Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

As Han Lian's voice fell, the whole teahouse was slightly quiet, and then the pot exploded.

Hundreds of listeners, shocked expressions can be described as incisively and vividly.

No one thought that this Mr. Han would not only resolve the difficulties easily, but also talk to several people in one go.

Dumb meditation practice closed mantra, oh death monster!

Xiaoxiang's eight-tone twenty-four rhythm manipulates the butterfly cultivator!

There is also the saintess of Hanshan Palace, Leng Hanchan, who was able to suppress the Jiaolong who was connected to the secluded realm and master the magic weapon of the palace... Hanshan Palace is a giant-level sect of the Luoyu Realm, even if it is the blood-worshiping religion mentioned earlier, it was at its peak. far less.

Such a powerful palace-suppressing tool is no longer in their imagination.

If you say you don't believe it, you really don't believe it.

But listening to Han Lian's firm words, even if he wanted to refute, he didn't know how to speak for a while.

They don't want to admit it, but after a careful comparison, if there is no comparison, there is no harm.

In the inn, Han Lian was listening to Han Lian's description of Tianjiao's cold and cold cicada, and a chill suddenly spread from his body, trying to freeze the surroundings.

The cold air dissipated in a blink of an eye, but from the shock deep in Leng Hanchan's eyes, it could be seen that she was quite uneasy at this time.

If talking about Tianjiao, she is naturally confident that she can be on the list.

But--she was passed down from generation to generation by her master, so that the matter of reviving the spirit tool of the town palace and recognizing her as the master, except for her master and a few Taishang elders who have been in seclusion, she did not go out to the public. circulated.

And the Jiaotan she suppressed was in the forbidden area of ​​Hanshan Palace. Except for the suppressed Jiaolong, only Zen Master Wuding knew about it.

If she didn't want to spread such secret things out, it would be difficult for others to know.

Who would have thought that Han Lian would say it directly.

How did he know?

Leng Hanchan's thoughts flowed, and just by looking at the jade hand in her grip, she knew that her heart was difficult to calm down.

Beside her, Zen Master Wuding, who was listening carefully to what Han Lian could say, paused slightly.

Even though he pinched a fingerprint on the Zen Bead in his hand, he still didn't notice it.

"Amitabha, this matter... is really weird!"

Zen Master Wuding stood up, and the light of Zen could be faintly seen in his eyes, as if he wanted to see Han Lian through.

But no matter how he looked at it, in his eyes, Han Lian was an ordinary person with no cultivation.

He guessed that Han Lian had some ideas, but after hearing these words, the Buddha beads in his hand were spinning so fast that he couldn't calm down.

"Elder Wuding, I believe you, this Han Lian is really not easy."

At this time, Leng Hanchan's pretty face was already quite solemn, and she said sternly.

If it was this Han Lian, it would be enough to say one or two of these things.

But whether it is the 3000 Buddhas of the Wusheng Religion, or the Xunfeng Dynasty's bloodline linked to luck,... these things are all secret!

And the Xiaoxiang bamboo flute, the empress of Emperor Xiaoxiang in the ancient Chu Yue dynasty, was a top secret that she only learned about after she became the next heir to the suzerain!

Her identity as the saint of Hanshan Palace alone cannot be viewed as a top secret!

And she had never heard of the mantra view and Zen Buddhism in the snow-capped mountains.

Hanshan Palace is a major sect in the world, and it is almost a top sect that can hold the right track.

The information that she, the saintess, did not know, was unexpectedly brought by such a storyteller without cultivation... She no longer dared to think about it.

Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, Leng Hanchan took a deep breath and said, "Elder Wuding, it seems that we need to investigate the information about this storyteller."

After hearing this, Zen Master Wuding just stared at Han Lian's figure and nodded solemnly.

...In the teahouse, Han Lian listened to the information in his mind that the completion of the novice induction period had been completed. He didn't want to say more for a while, and 'Sa' closed the paper fan in his hand and cupped his hands: "Everyone, today's storytelling has ended. , the next lecture, please wait three days later."

After saying this, he walked towards the backstage of the tea house.

When they heard Han Lian's farewell words, there were still people who didn't give up and shouted loudly, "Mr. Han just said it sounds reasonable, but how do I know if it's true or not?"

Han Lian naturally heard these words, but without any pause, he went down to the restaurant without looking back.

How could anyone ask that?

He has read the book from start to finish, how could it be fake?

You can't even joke like this.

Yes, Han Lian is not a member of the Fallen Feather Realm, he is a transmigrator.

When he was reading this novel, he was too fascinated by some accidents and entered the fantasy world of this book.

In other words, he is the book-turner who knows all the plots!

Originally, he thought that he would become a figure like Huanglongshi in the snow, or become a big villain, become the protagonist, who would have thought that he would activate the storyteller system.

As long as his storytelling is listened to and the listeners are immersed in the scene, he will be able to get storytelling points.

It was for this reason that he stayed in the teahouse to tell stories.

However, when he was telling a story, he gave a few sentences by the way, and he still had the image of an expert.

According to the system, the storytelling point can draw a lottery to improve his strength. As for how to draw a lottery, he has not touched it yet.

Fortunately, his novice induction period has ended, and he will be able to open rewards soon.

Han Lian returned to his own room in the inn and suppressed his excitement: "System, receive the novice induction period reward!"

"Congratulations to the host for completing the novice induction period task and getting a new storyteller gift package!"

"New Storyteller Gift Pack is opening..."

"The new storyteller spree has been successfully opened, congratulations to the host for winning the novice ten consecutive draw rewards!"

"This ten consecutive lottery draws are not limited to rank, and the scope is the "Zhitian Zhuan" metaverse, and the rewards are unknown!"

"The hidden reward for new storytellers has been activated, do you want to receive it?"

Hearing the various prompt tones from the system, Han Lian suppressed his emotions and took a deep breath.

This storytelling system is really generous!

According to the storytelling points he knew, there were equal ranks.

At present, there are four treasure chest draws that he can unlock: bronze, silver, gold, and diamond.

Opening the bronze treasure chest requires 100 storytelling points each time.

For the silver, gold, and diamond treasure chests in the back, every time you advance, the storytelling points you need to consume will increase tenfold.

The higher the treasure chest level, the higher the probability of drawing good things.

As for the ten consecutive lottery draws that do not limit the level, it is possible for him to be one thousand storytelling points, and possibly him for one million storytelling points!

I didn't say anything, just thinking about it, I was really excited.

Han Lian looked at the 'Ten Draw' button on the system and the 'Hidden Reward' claim button, took a deep breath, and didn't click.

He told the shopkeeper to burn hot water early, just to burn incense and bathe before receiving the reward.

The lottery can't be neglected, it's mysterious and mysterious, don't believe it!

After he burned incense and bathed, he took a deep breath and muttered silently in his heart: "Leaving the African chiefs quickly, Ye Tiandi bless me, I must ship it!"

"Ten Lian, give it to me!"