My past life exposure shocked the entire internet

After waking up, Yan Tingfeng also tried to find the Shen Ce Right Talisman, hoping to combine the Shen Ce Tiger Talisman into one and donate it to the Yunjing Museum.

But he searched for a long time and couldn't find any trace of You Fu.

He had thought that the Right Talisman might have been plundered by the people from the Northern Territory three hundred years ago, but he did not expect that it would be in such a counterfeit market.

"With only the right talisman and no left talisman, it really cannot be called the Shen Ce Tiger Talisman." Xiang Shaoyu frowned, "I also checked the whereabouts of the Shen Ce Tiger Talisman, but unfortunately there has been no news."

Yan Tingfeng came back to his senses, raised his hand, and gently touched the right talisman of Shence in Ye Banlan's palm. After a pause, he smiled: "Don't worry, little Wan, the left talisman of Shence is here with me."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Banglan and Xiang Shaoyu focused their eyes on Yan Tingfeng.

"With you?" Xiang Shaoyu's tone suddenly rose, "Why didn't you say it before?!"

"Why do you want to say that?" Yan Tingfeng said calmly, "You didn't ask me."

Xiang Shaoyu: "...but you can just say it!"

Although the Shence Tiger Talisman was jointly created by the Shence Army and the Xiang Royal Family, it can also be regarded as a relic of the Xiang Royal Family.

Of course he wanted to collect them all.

"That's good." Ye Banlan breathed a sigh of relief, "When we return to China, we can put the left talisman and the right talisman together."

"Yes." Yan Tingfeng nodded gently, "If the situation is urgent, I will ask Binghe and the others to send it over now."

"There's no rush, safety is important." Ye Banlan shook his head, "It's better to go back to China to make me feel at ease."

Qingyun Pei cheered: "It'll be fine now. When the left talisman and the right talisman become one, you will definitely be able to remember the past."

Shence Hufu sobbed: "Thank you, Xiao Qingyun."

"Don't cry, really don't cry anymore!" Qing Yunpei panicked again, "Her Royal Highness said she would take you home, so you can definitely go home!"

Shence Hufu was just crying and couldn't stop no matter how hard he tried to persuade her.

"Okay, shut up." Yuluan Hairan said angrily, "Although you and I haven't seen the light of day for hundreds of years, we are still on the land of China. What about it? It has been tortured for hundreds of years in a foreign country. It’s also a good thing to cry out all your bad emotions.”

Qingyun Pei hummed: "You know a lot."

"A Yin taught me this." Yu Luanhan was very proud. "A Yin always likes to take care of other people, and naturally he can also see other people's inner thoughts."

"The banquet is at seven o'clock tonight, there are still a few hours left." Yan Tingfeng stretched out his hand, smoothed Ye Wanlan's hair, and said in a soft voice: "Xiao Wan has a rest first, and we will set off again."

After returning to the room, Yan Tingfeng took out the tools and started making tea.

The ancient art of making tea was something he learned only after he regained consciousness.

After waking up, he knew that because of the war, his desire to kill was too strong, so he went to a senior monk to learn how to calm himself.

So, he also got used to making tea.

Xiang Shaoyu walked around Yan Tingfeng: "I feel something is wrong."

Yan Tingfeng looked calm and still making tea with bare hands: "What's wrong?"

"According to historical records, the Shence Left Talisman must be in the hands of Huo Jingyu, the head coach of the Shence Army." Xiang Shaoyu pondered, "Huo Jingyu would definitely not be able to hand over such an important thing, so the Shence Left Talisman must be Also with his body."

Yan Tingfeng raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "It makes sense, keep talking."

"Although Huo Shuai's body has not been found yet, what is certain is that he must have died in southern Xinjiang." Xiang Shaoyu continued to analyze, "The Nanming Principality is in the south of China, just like Beilu, except that they Entering China from southern Xinjiang, we plundered many cultural relics and antiques, so——"

Yan Tingfeng's eyes were smiling, encouraging him to continue: "So?"

"So Shence Zuofu was either buried with Huo Shuai, or was taken away by bandits from the Nanming Principality." Xiang Shaoyu stared closely into Yan Tingfeng's eyes, "If Brother Yan finds Shence Zuofu, Fu, we should also be able to find where Huo Shuai is buried."

"As expected of the young head of the Xiang family." Yan Tingfeng arched his eyebrows and spoke softly, "The prince of Beijing."

