The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 420 Shen Le: Girls, don’t spray water on my face!

Shen Le knew that this wooden boat held a great secret, and even knew that this boat should be a magical weapon.

——If it wasn’t a magical instrument, it would be impossible to shrink it a hundred times, and it would also be impossible to enlarge it a hundred times;
If it wasn't a magical weapon, there was no way it could contain dark and gloomy powers like the souls of the dead!

But what is the difference between magical tools and ordinary objects?

Apart from being imbued with sufficiently strong spiritual power, what exactly determines their abilities and allows them to display their power?
Shen Le couldn't find the answer before. Of course, he didn't have any channels to get in touch with the real magic weapon. But now, the truth about the magic weapon has been revealed to him:
As the planks of the wooden boat were cleaned, straightened, and roughly assembled one by one, all the parts produced a slight resonance.

During the resonance process, some incomplete textures emerged from the wooden board and appeared vaguely in front of Shen Le!

“Where are these textures?”

"The outside surface of the board, the inside surface, or the inside of the board?"

"If they are inside, how can I 'see' them? How did the previous people print these patterns into the wood?"

He was distracted for a moment, and the lines that appeared disappeared in an instant. Shen Le tried to concentrate and look at the lines carefully, but the surroundings suddenly shook.

【Be careful!!!】

【Run! ! ! 】

The small oil lamps, compasses, scrolls, and even the silk skirts in the shrines all vied with each other to issue him sharp warnings.

Shen Le didn't have time to observe what was happening. He jumped back as hard as he could, passed through the bamboo scaffolding arch, and landed in front of the factory door.

Looking more closely, I heard a rumbling sound in the scaffolding... bang bang bang bang, smoke and dust rising, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Judging from the volume, if Shen Le didn't retreat in time, even if he wasn't killed or injured, he would be flattened to the ground, and it would take him a long time to push open the wooden board and climb out. What happened in there?
What's going on in there?!

He paced outside, scratching his head, and as soon as it became quiet inside, he rushed in amid the smoke and dust.

He rushed in headfirst, and wisps of broken black hair flew everywhere in front of him, almost hitting his face.

Shen Le coughed twice and waved away the long hair, and suddenly found that a row of silk skirts fell softly to one side, and the black hair on the "head" was scattered weakly, with the ends fluttering and countless broken marks.

It seemed that they had exerted too much force while hanging the wooden board, and Shen Le did not supply spiritual energy in time. In order to give Shen Le time to escape, these Luo skirts desperately hung on to the wooden board and broke themselves...

Shen Le trembled with pain. So many broken hairs! So many broken hairs!

Hair grows on a person's body, and can grow again if it falls off. But if it grows on a spirit object, how can it grow back if it falls off?
Even if he could pour silk protein solution bottle by bottle and let the broken hair grow back by itself, he still had to pick up the hair!

He doesn't even know which one is right for which one!

There was no other way, Shen Le had to gather all the little guys around him and sit cross-legged in meditation. He silently practiced his Qigong, and the power in his Dantian began to flow into the shrine.

The warm and mellow power slowly spread out, and I saw the skirts rising from collapse and then standing upright, and then becoming more energetic, with the sleeves, cuffs and hair moving without wind.

Gradually, they stepped into the ruins on their own, and strands of broken hair flew up from all directions, fell on the bun, and tangled together with the broken hair:
"Okay, you still want me to pick it up for you, right? No problem, I'll pick it up! You guys helped me a lot by getting the broken hair back!"

Shen Le directly opened a large plastic box and poured in seventeen or eighteen bottles of 500 ml silk fibroin solution at once, so that the black hair could be completely immersed in it without protruding out of the liquid at all.

He reached out and stirred it, making sure the hair was completely soaked, before he began to cast healing spells into it one by one:

"Grow both ends evenly by yourselves! I can't help you with that! Grow them carefully and carefully, don't connect any wrong hairs, and don't connect two broken hairs to the same end, or they will be forked!"

White waves gently rolled on the surface of the liquid. The black hair swayed slightly in the transparent liquid, absorbing matter and energy, and each strand became more and more lustrous.

Shen Le treated himself as a ruthless human dried battery, providing energy for nearly a day, before he heard a "splash" and water droplets flew in front of him:

The thousands of strands of black hair jumped out of the solution and hung down. They were at least seven feet long, pure black in color, without any dryness or split ends, neatly laid out, and shining like a mirror.

Then, it stretched, opened, and swung its arms outward with all its might, and countless crystal clear water droplets splashed everywhere!

"Nonsence!"

Shen Le wiped his face repeatedly. "Take it easy! Take it easy!"

Protein solution splashed in my face?!

Even though I poured this in with my own hands, using silk as the raw material and going through steps such as degumming, dissolution, purification, and dialysis to make a silk fibroin solution, I still have some bad associations!

