The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 462 Shen Le: I'm really married? Wait, who married me?

Shen Le felt like he was planted in the soil.

No, he was not planted into the soil, but his whole being became a part of the earth.

The rich, deep, and magnificent power embraced him, covered him, penetrated into his body, and accepted him as one of its own.

Is this the earth?

Is this the earth element among the five elements?

Is this what it means – the Earth is in a low position and a gentleman carries the world with great virtue?
The thick mud seemed to cover his mouth and nose, surrounding his body, and completely isolating him from the outside world. Shen Le was in it, but he didn't feel any tension at all:

This is the earth. How could the earth harm him?

He closed his eyes and quietly stayed in the embrace of this power, accepting it and feeling it with his whole body. In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to the past:

When repairing the dressing box, in the mountain cave, the small yellow spot and the surging yellow gas even awakened the copper plate, allowing it to start the positioning function on the map...

At that time, he took a deep breath of the earth's air, until his body could no longer hold any more and he felt like he was about to turn into a clay man.

Fortunately, the copper sheet was powerful enough to absorb all the power that he couldn't contain. As for now, well, maybe they evaluated that he could handle it, so they gave it back to him, right?
Shen Le immersed himself in this power belonging to the earth, feeling its pulse and its growth.

Feel the huge rocks disintegrate into gravel, the gravel disperses into soil, the soil and humus blend into a mass, the fine and dense roots penetrate deep into the soil, the plants grow, and the fallen leaves cover the ground...

Feel the water flow washing away the soil particles and then slowly settling them downstream.

Feel it rise and tangle, small grains of soil gather into mountains, gather into fields, and release great power...

There was even an inexplicable memory that began to be released bit by bit. The earth was deep and heavy, and brilliant metal condensed in it;
Metal melts when it meets fire, becomes liquid and flows around, gradually merging with the vast water.
The water flows, moistening the land and stimulating vitality, causing plants to grow wildly.

The lush forest was hit by drought and lightning. Just a small spark caused a forest fire, and the forest burned by the fire was left charred...

The five elements rotate, and the five elements are interdependent. The power of water, the power of the earth, they are not so difficult to separate...

When he opened his eyes again, Shen Le just raised his hand slightly, and the mud in front of him flowed quietly and wrapped around his fingertips.

Shen Le: ???
I've upgraded!
It’s hard to say whether I can control the earth, but at least, I already have the power to control the soil!

With this power, the next work will be much easier.

Shen Le only needed to bring various coarse and fine clays to the side of the clay sculptures, and with a slight raise of his hand, the mud would flow into the smallest gaps as he wished, filling them completely.

The water spreads out, soaking the clods, soaking the fibers;

then:

"Growth Technique!"

"Pumping technique!"

Very good, done, no more fear of the deepest gaps that cannot be repaired!
It was really convenient to work with magic. Shen Le skillfully moved hundreds of clay sculptures one by one, patching up gaps and cracks;

Repair broken and worn parts that can be seen at a glance what they originally looked like, such as missing fingers;
Repairing worn and missing parts, or parts that cannot be reconstructed from their original appearance at first glance - these are more troublesome and require looking up a lot of information and doing a lot of research.

Just like when Shen Le was repairing the Thousand-armed Guanyin statue, he even asked Lao You to travel around the country and scan all the Thousand-armed Guanyin statues...

But this time, Shen Le found very strangely that he didn't need to go through so much trouble at all.

These clay sculptures, these figurines, as long as you stand in front of them and touch them, you can naturally feel what they originally looked like:

It was as if these things made of clay were vying to tell him:

This is what I look like!
This is what I looked like when I was first created!

Shen Le entered a strange state. He stood in front of the clay sculptures and pulled them casually, and a lump of clay, some thick and some thin, automatically jumped into his hand.

Then, he would raise his hand and place it on the clay sculpture. The clay would fall on the sculpture as he wished, dissolve, and penetrate into the cracks of the sculpture:

It automatically and consciously moves, presenting a shape that best fits the entire clay sculpture.

He doesn't need to worry about anything. As long as he stays focused and supplies his mental energy, his wishes will come true!

One, then another, ten, twenty, thirty. Shen Le didn't know how long he had been doing this in one breath, until he reached out and grabbed nothing, then he suddenly realized:

"Eh? Where's my fine mud?"

He swayed, and an unprecedented feeling of emptiness and weakness came over him. With a creak, the door of the laboratory opened, and the little guys rushed in:

"Shen Le, what were you doing just now?"

"You are too tired!"

"You can't do this! There are so many statues, you can't finish them all at once!"

