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

Han Lian didn't know what happened in the room.

At this time, he was waiting for the audience in the stands to calm down.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue talking about the martial arts list. If the listeners' emotions are still in front of them and they don't come back, he will continue to talk about the martial arts list. Whether it is for the listeners or the martial arts list he ranks, it is considered one. kind of disrespect.

The listeners have been listening to books for a long time, which is naturally also Mingxiao Han Lian's storytelling habit. After a few breaths, the audience was quiet.

Seeing that the listeners are now somewhat 'well-trained', Han Lian felt a little relieved, took a deep breath, and said, "The ninth best martial artist in the world, King Yun Konglie of Yanbei!"

"Everyone knows that at the beginning of the Sunda Dynasty, the founder of the Sunda Dynasty, Yunliuyuan, used the power of ten sects to conquer the rivers and mountains in this area, and used his own blood to link up with the direction of the dynasty's air. Since then, the Central Plains have been stable and there are few swordsmen.

In order to gather the luck of the royal family, it is said that there should be no more than three people in each generation who can practice the royal exercises. "

"Because the luck of the emperor's position is almost at odds with the way of cultivation, no matter how high the cultivation level is, if the emperor is broken, it will be two hundred years long or five hundred years old, and he will issue an edict of his own accord to abdicate and the prince will ascend the throne."

"Yun Konglie is the elder brother of the current Emperor Renzong, a rare royal family who has never succeeded the crown prince."

"The Empress Dowager Huizong was born in that year, and the difference between Yun Konglie and Renzong today is only ten years old.

Knowing that his bloodline is inferior to that of his younger brother, in order to reduce the dispute over imperial power, he voluntarily went to Yanbei Road, and did not enter the Sunda Capital without being summoned. "

"Back then, Empress Dowager Huizong looked at Yun Konglie and said to him: 'Lie'er, this emperor, do you want to do it'?"

"He said bluntly: My bloodline is poor, and I'm too lazy. It's better to leave the throne to my younger brother."

"The Empress Dowager Huizong asked again: 'If this is the case, what should you do'?"

"He replied: 'I have heard from the father and emperor that it is a big problem that the Yanbei demon country is eyeing tigers.

I am his elder brother, so naturally I will go to Yanbei to see the scenery.

If he can stay on the throne, at least he will keep his throne for 500 years. After 500 years, if he is willing to call me 'Imperial Brother', I should leave him alone and be happy by myself.' . "

"After hearing this, Empress Dowager Huizong just smiled and wiped away her tears, and never responded to him again."

"When this one left, he only wanted to leave Emperor Huizong and the empress dowager, as well as the portrait of Renzong today, but he did not take any other resources with him.

If the current Emperor Renzong recalls the appearance of this young Yanbei King, I am afraid it is just that portrait. "

"Although the royal family's method is uniquely blessed, in order to cut off this luck, Yun Konglie is reluctant to cultivate.

When there were monsters attacking the city, he stood on the city wall and saw the two armies fighting against each other, and his heart rose with pride.

In his opinion, all methods are inferior to the methods of martial arts in the military! "

"And since then, there has been one less cultivator and one more arrogant warrior in the world."

"He has the bloodline of the royal family, and his practice of martial arts is just a gathering of wind and clouds. Although his strength is not extremely strong, it can contain the general trend of the wind and clouds and use it to make enemies."

"Before the age and the weak crown, this Sundae royal family, holding a gilt fang, and a group of soldiers, entered the demon camp!" "He has bloody bravery, the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and he rushes to the front, laughing about thirsty and drinking demons. blood."

"He has a strategy. Even if he is in the Jedi, he can turn the risk into a pit and kill thousands!"

"He has a military heart. Yanbei's army has five million soldiers. When he gives an order, the mountains and seas will respond!"

"He is one of the few mansion masters who has been stationed at the border for over a hundred years since the founding of the country and has never let the demon clan break a city. He is also the first royal family Taoist master jointly elected by Yanbei, Jinping, and Jiqi!"

"When he was 200 years old, he had rarely lost in more than a thousand battles, and led troops to kill more than ten million monsters.

During the circulation of the Xunfeng Dynasty's qi luck, it actually began to feed back with a qi luck!

In the end, when he was promoted to the Great Power of the Purple Mansion, he led three thousand iron cavalry into the northern plains, smashed the seven demon tribes guarded by the great power of the demon clan with a weak attack, and became a marquis of the one mansion! "

"And a hundred and thirty years ago, the Eighteen Demon Nation's Chen soldiers were barren in the Southern Mountains, with a total of 100 powerful soldiers and 14 million demon soldiers.

They want to break through Yanbei and plunder the Central Plains.

Shuangfang has invested more than 20 million demon soldiers in the battle in this deserted southern mountain, and he has fought for several years in this battle.

Between the two sides, more than 30 powerful monks have fallen, and the casualties are not counted, but they have never lost a city! "

"When it came to the final decisive battle, Yun Lie blood came to kill with that gilded dagger, mounted a cloud-turning beast, and slashed eight great masters of Zifu in a row, burned his own luck, stepped into the realm of nirvana, and finally became the realm of nirvana.

