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Chapter 395 Who is Yan Tingfeng? [1 update]

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

But he searched for a long time and found no trace of the right symbol.

He had thought that the Right Talisman might have been looted by the people of the Northern Land three hundred years ago, but he certainly didn't expect it to be in such a counterfeit market.

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

Yan Tingfeng came back to his senses, raised his hand, and gently stroked the Shen Ce Right Talisman in Ye Wanlan's palm. After a pause, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Wanlan, the Shen Ce Left Talisman is with me."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Wanlan and Xiang Shaoyu's eyes were focused on Yan Tingfeng.

"Here you are?" Xiang Shaoyu's tone suddenly rose, "Why didn't you tell me before?!"

"Why do you want to tell me?" Yan Tingfeng said slowly, "You didn't ask me."

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

Although the Shen Ce Tiger Tally was jointly created by the Shen Ce Army and the Xiang royal family, it can also be considered a relic of the Xiang royal family.

Of course he would collect them all.

"That's good." Ye Wanlan breathed a sigh of relief. "When we return to Shenzhou, we'll put the left and right symbols together."

"Yes." Yan Tingfeng nodded gently, "If Xiao Wan is in a hurry, I'll ask Binghe and the others to send her over now."

"No hurry, safety is important." Ye Wanlan shook his head, "I'd rather go back to Shenzhou so I can rest assured."

Qingyun Pei cheered: "That's all right now. When the left symbol and the right symbol become one, you will definitely be able to remember the past."

Shen Ce Hu Fu sobbed: "Thank you, Xiao Qingyun."

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

Shen Ce Hu Fu just kept crying and wouldn't stop no matter how much people tried to persuade him.

"Okay, shut up now." Yu Luan Zan said unhappily, "Although you and I haven't seen the sun for hundreds of years, we are still in Shenzhou. What about it? It has been tormented in a foreign country for hundreds of years. It's a good thing for it to cry out its bad emotions."

Qing Yunpei snorted twice: "You know a lot."

"This is all what Ayin taught me." Yu Luan Zan was very proud, "Ayin always likes to take care of others, so naturally she can also see what others are thinking."

"The banquet will be at 7 o'clock tonight, which is still a few hours away." Yan Tingfeng stretched out his hand and tidied Ye Wanlan's hair, and said softly, "Xiao Wanlan, take a rest first, and then we will set off."

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

He actually learned the traditional tea-making technique after he woke up.

After waking up, he knew that because of the war, he had too much murderous intent in him, so he went to find a senior monk to learn how to calm himself.

So he also got used to making tea.

Xiang Shaoyu walked around Yan Tingfeng and said, "I think something is wrong."

Yan Tingfeng was calm and composed, still brewing tea with his bare hands: "What's wrong?"

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

Yan Tingfeng raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "That makes sense, go on."

"Although Marshal Huo's body has not been found yet, it is certain that he must have died in Southern Xinjiang." Xiang Shaoyu continued to analyze, "The Southern Ming Principality is south of Shenzhou, just like the Northern Continent, but they entered Shenzhou from Southern Xinjiang and looted a lot of cultural relics and antiques, so-"

Yan Tingfeng's eyes were filled with smiles, and his gaze encouraged him to continue: "So?"

"So the Left Shen Ce Talisman was either buried with Marshal Huo, or it was taken away by the bandits of the Southern Ming Principality." Xiang Shaoyu stared at Yan Tingfeng's eyes closely, "If Brother Yan finds the Left Shen Ce Talisman, he should also be able to find out where Marshal Huo is buried."

"As expected of the young master of the Xiang family." Yan Tingfeng's eyebrows curved and he spoke lightly, "The prince of the Beijing circle."

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

"I'm praising you for your intelligence and resourcefulness." Yan Tingfeng smiled, "Your analysis is logical and there is really nothing wrong with it."

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 based on established facts, because under the great cause, there is also small love.

Yan Tingfeng's thoughts returned to that tragic war.

When Shen Ce died, it meant that the first line of defense of the martial arts world had been completely breached.

At this time, even the Taiyi doctors and Taisu fortune tellers who were not good at fighting had to rush to the battlefield.

A part of 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 Zuo Fu is very precious and should be given to someone who can use it.

Perhaps at that time, Shui Yunqing had not thought that even the Lord of Shenxiao Tower, who was known as the "number one person 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 has not done that he promised Shui Yunqing.

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

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

Xiang Shaoyu fell silent for a while, then he sighed: "Okay, if you don't want to talk about it, then I won't talk about it."

He took the cup of tea and drank it slowly, but the doubts in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

After returning to Yunjing, he will definitely go to the Rong family to find out everything.

**
At 6:30 in the evening, Matvey sent someone to pick up Xiang Shaoyu.

"Master Shao Yu, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still as charming as ever." He smiled, but his attitude was not respectful at all. "You don't know that I have paid too much to connect you."

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

"Master Shao Yu has misunderstood. It's just that before the banquet begins, we need a shooting match to set the mood." Matvey's eyes fell on Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng. "I wonder which of your men will come first?"

He naturally regarded Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng as Xiang Shaoyu's servants, but he sighed that the servants this time were all very good-looking and had outstanding temperament.

"What shooting?" Xiang Shaoyu's voice sank. "Stop being a riddle teller here. Just say what you want to say."

"Master Shaoyu has been to Beilu several times, how come you still don't know the rules here?" Matvey smiled, "Shooting is the most common game at banquets, just like the pitching pots in Shenzhou."

Xiang Shaoyu's expression turned cold: "We don't have any rules that require blood to be shed after the game of pot tossing."

Of course he knew that there was such a rule in Hokuriku, but it was very cruel.

"So wherever this person is, he must abide by the rules there." Matvey smiled. "Master Shaoyu, don't forget that your purpose this time is to meet Mr. Sergei and exchange the antiques you like."

A hint of anger appeared in Xiang Shaoyu's eyes: "Matvey, you——"

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

Matvey glanced at Ye Wanlan with a hint of contempt: "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 scores until only two people are left."

"The two of them will continue to compete, and the final winner will be decided by ten shots. The winner will be lucky enough to be received by His Majesty."

Ye Wanlan said calmly: "You haven't mentioned the most crucial 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 loser was already buried in the cemetery."

This is a game for the rich and powerful.

They only care about the entertainment value of the game and don't care about human life. Instead, blood makes them more excited.

"It seems that Shenzhou has become 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 attend today's banquet."

Good morning~~
In the new week, I will continue to ask for a wave of monthly tickets from Sister Lan and Brother Yan at the end of the month.