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

After hearing the sigh of King Yanbei, the whole inn fell silent.

In a blink of an eye, one of the guests could no longer hold back his tears.

Seeing this, King Yanbei raised his hand and scratched his head, then closed the window again.

""Why are you crying? It's like I'm already dead. Are you guys mourning for me in advance?"

The tone of this remark sounded funny, but no one laughed. They just stopped crying silently.

When Yun Liexue turned around and prepared to sit down, he saw Princess Yun Xiu and Yun Feiyang came up and knelt on one knee in front of him.

""Greetings, Uncle Emperor!"

They had no idea what Han Lian was talking about. If he hadn't said that this person was their father's brother, they would have always thought that this person was just a distant relative of the emperor in the family tree!

"What are you two doing? Why are you the same as those guys outside?"

Yun Konglie did not accept the greeting. He came to the tea table and sat down. He knocked on the table and said with a smile:"Don't think you will get a gift by coming to see me. I, the prince, have thousands of mouths to feed. I am very poor!"

After saying this, he took off one of the puppet's hands and tossed it with the other hand.

"Still can't get up? How about I cut off my arm for you as a reminder?"

After hearing this, Princess Yunxiu and the other woman stood up reluctantly, still feeling a little regretful.

The first time she met the King of Yanbei, she didn't even greet him directly. If her father or the elders of the clan knew about it, she would definitely be scolded!

Although this is not a problem, the impression points will definitely be discounted.

At this time, the Zen Master Wuding raised his eyes to look at Yun Konglie, frowning slightly:"We only know that you have spent a lot of vitality, but we never thought it would be five hundred years.

If it is true as Mr. Han said, your life span is less than ten years now. Have you ever thought about who will guard the Yanbei Road for you in the future?"

"Guarding Yanbei? Isn't that easy?"

Yun Konglie put his arm back on, knocked on his wooden head, and laughed a few times.

"I have a plan of my own, you will know when the time comes."

"You have a clever plan. It looks like you are going to cheat me again."

"Yes, Lao Hong, have you forgotten that we have an agreement?

If it really doesn't work, it's not too much for you to help me guard it for more than ten years.

Hey, what I'm worried about now is that the content of this storytelling will be reported back to Yanbei.

If I have ten years to live, and my soldiers know about it, their expressions will be really difficult to deal with."

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At another tea table in the room, Yun Feiyang was worried and frowned when he heard the various conversations coming from the tea table next to the screen.

He looked at Princess Yun Xiu beside him and whispered,"If the emperor's uncle's condition is really as Mr. Han said, it will be reported to my father before today.

How many ways can we use to prolong the emperor's life?""

"this..."

Princess Yunxiu was about to say something when she was interrupted by Feng Xiu.

He looked at the two people opposite him, and a little nostalgic flashed in his eyes:"Don't waste your thoughts.

Grandpa once told me that people have a premonition when they are about to die. King Yanbei naturally doesn't want to use the method of prolonging life to hang on to his life. I think he has already arranged his own affairs after his death.

If all kinds of problems arise in the middle, it will be bad."

After hearing this, Princess Yunxiu thought about it and fell silent.

Yes, such a big man has his own will.

If the emperor knew about his uncle's idea, I think he would support it.....The ninth place on the martial arts list of storytellers had passed for dozens of breaths.

However, the audience was still filled with a faint sadness.

When Han Lian was thinking whether to end here, a listener spoke up.

"Mr. Han, is the next person on the martial arts list like the King of Yanbei?

If so, it's really too sad."

Hearing this, Han Lian pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

""There are thousands of people in the world with different faces. I am just ranking the top ten on the martial arts list. How can they all have the same sorrow?"

After he finished speaking, the audience gradually came out of their sadness and looked up at Han Lian.

After a few more breaths, Han Lian realized that the time was right, and then he opened the jade folding fan and fanned it gently, saying:"Eighth on the martial arts list: Drunken Taoist Chen Longshi"

"Nowadays, in Luoyu Realm, the division of cultivators according to their cultivation methods is nothing more than"good" and"evil".

But have you ever thought that long before the Xunfeng Dynasty, cultivators were not divided into"good" and"evil", but into spiritual and evil cultivation.

At that time, the cultivation methods did not distinguish between good and evil, but were integrated into one. It all depends on one's character."

"This drunk Taoist was practicing the technique of the time, the Dream Drunk Technique.

This technique may sound strange, but it is just as its name suggests. It requires alcohol as a base to be practiced."

"And this wine is not brewed from the ordinary six grains, nor is it brewed from spiritual rice and spiritual materials.

The brewing formula it needs only three ingredients!"

"One is the blood of the demon clan, the second is the essence of the barbarians, and the third is the strange demon in the world!"

"In the past, during the Great Qian period, his sect was also a powerful sect that suppressed the area.

However, due to various reasons, it gradually declined and became a single-line hidden sect.

This sect does not have many requirements for accepting disciples. As long as you can drink and have a good character, you can join this sect.

When Chen Longshi was young, his family opened a wine shop. Because his family was attacked by a spiritual monster, he was left alone.

That day, he wanted to close the wine shop and travel far away to seek the method of cultivation. He met an old Taoist who came to his house to ask for wine."

"After drinking a lot of wine, the old Taoist said that his life span was over and he only asked to be buried in a desolate place.

He had no money and could only use the wine gourd beside him as payment."

"After Chen Longshi agreed, he laughed loudly and then fell silent.

Chen Longshi followed the principle of not making promises lightly and fulfilling them, so he naturally did not hesitate and buried the old Taoist priest."

"When he was thirsty and wanted to open the gourd to drink, he found that although he could hear the sound, not a drop of wine flowed out.

At this time, the old Taoist's true spirit flowed out of it, cleansing his essence and marrow, leaving behind a legacy."

"After he learned the cultivation method, he did not feel any joy or other emotions. He knew that the demon was savage and violent, so he planned to cultivate to perfection and then seek revenge.

Who would have thought that with the practice of this Drunken Dream Mysterious Skill, a hundred years would pass in a blink of an eye?"

"There is a saying that goes,"Everything in a drunken dream is reflected, who says that a drunken dream turns into nothing?"

He used his mysterious skills to survive the thunderstorm in his dream and reached the realm of enlightenment."

"The reason he woke up was because the wine in his gourd was empty."

"So, he used the means of profound skills to eliminate the little demons on the ground, and put them into the wine gourd along with many strange demon monks.

After shaking, they turned into wine and went down his throat."

When he said this, he saw that some of the listeners' expressions changed slightly. He knew what they were thinking, and changed his tone and said,"Although the strange demon monks are human, their souls and bodies have already been transformed into the category of strange demons.

Although not pure, they can be used barely.

He originally had some gaps in his heart, but when he saw the strange demon monks slaughtering the mortal mountain villages and offering blood food, he immediately felt nothing.

After all, the strange demon monks used the mortals of the human race to practice, isn't it 'cannibalism'?

He was probably drunk and had never woken up. The things in this world had already made him confused. Naturally, he didn't need to take the strange demon monks seriously whether they were human or not."