The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 754 Ancestor, you can go wherever you want, just don't cause trouble at this critical juncture!
Shen Le slowly opened her eyes and got up from the table. On the table, the pottery blocks, glued together and already resembling a house, reflected a warm, soft light;

On the table, various scanners, adhesives, and molds were neatly arranged, creating a sense of order amidst the chaos.

Outside the window, birds chirped, their calls both long and short, while music played by shopkeepers to attract customers drifted in on the breeze, penetrating the three layers of glass and stirring up a lively, bustling atmosphere inside the room.

This scene feels like a lifetime ago.

No, it really is like a lifetime ago. Shen Le stared blankly for a while before throwing herself in front of the computer and frantically typing:
Wuqiu Jian's Commemorative Stele!

This is an inscription carved on a stone tablet by Wuqiu Jian, a general of Cao Wei during the Three Kingdoms period, to commemorate his victory in the campaign against Goguryeo.

Now only a 39-centimeter-long, crooked fragment of the stele remains, with 7 lines and 50 characters remaining. The other characters were added by later generations, such as Mr. Wang Guowei, but there is still much content that cannot be fully supplemented.

Fortunately, when he ran over, he was still able to see the whole book, standing there intact!
Cao Pi's "Discourse on Classics"!
This document was lost to later generations, with only the chapter "On Literature" remaining in the "Selections of Refined Literature." However, when Shen Le arrived, the entire document was still there, engraved in its original form on a stone tablet outside the Imperial Academy in Luoyang!

By the way, he found "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu, and although it took some effort, he also found Hua Tuo's "The Book of Green Bag".

As for the remaining contents of the Xiping Stone Classics, the inscriptions that had not yet disappeared, along with the "Discourses on Classics," remained outside the Imperial Academy in Luoyang, requiring only some copying, rubbing, and memorization by Shen Le...

Yes, Shen Le passed down in his family the skills of porcelain making, shipbuilding, manufacturing and using simple compasses, sextants, and star charts, as well as simple salt-making techniques.

As the family prospers, the next step will be to rely on time and the efforts of each generation to reproduce and accumulate population. Without enough people, no amount of wealth can be preserved…

So, Shen Le once again began to let loose. Using the excuse that "the ancestor appeared to me in a dream, instructing me to travel north to study immortal arts," he transferred the position of thief catcher to his younger brother and escaped.

I went to Luoyang, to Chang'an, and further north, to seek out and document the flourishing culture of this era. The only regret was not being able to visit Ma Jun's residence or speak with him face-to-face.

While Cao Wei didn't particularly value this master craftsman, it was probably not someone just anyone could meet. And Shen Le's identity couldn't be made public, preventing him from obtaining an official position within Cao Wei...

Therefore, Ma Jun's improved Zhuge Repeating Crossbow and the like had to be abandoned. Shen Le wandered around Cao Wei, going through several rounds of trouble, and only managed to copy the inscriptions on the steles at the entrance of the Imperial Academy.

Damn Cao Wei! They deserved to die! After Cao Cao died, even the meritocratic system was abolished; all avenues for advancement were blocked…

After seven or eight rounds of trouble, Shen Le's final achievement was simply to make it to the execution ground and listen to a rendition of "Guangling San".

It's a great pity that although he memorized most of it, he couldn't guarantee that what he copied down afterward was the complete score—after all, he couldn't just frantically copy down a piece of music on the spot at the execution ground...

Shen Le frantically typed for a month, copying all the notes he had made during his travels in ancient times, and then packed them up and threw them to the Special Affairs Bureau.

As for the origin of these items, how to get them to the scholars at various universities, how to convince those senior professors, whether to forge or create fake stone tablets or bamboo slips, and then pretend they were dug up from somewhere...

These are problems the Special Affairs Bureau needs to worry about; Shen Le has no intention of bothering with them. He rested his hands behind his head, comfortably reclining on the sofa, listening to Luo Qun playing the piano in front of him.

The piece she played was naturally Guangling San, which Shen Le had memorized. Her silk skirt fluttered, her sleeves danced lightly, and the strings of the zither in front of her moved automatically, sinking in one by one without any wind.

The clanging sounds filled the room with the clashing of weapons, stirring the heart and making one yearn to rise up, brandish a sword, and perform a sword dance on the spot.

The sound of tiny feet tapping on the wooden board on the table was Xiao Ling already dancing to the music, seemingly preparing to choreograph and create her own dance to the accompaniment of the piano...

"So you didn't get any cultivation techniques this time?"

