Chapter 300: The master of Shenxiao is still alive? Inherited culture [2 updates]
This knife——
Xie Linyuan's eyes narrowed slightly and he took a few steps closer, hoping to take a closer look.
But at this moment, Yan Tingfeng put the knife back in an instant.
"Stop." He said coldly, "Although I can't see you, it doesn't mean I can't feel you."
Xie Linyuan's eyes narrowed deeper. He stood there and did not step forward.
This person is indeed not simple.
The knife in Yan Tingfeng's hand reminded him of an old friend——
Lord of Shenxiao.
It is rumored in the world that Master Shenxiao is proficient in various martial arts, which enables him to secure his position as the supreme martial arts master and is truly the number one person in the world.
But the weapon of Lord Shenxiao is a knife.
His sword skills are unparalleled in the world.
Xie Linyuan had fought against Master Shenxiao and knew how powerful and treacherous Master Shenxiao's sword skills were.
The scene where Yan Tingfeng wiped the blade just now reminded him of the Master of Shenxiao for no reason.
But the owner of Shenxiao is definitely not that weak.
After all, as a martial arts supreme, one must be physically strong.
After a long silence, Yan Tingfeng suddenly spoke again: "But you have no ill intentions towards her, so I won't do anything."
As long as he treats people well, he can be infinitely tolerant.
Xie Linyuan raised his eyebrows.
This guy is very interested in his junior sister.
But he still had to continue to observe and observe.
Xie Linyuan returned to Ye Banlan's room. He leaned against the window in silence and remained silent.
"Elder brother has been very silent since he came back from a trip." Ye Banlan put away the completed documents, "What troublesome things are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about Master Shenxiao." Xie Linyuan answered subconsciously, "His sword skills are indeed superb. If he hadn't had business in the building to deal with at that time and was in a hurry to leave, I'm afraid if the fight continued, I might not really be his. opponent."
Hearing this, Ye Banlan raised his eyebrows: "Thankfully you have fought against him, haven't you tried out his sword skills?"
This sentence made Xie Linyuan's expression pause. Three seconds later, he said in slight disbelief: "Nine Swords of Heaven?!"
"Yes." Ye Banlan said lazily, "He is Master's second disciple. After all, he is our fellow disciple. I will call him Second Senior Brother, and you will call him Second Junior Brother."
"I remembered..." Xie Linyuan was silent for a moment, "The old man seemed to really want to talk to me about this, but I ignored him."
Xie Leyou had many enemies in the world because of his sword training, which indirectly killed his mother.
Throughout his life, he never forgave Xie Leyou.
This is why he only dared to look at Lin Fanyin from a distance, but did not dare to get closer.
He was always afraid that he would follow the same path as his father.
It was not until many years after Xie Leyou passed away that he began to let go.
"Well, it's the Nine Swords of Heaven, but he changed it to sword skills." Ye Banlan nodded slightly, "He is indeed a martial arts wizard, and Brother Wang also admits this."
"So that's it." Xie Linyuan thought thoughtfully, "He is also proficient in the Nine Heavenly Swords. His improved sword skills can even break through the weaknesses of the Nine Heavenly Swords. No wonder I always feel like I am fighting against him when I fight him. The other fights against himself.”
Ye Banglan asked again: "Why did you suddenly think of the Master of Shenxiao?"
"I was wondering if, with his strength, he would not have died in that battle." Xie Linyuan said slowly, "His martial arts are unfathomable. The old man once said that he is the person most likely to break through the limits. ”
Ye Banlan's eyes changed slightly: "It's not impossible."
But even if the owner of Shenxiao is not dead, I am afraid he must have paid a heavy price.
"Little Junior Sister, others may not be able to find traces of them, but you are different." Xie Linyuan stared into her eyes, "You can resonate with those antiques and see the historical images of the past. As long as we can find more antiques, then we can unlock the whole truth of three hundred years ago.”
"I know." Ye Banlan said softly, "I will."
It's just an antique related to the owner of Shenxiao. What could it be?
Ye Banlan thought for a moment: "Tomorrow's shooting will be in Fengyuan, and the theme is still the Xiang family. Then I will have to ask senior brother to help me find antiques."
"It's a small thing." Xie Linyuan smiled lazily, "I think I'm in a good state now. Only you can see me, and it's much easier for me to do things."
He said and jumped up the window again: "It's getting late, I'm going to go outside for a walk. Junior sister, after you finish your work, go to bed early."
**
Nine o'clock in the evening, Hong Kong City, Kang's house.
