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

When Leng Hanchan said this, she looked at Han Lian, and a narrow look flashed in her eyes: As the saint of Hanshan Palace, she never cared about other people's words, but when she looked at Han Lian, she wanted to know , how the other party will evaluate themselves.

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

"Cold Cicada?"

Hearing this, Han Lian couldn't help but froze for a moment, although he had already guessed that this woman came to chat with him for something more than pure purpose.

But still never thought, the other party opened his mouth and asked about this person.

Han Lian pondered slightly, recalling the description of Leng Hanchan when he read the novel before, and said, "Leng Hanchan has an outstanding appearance and unparalleled talent. If you compare it from this aspect, contemporary Tianjiao is unrivaled and can be called the first."

Hearing this, even Leng Hanchan's icy temperament made her heart happy.

Is your status so high in Mr. Han's heart?

But what didn't make her think about it was that Han Lian had something to say.

Looking at the teacup in his hand, he couldn't help sighing: "It's just a pity that this woman has a fate in her life, suffering from love and trapped in love."

"This woman was born from Hanshan Palace in order to resolve the calamity in her own practice, and her calamity is the most difficult love calamity.

The robbery is reflected in his heart, and the mirror flower water moon is empty, and the poor lover is difficult to get married no matter what, and in the end he can only fall under the doomsday.

Beauty is poor, I still feel pity. "

...Teng!

Hearing this, Leng Hanchan suddenly stood up.

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

Although she doesn't seem to have changed much on the surface, her heart is turbulent now.

'This woman has a love calamity in her life, suffering from love, and trapped in love. '' The mirror flower water moon is empty, and in the end, it can only fall under the doomsday. 'Beautiful face is short-lived, I still feel pity for it. '..." This Mr. Han actually said that I would die in love?"

Leng Hanchan stared at Han Lian's slightly gloomy face, and the whole person only felt a mess of thoughts flooding into his mind, and his mind was chaotic.

"Single girl?"

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

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

"It's nothing, but girl Shan, why do you feel something on your mind?"

Han Lian looked at the other party's expression, confused for a while, and said, "I just said it casually. Whether I believe it or not is entirely up to the girl herself."

What do you say casually... Leng Hanchan flashed a few thoughts in his heart, but also suppressed all kinds of emotions, and forced a smile: "The little girl just has some doubts in her heart, as the saint of Hanshan Palace, why can't she survive the love calamity. "

After listening to the other party's words, Han Lian couldn't help but explain: "Because this love calamity is not just a love calamity, even if the founder of the Hanshan Palace revives his soul, he would never have thought that the tribulation method she created would become like that.

Don't think about it any more, Miss Shan. This is a fixed number. If you want to make it easier, it is an act against the sky. "

A certain number, a move against the sky?

When Leng Hanchan heard these words, she was a little shocked again, and couldn't help but blurt out: "What do you mean by Mr. Han's act against the sky?"

Um?

Listening to the other party's question, Han Lian felt a little strange in his heart for a while, knowing that he could no longer talk about this matter, he shook his head and said, "There is a saying, 'The Great Dao is 50, Tian Yan is 49, escape to one of them'.

This line of life is indescribable. "

After he finished speaking, he got up and hugged his fan, then walked out: "Thank you Miss Shan for the tea and hospitality. Now I have other things to do, so I will stay soon."

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

When Han Lian disappeared, she was still thinking about his words, not knowing what to do.

"Elder Wuding, what do you think?"

Leng Hanchan suddenly remembered that his Taoist protector, Zen Master Wuding, was always by his side, and couldn't help but ask.

As the power of the seventh realm Zifu peak, the other party can naturally find some way from his words.

As the words fell, I saw Zen Master Wuding, who had been standing on the spot, groaned, his body trembled slightly, and the twenty-three Zen beads in his hand collapsed and fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes, revealing a terrifying gleam, and said in a low voice, "Good one, 'Da Dao is fifty, Tian Yan is four or nine, escape to one of them', Han Chan, this Mr. Han, I am afraid it is more than I guessed before. Even better.

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

After Zen Master Wuding finished speaking, his complexion changed and he finally returned to normal.

I saw him open his palm, and the chan beads re-turned into a bunch of them and fell into his palm. He looked at Leng Hanchan beside him, a little love flashed in his eyes, and said with relief: "Hanchan, as Mr. Han said, Xin or Cicada. Believe it or not, it's all up to you.

Your master asked me to protect the Dao for you, so I will protect you completely.

But if it is said that you end up in the doomsday, the old man can only protect you a trace of ghost reincarnation at most. As for whether you are you at that time, it depends on your own fate. "

Leng Hanchan was talented and intelligent. After listening to the words of Zen Master Wuding, he also understood a little in his heart, and said, "Elder, what do you mean... This Mr. Han said, may it be true?"

After hearing this, Elder Wuding did not answer directly, he sighed, with a little solemnity in his eyes: "Hanchan, if this is said from someone else's mouth, I don't believe it.

But today, I am aware of it: this Mr. Han has an extraordinary origin.

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

If I'm not mistaken, it's a magic weapon.

He doesn't seem to have any cultivation base, but under my spiritual investigation, I vaguely feel a rather ancient aura on him, which is indescribable.

If I am not mistaken, this man has an extraordinary origin, and I am afraid that he has the ability to 'peep his life'. "

That folding fan is a spiritual tool?

Being able to spy on life, doesn't that mean that what the other party said may be true?

Leng Hanchan heard the words of Zen Master Wuding, and the mood that had calmed down a little, became a little chaotic again.

For her love calamity, she did not take it to heart, because in the Hanshan Palace, the saintess of all dynasties practiced the calamity-killing method, reducing the number of calamities in one body, so as to cope with the practice.

But today Han Lian's words kept echoing in her ears, which made her feel a little lost.

"The mirror is empty, and the beauty is poor, I still feel pity..."

She whispered and was a little confused for a while: "What kind of love calamity is it that I can't touch?

Chan'er... I can't figure it out..."

The voice fell, and for some reason, Han Lian suddenly flashed in her mind.

Between her gestures, she was left in a daze.

'Mr. Han seems to have the means of 'peeping life', so he knows a lot of things like the back of his hand.

My love calamity, is it impossible, is it him...'