Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

Han Lian's storytelling was so popular that it exceeded everyone's expectations because the story itself was quite mysterious, and it was mixed with comments on many geniuses. It was not only circulated wildly in Tiannan Road, but also spread beyond Tiannan Road in just one day.

Longchuan Road, Qingqu Prefecture.

This prefecture was originally a vast marshland in the early years. Later, a great man was so quiet that he wanted to move, so he used his means to dig a river and divert the water from this place to the East China Sea to benefit the people.

He swung his sword in front of the prefecture city to cut out an 800-mile-long clear canal to dredge the water flow, which has been preserved until now, so this place is called"Qingqu Prefecture".

Above the Qingqu, a white-haired young man was seen standing on the water, with a snow-white whisk hanging on his arm, which seemed to be a bit out of this world.

Under his feet, the originally clear Qingqu was stained scarlet with blood, and dozens of corpses were crowded on the river surface, attracting ferocious fish to eat them.

However, the young man ignored everything in front of him and took out a blood-stained book from his sleeve.

On the cover of the book, the words were stained with blood and difficult to distinguish. The three big characters"The Legend of the Heavenly Lord" could be vaguely seen.

"It's interesting, he's just a storyteller, but he knows so much, even the three thousand pagodas in my hand know about it.

But how can that kind of person like Yun Feiyang appear on the same page of a book with me?"

He was not someone else, but Youhuang, the Taoist of the Wusheng Sect mentioned by Han Lian.

He only believed in his own way of killing and protecting life, and he never trusted anyone but himself.

The corpses in front of him were bandits from the area, and the leader was a man of the Celestial Realm. Relying on the water-walking method, he had been rampant here for several years, and he was full of evil.

But he chuckled, tore off the last page about Han Lian's comments on the prodigy of the Luoyu Realm, and in the blink of an eye it turned into ashes and floated downwards.

Looking at the ashes, Youhuang slowly closed his eyes and sighed.

"The clear canal contains spiritual energy, so it is easier for the creatures in the water to develop their intelligence.

It is a pity that you like to eat the flesh and blood of humans. If you turn into a demon in the future, you will be a disaster."

"In this case...Don't blame me."

He sighed again, and the dust between his arms shook gently. The dust strands instantly grew longer, like a big net, stabbing into the clear channel.

In just a moment, the dust strands were quickly retracted and restored to their original appearance.

The corpses and fish creatures on the clear channel turned into bones and sank to the bottom of the pool in an instant.

A hint of scarlet flashed on the dust in Youhuang's hand, and a hint of red flashed on his face.

After doing all this, he looked up to the southeast, with some expectation in his eyes.

"Just by reading his stories, I know that this storyteller must be a learned man.

But I don't know what he has to say about my way of killing and protecting life."

After saying this, Youhuang did not hesitate at all. He waved the whisk in his hand and stood on a solitary boat, floating down the clear canal.

Longchuan Road itself is the highland of the Xunfeng Dynasty. There are countless rivers that originate from here.

Going downstream, it is no joke to travel a thousand miles a day.

And Youhuang is not the only one who rushed to Lingnan Prefecture of Tiannan Road.

Including many Luoyu Realm geniuses who appeared in the book and those who did not appear in the book, they all seemed to have a tacit understanding. They resigned from the sect together, put down their past affairs, and rushed to Lingnan Prefecture.

A sentence in the book was the key to their going.

In the sect, the strength of the young generation of geniuses can represent the strength of the sect to a certain extent.

The emergence of this sentence is no longer a matter of those geniuses alone, but is related to the reputation of the sect and the dignity of their own master.

Even if you go and fail, there is no problem. If you are not as skilled as others, you should admit it.

But if you don't go, I'm afraid I don't know how many people will gossip about you.......

On the first day after storytelling, I practiced and tasted tea.

On the second day after storytelling, I practiced and tasted tea.

《The curtain of"Legend of the Heaven -shattering God" opened, and I don't know how many people came to visit.

Han Lian wanted to meet them one by one and get familiar with them.

But when he saw the crowd below from the window, he completely lost interest.

After all, he was not good at socializing.

He just happened to be in the mood to chat with Leng Hanchan.

The current situation really made him not want to show his face.

He simply didn't see anyone, locked himself in the room, and became a otaku for two days.

During these few people, he completely consolidated his realm of the Golden Body Realm.

Not only that, he also completely mastered the Jade Folding Fan.

This folding fan is both offensive and defensive, and has comprehensive functions.

Because it is produced by the system, he can refine it effortlessly.

If compared, the folding fan in his hand is a good weapon even if it is used by celestial phenomena, butterfly transformation, or even higher realm cultivators.

After all, it is a spiritual treasure, which is considered a spiritual weapon in the Falling Feather Realm, and its number is quite rare.

On the morning of the third day, before the sky was bright, the entire inn and teahouse had already begun to be noisy.

Han Lian turned the corner and entered the teahouse, and found that the entire teahouse and even the inn were already filled with listeners.

The spacious chairs that were originally there were now gone, leaving only three layers of small benches inside and outside.

This was not the most amazing thing, Han Lian also found that the original courtyard wall of the teahouse had been demolished at some point, leaving only a gatehouse.

Although the noise was a bit noisy due to the large number of people, one could still hear shouts from within.

"Mr. Han, it's already the third day, please hurry up, the flowers I've been waiting for have all wilted!"

"Three days, three whole days. Do you know how I spent these three days? Thirty-six whole hours, one hundred and forty-four quarters...."

"A young tree cannot grow straight if it is not pruned. We cannot indulge Mr. Han's bad habits. How can he tell a story every three days? Let me give you a number. It must be at least three times a day!"

"In order to listen to Mr. Han's storytelling, I have invited everyone in the martial arts hall to help you watch the show. There is no need to express too much, just tell me a few dozen more words of what you are going to say next time!"

"..."

"..."...

Han Lian thought it was a celebrity concert in his previous life, with a delivery man delivering food to the concert venue.

After drinking a cup of tea to moisten his throat, he realized that it was getting late, so he walked up to the teahouse platform slowly."

Swish!"

With the crisp sound of the jade folding fan in his hand, everyone noticed Han Lian's figure, and the whole teahouse suddenly became quiet.

Han Lian looked at the audience below, folded his folding fan and saluted:

"I have kept you waiting for so long, I apologize in advance.

Without further ado, let's get straight to the point."

He placed the jade folding fan on the desk, cleared his throat, and said:

"Continued from last time!"

"The five-colored altar opens the ancient road, the nine dragons pull the coffin across the universe, the foreigner lands on Mars, and the ancient temple appears in the ancient heaven and earth."