"Eat! Eat! Go eat quickly!"

The small oil lamp simply struck out a bolt of lightning, which landed on Shen Le's head. The thin blue lightning penetrated directly into his head, and Shen Le was shocked, and felt his hair stand up.

He quickly raised his hand and touched it. It was good. It wasn't a feeling. He had been lazy and didn't cut his hair during this period. His bangs that had been hanging down had indeed stood straight up. Shen Le didn't know whether to laugh or cry:
"Qingdeng! What are you doing?"

Even if I haven't eaten for a while and I'm starving, it's not worth it for you to chop me off, right? !
【I am here to replenish your energy! 】

The little oil lamp was confident and righteous. Although he could not speak, the voice resounding in his heart was louder than shouting:
[This is what I just realized! Feel it, do you feel stronger all of a sudden?]

I have strength... What kind of strength can I have? Do you think I'm a robot? I can have strength just by charging?
Shen Le didn't know whether to laugh or cry. However, when he raised his hands and took a step, he actually felt that he had a little more strength:

The feeling of emptiness and weakness just now is much less!

So, did I become a rechargeable robot, or did Xiao Youdeng learn some new tricks?
Come to think of it, that blue lightning just now felt a bit like the wood lightning among the five elements of lightning...

If it is a wooden thunder, it is possible to inspire vitality and replenish vitality...

Shen Le couldn't help but think about it, and forgot to go out to find a meal. However, this kind of thinking was soon interrupted by the little guys:

[Shen Le, can you walk? Do you want us to help you? ]

At the critical moment, the women in Luo skirts were more considerate. They stepped forward gracefully, with their wide sleeves fluttering, and together they became a soft seat.

Shen Le was a little touched and a little amused:

"No need, really no need. I can walk by myself - it would be embarrassing to let you carry me to the restaurant!"

[Let me take you there!] Yun Kun rushed over quickly. As he landed in front of Shen Le, the 30-centimeter-long boat became 1 centimeters, then 1.5 meter, then meters.

The length and width of the cabin are just enough for Shen Le to sit inside without falling out:

【Take you there! It won’t take any effort on your part! 】

"You...you can take me there when you have time, or you can go there quickly and pick up the food for me at Tianxianglou..."

The little guys were noisy and making all kinds of tricks. With their care and concern, Shen Le finally filled his stomach and continued to work.

The fellow apprentices brought over a batch of various mixed clay blocks. Shen Le was repairing the clay sculpture while letting go of his perception:

Repairing spiritual items is a hassle, and requires a two-pronged approach.

Not only do we have to repair them physically, but we also have to guide the power of these clay sculptures to flow slowly and reach every corner of them.

By the way, there seems to be an inexplicable connection between these clay sculptures, between the previous one and the next, and between one group and another?
In what ways are they connected?

Formation?
Where are the talisman lines?
Shen Le sensed the power in the clay sculpture and slowly repaired it. It was indeed much more convenient to have magic. Originally, it would take two students ten days to repair a crack in a clay sculpture.
Now Shen Le can complete twenty or thirty clay sculptures by himself in a day.

It took him less than a month to repair all the terracotta warriors.

"Huh...finally done." Shen Le stretched lazily and looked at his work results.

In the studio, rows and rows of figurines carrying boxes, jewelry boxes, toilets, and even coffins stood in rows and rows.

It looks like the Terracotta Warriors from a distance, and it also looks like the Terracotta Warriors from up close - at least it is better than the Terracotta Warriors, after all, there are more remaining colors on it.

As for the Terracotta Warriors, because they were buried underground for such a long time, after they were excavated, the colors on them basically faded away, and they became the grayish appearance that the public sees:
In fact, whether it is the Terracotta Warriors or the marble statues from ancient Greece and Rome, they are all colorful, even deep and strong colors:
It is exactly the same as the statues in the temple today, as evidenced by the inspection reports of the remaining pigments on the Terracotta Warriors and marble statues.

Although the pigment residues have been worn, oxidized, and faded to the point where they are invisible to the naked eye, elemental analysis will not lie.

After all, whether it is the Terracotta Warriors or the marble statues, they are used to serve the dead or the gods. Throughout the ages, humans' imagination of gods has never changed!

After repairing the shapes, Shen Le's next job was to paint them. But now, he sat cross-legged in front of the terracotta warriors, not wanting to move at all:
Only the spiritual power extended out like flowing water, covering these figurines. In what era and with what mood were you created?

What kind of craftsman made you?

