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History books do not record the cause of death of Xiaoyao Wang Yan Shunhua in the war three hundred years ago, but what is certain is that he did die in this war.

Yan Shunhua is worthy of the title of "Xiaoyao". He has no fixed residence and wanders around, never returning to his mansion all year round.

He was also philanthropic and could use any precious treasure to relieve the common people, so there were very few things left behind.

Even though the exquisite eight-treasure box was picked up by a foreigner and changed hands several times before reaching the old man's hands, someone must have told him that blood could be used to open the treasure box before he attacked Yan Tingyue.

Then there must be a force behind the old man.

Ye Banglan narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became colder little by little.

I just don’t know if this force is related to the strange army that invaded China three hundred years ago.

But after going back in history several times, she had memorized the faces of several generals in her mind.

It is said that human memory is limited, but as long as she recalls it every day, she will never forget it.

The old man's body trembled, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was somewhat unable to understand the meaning of Ye Turning's words.

What does it mean... Yan Shunhua said it himself?

Isn't the name Yan Shunhua the real name of King Xiaoyao?

But King Xiaoyao died three hundred years ago, without leaving even a tomb.

Ye Banglan said coldly: "Speak!"

"ah--!!!"

The golden needle penetrated deeper, and the old man screamed again and again: "I said it! I said it all!"

He had never experienced such heart-piercing pain in his life, and it was simply unbearable.

devil!

Yan Tingyue's apprentice is simply a devil!

"I...I only got the Linglong Eight Treasure Box this year." Cold sweat continued to break out on the old man's forehead, "The person who gave me this box only handed me a note, saying that I must have Xiaoyao It can only be opened with the painstaking efforts of Wang Yanshunhua’s descendants.”

"It seems that you also have a single line of contact." Ye Banlan said in a calm voice, "So you attacked my teacher just because of a word. Do you think you can successfully complete the task if you master the technique?"

At this moment, how could the old man not understand that the Taoist doctor who appeared next to Yan Tingyue was actually the young disciple she had accepted?

His face was gray and his pupils had lost their brightness.

No wonder, his plan failed.

Using magic techniques in front of Taoist doctors is just trying to make people laugh at you.

The golden needles tore two acupuncture points of the old man, causing constant pain. He begged for mercy loudly and unbearably: "Miss Ye! Please spare my life, Miss Ye. I swear, I will never step foot in China again in my life." !”

Where does he have other thoughts now? He just wants to survive.

No life, nothing left.

"Your hands have been contaminated with many lives, including many of my people in China." Ye Banlan smiled slightly, "I will not let you go."

No inch of China's land is inviolable.

All the people of China must not be looked down upon.

Hearing these words, the old man's face turned as pale as paper.

Despair was like a cold snake, strangling his throat tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Ye Banglan turned around and ignored the old man howling behind her.

After a few seconds, the howling stopped and everything became eerily quiet.

She walked out of the cave, the sun was just right, the clouds dispersed, and the wind moved.

Beside the lake, a young man with long white hair was sitting there making tea with his bare hands.

Seeing her approaching, he handed over a cup of brewed tea: "It has just been cold water, not hot, and the temperature is just right."

Ye Banglan took the tea cup, sat down next to him, and slowly drank the warm tea in the cup.

This tea indeed had a magical effect, making her tired from the past few days disappear.

Yan Tingfeng tilted his head and said in a soft voice: "Leave the rest to me. Xiao Wan is also tired these days."

"Yes." Ye Wanlan did not refuse and said softly, "It's just what happened recently that made me have to be vigilant."

Sure enough, as Yan Tingyue said, since three hundred years ago, some people have never died of their desire to die in China.

"That's right." Ye Tuanlan came to his senses and took out the exquisite eight-treasure box, "Take a look, is there any mystery in this box?"

"This pattern seems to be able to form a word." Yan Tingfeng pondered for a moment and asked Binghe to get pen and paper.

Then, he rubbed the pattern on the box on the rice paper with a brush, dipped the pen in cinnabar, and traced the ink pattern a few times.

Ye Banglan glanced at it and recognized the word. She raised her eyebrows: "Flower?"

Yan Tingfeng hummed, then continued to rub patterns on other sides.

As expected, these patterns also have different words on them, and only two sides have simple patterns.

Just facing these six words that were found, Ye Banglan and Yan Tingfeng both fell into silence.

