radicalducati Chapter 129
Chapter 129
What is the difference between a two-word honorific and a one-word honorific?
After hearing Han Lian's question, the audience looked at each other in confusion.
In their opinion, the difference is just one word and two words, right?
But this is definitely not the answer Mr. Han wanted. If he really said that, it would be a joke for the audience around him.
Just as the audience in the stands were racking their brains to think about it, a voice came from the private room upstairs.
"All single-word honorific titles are recognized by fellow Taoists of the world as invincible great honorifics.
If any Nirvana great honorific does not recognize it, this single-word honorific title will not be established."
There is admiration and praise in this tone, and it seems to be mixed with some excitement, which seems to be from the heart.
His voice is deep, and everyone feels familiar with his words.
They think about it, and some suddenly think of something, and then they realize it.
This voice is from Taoist Master Lin Ran. When the battle happened that year, he was guarding the southern border of Tiannan and commanding thousands of troops.
Although he was not happy with Fu Baixue, he was full of admiration and praise for this fellow Taoist who had fought together on the battlefield. When
Han Lian heard this, he naturally knew who had spoken.
He was surprised but did not show it, but nodded in agreement.
"That's right!
The so-called Tyrant Fist Grandmaster was born from his own boxing skills.
After he reached Nirvana, his every move was full of awe-inspiring dominance. Those who had seen his strength in the past were all impressed by him and admitted that they were no match for him.
It was because all the Grandmasters acknowledged his strength that he was called Tyrant!"
"After the battle, Tyrant went to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Bones, where all the soldiers who had fought on the same battlefield with him were.
After setting up incense and candles for them, he left without even drinking the celebratory wine."
"He returned to the depths of the Nanman and took root there, still fulfilling his duties as one of the Four Martial Sects, monitoring the Nanman's movements.
At the slightest sign of trouble, he would go to the door and kill all the great monks who wanted to plot against him."
"Do you know why he did this?"
Han Lian seemed to ask a question, but he did not give the audience time to answer, and said to himself:
"Zhuo Yuanba was deep in the southern barbarian land and knew that the barbarians feared the Yellow God and the strong.
If these barbarians with wolfish ambitions and who loved to eat human flesh were not frightened, they would always covet the fertile land of the Xunfeng Dynasty and countless money and food."
"‘"One blow is enough to prevent a hundred blows from coming!"
Only by breaking the bones of the barbarians and scaring them will they not cause trouble!"
Han Lian breathed a sigh of relief when he said this.
"Unless those monsters have already identified with the human race in their hearts and become the subjects of our human dynasty, otherwise, they are not of our race and their hearts must be different!
Even if we don’t kill them all, we must make them change color and be afraid!"
Han Lian said this with a sonorous and powerful voice that vibrated in the teahouse.
The listeners paused for a moment, and after they came to their senses, they couldn't help but cheer.
When the sound gradually died down, the listeners were still excited, with eager looks in their eyes.
Han Lian heard the noise and just smiled lightly, without responding.
In the private room, Zhuo Yuanba was not dissatisfied with Han Lian's words.
He looked at the panda holding bamboo shoots and eating them, and couldn't help but chuckled.
"Big Bear, did you hear that?
The Master of Tongtian Pavilion seemed to be making fun of you just now.
But he didn't seem to have any problem. You are indeed greedy, lazy and sleep all day.
I always wanted to find a word to describe you before, but I didn't read enough books so I was at a loss for words.
Today I heard the word"stupid", and it is really appropriate."
He couldn't hide the smile on his face since he started talking, and he laughed out loud at the end.
Who would have thought that Big Bear didn't care at all after hearing this.
He half-paralyzed there chewing bamboo shoots, glanced at Zhuo Yuanba with a squint, and then chewed the bamboo shoots again.
"Ah, yes, yes, I am indeed very stupid.
I just don’t know who made the move, not only regretting it, but also causing all 20 pieces to lose."
Such words were indeed quite lethal, and the smile on Zhuo Yuanba’s face froze for a moment.