"Old man, old lady." The young man, who was tired of work, bowed to an old couple in elegant and luxurious clothes on the sofa. "Come back?" Mr. Kang put down the newspaper, glanced behind him, and frowned, "You came back alone?"
"Sorry." The young man was very embarrassed. "I went to Fengyuan, took out the paternity test certificate, and stated all the conditions, but she didn't agree."
"Don't agree?" Mrs. Kang placed the tea cup heavily on the coffee table, "Why, she still doesn't think it's enough? She wants more."
The young man hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice: "She said she would not change her surname, but she could change the Kang family's surname to Ye."
"Crack!"
The tea cup suddenly cracked, and Mrs. Kang was furious: "This is unreasonable!"
The Kang family has been passed down for hundreds of years, so how can we change our surname just because of a junior?
As expected of Zhu Qingxian’s daughter, she is not a good person!
"Little girl, she is very ambitious, but I don't know if her strength is enough to support her ambition." Mr. Kang shook his head, "She wants to negotiate more conditions with us."
The young man was about to speak when the door was opened.
Butler Kang led a man in.
The man looks to be in his early thirties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looks mature and heavy.
The man is Kang Mufeng, the legitimate son of the Kang family, Zhu Qingxian's husband.
"Dad, Mom." He glanced at the living room, "What are you talking about? What little girl?"
"It's nothing." Mrs. Kang smiled and said, "A junior from another clan made a mistake and came to us for help. Your father and I are discussing how to solve it."
After Kang Mufeng heard this, he didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded and went upstairs.
The young man was stunned and asked in a low voice: "Old man, old lady, why don't you tell your husband about this?"
"Tell him what to do?" Mrs. Kang shook her head. "He and Zhu Qingxian are of the same mind. What will we do if we stop him? What's more important is that we haven't brought him back yet."
"The person must be brought back." Mr. Kang said calmly, "Shengyang said that the professors at China University are inviting her. She is very useful to the Kang family."
The young man sighed: "This person who turns the tide at night is very stubborn and hard-boned. I'm afraid it's hard to persuade him."
"If the bones are strong, then break them into pieces." Mr. Kang looked indifferently. "She won't come back because the conditions provided are not enough. First, use better conditions to lure her to Hong Kong City. After entering the Kang family, she can still Let her have the final say?”
Isn’t it easy to handle a little girl?
The young man bowed respectfully again: "I understand what you mean."
"Well, go ahead." Mr. Kang waved his hand, "It won't be too late to notify Mu Feng after they come back."
**
The next day, noon.
Producer Liu did not follow the group, but was receiving guests.
"Mr. Seck, I don't know about the previous matter, how are you handling it?" Producer Liu asked, "Is there any time for this show to be given to us on Global Center Station next year?"
"Old brother, it's not that I won't help you, but you should also clearly understand the status of China Film and Television today." Sike sighed, "I only said that if the recorder and performer of this show are People from the Starman Federation Empire, then the approval document from the Global Center will be issued soon."
Producer Liu's expression changed slightly.
He didn't agree with what he said, but he had to admit that it was true.
China’s culture is a world-class treasure, and many people are eyeing it.
But it is true that because civilization was almost extinct, the rise of culture was much slower.
There are many international film and television awards, but China has not even won a finalist award in recent years.
Of course, it is not all because of inferior strength, but also because of being squeezed out.
"Old brother, let me show you a clear path now." Sike lowered his voice, "If you really want the global broadcast rights and can let "Collection of China" be released in the Global Center, then give full management rights to the program. Leave it to Spencer Films at the Global Center, and they will definitely be able to open up the broadcast channels.”
"Impossible!" Producer Liu refused without thinking. His face turned red because of his excessive anger. "This is a program from China. It promotes China's history and culture. You asked me to If we hand over management rights, wouldn’t it be equivalent to handing over our history and culture?”
"Alas, but don't you want more people to see the program you produced?" Sike shook his head, "It doesn't matter who has the production and management rights of the program. Is it possible to give away the management rights? You guys Will our history and culture be stolen? No, believe me.”
Producer Liu fell silent.
"I have already told Spencer Films about this matter, and they are happy to see it happen." Sack added, "I have also brought the documents. As long as you sign your name, brother, they will definitely arrange the schedule. OK."
He thrust the pen into Producer Liu's hand.
Producer Liu's hand shook, but he finally raised it.
But at this moment, a hand held down his arm.
Ye Banglan said lightly: "We don't need it."
Which one will fall first, Sister Lan or Brother Yan?
Thank you all for your support, see you tomorrow~~
(End of this chapter)