The three sides on the right are: flowers, reflections, and the moon.

The three sides on the left are: Yan, Shun and Hua.

There are only patterns on the upper and lower sides without any writing.

At this moment, the doubts from the previous life were finally solved.

No wonder when Hua Yingyue asked Yan Shunhua for the exquisite eight-treasure box, Yan Shunhua flatly refused.

With Hua Yingyue's delicate mind, if this exquisite eight-treasure box were in her hands, it would be impossible for her not to discover this thing.

"Ah?" Binghe looked confused, "Are King Xiaoyao and King Qin a couple? Unofficial historians wouldn't dare to write that, right?"

Although Hua Yingyue inherited the title of "King of Qin" from her father, she was supported and loved because she had good martial arts and was good at using a heavy sword.

Moreover, the Eastern Wilderness was extremely desolate. People like King Xiaoyao who liked to travel around would definitely not like the Eastern Wilderness.

Hua Yingyue was also a female general of her generation, and she would definitely look down on people like Yan Shunhua who were nostalgic for the stage every day.

Ye Wanlan shook his head: "Unofficial history has not been written like this."

"Well, maybe there is a side of history that we don't know." Yan Tingfeng blinked and smiled, "After all, history books cannot record everything, but they can follow the footsteps of antiques to explore more things."

Ye Wanlan nodded.

Next, she needs to find a way to open this exquisite eight-treasure box.

Back to the program group, Xie Linyuan also came back from outside and heard Ye Wanlan mention what happened today.

"No way, Junior Sister, you didn't see it back then?" Xie Linyuan crossed his arms, "You've had more than one meal with them."

Ye Wanlan glanced at him: "Yan Shunhua is always sweet-talking, how can I tell what he really thinks of Yingyue?"

"You don't understand this." Xie Linyuan shook his head slightly, "Sometimes, no matter how many people you talk about, it's just to hide the one in your heart, because even King Xiaoyao would probably feel inferior when facing King Qin."

He has fought with Hua Yingyue.

This Queen, the only one among the four kings, is worthy of her reputation.

And she is a few years younger than King Yan Hejia. If they are the same age, they may not be the first.

Hua Yingyue has a heavy army and is stationed in the East Wilderness. She has a very high status.

Even though Yan Shunhua and she are both among the four kings, the things they manage are very different.

As a man, Xie Linyuan can understand Yan Shunhua's thoughts very well.

Ye Wanlan was silent for a moment: "What a pity, what's the point of talking about this now?"

Love, hate, gratitude, resentment, all of them were scattered three hundred years ago.

In the face of national hatred and family feuds, there is no right to talk about personal feelings.

Xie Linyuan also fell silent. After a while, he sighed softly: "Maybe I have really died once, I have let go of many things. If I can see Fanyin again, I will definitely talk about everything."

"Then I wish you good luck, senior brother." Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows, "Anyway, don't expect me to speak for you at that time. I will always stand on the side of my sisters."

Xie Linyuan choked, then smiled helplessly: "Junior sister, you are really cruel."

After the lunch break, the afternoon shooting continued.

At this time, a message popped up on Ye Wanlan's mobile phone.

[I have horns on my head]: I'm in Nancheng. I'll go to you after I make some money!

Ye Wanlan was thoughtful.

Make money?

She looked around and found that not far ahead, a figure carrying a huge box sat down cross-legged, and then began to set up a stall.

Ye Wanlan narrowed her eyes and walked forward slowly.

The stall was very simple, with a branch and a few sachets.

"This is the amulet made by our Penglai Temple using a century-old tree. I won't ask you for more. Don't pay 9999, just 999." The little girl raised her head and raised a finger, "You can take the century-old tree home, which can guarantee you longevity, no deception!"

Ye Wanlan didn't say anything, took out her mobile phone to scan the code and pay.

At the same time, a few more messages popped up on her mobile phone.

[I have horns on my head]: Xiaohei and I came to see you with gifts. Xiaohei likes to see beautiful women the most!

[I have horns on my head]: Oh, by the way, the people in Nancheng are so stupid and easy to cheat. Hehe, I just made a lot of money with a stick I picked up. Am I a good money-maker?

[I have horns on my head]: I'm here. Where are you? I must see you first!

Ye Wanlan did not reply on the phone, but looked down at the little girl playing with the phone and said calmly: "I've made money, so we can meet."

Thanks for the support, babies, see you tomorrow~~