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

Han Lian was in a good mood now. The feasibility of the Babel Tower had been confirmed by him, which was a happy event.

He floated up to the roof of the Babel Tower, leaned against the wall without restraint, drank wine under the moon, and did not try to disperse the smell of wine. After a moment, he began to be a little drunk.

When people are normal, all kinds of things are not a big deal.

But once drunk, it is not like before.

The sorrows that did not exist before also surged into my heart.

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

He took a big gulp of wine, and his thoughts turned quickly.

"It was like the character Ye Fan in the book. When he first arrived in the Big Dipper Star Region, he still had homesickness as his obsession, and wanted to return to the Blue Star to serve his parents as motivation.

But for me, where is the motivation?"

Han Lian's melancholy came unclearly. He held his chin and squinted at the moon. For a moment, he felt a little sleepy, and then he fell asleep. What everyone, including Han Lian, didn't know was that this scene was seen clearly by a plaque.

The plaque was none other than the Tongtian Pavilion plaque, which was made of saint-level materials and engraved with Taoist patterns to give birth to spiritual intelligence.

In front of it, the Kun spirit of the Tongtian Tower floated in front of it at some point, and was quite curious about it, circling around it.

Looking at its casual and unrestrained figure, he didn't know how much envy he had in his heart. The plaque and the Kun spirit communicated with each other with their minds.....When it was still dark, the moon was half hidden, and Han Lian turned over and sobered up.

For a cultivator like him, three or five days of sleeplessness is not a problem, and a little meditation every day is more useful than anything else.

To be honest, this is the first time he has slept since he started practicing, and this sleep is quite uncomfortable.

Han Lian got up and stretched his body a little, and his muscles and bones crackled.

Looking at the empty wine jar beside him, Han Lian wanted to throw it away, but when he got up, he saw that he was now on the top of the Tongtian Pavilion, so he picked it up and turned over to his guest room.

He threw the wine jar on the tea table, lit the candle with a slight mind, and rubbed his eyebrows slightly with the slightly bitter herbal tea.

Yes, when he was making the Tongtian Tower before, he didn't feel anything, but when he finished making the Tongtian Tower and drank the water and wine, the fatigue that came up for no reason really made him a little unbearable.

But compared to the Tower of Babel, his fatigue was nothing.

He looked at the sky and estimated that it would be dawn in just an hour. He simply did not return to bed, but just sat there, closing his eyes and resting his mind......Time passed by like a snap of the fingers, and when Han Lian came back to his senses, it was already dawn.

After washing up, Han Lian thought about the storytelling plot and walked towards the teahouse.

When he was about to approach the teahouse, Han Lian paused and felt a little pressure.

In recent days, Han Lian has not paid much attention to the cultivators in Tongtian Pavilion. He opened his system map with a flash of thought, and looked at the colorful light spots on it, and his eyes could not help but condense.

The ninth realm Chunyang Patriarch has come, and the eighth realm Nirvana Great Venerable has also begun to appear in the teahouse, not to mention the seventh realm.

Although Han Lian could not directly judge their identities by the light spots, he knew it in his heart.

If they had not heard of his storytelling, such a person would not come in person easily.

Now that he is here, 99% of the reason is because of the"Martial List".

I hope nothing will happen, and the Chunyang cultivator is not easy to deal with....Han Lian had this thought in his mind, and then he went to the backstage of the teahouse.

He drank tea and began to silently calculate the time to go on stage.

In this teahouse, countless martial arts practitioners had already gathered.

He didn't know that when he was in seclusion and didn't see guests, Wu Changqing had already informed Nie Tongfengxiu and the other two.

All the forces that came in person from the seventh realm were arranged in the private room.

Moreover, after entering the Tongtian Pavilion, those martial arts practitioners with keen spiritual perception could clearly perceive the rich spiritual energy and hidden murderous intent here.

This kind of background that was almost exposed on the surface more or less made many famous warriors restrain their superiority.

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

Who among the cultivators in the world doesn't know?

The killer star three hundred years ago, Master Wuding, has now successfully entered the eighth realm.

Moreover, after becoming the Great Venerable Nirvana, the first time he let them know his name was when he fought two Great Venerables of the same realm alone, killing one and forcing the other to flee.

He just sat here calmly, and they would not believe him if he said he was not supporting the Tongtian Pavilion.

