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Chapter 363: The Treasure of the King of Chu [1 update]

It didn't just crack in the middle, but after cracking, it turned into powder in an instant, leaving no possibility of being pieced together and repaired.

Ye Wanlan's expression changed.

So far, the antiques she has encountered that allow her to look back into history are those like the Qingyun Pendant and the Yuluan Hairpin, which can communicate with her.

The second one was the imperial seal. Although it could not communicate with her, it turned into a force and entered her body.

This gold-inlaid iron belt hook is indeed an antique that can trace back history. It has been worn by the King of Chu since he was a child. How could it suddenly become like this?
Ye Wanlan stared blankly at the ball of powder in her palm, as if she had a premonition, and her heart seemed to be dug out by something. A cold wind blew in, making her feel very chilled.

Could it be that this means... King Xiang Qingtian of Chu has completely disappeared from the Shenzhou continent, and is no longer able to survive in the world in a strange state like Xie Linyuan?
Ye Wanlan closed her eyes and recalled her conversation with Ning Taizu.

That night, on the Fengyuan Pagoda, she asked Grandmaster Ning - why in this world, there are still antiques that can trace back history and communicate with her?

Ning Taizu was obviously a little surprised, but he just thought for a moment and answered: "The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things, but this kind of thing has gone beyond the laws of nature, so I'm afraid it can't exist for a long time."

"Since only you, Xiao Yongning, can hear their voices and see their history, someone must want you to know this. The more you know, the greater your chances of winning in the future."

Even though Emperor Ning had passed away six hundred years ago, he could have predicted that if the enemies from three hundred years ago failed the first time, they would definitely come back again.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes gradually became darker.

But who allowed her to see everything that happened three hundred years ago?
Taisu Sect? Penglai Mountain? Or Beiming Sect?
Only these three factions have the ability to cause such supernatural events.

But how could this person be sure that she would open her eyes again after three hundred years?

In this way, the gold-inlaid iron belt hook was only for her to see the history of the past, and when this task was completed, it "died".

As soon as Xie Linyuan came in, he saw Ye Wanlan staring at the powder in her hand. He frowned: "Junior sister, this..."

"It's Uncle Wang's relic." Ye Wanlan said in a low voice, "But it's broken. It's broken into pieces like this. I can't repair it."

"King of Chu?" Xie Linyuan was startled. "How could this be?"

Ye Wanlan shook his head slightly: "Perhaps it's because the spiritual power of the gold-inlaid iron belt hook has been exhausted in the past three hundred years. After I finished reading the retrospective history, it couldn't hold on any longer. Or it could be..."

Her uncle, King Xiang Qingtian of Chu, one of the four royal dukes, would never come back.

Once dead, there is no resurrection.

But the appearance of Xie Linyuan gave her a little more hope.

Xie Linyuan also fell silent. After a while, he bent down slightly and said softly, "Junior Sister, you don't need to feel burdened. I don't know what the King of Chu thinks, but at least I will be happy when I die."

Although there are regrets, I never regret.

Unfortunately, he was ultimately unable to stop the foreign enemies who trampled upon the Shenzhou continent, but he did not regret that he died for Shenzhou.

This is something to be proud of.

This is what a great hero should be like.

"Uncle Wang has fought in battles all his life. It is his wish and his greatest honor to die on the battlefield." Ye Wanlan smiled silently, "He has been thinking this way for a long, long time."

"That's enough." Xie Linyuan also laughed, "Grandmaster said that you have too much pressure on you. You take all the things and responsibilities on yourself, so how can it not be too much?"

Ye Wanlan was silent for a moment, then put the powder in his hand into a box.

Even though this gold-inlaid iron belt hook has become like this and has no historical value, it is still a relic of her relatives and she will keep it well.

"Big Brother, I want to be alone for a while." Ye Wanlan sighed softly, "Go out for a walk."

Xie Linyuan also knew that she had just finished watching the historical review and was in a very low mood at the moment: "Okay, you take a rest. Call me if you need anything. I'm always here."

Ye Wanlan was the only one left in the room again, lying on the bed with her clothes on.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, all she saw was the King of Chu covered in blood.

Shenzhou Wanxing.

At this moment, she finally understood why Xiang Qingtian asked her to write these four words after learning that she had become an apprentice.

The King of Chu was a great hero, but he was also the defender of China.

In a daze, she seemed to see the King of Chu who denounced Ning Zhaozong in the court, and her uncle who painted a cat face on her while she was sleeping.

