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

And just after he transcended the tribulation and condensed the celestial phenomena, he suddenly sensed something and looked in one direction.

On a distant hill, a woman was standing there, looking at Han Lian in surprise.

This woman was none other than Leng Hanchan.

After she sensed the aura of the thunder tribulation, she happened to spot Han Lian's figure, so she followed him out, intending to protect him.

As Han Lian's eyes met, the two looked at each other. Leng Hanchan's face was slightly stunned, and then there was some disbelief.

Seeing this, Han Lian just nodded slightly, then turned and fled in the direction of the inn.

But Leng Hanchan, was stunned where she was, and even though Han Lian's figure had disappeared, she did not make any move.

"Mr. Han's Realm..."What's going on?"

She muttered to herself, her whole body trembling slightly, as if her three views were shocked.

It was because Han Lian had just ascended to the Divine Bridge, and the blue lotus pattern between his eyebrows had not dissipated, so she happened to see it.

But this kind of pattern is different in the Luoyu cultivation world.

It is only���The Nirvana Heavenly Pattern can only be condensed when one reaches the Nirvana Realm!

But Han Lian's realm was clearly revealed when he was overcoming the tribulation just now. It was clearly just the celestial phenomenon of the Butterfly Transformation Realm. There was no doubt about this.

Once such a thing was spread, I'm afraid the entire cultivation world would be in great turmoil.

But judging from Mr. Han's expression, he seemed to not care about it at all?

For a moment, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Leng Hanchan's mind, and finally she suppressed this matter in her heart.

Before Han Lian revealed this secret again, she would never allow this matter to be spread from her and let a third person know....After Han Lian returned to the inn, he activated the soldiers of the Holy Land.

According to the system prompt, these soldiers of the Holy Land will appear within a hundred miles around Han Lian within two hours and rush towards him.

In the guest room, he did not rest, but invited Wu Changqing over.

Although the other party is 100% loyal to him, now is the time for the other party to contribute, and it is not appropriate for him to really treat him as a servant.

In fact, Wu Changqing has always been protecting Han Lian. After seeing Han Lian, he bowed and saluted:"My lord, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"I have an idea, and I want to hear your opinion now."

This time, he did not refute the other party who called him Lord instead of Sir. He just chuckled and motioned for the other party to sit down, saying:"Before I summoned you to this world, I was attacked by the Black Lotus Sect of the Ghost Demon. Although they did not cause any impact on me, they might hurt my listeners after all.

Now I have summoned a hundred palace soldiers, and I have manpower, so I want to rebuild a storytelling teahouse so that I can arrange my own methods."

After hearing this, Wu Changqing's eyes flashed with some sharpness, and he said:"The Black Lotus Sect actually dared to attack the Lord, and I will remember it.

The Lord just said that he wanted to rebuild a teahouse for storytelling, which is not impossible, but how can such a mundane building be worthy of your status?"

Listen, what is this? This is the art of language!"

Han Lian just chuckled after hearing this, and threw a small storage ring to the other party.

Although Wu Changqing had never used such an artifact in this world, he was not unaware of its purpose. After a little perception, he was also shocked.

"Such an aura!"

He slowly suppressed the thought in his mind, took a deep breath, and said in surprise:"My lord, is this something from the ancient ruins?

Although the array pattern on it has long been erased, the material is still first-class. If it is used to rebuild the teahouse, and then use some spiritual materials from this world, it is enough."

Hearing this, Han Lian nodded in agreement.

The reason why he wanted to rebuild the teahouse was not only to defend against the enemy, but also for some other ideas.

Now that his reputation and strength are barely able to protect himself, it is time to pursue higher quality....On the morning of the second day, around the time of breakfast, all the tenants in the inn were asked to leave the inn in confusion.

Han Lian had bought this inn from the innkeeper some time ago, and he was still the one who ran it.

The only difference was that this inn became Han Lian's private property.

Originally, the innkeeper didn't want to sell it, but there was really no way.

Because Han Lian gave him too much.

Do you want to ask where Han Lian got the money?

He said that the content of his story was copied into a book, but there was a fee.

Although Han Lian only took 30% of the profit, it was also a lie to count the silver, and he didn't have to worry about money at all.

Han Lian walked out of the inn, bowed to the original guests, and smiled as he clasped his fists and apologized:"Haha, now I see that more and more people come here to listen to my storytelling, and I guess the inn is no longer full.

After much thought, I finally made up my mind to rebuild the teahouse in this inn. I apologize for my poor hospitality.

Please rest assured that when the inn is rebuilt, the first batch of guests will naturally be you."

The guests felt relieved after hearing this. Feng Xiu and Nie Tong walked out of the crowd. He bowed to Han Lian and said eagerly:"Mr. Han, rebuilding the teahouse inn is not a one-day job, but do you need our help?"

Feng Xiu had a hundred good feelings towards Han Lian and really wanted to lend a helping hand.

Not a one-day job?

Han Lian couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this.

"If you want to help, it won't be too late to wait until the inn is built...."

He took a deep breath and said loudly,"Where are the Taoist soldiers?"

Swoosh!

A roaring sound came from the horizon. A group of strange beasts rushed over. On top of the strange beasts were the Taoist soldiers of the Holy Land.

They were wearing Taoist armor and exuded awe-inspiring aura.

When they were close to Han Lian, they dismounted and half-knelt.

""Greetings, my lord!"

The momentum of the one hundred Taoist soldiers in the palace was like a tsunami, and their strong will made countless cultivators present change color.

Looking at these Taoist soldiers, he nodded with satisfaction. Wu Changqing was the last to walk out of the inn. With a wave of his hand, the entire inn and teahouse were taken away by him.

At the same time, the buildings around the inn and teahouse were also leveled bit by bit.

After the ground was cleared, Han Lian gave orders to the Taoist soldiers. After receiving the orders, he did not hesitate to start consolidating the foundation. In just a moment, it was dry. The construction was in full swing.

Wu Changqing took out the blue bricks from the ruins, which were several feet square, and cut them into small pieces for use in the construction.

The Taoist soldiers worked hard without stopping for a moment. They not only bought out all the building materials of Dongling Mansion, but also bought materials from neighboring mansions.

In just one day, most of the building was built.

By noon the next day, the inn was renovated.

It not only had a hall for storytelling, but was also divided into several floors to leave enough guest rooms.

The area of both the inn and the storytelling teahouse was several times larger than before.