Gu Yulin sat on the single sofa next to him, holding his laptop, opening each directory and looking through each document one by one.

Read one, be disappointed; read another, be disappointed again.
These things are useless to the Special Affairs Bureau!
It cannot be given to the personnel involved in the operation for study, nor can it be given to the various cultivation sects; they should be left to find a way to exchange for it!
These are all ancient books of purely cultural significance; their main purpose is to be packaged and distributed to various universities across China.

Explaining the source remains a problem. Shen Le clearly doesn't want to put his mind to it, nor does he want to reveal his identity to endorse these discoveries...

Well, it seems that Shen Le's mentor once earnestly advised him to find a way to bring back some ancient books, or else just give them to the old man...

"No." A short section of "Guangling San" had been played, transitioning from intense to subtle. Shen Le rolled over on the sofa, lying on her side and resting her head on the armrest.

"The timing is not right. Ge Xuan has either passed away or ascended to immortality. I can't find any trace of him, nor can I find the cave where he cultivated."

Ge Hong was too late; he wasn't even born yet. Next time, maybe with a bit of luck, we'll make some discoveries…”

Gu Yulin shook his head, not wanting to speak. Shen Le rolled over again, spreading her limbs out:

"Finding things in ancient times was incredibly difficult. Without magic, it was even harder on foot. You have no idea where I went the furthest this time..."

"where?"

"I ran off to Mount Langjuxu..."

Shen Le's face was filled with unbearable sorrow. The sealing of the wolf's lair and the inscription on the Yanran Mountain were among the highest military achievements in Chinese history, and he genuinely wanted to see the inscription on the mountain with his own eyes—

What did you say? A modern-day Mongolia has been discovered?

Please, after two thousand years of wind and rain, two thousand years of erosion, even if the inscription were still there, it would be long gone.

To be able to see it during the Three Kingdoms period is such a stroke of luck. He was determined to memorize the inscription, make rubbings of it, and trace it hundreds of times until he returned to modern times and could write it with a single stroke...

Unfortunately, Shen Le spent three or four years wandering around Langjuxu Mountain, until his lifespan was almost exhausted and he could no longer climb the mountain, but he still couldn't find where the stone was carved.

It was supposed to be the current Kent Mountains, wasn't it?
We agreed that it would be located east of Ulaanbaatar.

Logically speaking, this stone is so famous that he should be able to see its sharp and fierce light just by observing the aura. There is no reason why he could not find it even after searching all over the mountains!
Or did he go to the wrong mountain?
"Forget it, don't think about it so much." Gu Yulin could only comfort him.

"When you have time, go to the modern-day Khentii Mountains and look at that inscription—it's said they found it in Mongolia, but I don't know if that's true. Make a note of the location of the mountains and rivers, and go there again when you have time. If you think it's not it, it's easier to search in modern times than in ancient times, right?"

In any case, in modern times, we can take airplanes, drive cars, and even use magic to travel around—saving time on the road!
With things having come to this, Shen Le had no choice but to nod. He handed over all the documents, stroked the pottery shards he had collected a few times, and then immersed himself in meditation.

By stirring the resonance within these pottery pieces, they attempted to locate the remaining companions, to find where they should be. Searching and searching, the gleaming spots on the bronze plate all pointed to Yizhou—

"So when can I go there?" he asked Gu Yulin earnestly, partly hoping that Gu Yulin would help him apply, and partly hoping that the Special Affairs Bureau would intervene so that his journey to find the things would be smoother.

After all, although the other side of the strait isn't far—he could use the ley lines to get there or have Yun Kun help deliver the items—he didn't know how long it would take to gather everything...

If we can get what he wants easily, without alerting the authorities or causing any trouble, that would be ideal.

He's not afraid of things going wrong, but he doesn't want his own people to cause trouble. It's best to communicate beforehand if possible.

"No! No, not lately!" Gu Yulin jumped up, his movement so big that Xiao Ling, who was jumping around on the table next to him, lost her footing and almost grabbed the corner of the table.

Ignoring Xiaoling's angry glare, he flicked the silk thread in his hand, intending to hit her, and turned directly to Shen Le, his expression serious and urgent:

"Don't do it this month! You know we have a big event. Please bear with it for now until it ends! We'll try to get you a spot so you can see what it's like here."

Shen Le was instantly tempted. Watching live, although theoretically the view wasn't that great, was still better than comfortably watching TV at home, with hundreds or even thousands of CCTV staff and countless cameras to provide the best possible experience.

But that was the scene!

