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

Now Han Lian's mood is quite good, and the feasibility of the Babel Tower has been confirmed by him, which is a happy event.

He floated up to the roof of Tongtian Pavilion, leaned on Qiangsheng unrestrainedly, drank to the moon, and did not disperse the smell of alcohol. After a moment, the scene had already begun to be a little drunk.

When people are ordinary, all kinds of things are nothing.

But once drunk, it's not like before.

The sorrows that were not there before, also came to my mind one after another.

I send my sad heart and the bright moon... This bright moon is not the bright moon in my heart, and it seems that there is nothing to send.

He took a sip of wine, and his thoughts turned fast.

"It seems that Ye Fan, the character in the book, still had nostalgia as his obsession when he first arrived in the Big Dipper, thinking of returning to Blue Star to serve his parents as a motivation.

But like yourself, where is the motivation? "

Han Lian's melancholy was unclear. He squinted at the moon, feeling a little sleepy for a while, then fell down and fell asleep.

What everyone, including Han Lian, didn't know was that this scene was being seen by a plaque.

The plaque is not the side, it is the Tongtian Pavilion plaque that is based on sage-level materials and is engraved with Dao patterns.

And in front of it, the Kunling of the Tongtian Tower, floating in front of it at some point, was quite curious about it, and circled its turning circle.

Seeing his body shape being free and unfettered, he didn't know how much envy he felt in his heart. With a plaque and a Kunling, they communicated with each other with thoughts.

....when the sky was still dark and the moon was half-blooming, Han Lian turned over and sobered up.

For a cultivator like him, it’s not a problem to stay awake for three or five days. A little meditation every day is more useful than anything else.

Frankly speaking, this is the first time he has slept since he started practicing, and this sleep was quite uncomfortable.

Han Lian got up and moved his body a little, his muscles and bones cracking for a while.

Looking at the empty wine jar next to him, Han Lian thought of throwing it away, but when he got up, he saw that he was now on the roof of the Tongtian attic, so he carried it over and turned into his guest room.

He left the wine jar casually on the tea table, lit the candle slightly, and rubbed his eyebrows slightly with the slightly bitter herbal tea.

Yes, when he fabricated the Tower of Babel before, he didn't feel anything, but when he drank water and wine after the Tower of Babel was fabricated, the feeling of exhaustion came up for no reason, it really made him a little bit unbearable.

But compared to the Tongtian Tower, his tiredness was nothing at all.

He looked at the sky, and it was estimated that the sky would be bright in just an hour. He simply didn't go back to the bed, just sat there, closing his eyes and resting.

.....Time flies like a flash of fingers, and it is fleeting. When Han Lian comes back to his senses again, the sky is already bright.

After taking a shower, Han Lian pondered the storytelling and walked towards the restaurant.

When he was about to approach the restaurant, Han Lian paused slightly, feeling a little pressure invisibly.

In recent days, Han Lian hasn't paid much attention to the current monks in Tongtian Pavilion. He thought to open his system map and stared at the various colored light spots above, his eyes narrowed.

There is the ninth realm of Chunyang ancestors, and the eighth realm of Nirvana has begun to appear in the teahouse, not to mention the seventh realm.

Although Han Lian can't directly judge his identity by the light spot, Han Lian still knows it well.

If you have never heard of his storytelling, such existence, I am afraid that it will not be easy to come in person.

Now that we are here, 99% of the reasons are because of the 'Wu Bang'.

I hope there won't be any trouble, it's not easy for Chunyang monks to deal with... Han Lian's thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he went to the backstage of the teahouse.

Drinking tea, he began to silently count the time to come on stage.

In this teahouse, an unknown number of martial arts cultivators have already gathered.

He didn't know that when he was in retreat, Wu Changqing had already informed Nie Tong and Feng Xiu.

But all the forces who came in person from the seventh realm were arranged in the private room together.

And only after entering the Tongtian Pavilion, those martial cultivators with keen senses can clearly perceive the rich spiritual energy and the murderous intent here.

This is almost the background on the bright side, which more or less makes many famous warriors restrain their feelings of superiority.

Especially after they entered the teahouse, they saw Zen Master Wuding sitting next to the Tongtian Monument, closing his eyes and twisting the Zen beads, and their hearts were awe-inspiring.

Who does not know the monks in the world?

The killing star three hundred years ago, Zen Master Wuding, has now successfully stepped into the eighth realm.

And after becoming the Great Venerable Nirvana, the first time they knew their name was when the Great Venerable of the same realm fought with one enemy and two, and the opponent died and escaped.

