The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 611 When the broken mirror is mended, ya la suo~~~
Shen Le sat upright in front of the half-bronze mirror. She regulated her breathing, concentrated her mind, until she was free of thought and desire. Then, she began the action—

Draw a square with your left hand and a circle with your right!
No, I reached out with my left hand to a bronze ingot beside me and summoned the metal element from the bronze ingot, which was made of the same material as the bronze mirror, and slowly poured it into the bronze mirror.
With his right hand gently stroking the mirror, he used a cleaning technique to remove the demonic aura that was deeply hidden within the bronze mirror and had almost become one with it.

At the same time, his mind was still immersed in the bronze mirror, connecting with that tiny, weak spark of spirituality, like protecting a newly ignited flame, neither letting it be blown out by the wind nor extinguished by the added fuel...

With such a multitasking effort, Shen Le's forehead soon became covered in fine beads of sweat.

It didn't matter if I made a hundred mistakes before. A hundred mistakes were just practice pieces given to me by the Special Affairs Bureau. I didn't care if I broke them. I just kept asking them for more.
Now, let alone making a single mistake, even the slightest oversight will prevent the bronze mirror's spiritual growth from being perfect.

This is my own property. If it's wrong, the loss is my own!

Shen Le had no choice but to control the infusion of spiritual energy and the expulsion of demonic energy, one advancing and the other retreating, in a seamless manner, without any gaps or mixing.

At the same time, the spirituality of the bronze mirror itself grows naturally little by little, gradually connecting with the spiritual power of the metal element, using pure and clear spiritual power as nourishment to continuously enrich itself.

The tiny half-bronze mirror, with its receding demonic aura and filling in spiritual energy, moved slowly forward from left to right with an accuracy as fine as a hair:

The tangled and twisted patterns on the edge of the bronze mirror are visible;
A line of beautiful and dignified inscription appears: "Light is like a stretch of water, reflecting the people on both sides";
The winding, curling grapevines are revealed, along with the gracefully unfolding grape leaves on the vines and the bunches of grapes hidden beneath the leaves;
The painting depicts two magnificent horses with flowing manes and bulging muscles, as if they have heard their master's command on the battlefield, raising their heads, raising their hooves, and galloping with all their might...

As Shen Le continued his restoration efforts, the half of the bronze mirror seemed to be touched by an invisible hand, awakening from the passage of time and regaining its original brilliance.

"Ah...you're so beautiful..."

With a soft, ringing sound, the bronze mirror awoke from its thousand-year slumber. Shen Le held the mirror in both hands, his fingertips brushing its surface, and murmured in admiration:
“These lines…the patterns…the inscriptions…”

Every turn, every pattern, is breathtakingly beautiful, allowing one to look back at the splendor of the Tang Dynasty through these designs.

Unlike the bronze mirrors in the museum's collection today, those bronze mirrors have endured thousands of years of burial and corrosion.

This bronze mirror, with its clear patterns and elegant inscriptions, looks as if it were newly cast.

Even if it wasn't newly cast, it was still meticulously polished and cleaned by a master craftsman until the family was completely satisfied, to the point that they were not only willing to pay the money, but even willing to give extra tips.

Meanwhile, Shen Le repeatedly stroked the back of the bronze mirror, his heart filled with longing.

The broken surface of this bronze mirror is very smooth and slightly curved to one side, most likely it was deliberately severed in two by a divine weapon.

"The light is like a stretch of water, reflecting the people on both sides." Looking at this inscription, isn't it just that each side holds half of the light, gazing at each other from opposite sides?

When you look down at the mirror, it's as if you see my no longer radiant appearance;
When I look down in the mirror, I seem to see your face, aged by the desert winds and sand.

Regardless, with one half in your hands and the other half in mine, there will always be a day when the broken mirror is mended, and there will always be a glimmer of hope that allows both of us to look forward to the day we can reunite...

So, where is your other half?

Shen Le turned the bronze mirror over and looked down at its surface. Although he hadn't deliberately polished it, the mirror, having absorbed enough metal elemental energy, radiated a brilliant light, reflecting his contemplative eyes.

And the more you look, the longer you look, the more it seems you can see through the mirror, all the way to the deepest, farthest reaches, and into another time...

There are only two areas that are not fully repaired. One is that no matter how much metal elemental energy this bronze mirror absorbs, it is only a semicircle; the other half has not grown back.
Another feature is that there are four small holes drilled on the surface of this half-bronze mirror, and the edges are smooth, as if it has been rubbed by something over the years.