He used the royal family's secret treasure to burn his five hundred years of life, and pushed his cultivation to the peak of Nirvana. He beat the blood of the setting sun on the horizon, and finally killed the lord of the three kingdoms of the demon clan, smashed the demon clan's Heavenly Wolf Earth Vessel, and made ten The Eight Demon Kingdoms are defeated! "

"In this battle alone, the northern border of Dingyan has been stable for nearly a hundred years. Although there are still monsters knocking on the border, they are all unfavorable.

After this battle, Yun Lie added blood to the king of Yanbei, and he can enjoy three generations of kings! "

"You must know that the Xunfeng Dynasty rarely crowned kings. In the past seven hundred years, there have only been three kings, and none of them can be inherited.

The weight of Yunlie's Blood King is something I can't bear with just a single bow. "

"Those who practice in this realm have a life span of five hundred in Zifu, one thousand in Nirvana, and three thousand in pure Yang.

If you can see the true face of this King of Yanbei, you will only think that he is only a suave man.

But its lifespan, if calculated carefully, should be less than the number of hands. "

"When Yun Konglie was still young when he left Xundu, the Empress Dowager Huizong gave him three jars of wine to let him remember.

He used to say, "You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon", but in order to ensure that he is sober all the time, he has never drank alcohol.

For the three jars of wine, he drank one jar when the Empress Dowager Huizong died, and he drank one jar after the Battle of the Wild South Mountains.

Three jars of wine, horses have traveled for nearly five hundred years, but they have not finished drinking.

Thinking that he likes to travel freely in his life, but he has been guarding the gate of Yanbei all his life.

It seems that the king of Yanbei is majestic and majestic, but all of them are unknown. "

"Although there are very few people who know his lifespan, the powerful cultivators who experienced the First World War all saw it very clearly.

Before thinking about it, you have also seen a man like a puppet enter the teahouse, that is the King of Yanbei. "

"This puppet was specially built for him by the Bingjialou, just to respect him, and to guard Yanbei, he was even reluctant to split up an incarnation to travel the mountains and rivers."

"The seventh realm cultivator calls it the Great Power, and the eighth realm cultivator calls it the Great Venerable.

Yun Konglie is the pinnacle of the eighth realm, the most powerful person in the world, he has never been honored, and he is called the King of Yanbei!

Han added it to the ninth place in the martial arts list. Do you have any objections? "

Han Lian's voice suddenly rose, and he shouted loudly. Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a battlefield of millions of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Above the dome of the sky, the clouds and the sky were gilded and flying, but there were bursts of blood and blood!

"No... woo woo..."

In the Luoyu Realm Dynasty, people respected heroes, such unparalleled people, they only hated that they would fight with them to kill the enemy when they were not born.

The listener wanted to respond to Han Lian, but he sobbed softly before the words were spoken.

The corners of the eyes of some listeners were already full of tears.

A cry sounded, and in the blink of an eye, a sad atmosphere pervaded the entire teahouse, which could not be dissipated for a long time.

"Mr. Han, is King Yanbei really going to end his life? Is there no way to prolong his life?"

Some listeners were unwilling to accept this reality and could not help but ask questions.

Hearing this, many listeners stopped their tears and looked at Han Lian with tears in their eyes.

In their hearts, a thought sounded.

When Mr. Han was telling stories, he was able to identify the person who rejuvenated his youth and increased his lifespan. He thought it was not aimless, he must have a basis, and he must know a lot of ways to prolong his life!

Han Lian listened to the inquiries of the guests, and naturally knew their intentions. After a little thought, he decided to give them some hope.

"Although there is a certain number of drinks and pecks between heaven and earth, there are still many things that defy the sky.

Han also knows about the method of prolonging life, and among them..."

Halfway through his words, just as he was about to give an example or two, he saw the window of the private room above the teahouse opened softly.

A puppet-like figure stuck his head out, interrupting Han Lian's words.

"Don't open your mouth!"

The sound of his voice was a bit unpleasant, but everyone looked up and couldn't help but stop talking to their mouths.

Some of the listeners had already seen the puppet from Han Lian's words and had seen it before, so they naturally knew its identity and bowed down directly.

"I have seen King Yanbei!"

"I have seen King Yanbei..."

For a while, the sound of kowtow was incessantly heard.

"Get up one by one!

What is this, as if this king is dead. "

Seeing this, King Yanbei made a low speech.

When he saw that the listeners were sparsely getting up, he just looked at Han Lian and said with a smile, "Mr. Han, this king naturally knows your talents and means.

Even if there are means of prolonging life, don't use it on this king.

After all, some of the peaks of Nirvana, the Great Venerable Shouyuan, are approaching. If we can produce a Chunyang ancestor for our Sunda Dynasty, it can last for a hundred years.

Because I lost such means, it is really not worth it. "

After he finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed.

"After all, this king is alive, really, too tired."