The dream came and Ye Wanlan fell into a deep sleep.

**
The next day, in the morning.

"Miss Ye hasn't woken up yet?" The director was a little worried. "She has slept for a whole day and night. Is she really okay?" Yan Tingfeng shook his head slightly. "Maybe Xiao Wan has been on edge all this time, dealing with events at a high intensity, and is too tired. If you have anything to say, you can tell me."

"Mr. Yan, to be honest." The director sighed, "I originally thought that the filming of "Collection of Shenzhou" would be very smooth, because I originally thought that it would only be a simple historical film. However, after being in contact with Miss Ye and several professors for so long, I found that history is not as simple as I imagined."

History is profound and cannot be summarized in a few words in history books.

Yan Tingfeng listened with a smile but did not respond.

"The history of the fall of the Ning Dynasty is still blank," said the director. "Although many movies and TV series have been made about it, they are all fabricated. We cannot do that. We must respect history."

Since the filming began, the production crew has at least confirmed that Tianyinfang Master Lin Fanyin and Sword Saint Xie Linyuan are childhood sweethearts with a deep relationship.

"Yeah." Yan Tingfeng said calmly, "Blank is right. It's impossible for anyone who really experienced that war to still be alive."

except him.

But even he was only barely surviving.

With a creaky sound, the wooden door was pushed open and Ye Wanlan walked out.

"Xiao Wan?" Yan Tingfeng turned his head, smiling, "How was your rest? A day and a night have passed, so you should eat something to replenish your energy."

Ye Wanlan nodded and sat down at the table.

Seeing that she looked normal, the director felt relieved.

"The gold-inlaid iron belt hook you bought yesterday turned into powder before I had the chance to examine it carefully." Ye Wanlan was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry you spent so much money."

Yan Tingfeng didn't seem to care: "What you want has nothing to do with the amount of money."

"What?" The director was furious. "That vendor is really a liar. He even dared to ask for two hundred thousand."

"He's a liar, but he really doesn't know anything." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "A gold-inlaid iron belt hook from the Ning Dynasty can only be owned by a royal family. If it is put on auction, the market price will start at at least seven figures."

Needless to say, since it is the relic of the King of Chu, the price will be ten times higher.

"Miss Ye, we filmed quite a few scenes yesterday." The director said with a smile, "Guess what, by coincidence, the village we are staying in is where the King of Chu once lived."

The Prince of Chu's Palace was already very simple, but Xiang Qingtian spent even less time there. Most of the time, he lived with his soldiers.

Ye Wanlan's eyelashes twitched slightly.

Yesterday she was so busy analyzing the doubts in history that she did not pay attention to the appearance of the village. Now looking at the terrain, it is indeed very similar to the place where Xiang Qingtian lived in the historical flashbacks.

But in the Prince of Chu's Palace, she did not see the painting "Shenzhou Wanxing" that she had written.

perhaps……

"Director, I'm done eating." Ye Wanlan stood up, "Let's get straight to today's filming."

The director was stunned for a moment: "Okay, no problem!"

The whole village has simple folk customs and seems out of place in the modern big city.

The two veteran actors Shen Yeqiu and Xu Qingyu have changed into ancient costumes and blended into the landscape.

"When I get old, I will come to southern Xinjiang to recuperate." Shen Yeqiu waved his fan, "This place is beautiful with green mountains and clear waters, it's really nice."

Xingyue cracked melon seeds and said, "That's now. Before, the ground was full of snakes and insects, and the air was full of filth. If it weren't for Princess Yongning who improved the soil here, we wouldn't have been able to survive."

The life span of soldiers in southern Xinjiang was also extremely short due to this reason.

Ye Wanlan was observing his surroundings carefully, as if thinking about something.

Given Xiang Qingtian's personality, where would he put his valuables before the war comes?

"This is the sacred tree of the village," the tour guide said. "Every day many villagers come to worship it. This tree was planted by the King of Chu himself. It is already 300 years old."

Ye Wanlan's eyes moved: "Sacred tree?"

"Xiao Yongning, Uncle Wang is going to tell you a secret, but you must not tell anyone." Xiang Qingtian was drunk and said drunkenly, "I have planted a tree. If you walk a few meters east around the tree, you can get Uncle Wang's treasure."

But at that time, she did not take the King of Chu's words seriously. After all, he liked to tell nonsense to tease her every day.

But now?
Ye Wanlan began to walk around the tree according to the method that the King of Chu taught her in her memory.

"Click!"

Good morning~~~
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