The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 142: What exactly is your true form, Copper Piece? You are too noble! (Subscribe)

【in front of!】

[It’s right in front! ]

【Almost there! 】

In his mind, there came a cheerful, urgent, and at the same time anxious call. Shen Le tried his best to cheer himself up and let his mind extend a little further.

In the meditation world, it seems like a huge dark fog, only the mind is like a flickering candlelight, faintly illuminating the world;

And far, far away, as if at the end of the world, there is another candlelight shining, waiting, guiding the way from afar...

There it is!
There it is!
But how far is it?
How far do I have to go, how much energy do I have to spend, before I can connect with the candlelight in front of me, and use the resonance with it to leap directly over?

After jumping over, do you have the extra energy to explore this place, at least to know which city it is in?
Shen Le didn't know. He only knew to hold on a little longer.

The connection between the mind that rushed forward and itself was becoming weaker and weaker, like running with all one's strength on a road that was constantly collapsing behind;
How long I can run, whether I can reach my destination, whether I will fall down on the way, I no longer consider it...

Even so, the little light in his mind was getting dimmer and dimmer. Finally, Shen Le felt dizzy and saw stars:
"I tried my best……"

He completely let go of control, allowing that ray of thought to run too far away, and the connection with his mind was completely severed.

Just a second before the faint light faded, my chest felt slightly hot and there was a buzzing sound in my ears:
A ray of golden light shot up into the sky in the dim world of meditation, between his body and his distant mind.

Shen Le was stunned and focused. The golden light rushed up and expanded, turning into golden earth under his feet, extending forward continuously.

In a trance, mountains, rivers, lakes, familiar or unfamiliar lines and circles appeared one by one on the earth.

And far, far away, the light that resonated with the little ones also lit up gently somewhere on the earth:
Shen Le took the time to look. There were mountains nearby, not high, but continuous.
There is a river, not big, with thousands of threads intertwined.

On the right, there is a deep bay. The most concave part, closest to the bright spot, is about southeast of the bright spot, a little distance away, but not too far...

"This location..."

Before Shen Le could finish his thought, the golden light in front of him completely dimmed.

He didn't even have time to open his eyes before he felt a buzzing in his forehead and his vision went dark. His eyebrows were throbbing and his temples were aching as if a nail was driven into them. He felt like he could pass out at any moment.

Are you overexerting yourself?

Shen Le didn't dare to faint. His head was splitting, and he couldn't enter a meditative state. He struggled to pull out the copper sheet, put it on his forehead, and absorbed the coolness of the copper sheet to soothe himself.

After a moment, the copper sheet trembled slightly, and a cool breeze came out. The gentle coolness touched his forehead, relieving the pain in his temple a lot, and he was finally able to enter a meditative state.

This time when he focused his mind, the clear water in his heart lake had almost dried up, leaving only wisps of mist that kept churning on the surface of the lake, sometimes gathering into balls, and sometimes slowly dispersing.

It took Shen Le a long time to gather some strength and push the smallest ball of fog a little bit.

The two fog balls collided and merged, and a drop of water fell into the heart lake. Shen Le felt a little better, and gathered a little more strength to push the next fog ball...

Tick-tick, tick-tick, the water drops fall one by one, gradually turning into continuous drizzle, and the water surface in the lake of my heart begins to slowly expand.

Shen Le kept gathering energy until the fog visible in the Heart Lake disappeared and the water surface recovered a little. Only then did he feel exhausted and fell asleep.

After a sound sleep until the next morning, I felt that I had finally recovered a lot of my energy. Shen Le pulled out the copper sheet, rubbed it gently, and immersed himself in it:
The copper piece is no different from the one I saw yesterday. The size, weight, and texture are all the same, without any difference.

However, when the mind is touched, one can vaguely see a picture.

The map I saw yesterday, with mountains, rivers, lakes and coasts, was embedded on a metal plate. Faintly, I could make out the direction of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River...

"Is this... a map of China?"

Shen Le was stunned. He looked at the map carefully again and again, and felt that the metal plate was not flat, but had some familiar curves.

Moreover, this metal plate is not part of the copper sheet itself, and it has a vague sense of illusion.

It seemed that the copper piece had to continue to grow, and only after it grew a large piece could it touch the location where the map was engraved...

"So what exactly is this copper piece, or rather, its body?" Shen Le held the copper piece in his hands, turning it over and over, looking at it for a long time.

It can be engraved with a map, and it is a map of the entire China. This entity must be of a very high status...

No matter how high his status was, Shen Le was temporarily unable to explore it. If he wanted to unlock the secret of the copper sheet, he had to continue repairing the old objects and continue to absorb the spiritual power in the old objects to provide energy for the copper sheet.

Shen Le touched the copper sheet, dragged a piece of paper, and quickly drew the map he saw in meditation. Finally, he emphasized a red dot at the location of the light spot:
"Go back to the capital!"

Judging from the location of the coastline, mountains and rivers, this red dot should be near the capital.

At least, after arriving in the capital, it would be more convenient to rely on meditation to find new components?
Shen Le took the small wooden comb and cosmetics box set, thought for a moment, and then picked up the small oil lamp.

Fortunately, the small oil lamp did not show any energy reaction, and it passed the security check smoothly. Shen Le came to the capital calmly. The first thing he did when he entered the hotel was to shake the small oil lamp and lower his voice:
"Can you use your powers here? If a monster attacks me, can you shock it?"