After all, using animal skeletons instead of wooden frames in figurines and mixing animal hair into clay blocks is a very rare practice!

If it is an ordinary craftsman, generally speaking, he will follow the rules and do it according to the master's instructions, and he is unlikely to make such a breakthrough;

If it was a scholar who did it purely out of passion, he wouldn't make so many figurines in one go, hundreds or even thousands... Shen Le silently sensed the aura of the figurines. His mental power meandered and called out their names one by one:

After all, there is not enough space in the studio. Even if a large area next to it is taken over, there still cannot be such a large hall - it is mainly necessary to restore the old place to its original state and maintain the appearance.

So, he didn't line these guys up in the order of a wedding procession, but in a long line to see what trouble they would cause.

However, the mental power is connected, it is possible. This one should be in the front, that one should be in the back, the descendants bucket is in the middle, and the coffin must be the last one to be lifted...

No, the breath is not flowing smoothly, I still need to adjust it...

After many twists and turns, he finally got everything done. Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt his whole body sinking, and then swaying upwards:
Hey Hey hey!
what's the situation!
My location!

My vision!

Where is this taking me again!
The view was filled with red. Shen Le calmed himself down several times, lunged forward, and finally lifted a slippery red silk, pressing his face against the wooden frame:

The field of vision was divided into small pieces, the shapes were crooked and it was impossible to tell what was going on.

Through these strange fragments, all you can see are the swaying hems of clothes, the clattering of horses' hooves, and the constantly moving road surface.

Shen Le wanted to stand up, but when he moved a little, his head hit the ceiling with a "bang". He wanted to turn his body, but when he twisted his body a little, he saw shattered shadows everywhere...

There were sounds of music all around, trumpets, suonas, gongs and drums, and the sound of firecrackers was deafening. Shen Le looked up blankly, his eyes pressed against the nearest hole, trying to look out:

Is this a sedan chair?
It's a sedan chair, right?
The sedan chair was a particularly good one, with tassels hanging down from the outside and layers of carvings, full of dazzling things - it was these carvings that cut his vision into tiny pieces;
But this sedan is too small!
People sit in the seats that are almost as wide as their shoulders. They sit still, with their backs against the car, their knees against the front door, and their heads only a palm’s height from the ceiling…

Wait, this sedan doesn’t even have a door!

There is no door!!!

Shen Le vaguely recalled that this was the luxurious sedan chair he saw in the middle of the team of terracotta warriors. It was luxurious enough, but it didn't consider the feelings of the people sitting in it at all:
So how do you get people in?

How do you plan to get people out afterwards?

What will you do if the person in the sedan chair gets hungry, tired, or needs to go to the toilet?

Don't ignore the user for the sake of appearance!

No, why am I sitting in the sedan chair?

Yun Kun was shouting before, "You'll never be able to get married if you keep doing this." After all that shouting, did I really get married?

Who on earth married me?
Be quiet, be quiet, don't be afraid... It's just a memory, but the angle of this memory is a bit tricky...

He hammered the sedan twice. Perhaps it was not him who hammered it, but in the memory of these wedding figurines, the bride could not bear it anymore and hammered the sedan to call for help.

People came right away, laughing outside and patting the edge of the sedan chair:
"Sister, are you hungry? Or tired? Just bear with it for a while, it will be here in two hours - you are going to marry into a wealthy family, so you have to prepare a grand ceremony so that your in-laws will look upon you with respect!"

Aren’t you really afraid that I will starve to death in the sedan chair? No, it’s not me who is getting married, you are almost dizzy—are you really not afraid that the bride will starve to death in the sedan chair?
Two hours!

Four hours!

No food, no water, and no toileting for four hours!

You have to sit in such a small and stuffy place, swaying all the way there, and when you get there, there is a whole series of ceremonies!

Isn't this making the bride look up to her in-laws? Is this torturing the bride in advance by her parents?

Shen Le kept roaring and raging in his heart. However, no one paid attention to the person in the sedan chair. The brother of the bride who was escorting the bride quickly dodged with the hooves of his horse and raised his voice again:
"Everyone, come on! We are almost out of this mountain road! Tidy up yourselves, those who have ears should straighten their ears, and those who have tails should tuck in their tails!"

"understood!"

"Don't worry!"

"I will never let the young lady down!"

A series of laughter echoed from the front and back of the sedan chair. Shen Le could understand every word, but he listened attentively, but not every word was human language:

There were fox calls, monkey cries, mice squeaks, and heavy grunts of wild boars. It seemed that this wedding procession was very complicated and the human content was very suspicious...

