The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 38 Who understands? I was kicked out by my own Mo Dou!

Whether it is considered repaired or not depends on whether the spirituality of the inkstone is sufficient and whether the copper piece gives any feedback.

Shen Le shook the inkstone, knocked the inkstone, and knocked the inkstone back and forth several times, but the inkstone still lay quietly on the table.

There was no intention of getting up and dancing, nor of talking to him, acting like a puppet, or bickering with him;
Shen Le took out the copper sheet and looked at it from top to bottom. There was a faint green light on the copper sheet, covering about half of its area. Apart from that, the copper sheet itself did not grow, no new strokes protruded, and no new light spots appeared.

It looks like they are refusing to acknowledge that the repair has been completed and are unwilling to provide feedback on new capabilities.

"Then we can only think of a solution under the current conditions..."

Shen Le sighed softly.

He stood up, closed his eyes slightly, raised his hands, activated the guiding function of the copper sheet, and performed a set of Five Animals Exercises. Feeling the heat flow gently throughout his body, he returned to his seat, picked up the carving knife and continued working...

no effect.

The Five Animals Exercises are not Iron Shirt or Iron Sand Palm. Even if you practice them, they do not add any defense, especially not the defense of the fingers.

Shen Le cut twice, and it still hurt. If there was any difference, it was that he used more force, the reaction force was stronger, and his fingers hurt more...

"It really doesn't work... Is the level of the Five Animal Exercises too low?"

Shen Le tried a different method.

This time, with the help of the copper sheet, he activated the circulation of the meridians and guided the heat flow along the Ren and Du meridians.

After going around in circles a few times, it failed to guide the heat flow to the eyes, but instead tried to make it turn a corner and flow to the right hand side:
"Failed……"

"Failed……"

"Failed again..."

“Hey, it worked this time!”

His right hand felt slightly warm, and the pain in his thumb seemed to have disappeared a lot. Shen Le looked down and saw that the red mark on his fingertip had almost disappeared.

He was delighted, and taking advantage of this warm current, he grasped the knife and pushed gently:
helpful!
Really helps!
The pain is relieved! Not only that, but I feel my fingers are stronger and more responsive. When I push the back of the knife to cut, it is smoother...

Shen Le was greatly encouraged. He took a deep breath and devoted himself to his work wholeheartedly.

The warmth brought by the technique could only protect the fingers for about a quarter of an hour before disappearing completely. Shen Le had no choice but to keep circulating and practicing the technique:

When my fingers were hurting so much, I closed my eyes and practiced for a while; when I felt better again, I continued to work hard.

Brush, brush, brush, fine jujube wood chips were continuously shaved out from the jujube wood beads, and gradually, a small pile formed on the table.

One night and one day, one day and one night.

Finally, a jujube wood bead with a not-so-smooth inner layer, no carvings on the outer layer, and no patterns carved on the middle layer, was gently turned in Shen Le's hand. Can this be considered a preliminary completion?
How much effort did the sculptor put in to achieve this?

Shen Le didn’t know.

However, when he tried to put the jujube wood bead on the lead weight to form a whole with the inkstone, the inkstone suddenly jumped up.

The lead weight flew up, pulling the ink line out of the ink tank with a rattling sound. It pulled with all its might, pointing it firmly outside the room.

Shen Le turned his head to look at the raised ink line and the lead weight at the top of the ink line that was suspended in defiance of gravity, and he wanted to sigh.

Oh, I originally wanted to install a surveillance camera to keep the house safe. But now you guys have done this, surveillance? What surveillance?
Nowadays, surveillance cameras are easily hacked into and the footage is posted and sold. Some surveillance software even has built-in backdoors. If it can capture a puppet dancing or a brush working, how can I live my life?

"What are you going to do?"

Shen Le flicked the lead weight. The lead weight tilted slightly, passed through his finger, circled around his knuckles, and pulled him out. Shen Le quickly called for a stop:
"Wait wait! What do you want to do? Stop strangling me! Your thread is very thin! You'll break my fingers!"

What a joke!
This is a silk thread, a silk thread! It is so thin, and it is tightened in his knuckles. After a long time, the fingers will lack blood and will die.

The lead pendant moved a bit and then quietly loosened. Shen Lesong breathed a sigh of relief, still thinking about how to communicate with the ink fountain, when he saw the lead pendant make a big circle and wrap around his arm...

Pull, pull. After pulling twice without any luck, he simply flew up and wrapped around him. Shen Le was terrified:
"Stop, stop, stop! Where are you going? Where are you going? Just show me the way and I'll take you there!"

The silk thread in this inkwell is 18 meters long!

It is not only useful for carpentry work, but also for stonemasonry and bricklayer work. Even in shipbuilding, ditch digging, and field development, the ink fountain will be used to pull out a long line and draw a straight line for accuracy!

The 18-meter thread tied around him can't make him into a silk cocoon, but it can at least make him into a whole vegetarian chicken!

The lead pendant tilted left and right, as if thinking. Shen Le waited anxiously for a long time before the lead pendant flew up again and released him. The reel spun quickly, taking back most of the ink line, leaving only a small part outside, holding the lead pendant and pointing it firmly outside the room.

Shen Le sighed, packed up, and went out with his inkstone. He carried his backpack on his back, opened a slit on the bag, let the lead pendant stick out, and pretended that the reel was not tightened and this thing got stuck outside. He left the room, turned left, and prepared to go to the front door——

"Hey! Don't pull me! There's a wall in that direction! I have to go through the door! Go through the door!"

The lead pendant slowly lowered its head, like a king cobra that had relaxed a little and was not going to attack for the time being. Shen Le touched it and sighed:
This is what it means to lack intelligence. You only know how to point the direction without considering how people get there. It's like a completely unadjusted and wicked map.

This is even worse than a wicked map. At least, a wicked map will show you the way - no matter if this way passes through a government compound or goes over a gas pipe as thick as a person on the river - instead of the straight line being the shortest between two points!
Shen Le held the thread behind the lead weight and walked in twists and turns, following the direction it pointed.

After crossing two roads, walking through a dead-end road and then going back, entering a residential area and then having to go out again, Shen Le finally arrived at a place that looked familiar to him:

"Isn't this where you bought yours?"

He knocked on the inkstone. The inkstone was silent, pretending to hear nothing. Only the lead weight turned firmly in a direction, pulling Shen Le in. After a few steps, a familiar soprano voice sounded:
"Zheng Xiaohua! Don't play dead! Divorce! Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau today!"

Oh, it's the couple who sold him the inkstone again. Shen Le instantly understood why Modou brought him here:
"Let me watch a quarrel? Or let me mediate a quarrel?"

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