Shen Le guessed that it had probably been made into a breastplate, attached between the armor plates on the chest to protect its owner from fatal attacks.

Therefore, even though it had obtained enough energy and matter, it still hadn't filled in the four small holes, remaining as it was when it separated from the armor.

"Does your other half still exist? Can you feel it? Can you—point me in the right direction and let me bring it back?"

Shen Le stroked the edge of the bronze mirror and asked in a low voice. The bronze mirror emitted a soft buzzing sound, as if it wanted to say something, as if it was resonating with its distant counterpart;
However, when Shen Le held it in both hands, channeled the heat into it, and concentrated on sensing it, he couldn't perceive a thing.

Surely it can't be that we lack spirituality?
It can only buzz, it can't speak, it can't sense anything?

Your predecessors, those shoulder-shaped turquoise enthusiasts, were so picky about turquoise that they went all the way to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau!
Even though that Mo Dao (陌刀) is reduced to just a few fragments, less than a tenth of its original weight, it still insists on using the best steel to forge its body!

Are you too spiritually weak, or is it because you only have half left, and your mouth is on the other half?

Shen Le held half of the bronze mirror in both hands, repeatedly channeling hot current back and forth. He swirled and impacted it, cleaning every part that could be cleaned, but still couldn't get any reaction.

After thinking for a moment, he could only sigh, stand up, and start braiding the leather cord again:

This bronze mirror, left here alone, can't give it any feedback. But if you put it on the armor and give it the support of the entire armor, it should be able to tell you something!
Before it, several parts of the armored vehicle obtained crucial information using this method!

Shen Le's fingers flew as she diligently cut leather, braided leather ropes, threaded ropes, and adjusted knots.

After a busy hour, I finally attached the bronze mirror to the armor. When I tried to input the heat, something felt off; the flow of the heat was strange, always seeming to be blocked.

I took it off again, adjusted it, and re-tied it, but it still didn't work, so I re-tied it again...

"So...it should be all better now, right?"

After five or six adjustments, the heat finally flowed in smoothly. Shen Le sighed with relief, channeling a large amount of heat into his body, feeling the stirrings of life within him, and sensing the gentle hum of the armor as if it wanted to say something to him…

What are you saying...

What are you saying...

talk……

"Say what you have to say!"

Shen Le angrily slammed the table. Smashing the armor was out of the question; he couldn't bear to scratch something he'd painstakingly repaired.
There was no other way but to change into long sleeves and trousers, then put on armor, a helmet, and those cleaned but still sweaty black leather boots. He held a long sword in one hand and a spear in the other.
"Come!"

"I'm fully armed!"

"The resonance is at its maximum! Say what you want to say, I'll always hear you!!!"

This time it seemed a little better. Shen Le lowered his eyes slightly, focused his mind, and listened to the resonance of these armors and weapons, as if he really heard something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

He tried to enter a meditative state, failed, and tried again. The resonance between the armor and weapons seemed much lighter, more distant, and increasingly inaudible...

"Could you speak louder?!"

Shen Le couldn't help but shout. As if in response to his urging, a cold light flashed at the tip of the spear, its red tassel bristling, and it struck Shen Le's face directly;
On both shoulders, two lions perched on the shoulder blades roared simultaneously.

As for the broadsword that Shen Le was leaning on with his right hand, it trembled violently, and the tip of the blade slipped to the side, almost... "You almost cut my leg off?! You have a problem with me, but you don't have to do this!"

Fortunately, after this ordeal, Shen Le finally sensed the direction of the resonance. It wasn't clear enough, he thought. This thing is different from before; I can't rely on meditation to find the direction. I need to get moving!
The greater the amount of exercise, the louder and clearer its resonance—or rather, the sound it produces!
Shen Le picked up the spear, put it down, then straightened the handle of the long sword, and put it down again.

After doing this several times, he finally went back and found a rope, tied the spear horizontally and vertically, and carried it on his back.
Then, holding the knife in both hands, he walked slowly and deliberately to the center of the courtyard. He lowered his stance, let out a loud shout, and began to wield his sword!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!!!"

The first roar caused the breeze blowing through the courtyard to swirl, swirling up a camphor leaf that had just drifted over and carrying it far over the courtyard wall.

With the second roar, several windows slammed shut. The little ones hid behind the windows, cautiously peering at Shen Le through the cracks, trembling with fear.
With a third roar, a clear cry rang out, and the old fish spread its wings and soared straight into the sky, its feathers bristling as it dared not look back…

Boss, I haven't done anything wrong lately!