[Yes~~~]

The small oil lamp flickered with joy. The ceiling light, corridor light, reading light, and night light in the room also flickered quickly. Shen Le quickly pressed down the lampshade:
"No! This is outside! At least, except for the electrical appliances in this room, you are not allowed to control anything outside. Do you hear me?"

[Okay…]

The small oil lamp flickered unhappily and then fell silent. Shen Le finally relaxed, took out a small wooden comb and cosmetics box set, and began another deep meditation.

After a long while, he opened his eyes and smiled bitterly:
"I've come back after so many twists and turns..." Xiao Mushu's companions are indeed in the capital. As his mind expanded, he saw more than one light spot, probably four or five.

The largest and brightest one was very close to the university where he studied. It felt like it was in the dormitory area for university teachers...

"Are we going to find a mentor to lead the way?"

Shen Le hesitated for a moment, but decided to get the rest first. He followed his senses and headed straight for the location where the light spots were most densely concentrated, which turned out to be the antique market.

With his spiritual eyes open, he searched the stalls one by one. Soon, Shen Le sighed:

Fortunately, he did not enter the antique industry. This market is the largest antique market in Beijing, but most of the things inside are not genuine.

The kind that was meticulously made, treasured for a long time, and carefully appreciated, with a unique light condensed on it, was too small in proportion, even worse than what he had seen at the Binhai Trade Fair.

Many bronze tripods and bronze vases are said to be from the Western Zhou Dynasty. Shen Le dares to swear on the bronze piece on his neck that they are definitely from last week!
He walked along, looking around, occasionally asking about the price. One stall owner claimed that it was a bamboo-carved pen holder from the Ming Dynasty, in good condition, and asked for 150,000 yuan;

A copper incense burner with the inscription "Xuan De" in general condition and a little damaged, asking price 58 yuan;
A few Doucai small cups, said to be from the Ming Dynasty, were priced at 50,000 each. Shen Le hesitated for a moment, and the stall owner immediately said that he could lower the price to 10,000...

This price is way too much!
Shen Le shook his head and left. He looked around, occasionally finding a place with few people and stopping for a while. He touched the small wooden comb in his left pocket and the small porcelain box in his right pocket, and lowered his eyes to think -

【Go forward! 】

【Go forward! 】

【It’s almost here! 】

【Go forward! 】

Being closer to their companions, the little wooden combs and little porcelain boxes became much more lively, especially the little porcelain box, which made a jingling sound in his pocket.

Shen Le resisted their urging and observed the stalls one by one, and finally stopped:
The stall is a piece of plastic sheet spread out on the ground. On the left side of the sheet are dozens of small porcelain items, ranging from bone plates to small wine glasses, from snuff bottles to small porcelain boxes.
There is a pile of broken porcelain pieces on the right. At a glance, you can see blue and white, pastel, doucai, celadon, white porcelain, black porcelain, all in a mess.

Shen Le looked at the porcelain for a while, then pointed to a small bowl:
"How much is it?"

"The rabbit hair teacup is three thousand yuan." The stall owner replied lazily. Shen Le chuckled and moved in another direction:

"Where's this pen holder?"

"Qianlong's light crimson poetry pen holder, take it for eight thousand."

Shen was happy. There was a "Zhu'an" mark on the box, which was the mark of Li Ying, a master of porcelain painting and porcelain engraving during the Tongzhi and Guangxu periods, and a professional painter at the Imperial Kiln Factory.

But the technique is crude, and it is obviously a copy. If it can imitate Li Ying's work, this thing must have been made during the Republic of China. I was stupid to believe you said it was from Qianlong's reign!

This stall owner is not telling the truth!
Or maybe, antique stall owners, are there no ones who speak honestly?
He did not say anything, but turned the pen holder around, tapped the inscription "Zhu'an" with his fingertips, and smiled at the stall owner. The stall owner glared at him and lazily lowered his eyes:

"Will you buy it? If you are sincere, I will give you the real price!"

Shen Le then picked out two small pastel porcelain boxes, both of which he had seen with his spiritual eyes and had the same aura as the small wooden comb. The boss glanced at them casually and quoted a price without much interest:

"The big one is fifteen thousand, and the small one is one thousand."

"This box lid is cracked and you still want fifteen thousand! And this, look at the bottom, it's all cracked like this, and you still want one thousand!"

In his left and right pockets, the small wooden combs and porcelain boxes all vibrated. Even the small oil lamp was buzzing, making a sound in his backpack that only Shen Le could hear:
【Pooh! 】

【Only fifteen thousand! 】

【1500 is not expensive! 】

【Buy it now! 】

[You don’t need this little money!!!]

Shen Le sighed and patted his backpack. In front of the stall owner, he couldn't talk to the small oil lamp directly, so he had to concentrate his mind and try to communicate with it:
"Don't shout!"

"Every bit you can save is a bit!"

"When I bought you back, I only spent two hundred dollars!"

The little oil lamp froze for a moment. After a long while, it began to buzz again, each time more violent and more aggrieved than the last:
【Two hundred dollars! 】

【Why am I only worth two hundred dollars! 】

[They all cost 500 yuan each! ]

【You bully me! 】

【Bully me!!!】

Shen Le's head hurt even more. I spent 200 yuan to buy you, but the electricity bill you consumed has added up to more than 10,000 yuan!

Of all the kids combined, you're the one who spends the most money - and of course, you're the best at fighting...

He stopped trying to appease the little oil lamp and concentrated on bargaining. He bargained down the price from 2,500 yuan for two pieces to 2,000 yuan for two pieces. He was still not satisfied and pointed to the pile of broken porcelain next to him:
"How many pieces of this porcelain can you give me as a gift?"

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