Chapter 130 The Strong Wind Has Risen and Is Unstoppable! [Update 2]

This reassembled dagger is completely different from the grotesque one it was just now.

The pattern on the top of the dagger handle and the pattern on the bottom of the blade are connected together, which just happens to be the "Yan" of King Yan.

Professor Xue couldn't help but widen his eyes and almost jumped up for a moment.

As a professor of the History Department of Yunjing University and a senior member of the Archaeological Center of the China Cultural Relics Bureau, it is of course impossible for Professor Xue not to know what the word "Yan" means.

Whenever "Yan" in this shape appears on an object, it proves that the object must have been made by King Yan himself.

At least all the cultural relics made by King Yan that exist in the Yunjing Museum now have the word "Yan".

Previously, Professor Xue only thought that the strange-shaped dagger had random patterns painted on it, but after Ye Banglan reassembled it, he also discovered that it was King Yan's Yan!

Professor Xue barely restrained his excitement because he knew that this was a public place with many people and many eyes.

Ordinary cultural relics can cause people to rob them, let alone those made by King Yan himself?

"Put it away." Professor Xue took a deep breath and quietly pushed the dagger into Ye Banglan's hand, "Let's go take a look ahead."

Ye Banglan naturally knew what Professor Xue was worried about, so when she displayed the dagger, only Professor Xue could see it from this angle.

"What's wrong with the professor? I always feel like he's holding something back and is feeling very uncomfortable."

"I must be angry. There are so many people applying for our archeology project this time. Why do we suddenly squeeze in a high school student who didn't even go to college?"

"I guess I went through the back door, and now I'm still being cheated at the stall. Can the professor not be angry?"

"Oh, but I'm a little girl, I can understand..."

The archaeological team left the stall, but the stall owner still frowned and looked at Ye Puanlan's back with thoughtful eyes.

Could it be that...that dagger that can't even cut vegetables has any deeper origin?

He also received this dagger from someone else, and its earliest source cannot be traced.

The stall owner was more cautious. He took out his mobile phone and quietly sent a few messages.

In the archaeological team, Ye Banglan and Yan Tingfeng were walking at the back, looking very out of place.

Yan Tingfeng tilted his head and said in a low voice, "Is it a relic of King Yan?"

Ye Banlan raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "You are so smart, Mr. Yan."

This was the first time she called him that.

When he was three years old, his parents died in a chase, and he still had countless enemies.

In order to take revenge, he concealed his identity and climbed to the position of leader of the martial arts alliance.

Over time, he got used to being nameless, and people around him called him Young Master.

At this moment, "Young Master", a term with a rather ancient charm, was called out by her in a gentle tone, like feathers falling leisurely, gently stirring the apex of her heart.

"There are very few things that can make Miss Ye's mood fluctuate." Yan Tingfeng's voice was warm and cool, "I just saw that the only thing in your eyes was this dagger, and I saw that Professor Xue looked wrong, so I made such a guess."

"That's because you are smart and have a sharp eye." Ye Banlan smiled faintly, "I didn't expect to find this genuine item in a stall full of fakes."

In fact, this book is hers, so she can see it at a glance.

Ye Banglan lowered his head and stroked the dagger carefully.

The blade was cold, but it sparked a cluster of flames in the palm of her fingertips.

Memories that spanned three hundred years came flooding back at this moment.

That was when she was very young, only eleven years old, and He Jia was only sixteen, and had just been crowned King of Yan.

On her birthday, he gave the dagger to her.

"Brother Wang, what is this?"

"A gift for Xiaolan." Hejia smiled faintly, "This thing can be used for self-defense. You often visit me privately incognito, and I am always afraid that you will get hurt."

If you want to practice martial arts, internal strength is essential.

However, because she was unable to gather her inner strength, she could only practice the light skill "Ten Thousand Miles in a Flash".

Princess Yongning's status is too noble. As long as she leaves the palace, she will be hunted and killed all the time.

"When I'm not around you, you have to protect yourself." Hejia gently touched her head again, "But as long as Brother Wang is here, you will be fine."

Three hundred years later, the Ning Dynasty had been destroyed, and the dagger appeared in front of her again.

Perhaps the blood bond is indelible.

Even though King Yan died, he still remembered the agreement between them.

And she will never forget his legacy.

She will bring China to its peak again and its legacy will last for eternity.

Now the strong wind has risen and it will be unstoppable!

Along the way, Professor Xue was a little absent-minded, frequently looking back at Ye Banlan, fearing that she would fall behind.

Several members of the archaeological center also saw his half-heartedness, but they didn't know what happened, so they could only look at each other in confusion.

After holding it in all the way, Professor Xue finally waited for the place to eat, and then he couldn't wait to call Ye Banglan to a secluded place.

"How do you know that the dagger hides a secret?" Professor Xue asked impatiently, "Genius, this dagger is not even recorded in the history books. Tell me quickly, please!"

