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

When Leng Hanchan said this, she looked at Han Lian, with a hint of mischief in her eyes: As the Saint of Hanshan Palace, she never cared about what others said, but looking at Han Lian, she wanted to know how the other party would evaluate her.

For a moment, she couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Leng Hanchan?"

Hearing this, Han Lian couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Although he had guessed that the purpose of this woman coming to chat with him must be not simple.

But he still didn't expect that the other party would ask about this person.

Han Lian pondered for a moment, recalling the description of Leng Hanchan in the novel he had read before, and said:"Leng Hanchan has outstanding appearance and unparalleled talent. If compared from this aspect, the contemporary genius is unmatched and can be called the first."

Hearing this, even Leng Hanchan, who has a cold temper, was happy in her heart. Is her status so high in Mr. Han's heart?

But what she didn't expect was that Han Lian had something else to say.

He looked at the teacup in his hand, and couldn't help sighing:"It's a pity that this woman has a love calamity in her life. She suffers from love and is trapped in love."

"This woman was born in Hanshan Palace to resolve the calamity in her own martial arts, and her calamity was the most difficult calamity of love. The calamity reflected her heart, and all the illusions were in vain. It was a pity for this infatuated lover. No matter what, it was difficult for her to get married, and she could only fall under the calamity in the end.

"......Teng!

Leng Hanchan stood up suddenly after hearing this.

She wanted to refute, but she couldn't say it anyway.

Although she looked unchanged on the surface, her heart was now in turmoil.

‘This woman has a love disaster in her life. She suffers from love and is trapped by love.’‘The flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are all in vain, and they can only fall into the disaster in the end.'‘Beauty is short-lived, I feel pity for her’...."Mr. Han, actually said that I would die in a love affair?"

Leng Hanchan stared at Han Lian's slightly depressed face, and felt a mess of thoughts rushing into his mind, his mind was in chaos.

"" Miss Shan?"

Han Lian raised his eyes to look at Leng Hanchan, and seeing that she was a little absent-minded, he spoke with some doubt.

Leng Hanchan came back to her senses after hearing Han Lian's words and said,"Mr. Han, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, but Miss Shan, why do you seem to be a little worried?"

Han Lian looked at her expression, confused for a moment, and said:"I just said it casually, whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Just said it casually?...Some thoughts flashed through Leng Hanchan's mind, but she suppressed all her emotions and forced a smile, saying,"I just have some doubts in my heart. As the saint of Hanshan Palace, why can't you even get over the calamity of love?"

Han Lian couldn't help but explain after hearing what he said,"Because this calamity of love is not just a calamity of love. Even if the founder of Hanshan Palace came back to life, he would never have thought that the calamity-cutting method she created would turn out like that.

Miss Shan, don't think about it anymore. This is a destiny. If you want to change it, it would be an act against heaven."

Destiny, an act against heaven?

Leng Hanchan was shocked again after hearing these words, and couldn't help but blurt out,"What do you mean by the act against heaven that Mr. Han is talking about?"

Huh?

Listening to the other party's inquiry, Han Lian felt a little strange in his heart for a moment. He knew that he could not continue to talk about this matter. He shook his head and said,"There is a saying that 'there are fifty great ways, forty-nine heavens, and one escapes'.

This ray of hope cannot be talked about."

After he said this, he stood up, held his fan and bowed, and walked out:"Thank you Miss Shan for the tea and hospitality. Now I have other things to do, so I will not stay for long."

Leng Hanchan also stood up. She looked at Han Lian's figure leaving, her heart full of doubts, but she couldn't speak for a while.

When Han Lian's figure disappeared, she was still thinking about his words just now, not knowing what to do.

"Elder Wu Ding, what do you think?"

Leng Han Chan suddenly remembered that his protector, Master Wu Ding, was always by his side, and he couldn't help but ask.

As a powerful person at the peak of the seventh level of Purple Mansion, he could naturally find some clues from his words.

As the voice fell, Master Wu Ding, who had been standing still, groaned, his body trembled slightly, and the twenty-three Zen beads in his hand flew and scattered, falling to the ground with a crackling sound.

He opened his eyes, revealing a terrifying brilliance, and shouted in a low voice:"What a 'Fifty Great Daos, Forty-nine Heavenly Derivations, and One Escaped'. Han Chan, this Mr. Han is probably more powerful than I had guessed before.

Don't try to comprehend these words, you can't withstand the backlash, there is great terror in it!"

After Zen Master Wu Ding finished saying this, his expression changed, but finally returned to normal.

He opened his palm, and the Zen beads turned into a string and fell into his palm. He looked at Leng Han Chan beside him, with a little love in his eyes, and said comfortingly:"Han Chan, as Mr. Han said, whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you.

Your master asked me to protect you, and of course I will protect you.

But if it is said that you will eventually fall in the catastrophe, the most I can do is to protect a trace of your soul to reincarnate. As for whether you will be yourself at that time, it depends on your own fate."

Leng Han Chan was intelligent. After hearing what Zen Master Wu Ding said, he understood a little bit, and said:"Elder, what do you mean?...Is it possible that what Mr. Han said is true?"

Elder Wu Ding did not answer directly after hearing this. He sighed, with a bit of solemnity in his eyes:"Han Chan, if this was said by someone else, I would not believe it.

But today, I have realized that this Mr. Han has a very extraordinary origin.

Have you ever noticed the folding fan in Mr. Han's hand?

If I am not mistaken, it is a spiritual weapon.

He does not seem to have any cultivation, but when I probed with my spiritual sense, I vaguely felt a very ancient aura on him, which is hard to explain.

If I am not mistaken, this person has an extraordinary origin, I am afraid he has a 'peeping��’'s ability."

That folding fan, is it a spiritual weapon?

It can read lives, doesn't that mean that what the other party said might be true?

Leng Hanchan listened to the words of Master Wuding, and her mood, which had been slightly calmed, became a little confused again.

She didn't take her love tribulation seriously, because in Hanshan Palace, all the saints of the past generations practiced the method of cutting tribulation to reduce their tribulations so as to cope with the practice.

But today, Han Lian's words kept echoing in her ears, making her mind a little lost.

"The flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are all empty, the beauty is short-lived, I feel pity for her..."

She whispered, a little confused for a moment:"What kind of love disaster can make me untouchable?...Some things don't make sense..."

As she finished speaking, she didn't know why, but Han Lian's figure suddenly flashed through her mind.

His gestures made her stunned.

‘Mr. Han seems to have the ability to"see life", so he knows a lot of things. He appeared in front of me and said frankly that I was suffering from love and trapped in love.

Could it be that he was the one who caused my love disaster?...’