Xiang Shaoyu: "...Can you please stop using such a shameful name to describe me?"

"I'm praising you for your intelligence and resourcefulness." Yan Tingfeng smiled, "Your analysis is logical and there is indeed no problem."

This is the same as the inference of historians.

But history is far from being as simple as it seems, and it cannot be inferred from established facts, because under the righteousness, there is still little love.

Yan Tingfeng's thoughts returned to that tragic war.

When Shence is dead, it means that the first line of defense in the martial arts world has been completely broken through.

At this time, even Taiyi doctors and Taisuxiang people, who were not good at fighting at all, had to rush to the battlefield.

Some Taiyi doctors were transferred, and after confirming their safety, Shui Yunqing placed the left talisman in his hand at the last moment of her life.

She failed to save Huo Jingyu, and this was the last thing Huo Jingyu left for her.

But the left talisman is very precious and should be given to someone who can use it.

Perhaps at that time, Shui Yunqing did not expect that even the owner of Shenxiao Tower, known as the "number one in the world", could not stop this war.

Yan Tingfeng lowered his eyelashes and gently touched the place where his heart was.

There are still many things he promised Shui Yunqing but he still failed to do.

"So, why is this Zuo Talisman here with you?" Xiang Shaoyu asked again, "You not only have things from Jianghu people, but also things from the imperial court. Brother Yan, what did your ancestors do?"

Yan Tingfeng did not reply, but placed a freshly brewed cup of tea in front of Xiang Shaoyu: "No matter how many questions you have, you will forget them after drinking the tea."

Xiang Shaoyu fell silent for a while, then sighed: "Okay, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

He took the cup of tea and drank it slowly, but the doubts in his heart became more and more intense.

After returning to Yunjing, he must go to the Rong family to ask clearly.

**

At half past six in the evening, Matvey sent someone to pick up Xiang Shaoyu.

"Young Master Shao Yu, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you still look the same." He smiled broadly, but his attitude was not very respectful. "You don't know that I have paid a lot in order to be able to connect you."

Xiang Shaoyu said calmly: "What you mean by paying too much is to stand at the door and not let us in?"

"Young Master Shao Yu has misunderstood. It's just that before the banquet begins, a shooting is needed to heighten the atmosphere." Matvey's eyes fell on Ye Banlan and Yan Tingfeng, "I don't know which of your men will come first. ?”

He naturally regarded Ye Banglan and Yan Tingfeng as Xiang Shaoyu's servants, but sighed a little more. This time, the servants' appearance and temperament were very outstanding.

"What shooting?" Xiang Shaoyu's voice deepened, "Don't be a riddler here. If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Young Master Shaoyu has been to Hokuriku a few times, why don't you still know the rules here?" Matvey smiled, "Shooting is the most common game at banquets, just like your Chinese game of throwing pots."

Xiang Shaoyu's expression turned cold: "We don't have any rules about seeing blood after the pot is thrown."

Of course he knew that Hokuriku had such rules, but they were very cruel.

"So wherever this person is, he must abide by the rules." Matvey's smile remained unchanged, "Young Master Yu, don't forget, your purpose this time is to meet Mr. Sergey and exchange for the antiques you like. ah."

There was a thin layer of anger in Xiang Shaoyu's eyes: "Matvi, you -"

Ye Banglan patted his shoulder lightly and asked, "What are the rules of shooting games?"

Matvey glanced at Ye Banlan with a slightly contemptuous gaze: "It's very simple. Each person has a total of ten bullets. Starting from the sixth shot, each shot will eliminate the two people with the lowest level until only one is left. The next two people.”

"The two will continue to compete, and the final victory will be determined through ten shots. The winner will be received by His Majesty if he is lucky."

Ye Banglan looked calm: "You haven't said the most critical part yet."

"Oh, of course, those who are eliminated in the first round will be punished." Matvey said meaningfully, "It's just cutting some flesh and bleeding, it won't have much impact."

Xiang Shaoyu's eyes were cold: "In the last shooting game, the losers were already buried in the cemetery."

This is a game for the powerful.

They only care about the enjoyment of the game, not human life. Blood will make them more excited.

"It seems that China is so weak that it doesn't even dare to hold a gun." Matvey said sarcastically, "Then you'd better get out of here. You are not qualified to participate in today's banquet."

Good morning~~

In the new week, I will continue to ask Sister Lan and Brother Yan for monthly passes at the end of the month.