The black hair suddenly stopped. It instantly fell straight down, shook, flew onto the top of the skirt, and automatically whirled into a bun.

Then, a row of graceful women in silk skirts came to Shen Le, bowed and saluted, as if to apologize...

"Alright, alright..." Shen Le waved his hands helplessly:

"It's okay. How can I really be angry with you? Take a rest, take a rest..."

The women in the skirts were unwilling to rest. Seeing that Shen Le did not blame them, they glided gracefully, circled around the sides of the boat, their long black hair flying, eager to try.

While pretending to be "ready to work", on the other hand, her black hair was braided into a hemisphere, like half of a non-existent face, turning around to "look" at Shen Le:

What's next?
Which board should I remove or install?
Shen Le's head was as big as a bucket. Speaking of which, he had already asked the Special Affairs Bureau to order several "bodies" for the Luoquns.

However, no matter whether it is a BJD doll made of plastic or silicone, or a doll made of wood or even spiritual wood, Luoquns are always dissatisfied.

The clothes are uncomfortable to wear, too heavy, hard to control, too cumbersome, and the power can't flow through...

In the end, she could only braid her black hair into a concave "face" and spin it around to indicate "I'm looking at you!"

This……

You might as well let your hair hang straight down in front and pretend to cover your face!
Just like in "The People's Sadako", Sadako's face is completely covered by her hair, I can pretend there is a person inside...

"Aren't you tired now? Can you work?"

The women in Luoqun were proactive and Shen Le could not refuse them, so he could only roll up his sleeves and continue working with them.

He searched on the computer and found a broken piece of wood, and showed it to the girls:
"It's probably at this position. Help me lift it out... I just finished matching it, and I still need to connect it..."

The Qingsi starter is in full swing!
The compass glowed gently, and the scroll projected the shape of the entire ship, which was then broken down into pieces of wood, and finally marked in red one by one.

Xiao Modou was running back and forth, carrying her silk skirt and black hair, sorting the wooden boards into categories and putting them on the shelves.

After arranging everything, Qingsi wrapped her hair around the wooden board designated by Shen Le and turned her head to look at Shen Le:
What's next?
"Next... Next, help me secure them with steel pipes, G-clamps, or something, and then hoist them into the puddle..."

Ordinary wood, ordinary carpentry work, that is probably cutting, assembling, gluing, adding mortise and tenon, and nailing. But when it falls into Shen Le's hands, it is another matter:

Fix two wooden boards together and throw them into a puddle. Pour nutrient solution into the puddle and soak it for a while to allow the wood, especially the wood cracks, to absorb it naturally.

Then, the growth spell is activated!

Grow into one piece for me!

Fortunately, Shen Le did not slack off before. He inspected every piece of wood, and every defective board used to fill the gap was made of wood of the same species.

The growth spell of the camphor tree A Lu could fill the wood of the camphor tree into the elm tree. Shen Le's growth spell was not so overbearing, so it was more than enough to make the two pieces grow into one:

"Grow! Grow! Grow more! Grow together! Very good, the strength is enhanced - wait, don't grow tree knots! And don't grow tree bark!"

He stopped his strength a little late, or rather, he had input too much growth energy before. Even though he stopped in time, he still couldn't stop the growth of the wood.

At the joint between the two pieces of wood, there was a twisted lump of wood, even covered with a layer of bark.

Shen Le was dejected. He ordered Qingsi to fish out the wooden board and hand it to Xiao Modou:
"I'm counting on you. Dig out or shovel out the parts that shouldn't be there. Get rid of them anyway..."

【Take it easy next time! 】

The little inkstone complained, and then it led its little brothers to work. While working, it complained:
[One mistake, two mistakes, three mistakes, and still a mistake... You are deliberately adding to our workload! I asked you to help fix the edge of the knife, but you still haven't learned how to forge iron...]

Shen Le: “…”

It's over, the little Modou has also learned bad things and learned to be lazy and complain!

The little ink fountain was very efficient. A bunch of shovels, planes, chisels and knives were used together, making sawdust and shavings fly everywhere, and the board was soon flattened.

Let it absorb sawdust and shavings to increase its strength. Shen Le closed his eyes and pressed his hands on the joints of the wooden board:

"Let me see if the newly added lines are still there..."

While the mental power seeped into the wooden board, it quietly opened up on the other side, covering the entire factory building and guiding the entire hull to resonate with the wooden board.

After trying several times, lines did appear on the wooden board, lighting up in the meditation field of vision:
The old part has swirling lines that are extremely clear, as if they were painted on the wood, or as if a magical force is growing vigorously inside the wood;

And the newly added wooden planks...

"So how do we repair it? If we don't, the ship is as good as unrepaired!"

(End of this chapter)