Boss, why are you so murderous...?

Shen Le, however, had no energy left to pay attention to these things. The Mo Dao seemed to possess a special charm; once in hand, one couldn't help but devote all their energy to it.

Even if it's just a swing in a small courtyard in Jiangnan, a single swipe of the sword seems to bring the dust and smoke of the northern desert to one's face, carrying a strong aura of iron and blood.

As Shen Le stepped forward, swung his sword, swung his sword, and stepped forward again, circling the courtyard once, suddenly, he pushed off the ground, turned, twisted his waist, and swung his arm—

A bright beam of light shot through the air and soared into the sky!
"Holy crap!!!"

Old You couldn't dodge in time and was swept past by this condensed blade of light, which shaved off two of his long wing tips, leaving him speechless with grief.

I've already hidden hundreds of meters away!
I didn't even fly around the Nanhua Street area!
And you still managed to cut off my feathers! Boss, I didn't do anything to you!

Now that all those beautiful feathers have been removed, how am I supposed to attract girls?!
Forget it, I'm outta here. Anyway, it wasn't anything particularly urgent that I came to see the boss. I'll distance myself and call him later…

Old You spread his wings and flew away, determined not to appear in front of Shen Le for at least six months, or until the boss had mastered the armor and the long sword—whichever came first.

Shen Le remained oblivious to this. He gripped the knife with both hands and slowly raised his head. He sensed it—

Just now, he felt it when that last slash was swung out!
In that direction, the other half of the bronze mirror, or rather, the last part of the entire suit of armor, was there, beckoning him to come over!
"Xiao Ling, Zheng Mo, Qing Deng!" Shen Le leaped up and strode inside, almost causing the tip of his Mo Dao to carve a large groove in the door frame.
"Orchid makeup, wedding dress..."

He called out each of the little ones who usually liked to go out with him, one by one:
"Pack your things! Come with me! We're bringing our new friend home!"

Let's go! Let's go!

[Going out to play again!]

[Go out for a stroll, come back and perform on stage with even more passion and creativity!]

Where is the boss going this time? What do we need to prepare?

The little ones asked questions in a chaotic cacophony. Shen Le suddenly paused:

where to go?
Where is our destination this time?

He had only sensed one direction beforehand and couldn't be sure how far it would take.

Or rather, he could only determine his direction by standing on the ground and relying on the armor's sensors.

Just ask him to draw a line on a map, or ask him to open his phone's map app and find his location, and he'll be done for...

"Um, wait a minute, let me feel it a bit more..."

Shen Le hesitated, then stopped. He paused, retreated into the courtyard, raised his long sword, and gestured, searching for the direction from which the blade resonated—

After a long while, I finally found it. I quickly laid the Mo Dao flat on the ground, stretched a string from the tip of the blade to the end of the handle.

Next, open the phone's compass and align the phone's orientation precisely with that line to determine the direction he wants to depart from, and exactly how many degrees it has deviated from...

"The direction has been determined!"

Shen Le jumped up quickly. He opened the map, attached the protractor, and drew a long diagonal line starting from Zhuxi Town.

As for how far this line extends...

Shen Le stared intently at the red line on the screen, his face filled with disbelief:

"No way... The remaining half of the bronze mirror, if it's not in Chang'an, it should at least be in Luoyang, or even in the Central Plains!"

What the hell is this about running southwest? The furthest point in that direction is the Himalayas!!!

Could I be mistaken?

Shen Le was hesitant to believe it, and unwilling to believe it.

Alas, without the help of copper plates, compasses, and scrolls for positioning, it's so inconvenient; my method of positioning by holding a knife is too crude...

Fortunately, Yun Kun was still participating in experiments in the Gobi Desert in Northwest China and did not go to sea to carry out missions, nor did it plunge into the sea and disappear without a trace, leaving its own family with no idea where it went.

Shen Le borrowed a scroll and a compass from him, traversed the earth's veins several times, and determined the direction several times. Then he asked the Special Affairs Bureau to find someone to help pinpoint the location.

The Earth is a great circle, and the lines drawn from it are too long; it's not something a layman can figure out just by working on paper.

As the lines intersected, Shen Le's mouth slowly opened wide:

"What?"

I've returned to LS, I've returned to the Potala Palace...

So, we have to sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" again?

(End of this chapter)