The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 260: Alloy Boss, you are going to bankrupt me!
"Shen Le? Shen Le!"

"……what?"

After being pushed several times, Shen Le finally came back to his senses and his eyes slowly focused. In front of him, Teacher Zhang half-bent over, looking at him worriedly:
"Shen Le, what's wrong with you!"

Why did you suddenly stay there motionless?

There was no spirit in his eyes, and he couldn't hear me when I called him. I waved my hands in front of his eyes several times, but he didn't react at all!

If it wasn’t for the fact that no toxic or harmful chemical solvents were used in cleaning ancient paintings, and if I wasn’t standing right next to them and I didn’t have any abnormalities—

Teacher Zhang was really worried that Shen Le had been poisoned suddenly and his nervous system had been disturbed!
"Ah... I'm fine."

Shen Le came back to his senses and gave Teacher Zhang an apologetic smile. Just now, he was drawn into the spirituality of the ancient painting and saw the memory of its owner through the ancient painting;

During this process, his own perception of the outside world is basically in a closed state.

Of course, he still had some basic alertness, and if there was any danger outside, he would wake up immediately. However, in the eyes of Teacher Zhang, he looked very scary...

"I'm really fine. I just felt a little touched and needed to meditate." Facing Teacher Zhang's anxious, worried, and suspicious eyes, Shen Le had to blame the problem on the "non-staff expert":

"You know, meditation and cultivation are also my main job..."

After repeated persuasion and appeasement, Teacher Zhang was finally coaxed out. Shen Le returned to the studio, sat cross-legged, and once again touched the ancient painting with his spirituality:
"Come, let me see what you want to convey to me..."

The spiritual tide rose again, engulfing him gently. Everywhere he looked, he saw a bright spring scene:
Shen Le saw a wide martial arts arena. It was hundreds of steps long and a hundred steps wide. Although it was not a cinder field, plastic field, or modern football field grass, the yellow soil was solid.
The edge of the martial arts arena was filled with all kinds of weapons, including swords, spears, shields, and bronze hammers.

Dozens of targets are particularly eye-catching. The huge red hearts on the targets have countless small holes poked in them, which shows that people are obviously practicing shooting on a daily basis.

At this moment, hundreds of men were running around the martial arts arena, with sandbags tied to their backs, arms, and legs. They were so heavy that dust flew up when they stepped on them.

On the left side of the martial arts arena, another group of men were lifting stone locks and hammers to build up their strength. Two men were dragging huge rollers around, building up their strength while compacting the ground of the martial arts arena.

The right half of the martial arts arena was occupied by a group of young men. Holding wooden swords, they lined up in a neat square formation and shouted at the command of their martial arts master:

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Shen Le walked over slowly. Based on his experience, although these teenagers were far from mature, their martial arts skills were already quite good:

Each of them stood upright with their backs straight, their hind legs as fast as arrows when doing bow stance, and steady when doing horse stance. They chopped, chopped, stabbed, intercepted and blocked with their knives, and each of them was powerful and majestic.

It is obviously much better than when they learned military boxing in college, where their bodies were crooked and their punches were weak, or when they learned Tai Chi sword, where twenty people could perform thirty different moves!
It was clearly still early spring, as the willow branches beside the martial arts field had just turned a little green. The wind blew against my body, making me feel chilly and cold to the bone.

The young men were all wearing thin shirts, and the heat was rising from their bodies. The martial arts master walked among them, pointing out and correcting them, while scolding them:
"Don't use all your sword power! Use 70% of your power and keep 30%! If your sword strikes and gets stuck in the enemy's bones, someone nearby can kill you with one strike!"

"Push harder! Push harder! What's the matter with you not eating today?"

"Use your waist strength! Use the spine to drive your whole body, kick your legs, turn around, and cut with one knife! Don't be stupid and rely on your arms. Even if your arms are broken, they can't twist your thighs!"

"Don't be lazy! Cheer up! If you are weak in martial arts training, how can you kill the Tartars in the future?"

Kill the Tartars. Shen Le's whole body shuddered. So, this army, these young warriors, will face the Tartars in the future——

Wala? Tatar? It can't be wild boar skin, right?
Have those guys who use the name of the Jin Dynasty and try to flatter themselves by claiming to be their ancestor become powerful now?

The boys practiced sword fighting several times, and then practiced in pairs under the command of the martial arts master. One of the boys, who was handsome, was particularly eye-catching:

He was powerful, agile, and quick on his feet. Almost no young man who practiced with him could stop his attack. At worst, he could only hit them with three or four strikes, or at most ten. He would then break through their attacks and penetrate the center of the gate.

Even if the martial arts master himself came out to practice with him, he could still block fifty or sixty moves by advancing and retreating, dodging or attacking.