Wait, there are so many monsters?
How were so many monsters gathered together? Whose daughter was it that brought them together for the wedding?
She can’t be the sister of the tiger!!!

That's a tigress in the literal sense!
And what about the Terracotta Warriors?

He stayed quietly in the sedan chair, looking around, wishing he could suddenly become smaller, climb out of the sedan chair, and take a closer look at the situation of the wedding procession.

However, the copper piece did not give him the ability to grow or shrink. Even if it did, he could not use it in a memory.

The sedan chair swayed, and the entourage played music and danced as they walked from day to night, and from night to the moon's zenith.

Wait, when Chinese people talk about weddings, “婚者，昏也” (marriage means dusk) does not mean that you will get married when you are dizzy, but that weddings are usually held at dusk.

How come it’s already midnight?

How can we get married in the middle of the night? This is not in accordance with the custom!

But no one answered his question. The bride's wedding procession was laughing and joking, walking happily, and the road became flatter and wider.
The man didn't seem to be surprised by the time. They opened the door as usual, brought the sedan in as usual, and -

Wait, is this sedan chair unloaded?!

Shen Le watched the sedan chair stop and the groom shoot three arrows in front of it.

Then, he watched as the bearers pulled out a mechanism on the sedan chair, lifted up the huge top, and removed it:
The top of the sedan chair was layered with pavilions, towers, figures and stories carved on it in an extremely intricate manner. This alone took up one-third of the height of the entire sedan chair.

Shen Le seriously suspected that the sedan had to compress its internal volume in order to have such a huge roof. Otherwise, if the internal space was comfortable, the entire sedan would not be able to be lifted...

After removing the top of the sedan chair, the doors were removed. A luxurious sedan chair was taken apart like a small house.

The bride was then able to wear a phoenix crown on her head, wear an intricate and heavy wedding dress, and cover her head with a veil, and was helped out over the railing.

If the door of the sedan chair was not removed but opened outwards, then the wedding dress would have at least three or five holes in it!
Thank God, Shen Le found that he was standing next to the bride, instead of being attached to her body.

In other words, even if there is a wedding later, he will not be experiencing it from a first-person perspective.

He looked around happily, watching the bride bow to heaven and earth, then to her parents, and then to each other before being escorted to the bridal chamber. He could no longer control his steps and slid over to the wedding procession:

Hey, wait, wait!
Where is the wedding procession?
Why did it disappear?
Where are all those people carrying the dowry?
Where are all these people playing music and dancing?

Where are the sedan bearers?
Where's the sedan?!

Shen Le searched for a long time before he found a dog hole in the corner of the courtyard wall.

The entire wedding procession had shrunk several times in size. They lined up and passed through the dog hole, winding their way out.

Going around the courtyard wall and into the backyard, one by one, they jumped into a heavy dowry box and lined up neatly:
Then, a ray of light flashed by, and those who could walk, talk and laugh, carry sedan chairs and boxes, play suona and trumpet...

The bride, who was dressed in brightly coloured clothes, instantly turned into a stiff clay figurine.

Shen Le: “…”

Etc., etc!
Where are the maids, servants, domestic servants, and roommates?

Where are the servants who were supposed to come with you when you get married?

Have they all turned into clay figures?
Just leave the bride alone at her husband's house, letting her face the rest of her life alone, and don't care?
The entire wedding procession retreated and turned into clay figurines?
What does this mean?

And - I still haven't figured out what family the man is from, what family the woman is from, I don't even know the dynasty!
It was too late. Before he could rush back to the main hall and ask someone, the scene in front of him had already shattered like a dream bubble.

Shen Le opened his eyes and saw rows and rows of clay figurines standing in front of him. Some were as big as a thousand-worker's bed, while others were as small as a seal that could be circled with a thumb and index finger. They were neatly arranged...

"So, can you please tell me which family the bride is marrying into?"

The clay figurines are speechless.

The clay figurines did not move.

However, when Shen Le tried to extend his mental power again to wrap these clay figurines and try to find the secrets in them, he unexpectedly discovered something:

"The bodies of these clay figurines - no, not on them, but when they are arranged in a line, the lines of power that resonate on their bodies are so strange!"

So strange, and so familiar... as if I've seen it somewhere... He must have seen it before, he must be remembering it correctly...

Shen Le tried hard to search his brains, and at the same time tried to use his mental strength to outline these lines and activate their power.

Once, twice, three times, when he succeeded, the copper sheet hummed and something lit up before his eyes:
"No, wait!"

"Don't teleport me away!"

"At least give me time to leave a message!!!"

(End of this chapter)