At this moment, the puppet laughter of the King of Yanbei came, making everyone in the private room laugh.....
Let's get back to the point.
On the stand, Han Lian said"The storytelling is over" amid the audience's questions.
Just as he was about to leave the stage, a window in a room suddenly opened and a slightly crisp sound of a piano came.
Han Lian and all the audience looked up and saw Wu Miaoyin wearing a cat-faced mask.
Seeing the expressions of the crowd, she was not stage-frightened and plucked the strings of the piano by herself.
"Miaoyin is very grateful for Mr. Han's words.
When Mr. Han was telling the story just now, he mentioned"Xiaoxiang Breaking the Formation Song".
Miaoyin is not talented, but I would like to play this song for you to enjoy."
After she finished speaking, she pressed the strings of the zither, and the sound suddenly rose, which shocked everyone and gave them goose bumps.
The sound of the zither was crisp, and it rose and fell gently. At the climax, it was like a silver bottle suddenly breaking and water splashing out, and iron cavalry rushed out with swords and guns.
Seeing that the audience was fascinated by what he heard, Han Lian chuckled and walked to the backstage.
He has finished the show now, and no matter what they do, it has nothing to do with him.
Han Lian's mind is not here at all.
The storytelling ended, and he has already begun to think about his storytelling point lottery.
Click on the storytelling point. The storytelling system, looking at the prompt sounds of the storytelling points, made him breathe a little heavier.
Turtle, 140,000 storytelling points!
Han Lian had 60,000 storytelling points before, and this time he was awarded about 40,000 storytelling points for the storytelling of the Heaven-shaking Legend. As for the ranking of the martial arts list, it was probably the same!
Sure enough, the amount of storytelling points gained was linked to the realm and number of listeners!
The more you can pry their emotions, the more storytelling points you can get!
Han Lian walked quickly towards his guest room, and finally hummed a slightly cheerful melody.
‘I made money, but I don't know how to spend it....’
He returned to the guest room with ease. Seeing that Da Jin released the Qilin and the golden-haired lion, he was not angry. Instead, he picked them up one by one and teased them.
After throwing them back into the nest one by one, Han Lian hung up the thank-you sign and began to bathe and change clothes.
After bathing and lighting the incense and candles, Han Lian's expression became serious.
After all, he was going to make ten consecutive draws from the gold treasure chest, which was a bet of his entire fortune.
If there was no problem and the goods were not shipped, it would be a real loss.
He took a deep breath, but he still couldn't calm down completely. After circulating his own practice formula several times, he finally calmed down completely.
At this moment, he took a deep breath. He wanted to click on the ten consecutive draws, but suddenly he began to hesitate.
Otherwise...Let's try a single shot first?
He hesitated for a moment, then clicked OK.
In a blink of an eye, the familiar lottery scene appeared. Seeing the beam of light finally turn orange, a little disappointment flashed in his eyes.
「Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the rare treasure, the spiritual jade!"
Spiritual jade: isolates the spiritual thoughts of the monks, isolates the calculations of the heaven and earth, has a certain probability of resisting the spiritual attacks of the monks, and can conceal the breath to a certain extent.
Speaking of this object, is it considered a token of love between Ji Ziyue and Ye Fan?
Spiritual jade?
It's not a loss.
But this is not what I expected.
Han Lian took it out, and then he refined it and hung it around his waist.
Looking at the remaining 130,000 storytelling points, Han Lian's eyes flashed with determination, and then he began to mutter.
"Ye Fan Tiandi, Qingdi, Ruthless Emperor, Ji Ziyue, Crazy Old Brother, Elder Li Ruoyu....Please bless me, if I can hit the target, we can eat delicious food and drink spicy food together.
If I can't hit the target, we can only go to the top of this tower...."
At the end of his speech, Han Lian immediately clicked on the lucky draw.
"Ten consecutive draws of the golden treasure chest, give it to me!"
For a moment, in his mind, the golden treasure chest that was as big as a star almost became real, and a dazzling beam of light shot up into the sky.