This old god is sitting here, saying that it is not for this Tongtian Pavilion platform, they do not believe it.

As a result, those martial artists who came for the first time were a little more curious about Han Lian's identity and because of these variables.

All the monks who come here, if they have an old relationship with this person, will more or less come to bow and salute.

At this moment, a slightly dry voice rang in the ears of Zen Master Wuding.

"Old Hong, I heard that you have entered the eighth realm? Congratulations."

The audience followed the sound and found that the person who spoke was actually a puppet with various pieces of wood and iron spliced ​​together.

Although it looks quite delicate and no different from ordinary people, it is quite joyful when he walks, which makes many people smile.

In the surprised eyes of the listeners, the puppet walked to the side of Zen Master Wuding, and put his hand on the other's shoulder carelessly.

"Speaking of which, now you have become the Great Venerable Uncertain, do you still count what you said back then?"

Um?

When Zen Master Wuding heard these words, he could not help but frown slightly.

He looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, feeling its breath, and a little uncertainty flashed in his heart.

"Brother Konglie?"

"Ha, you still recognized me. How about this, isn't this king's outfit quite stylish?"

This puppet is not someone else, but the king of Yanbei Yunkonglie who possessed the spirit of the puppet.

It has always been difficult for him to go out because the northern demon clan was kept in Yanbei Road, but now he happened to use the puppet of this military building to go out and let loose once, which can be regarded as calming his mood.

Hearing the sound of his wooden body bouncing, Rao is the iceberg face of Zen Master Wuding, and he rarely brings a little smile.

"It is, of course it is."

After he finished speaking, he gave Feng Xiu a look: "Brother Feng, settle King Yanbei in the private room."

Feng Xiu heard this, ran over without any hesitation, and led the puppet upstairs without any reluctance at all.

Although Han Lian didn't talk about Nirvana, but his master had an old relationship with him and promised him.

For him, this is a rare elder who is close to him now, and he can hear the other party's words.

Although the puppet only has the strength of the golden body, the eyesight of King Yanbei is naturally quite extraordinary.

After hearing Zen Master Wuding call this puppet 'King of Yanbei', the smiles in the eyes of the listeners disappeared, and they turned to shock and respect.

But this prince is not like a prince at all, he followed behind Feng Xiu, pinching his arm from time to time: "Are you the martial idiot Feng Xiu on the Tianjiao list just now?

It looks good, are you interested in joining my Yanbei Army?

If you agree, I will make a separate gate for you to garrison, how about it, this is already equivalent to a thousand commanders, and in a big way, it is a general, and in the future, it will become a marquis.

If you are not married, I will give you a daughter to be your wife..."

... After the King of Yanbei was settled, every time a great power of the seventh realm appeared, he was picked out by Zen Master Wuding one by one and sent to the elegant room upstairs.

During this process, it seemed that the Master Guan Shanyue was supreme, and under the arrangement of Zen Master Wuding, he was also sent to his private room.

This distinction did not make other listeners feel any dissatisfaction, but rather excited.

Because of these powers, some are elders in the practice world, and some are powers who shelter a place.

For the strong, there are few negative emotions in ordinary people, but more awe and respect.

The formation of such a mentality is easy to say.

Nowadays, in the battles of the mortal world in the Luoyu world, monks and mortal soldiers are combined to form an army.

Those monks lead the soldiers, and when they encounter battles, they have always been soldiers to soldiers, and they will be adversaries.

The Xunfeng Dynasty has long been unified, and the small countries of the individual family have also surrendered to it, respecting it as the 'Tian Khan'.

The only opponents are demons, savages, and aliens.

The existence of monks is mostly to reduce the casualties of their soldiers. In the Xunfeng Dynasty, all adult men are subject to corvée.

Their relatives can go to the battlefield and come back, all rely on those monks to lead.

This phenomenon continued until the man who was more than ten feet tall stepped into the Tongtian Pavilion teahouse.

It came on the eagle, followed by the white tiger and the golden leopard. Once it appeared, it made the listeners look at it.

Once this one appeared, Zen Master Wuding stood up abruptly.

He looked at the man, and his expression finally showed a slight change.

"You are still here."

"The world is so big, doesn't it allow me to come and leave when I want?"

The man carried the sleeping panda and said this to Zen Master Wuding.

At this time, Zen Master Wuding did not continue to sit beside the Tongtian Monument, but led him to the elegant room upstairs.

"King Yanbei, and the old boy surnamed Guan is also there."

'Oh? Not even dead yet? ’