It was on the scene, with the sound of marching echoing across the square, and the stirring strains of "The March of the Steel Torrent" playing as a massive torrent of tanks surged forth!
Besides, the footage on TV can be replayed, but the live event only happened once...

"Oh...wouldn't this be too much trouble for you..."

"We'll try our best! Honestly, the spots for those going to the event have already been filled, but your contribution has been significant, so we can give it a shot... Don't wander off! Please don't wander off!!!"

With such tempting bait dangling in his mouth, Shen Le indeed agreed not to run around recklessly for the time being, at least not to cause trouble on the other side of the strait. Of course, while he couldn't go to the other side of the strait, other places were still possible:
There's still a month left, perfect timing to go find Langjuxu Mountain and look for that stone tablet!

At least remember the shape of the mountains and the flow of water. That way, next time the pottery blocks bring the memories back to you, you can go and remember the inscriptions with your own eyes!
"Okay... go ahead... remember to come back on time, otherwise it won't look good to have an empty seat in the venue..."

Hearing that he was heading north again, Gu Yulin waved weakly, no longer wanting to speak. Shen Le happily packed her belongings and the children, then said goodbye and left.
There are direct flights from Shanghai to Ulaanbaatar, and buying tickets is very convenient!

However, once he got off the plane, rented a car to the foot of the mountain, and started climbing up the mountain like any other backpacker, he didn't find it convenient at all.

This mountain range stretches for 250 kilometers!
That's a full 500 li!

"Looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," so how long would it take to climb one mountain after another?
Shen Le didn't know. He only knew that it would definitely take a month to climb down; he would have to use magic. But before that, he had to climb it himself first—

Even without using magic or having a proper road, he managed to climb to the top of the 2000-meter-high mountain in a single day.

Standing on the mountain ridge, facing the biting cold wind, and gazing at the endless, vast mountains before him, Shen Le felt an indescribable surge of emotion.

Is this ancient land, this majestic mountain, the place where Huo Qubing's horse once trod?

In the fierce winds of the grasslands, do the glory and dreams of the Han people over the past thousand years still echo?
If... if only I could see it with my own eyes...

He tightened his backpack and looked around. Dusk was falling, and mist was drifting, revealing no trace of military activity or anything related to the Han dynasty.

Looks like we've got a lot to look for. Starting tomorrow, we'll follow the clues the teacher gave us and search one by one!
The 500-mile mountain range, after numerous excavations by archaeological experts, has yielded many cultural traces from the Han Dynasty. Irregular stone piles and Han Dynasty bronze arrowheads all point to the direction of the people's activities.

Shen Le went to each of the locations where things had been unearthed, as his mentor had compiled a list for him, but the more he went, the more disappointed he became.
Those things were too scattered, and the aura emanating from them was too faint; they were almost imperceptible. One day, two days, five days, ten days…

No, still no, still no!

Shen Le gradually began to get anxious. He finally sank into the ground, using the power of the earth's veins to quickly travel through the mountains.

Upon reaching a mountain peak, one's divine sense, like a fine net, sweeps across possible cliff faces and any structures resembling stone tablets.

After searching around and finding nothing, I immediately burrowed underground and quickly moved to another mountain...

After such a rapid sweep of dozens of hilltops, and ten days having passed, they still found nothing. Gu Yulin's phone calls grew increasingly urgent.
"You should at least come back here first!"

"We need to prepare and familiarize ourselves with the location! We can't possibly arrive on the same day we go to see it!"

"You should at least fly back!"

"Just one more day, just one more day," Shen Le said with a forced smile through the phone. He took a deep breath, sank into the ground, and prepared to initiate the longest possible ley line traversal:

This time we'll walk very slowly, extremely slowly, to traverse all the mountain peaks in one go!
He refused to believe he couldn't feel it!
In the dark depths of the earth, only divine sense could guide him, and only the fluctuations of the earth's veins could determine his location.

Shen Le was enveloped by the earth, propelling him forward. Suddenly, a faint but exceptionally sharp energy fluctuation pierced through the embrace of the thick earth!

Shen Le abruptly stopped his escape, his heart pounding wildly as he focused his senses.

It was an aura as sharp and piercing as a blade; even from a great distance, one could almost hear the shouts of men, the neighing of horses, and the clashing of swords and spears. Extremely sharp and bright, it possessed an invincible edge—

Shen Le quickly rose above the ground. He regulated his breathing slightly, calmed his mind, and leaped in that direction. After circling two hilltops, he finally saw a beam of dazzling light, imperceptible to ordinary people, shooting into the sky like a sword piercing the heavens!

(End of this chapter)