Chapter 133 High energy ahead! 【1 update】
The dagger was only the size of a palm, very compact, but the blade was extremely sharp, without any rust, and it didn't look like an antique at all.
However, the leading young man stared at the dagger for three seconds and suddenly became ecstatic.
He couldn't wait to call the middle-aged man in the lead: "Boss, it is really a relic of King Yan, and it was definitely made by King Yan himself!"
He was definitely not mistaken. The final word formed by the patterns on the dagger was the word "Yan"!
Selling antiques was originally one of their businesses, so they naturally had to understand the value of these antiques.
It’s just a relic of King Yan. These six words “Made by King Yan himself” can increase the history and collection value of this dagger several times!
Making a lot of money!
"You have eyesight." Ye Banlan played with the dagger and smiled slightly, "This was not only made by King Yan himself, but it was also a self-defense item he gave to Princess Yongning. Princess Yongning has always worn it and never left her body."
As soon as these words came out, the breathing of several young people became heavier: "Huchi Huchi..."
Their eyes also turned red, as if they had seen a treasure that made them rich!
If this dagger is the weapon that Princess Yongning never leaves, then it proves that they can follow the clues to find Princess Yongning's tomb!
How valuable should the things in Princess Yongning's tomb be?
She is Ning Zhaozong's favorite child, and she is also the sister of King Yan!
Civil and military officials were her teachers, and heroes in the world also admired her.
When she died, the whole world held a funeral.
The young man didn't want to wait at all. He stretched out his hands, one hand to grab Ye Banlan's neck, and the other hand to grab the dagger.
"Uh-huh!"
But at this moment, the dagger flew out like a hidden weapon and pierced the air!
The young man turned around suddenly and saw the dagger spinning twice in the air before striking straight towards his abdomen.
"Chi——"
The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart was very clear in the silent wasteland.
The leading young man didn't react at all. His eyes widened and he fell straight down.
A deep wound appeared on his abdomen, and blood gurgled out.
The remaining young people seemed to have seen a ghost and were in disbelief.
Just now... what was that trick?
The legendary Penglai Mountain magic, or the sword master’s sword magic?
But this is clearly something that only exists in martial arts novels!
"Crack!"
The dagger returned to Ye Banglan's hand, and there was no blood on the blade.
King Yan really put a lot of effort into making this dagger. In order to ensure that the dagger exerted maximum power with the smallest size, he found a lot of ore and it took half a year to create this thing.
A minute later, all the young men who came to snatch the daggers fell to the ground, their noses and faces were bruised and they didn't even have the strength to get up.
Even now, they have not been able to realize what happened.
How could a little girl who hadn't even gone to college yet become a murderer? !
"You people enjoy robbing tombs and maliciously destroying cultural relics. I'm glad you didn't let me meet you three hundred years ago." Ye Banlan stepped on the leading young man's hand and said in a cold tone, "I promised the professor that I would be a Good citizen."
The pain spread from the roots of his fingers and swept through his body bit by bit, almost making the young man faint.
He was somewhat unable to understand Ye Turnlan's words, because his brain had been overwhelmed by the pain and could not move at all.
Ye Banglan dialed the number Professor Xue gave her yesterday.
It is the help number of the Northwest Branch of Bureau 723.
"Hey, I want to report a crime. A group of wandering people wanted to rob me. I accidentally fell into a trap set by a hunter in the wild." Ye Turning lowered his head, kicked the young man who couldn't even get up, and said in a calm voice, "They seem to be related to the theft of cultural relics, and we hope they can be tracked down and brought to justice as soon as possible."
When the operator of the 723 Bureau Northwest Branch heard these words, he immediately became serious: "Okay, Miss, please report your coordinates again."
Ye Banglan reported the degrees of east longitude and north latitude.
The operator's tone was urgent: "Please wait a moment, we will send someone over immediately."
The sky was still fine, so Ye Turning raised his foot and hit the young man hard on the back.
"puff--!"
The young man vomited out another mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened, and he passed out completely.
Ye Banlan's expression was still calm. She kicked all the young people into the nearest trap, and then took out a tissue to wipe the ashes on her hands.
"Brother Wang, let's drink." Ye Banlan sat down cross-legged by the river, "I didn't find your favorite clear wine, so I can only use this instead."
She raised her hand, poured the remaining half of the wine in the flask onto the ground, and smiled softly.
"You must not know that China is already like this."
Just like the Ning Dynasty in its heyday three hundred years ago, no one knew it would fall overnight.
Today, three hundred years later, no one knows that the Chinese people can rebuild their homeland again on top of the ruins and squeeze into the forest of the world.
"Now is the modern society, there are many high-tech things, even I am surprised." She crescent moon eyes curled up, showing a little smile, "But our inheritance from that time is still there, although it is small, but I promise , will gradually recover in the future.”