Therefore, those warriors who came here for the first time became more curious about Han Lian's identity because of this change.

All the cultivators who came here, if they had any old acquaintance with this person, would come over to bow and salute.

At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice sounded in the ears of Zen Master Wuding.

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

The audience looked in the direction of the voice and found that the person who spoke was actually a puppet made of various wood and iron pieces.

Although it looked quite delicate and no different from an ordinary person, it walked in a halting manner, which was quite funny and made many people smile.

In the surprised eyes of the audience, the puppet walked to the side of Master Wu Ding and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Now that you have become the Great Venerable Wu Ding, do your words still count?"

Hmm?

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Wu Ding frowned slightly.

He looked up, narrowed his eyes, and sensed his breath. A little uncertainty flashed through his heart.

"Brother Kong Lie?"

"Ha, you recognized me after all. How about this outfit of mine? Isn't it quite impressive?"

This puppet was not someone else, but the King of Yanbei Yun Konglie, who was possessed by the puppet's spirit.

He had been restrained in Yanbei Road by the northern demon tribe and could not go out. Now, he happened to use the puppet of the military building to go out and have fun, which could be regarded as a relief for him.

Hearing the sound of him patting his wooden body, even the icy face of Master Wuding showed a rare smile.

"Of course, I will count it."

After he said this, he gave Feng Xiu a look and said,"Brother Feng, settle the King of Yanbei in the private room."

After hearing this, Feng Xiu ran over without any hesitation and led the puppet upstairs without any reluctance.

Although Han Lian had not told him about the Great Master Nirvana, his master had a history with this person and had made a promise to him.

For him, this person was one of the few elders who was close to him nowadays, so he naturally listened to the other party's words.

Although the puppet was only at the Golden Body Realm, the King of Yanbei's eyesight was naturally quite extraordinary.

After hearing Master Wuding call the puppet"King of Yanbei", the smiles in the eyes of the audience disappeared, and turned into shock and respect.

But this prince did not look like a prince at all. He followed behind Feng Xiu and pinched his arm from time to time:"Are you the martial arts fanatic Feng Xiu who was just ranked on the Tianjiao list?

It looks good. Are you interested in joining my Yanbei Army?

If you agree, I will set aside a pass for you to guard. How about that? It's equivalent to a captain of a thousand men. In a bigger sense, it's a lieutenant general. You can even be granted a title of nobility in the future.

If you don't have a wife, I promise to give you one of my daughters as a wife...."...After settling the King of Yanbei, whenever a great power of the seventh realm appeared, it was picked out by Master Wuding one by one and sent to the private room upstairs.

During this process, it seemed that Master Guanshanyue arrived, and under the arrangement of Master Wuding, he was also sent to his private room.

This kind of differentiated treatment did not make the other listeners feel any dissatisfaction, but rather quite excited.

Because some of these great powers are old masters in the cultivation world, and some are great powers who protect a place.

For the strong, the mortals rarely have negative emotions, but more of them are awe and respect.

It is simple to say that such a mentality is formed.

Nowadays, the battles in the mortal world of Luoyu Realm are mostly combined with cultivators and mortal soldiers to form an army.

Those cultivators lead the soldiers, and when they encounter a battle, it is always a soldier against a soldier, and a general against a general.

The Xunfeng Dynasty has long been unified, and those small countries of the individual race have also surrendered to it and respected it as the"Heavenly Khan".

The only opponents are monsters, barbarians, and foreign races.

The existence of monks was mainly to reduce the casualties of soldiers. In the Xunfeng Dynasty, all adult men had to do corvée.

Their relatives could go to the battlefield and come back again, all thanks to the leadership of those monks.

This phenomenon continued until a man about ten feet tall stepped into the Tongtian Pavilion Teahouse.

He came on an eagle, with a white tiger leading the way and a golden leopard following. As soon as he appeared, the audience looked at him sideways. As soon as he appeared, Master Wuding stood up.

He looked at the man, and his expression finally showed some changes.

"You're here after all."

"The world is so big, can't I come and go as I please?"

The man said to Master Wuding, holding the sleeping panda.

But at this time, Master Wuding did not continue to sit beside the Tongtian Monument, but took him to the private room upstairs.

"King Yanbei and the old man surnamed Guan are also here."

‘Oh? They're not dead yet?