The last time, the wooden sword was knocked out, and he stumbled to the ground, but suddenly rolled over and rushed into the arms of the martial arts master. He made a fist with his right hand and hit the master's waist lightly:
Obviously, if there is a dagger in hand, this blow will definitely cause serious damage to the enemy.

"Young Master, you responded well." Both sides stopped fighting, and the martial arts master took a long breath and wiped the sweat from his head:
"But this move is too risky. If it is on the battlefield, it is better not to do this."

"Tell him directly that he can't do this on the battlefield, or he'll die!" A loud voice came from afar. Everyone in the martial arts training ground stopped and saluted. The young man shouted happily:
"Father is handsome!"

"What should you call me on the battlefield?"

The burly middle-aged man's face darkened. The young man didn't dare to laugh anymore, he stood at attention and said respectfully:
"Commander!"

"Hmph." The middle-aged man snorted with an ambiguous meaning, ignored him, and went straight to talk to the martial arts master. After asking about the progress of the young warriors, he came over to scold his son:

"You think you're smart? You rolled and stabbed so skillfully just now? If you rely on this little bit of cleverness, you won't know how you'll die on the battlefield!" The middle-aged man scolded like a storm:
"Where can you find such a flat ground on the battlefield? There's a pit on the left, a rock on the right, a corpse at your feet, and a knife sticking out from the side!

Roll, roll, roll all over the ground, aren't you afraid of rolling into someone's hands? When your father was in the army..."

The young man stood respectfully, listening, his lips slightly raised, his eyes darting around, obviously not very convinced - or maybe he had heard it too many times.

When the old father finally finished scolding him, he immediately posted:

"Father, father! Can you take me with you next time you go to war? I'm already fourteen years old. Father was already on the battlefield when he was my age!"

"Go to war? Wishful thinking!" The middle-aged man raised the whip without any hesitation and made a gesture to whip:
"With your skills, you still want to go to the battlefield? How did your father survive? Do you know how many people died at that time? There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood..."

The young man pestered in every possible way, but he was unable to gain the right to go to the battlefield.

Fortunately, it was not a complete failure. His father agreed that if he could get a good ranking in the military competition in the autumn, he would let him lead a small team to go hunting in the mountains.

“Hunting is training before going into battle. If you can lead the team in and out safely and get prey, you will have some ability to lead troops.

If you can't even lead a hunt, then just keep practicing. You have no place on the battlefield!"

With a target hanging in front of him, even though he was not really going to the battlefield, the young man practiced martial arts several times more diligently.

Before the Autumn Defense, there was a military competition. Although he did not stand out among the adults, he managed to make it into the top 100.

Naturally, his father fulfilled his promise and gave him a team of 100 men:

"I don't expect you to kill a blind bear or something, but at least bring back some meat!"

The young man led the team and marched into the mountains. They drove and hunted, hunting deer, roe deer, wild boars...

After a satisfying hunt, he turned around and suddenly saw a creature that looked like a little bear and a little kitten, lying on his sword, chewing food happily with big mouthfuls.

juvenile:"……"

What the hell is this?

Whatever it was, he took the kid home - and for that he was severely beaten by his father.

The reason for beating him was not because he was raising this strange beast, nor because he brought a strange beast of unknown origin home, but because...

"How dare you put your sword on the ground? The sword is so important, how dare you leave it with you? Do you want to die?!"

Fortunately, this strange beast seemed to know why he was beaten. When he was lying on the bed, it licked his hand affectionately and behaved well without making any trouble.

He would not eat or bite anything that the teenager did not allow him to eat, and he would not bite anyone at will.

The most important thing was that the strange beast could actually understand human language and communicate with him by nodding and shaking its head - he also taught the strange beast to read!

"Xiao Jin? - You feed on gold and iron, so I'll call you Xiao Jin, okay?"

"Xiao Jin, you've really eaten too much. The Ministry of Industry only allocates a limited number of weapons and armor to us throughout the year. We can't afford to eat like this..."

"No, no, no. I'm not asking you to leave, nor am I not going to support you. It's just that you like to eat things made of gold and iron. Do you know if there are any mines nearby? Point to a place?"

The strange beast actually took him over mountains and across rivers and found several good mineral veins.

The young man's father cooperated with the locals to mine, smelt and forge iron, thus creating a new way to make money. The garrison also had more iron materials to repair their weapons.

As Xiao Jin got enough food, his body expanded rapidly, and soon he expanded from a small dog to the size of an adult dog:
"Xiao Jin, when will you grow bigger?"

Facing the strange beast that would never grow again, the boy was also somewhat distressed:
"If you grow up a little bit, and grow to the size of a horse, I can ride you into the battlefield! What, not enough food?"

"I can't afford to support you anymore!"

"Can't we eat copper and iron? Do we want to eat gold and silver?"

The young man in the memory, and Shen Le in the future, both showed distressed expressions:
"Impossible! You can't do it even if you kill me!"

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