After a long, long silence, Ye Tuanlan said softly: "But Brother Wang, I miss you so much." Among all her relatives, she and He Jia had the closest relationship.
Before she died, the last person she saw was Hejia.
After being reincarnated into the modern age, Ye Banlan originally thought that she could see the deeds of King Yan fighting all the way to Beilu in the history books, or that she could retire successfully and live a retirement life.
But she never expected that six years after her death, her brother would also die at an extremely young age——
28 years old.
According to historical records, in 1723, unknown forces invaded, and King Yan refused to retreat and was buried in Yanshan.
From then on, the mountain became his bones and the river became his blood.
The sun falls on the long river, making little waves.
Ye Banglan sat quietly by the river, the petals were blown from the trees by the wind and floated on her shoulders, watching the clouds rolling and relaxing outside the Great Wall with her.
**
On the other side, the inner city.
An hour and a half has passed, the tea has been replenished several times, and Ye Turning the Tide still has not returned to the team.
Professor Xue was restless: "What's going on? You haven't come back after being out for so long? Could it be that something happened?"
Yan Tingfeng said nothing.
He lowered his eyelashes, looked at the messages on his phone, and then said: "Binghe."
Binghe appeared quietly: "Sir, Bureau 723 received a call for help, saying that a group of tomb robbers had fallen into a trap. They are sending someone there. It should be Miss Ye..."
"Bureau 723?!" Professor Xue was shocked and stood up immediately, "I just gave her my contact information yesterday, and she contacted her today. If it's broken, something big must have happened."
Before Binghe could say anything, he saw Professor Xue rushing out of the restaurant in a whoosh, with a speed comparable to the world's 100-meter running champion.
"..."
In fact, these old professors are stronger than anyone else!
Professor Xue rushed all the way to the outer city and found that, as expected, an area was cordoned off.
A team of Bureau 723 investigators are lifting the person from the bottom of the trap up.
Professor Xue breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw Ye Wanlan standing meekly by the river, with two female investigators from the 723 Bureau questioning and comforting her.
"What's going on?" Professor Xue strode forward, "What danger did you encounter just now? You weren't injured, were you? Did you lose your hair?"
"No." Ye Banglan said calmly, "Professor, they all fell into the trap and did not hurt me."
Professor Xue then looked at the young men and saw that they had all fallen unconscious. He was still furious: "They deserve it! I just said these people will be punished by God. They deserve it. They didn't look at the road and fell into the trap."
The captain looked at Professor Xue with difficulty: "..."
Where did he fall into a trap and get injured?
This is clearly how he was beaten!
It’s just nonsense.
It's just that this area is deserted, there is no monitoring equipment at all, and no one knows what is happening here.
They compared these young men with the wanted portraits and confirmed that they were a group of people who often wandered around Yancheng. Their hands were all stained with blood, and their deeds were very ruthless.
The captain's eyes changed when he looked at Ye Banlan. He sighed and said politely: "Miss Ye, we would like to invite you to the bureau——"
"Please, please!" Professor Xue became even more angry, "The child is frightened and needs to go back to rest. Tell me if you have anything."
team leader:"……"
He met Ye Puanlan's gentle gaze and admitted defeat: "Okay."
"Let's go, let's go." Professor Xue pulled Ye to turn the tide, "Let's go back, you have a good rest today."
**
I got an afternoon off for no reason, and turning the tide at night was also very relaxing.
Today was Saturday, and the promotional meeting for "A Thousand Years Old" was also officially broadcast online. She opened the video software.
"I heard that the promotion meeting was very successful." Yan Tingfeng put down a cup of tea next to her, "I just had something to do that day, so I was a little regretful that I couldn't hear it at the scene."
After saying that, he also looked at the screen.
Netizens were also very enthusiastic, and the barrages filled the entire screen.
[Since the reorganization of "Thousand Years Old", it has been very careful. The promotion of intangible cultural heritage is indeed necessary now! 】
[This song Desert Smoke is really nice. The pipa player must be very professional. I suspect he hired a master-level figure! 】
[Did the pipa player show his face? This is important to me. 】
When the song ended, the background music went blank for a moment.
Netizens were all regretting that the Pipa song ended so quickly and that they had not fully enjoyed themselves.
[Is it over like this? No, I'm going to go back and listen to it again. 】
Yan Tingfeng also smiled: "It sounds very good, even better than the one you played before."
Ye Banglan raised his eyebrows: "Thank you for the compliment."
Just when many netizens were about to go back and listen to "Smoke in the Desert" again, a giant barrage occupied the entire screen.
[Ah ah ah ah, please pay attention to the high energy ahead! ! ! 】
Good morning~~~
(End of this chapter)