Ye Banglan said slowly: "I like to play with the Rubik's Cube."

Professor Xue: "?"

She said calmly: "It felt like this dagger could be taken apart, so I tried it, but I didn't expect it to work."

Professor Xue: "???"

Why is the credibility of this statement not very high?

King Yan is one of the historical figures they focus on.

The ancient mechanical arts of Shenzhou were very strong, and the King of Yan was even more proficient in Qimen Dunjia. Can the weapons he forged be compared with the Rubik's Cube?

Even the highest-level Rubik's Cube can't compare!

Professor Xue stared at Ye Wanlan's eyes, trying to find some clues from them.

But the other party looked at him without any fluctuation, his crescent eyes slightly curved, as blue as the sea, embracing everything.

Professor Xue was finally defeated, and he muttered: "Okay, whatever you say is what it is. I said before that you, a silly old man, would be deceived, but it turns out that I am the silly old man!"

Don't say five thousand yuan, even if it's five hundred thousand to buy a dagger made by the King of Yan, it's also a profit!

Professor Xue rubbed his hands: "Well, I have a request, can I-"

"Donate it to the museum?"

"No, no, no, this is what you bought, of course it's yours." Professor Xue looked serious, "I just asked for your opinion, can you lend it to the Yunjing Archaeological Center so that we can study it?"

Who would have thought that on the stalls on the ancient streets of Yancheng, you can find weapons cast by the King of Yan himself?

Ye Wanlan thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

"Then it's settled." Professor Xue was overjoyed, "Old Fu must have never thought that he came to Yancheng before me, but I made a great discovery first!"

This made him very proud.

Ye Wanlan nodded slightly and asked again: "Professor, I need to take an hour off in the afternoon, is it okay?"

"No problem, of course no problem." Professor Xue agreed, "Come to me when you are done, I will always wait for you."

If Ye Wanlan finds some real antiques again, it will be a big deal!

Professor Xue's eyes were already green.

This is his baby, he must take good care of it!

**

At 2 pm, after the reorganization of the crew of "Qian Qiu Sui", the first promotional meeting was officially held.

Many audiences who had grabbed tickets for the scene had already entered, including major media.

"The crew announced earlier that there would be a pipa accompaniment, I was so excited!"

"Rumor has it, don't wait for the pipa accompaniment, the person playing the pipa has injured his hand."

"Is it true? Isn't the crew lying?"

On the stage, Nie Shuangyi and Zhou Chengyu, as the male and female protagonists, were being interviewed by the media.

The two looked very calm and at ease, and there was no sign of anything unusual.

Until a reporter who had been prepared stepped forward and raised the microphone: "The crew said that when filming this drama, they would also promote intangible cultural heritage. I heard that there will be pipa music to listen to today, why is it not there now?"

"Our pipa player is still preparing, and you will hear it in a while." Nie Shuangyi smiled faintly, "Pipa is the top plucked instrument, I hope everyone will like it."

The reporter pressed the headset, obviously received a new order, and spoke again: "Are they really preparing, or just releasing a gimmick, in fact, the pipa has no-"

"Zheng Zheng!"

A few short pipa sounds suddenly sounded, like the beating of a war drum, covering the voice of the reporter, and instantly mobilized the atmosphere of the whole audience.

"Here it comes!"

"It's Da Mo Gu Yan! A very professional pipa player!"

The sound of the pipa brought the atmosphere to a new height.

However, several media at the scene changed their faces. Obviously, they couldn't understand why there was a pipa player to accompany.

"Zheng Zheng!"

The sound of the pipa was still flowing, and Nie Shuangyi's heart was completely relieved, and he began to answer the questions of the media with ease.

According to the plan, the question time was eight minutes, which was exactly the length of the song "Smoke in the Desert".

But it was obvious that the media reporters and the audience on the scene were very interested in this promotion meeting. After the song "Smoke in the Desert" ended, the promotion meeting was still not over.

The director was a little nervous and pressed the headset: "Backstage, prepare to play other music."

However, at this moment, the sound of the pipa rang again.

Unlike the loneliness and remoteness of "Smoke in the Desert", this song sounded very brisk, outlining a bustling street in front of him.

Luxury cars, attics and palaces.

The sound of the phoenix flute moved, and the white walls and black tiles.

The sound of the pipa was clanging and clear, like pearls and jade falling to the ground.

The light and pleasant music made people feel relaxed and happy, and even calmed down the restless reporters.

The producer opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked at Ye Wanlan who was still playing the strings.

This, this song is...

There was also a reporter with sharp hearing who recognized this song. She opened her mouth in surprise and forgot that other reporters were still asking questions. She blurted out: "Wait... Is this Qing Ping Le?!"

Qing Ping Le, the masterpiece of Princess Yongning.

Sister Lan started to show off her power!

ps: All cities are fictional and have nothing to do with any real city. Please do not substitute them.

After I draw the map, I will insert it into the article (please don't dislike my drawing skills 2333)

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