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

Chapter 266: Small Punishment

Tell me about "The Legend of the White Snake"?

The listeners could not help but light up when they heard such inquiries.

Although they have never caught a cold with the demon clan for generations, and when they heard Han Lian tell various stories, the senses of the demon clan were not very good, so they were not happy with the demon clan in the bottom of their hearts.

When Han Lian said "joining the demon clan" before, they were all unbelievable.

That is, after hearing Han Lian's words that he wanted to write a storybook "The Legend of the White Snake" to facilitate this, it made them feel better.

After all, Han Lian has said that he is going to unite with those 'good demons' among the demon clan.

Even in the human race, it is possible to distinguish between good and bad, and in the monster race, it is naturally the same.

When they thought that they were allied with medicines that were not hostile to the human race, they felt a little better in their hearts.

As for reading the script in person... Although they were educated in the Confucian and Taoist Academy, ordinary children can read a lot of characters, but there are still some who do not know.

If it doesn't affect the artistic conception, that's all, but if it affects the artistic conception and ruins the atmosphere of reading books, then it is really a sin.

Besides, if you go to see it yourself, you will feel it, can there be a refreshing feeling that Mr. Han told them personally?

For a while, the listeners all looked around looking for the voice, intending to find out who came up with such a method.

But they didn't know that the master was Zhou Shi, Han Lian's named disciple.

After this man spoke, Han Lian was speechless for a while, without the slightest hesitation, he threw him out of the teahouse and banished him into a falling space.

It's fine if it's someone else, but if it's his own disciple, he naturally wants to 'teach' it well.

Seeing the earnest eyes of the listeners could not be rejected, Han Lian recalled his manuscript of the White Snake, and casually said such a paragraph, when the scene was already revealed in the minds of the listeners, and stopped abruptly.

The rest is Han Lian's tactful and flat tune, which is remembered in the ears of the listeners.

"The beauty of the West Lake is in March, the spring rain is like a wine willow.

Destined to meet for thousands of miles, no chance to meet each other.

After ten years of cultivation, they can cross the boat together, and after a hundred years of cultivation, they can sleep together.

Finding the secret of good fortune, the white heads are concentric in front of me..."

"..."

"..."

When the listeners came back to their senses, they looked at each other in an uproar.

And there were people who were still complaining about Han Lian's story of "The Legend of the White Snake", when he only talked a little bit and then no one was seen, someone came back to his senses and ran out.

When the other listeners saw this, they also subconsciously returned to their senses and ran out together.

"Yes, Mr. Han's "The Legend of the White Snake" is different from "Zhitian Zhuan" and other lists. This is the manuscript of Mr. Han's handwriting. According to the methods of the Sunda Dynasty, all books are printed naturally. The masters are engraved according to the manuscript.

This "Legend of the White Snake" is bound to be extraordinary. If it's late, I'm afraid it will be sold out! "

In just a moment, the audience under the stand of the teahouse disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The people who can be in the private room are all powerful people. Although they also vaguely feel that the legend of the white snake has some meaning, but because of their face, they did not go to grab those ordinary people.

However, in the dark, the great cultivators who followed behind silently retreated to do what their great masters ordered.

But these things have nothing to do with Han Lian.

At this time, he left the teahouse and was walking towards his room.

At this time, he was in a good mood. Judging from the story of the white snake, the book still had some influence.

It can be predicted that although the legend of the White Snake is not very interesting to those monks, it can have a lot of influence in the mortal world.

After all, the male protagonist in the Legend of the White Snake is just an ordinary person.

A powerful cultivator of the monster clan repays the common people of the human clan, and he actually promised each other with his body. I am afraid that he doesn't know how many people, and he can't sleep every night watching the legend of the white snake... He thought of this in his mind, and then he stopped. to think more.

Suddenly he thought of something, he waved his sleeves lightly, the space in front of him fluctuated slightly, and with a thud, Zhou Shi fell out of it.

He was lying on the ground, his head was a little cloudy for a while, and he didn't seem to come back to his senses.

"You kid, actually came to coax you to become a teacher?"

Seeing the other party lying still on the ground, Han Lian chuckled lightly.

"Get up, when you speak in the future, think about your own state now.

But not everyone is so good-tempered as a teacher. "

He said something like this, raised his hand and touched his eyebrows, and a spiritual light flowed into his body, nourishing his meridians.

By the time Zhou Shi came back to his senses, Han Lian had already left.

He lay on the ground and looked at his analog panel, which was already full of a series of garbled words.

But there is one line that is very clear.

"I was punished by Him for a small act, I was banished into space, and I fell uncontrollably for a full quarter of an hour!

But He seemed to want to give me a small punishment, and afterwards it also nourished my own body and spirit.

After all, I am no longer the king of Yanbei who was able to call the wind and call the rain in the land of Yanbei. Now, I am just a little monk who is inferior to ordinary soldiers.

Of course, I'm guilty, and I shouldn't try to figure out his mind! "

For a time, Zhou Shi's mind flashed a lot of thoughts, but he only felt a mess.

And he was still lying there at this time, unable to move, as if he had been pressed there by the void.

At this moment, the cloud-turning beast did not see Zhou Shi for a long time and went back, looking for the breath to find it.

He saw the figure at a glance and ran over happily.

Seeing Zhou Shi lying on the ground without moving, the cloud-flipping beast jumped and circled around him twice, licking his hair in a mess.

Seeing that it still didn't move, it called out twice, put the cloud on its back, and chased towards Han Lian's room.

After a few breaths, seeing that he was already outside Han Lian's room, Zhou Shi's whole body suddenly became agile, he suddenly fell to the ground, and he was dragged away under the somewhat surprised gaze of the Cloud Beast.

Although he has no strength now, but now has a lot of eyesight.

Just now, he should have been pinned to the ground by Han Lian with the power of the void, and that aura was the way to resolve it.

That spiritual energy is enough to circulate in his body for a week before he can move, it can be seen in general.

"My teacher, really..."

Zhou Shi sighed in his heart and wanted to comment on Han Lian.

But he suddenly thought of Han Lian's various methods, and he looked at his panel with hindsight, seeing a series of "Don't lie about his existence" on it, he couldn't help but shut up and stopped thinking about it.

What is this!