The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 507: Expelling the Tartars and Restoring China Successfully! - What, which time are you talking about?
Shen Le smiled and watched the cold wind sweep, fly, and dissipate.

In the memory guided by the copper disc, or from his extraordinary perspective, he even saw the different military spirits of the two camps -

On one side, it suddenly surged like a raging fire, covering the sky above the military camp, and then swept down in a raging rush;

The other side quickly collapsed and broke into pieces, tottering under the impact of the opposing military spirit.

The military spirit in the military camp was boiling and surging, rushing down towards the stone ball that had injured the Tatar Khan:

"hurry up!"

"Hurry up!"

"If we hurry up, we can still save the people - no, save the ghosts! Anyway, save them..."

From a perspective that only he could see, Shen Le was anxious, urging, and stamping his feet in the unchangeable history. The demons in the stone ball——

Even though they were all ghosts, and had died once, and even though half of them were monsters in their previous lives, not humans...

But who can say they are not warriors?

If he is a soldier, he should be rescued!

Since they can exist in our military spirit and even attack, it means that our military spirit can accommodate them and even protect them - hurry up! You guys hurry up!

The army was full of energy and rushed down quickly.

Although the morale of the Tatars was crumbling and they were divided into pieces, the center where the Khan was located was still trying to gather together and resist the invasion from the outside.

The stone ball, which had already stopped rolling, was even corroded by the military spirit, making a small explosion. A cold wind whistled and quickly rushed out from the stone ball, rushing forward one after another, rushing towards the Tatar Khan:

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The moment they rushed out of the stone ball, they began to melt rapidly in the sunlight and under the corrosion of the enemy's military spirit. While melting, they also rushed forward:
That’s the Tatar Khan!
Even just a bite!
If you can't bite him, just touch him and let him be infected by some of his negative energy!
Anyway, when they came out, they had no plan to go back, and no plan to survive - if they could defeat a Khan, their life would be worth it!

"Come back soon!!!" Shen Le clenched his fists in his memory. He watched the whistling wind, and incomplete shapes appeared in the light black wind:

An armored warrior with half of his right arm broken off, his body burning in flames.

He gritted his teeth, pulled down his right arm with his left hand, and threw it in the direction of the Tatar Khan with all his strength.
An old farmer, hunched over, ran away with a pitchfork in his hands. As he ran, his body shrank rapidly, his feet, calves, and thighs rolled upwards and shrank little by little.

It was as if all the Yin energy that made up the body was shrunk to the upper body, and then poured into the hands. Finally, even the head became blurred, and only the pitchfork was deeply inserted into the enemy's military energy, unchanged for a long time.

A black cat was wagging its tail frantically, beating the flames on its body, trying to slow down the burning process.

The back half of its body turned into smoke, but it bit the military spirit outside the Khan's body and allowed itself to be slowly burned to ashes...

Just like this, one after another, they continued to attack.

They burned in the sunlight and military spirit, and disappeared one by one. However, the strange force field surrounding the Tatar Khan was also thinned layer by layer, almost touching his body:
Shen Le was spinning around. He had tried to pounce on him several times, but his memory had fixed his perspective, so he couldn't move forward at all.

At this moment, a golden light burst out from under the feet of the Tartar Khan, from where his blood was dripping.

The golden light became brighter and brighter, and the muddy ground where the Tartar soldiers stepped, the surrounding land, the hillsides, the mountains, and the river behind them...

Like the sound of a mountain and the echo of a valley, golden light surged out from every corner that Shen Le could and could not imagine. With just one movement, the morale of the Tartar soldiers was dispersed;

The second time it rolled, the dark wind that was about to be burned out from the stone ball was dyed into golden light particles;

The third time it rolled, a thin golden wind turned around and sank into the bamboo tube, disappearing. As the military spirit collapsed, the Tatar soldiers attacking from the foot of the mountain also issued a sharp cry:
"The Khan is not dead! The Khan is not dead!"

"The Khan is injured!"

"Withdraw, withdraw——"

Dangdangdangdangdang——woooooooooooooo——

The sound of a gong and a long horn sounded at the same time, which was obviously an order to withdraw the troops. The flags fluttered, and the Tatar soldiers who were attacking the city retreated hastily, while the defenders on the city, without any prior agreement, breathed a sigh of relief:
"The Tartars have withdrawn..."

"The troops have finally withdrawn..."

"We won!"

"We won this battle!"

"Victory! Victory—"

There were cheers, shouts, and even cries of joy. Of course, among all the joyful sounds, there was inevitably some noise:
"Ah, the young lady is about to give birth! Quick, quickly carry her away——"

Shen Le smiled slightly. So that's how it is. So, it's such a great victory!

These beings, worshipped by the common people and nurtured by the mountains and rivers, have fought bravely and sacrificed their lives.
And this land soaked in the blood of Yanhuang responded to them without hesitation, giving them rewards and rewards.

Very good, that's how it should be!

The golden light in front of him slowly dimmed. Shen Le opened his eyes and looked around:
He was still in the studio, in front of the machine tool, with the pen holder fixed upright on the machine tool's fixture.

The difference is that the machine tool has stopped at some point, and all the details of the engraving on the pen holder have been adjusted to perfection:

It is perfect, just like when it was first carved, or as if it was carried to the top of the city wall by the mistress of the pen holder to participate in that earth-shattering attack.

Even if it was Shen Le - no, even if it was the strongest carving master that Shen Le could hire, it would be impossible to repair it so perfectly!
"You finally fixed it..."

Shen Le gently stretched out his hand and stroked the thin layer of dust on the pen holder that had not yet been wiped away, sighing silently.

A warm current came from his fingertips, as if the pen holder came alive and greeted him, and then -

【kill! 】

【Kill the Tartars! 】

【Kill, kill, kill! 】

[Let me go!!!] Creak, creak, creak. The wooden pen holder, which had turned jade, struggled madly in the clamp, twisting left and right.

That is to say, there is a thick layer of rubber on the clamp to prevent ugly scratches on the pen holder. Even so, Shen Le did not dare to let it go and rushed over:
"I'll let you go! I'll let you go! Stop it!"

He quickly turned off the power of the lathe, threw himself on it, and hugged the pen holder tightly. Then, he freed one hand, slowly loosened the clamp, and picked up the pen holder:

"No need to kill the Tartars! No need! The Tartar Khan is already dead! We have already succeeded in expelling the Tartars and restoring China!"

The pen holder was stunned for a long time before slowly calming down. It conveyed a wave of confusion, as if whispering:

【Didn't you say to drive out the barbarians? 】

"It's the Tartars!"

Shen Le was also stunned for a moment. The pen holder struggled again, not quite believing it:
[Obviously they are barbarians! ——Then what are the last two sentences of "drive out the barbarians and restore China"? 】

"Establishing the Republic of China and equalizing land rights!" Shen Le answered very fluently.

This is something that every class of students has to take exams on, from junior high school to high school, to university history and then to postgraduate entrance exams. There is absolutely no way he could have memorized it wrong!
Also, after the founding of the Republic of China and the equalization of land rights, there were several iterations before we finally reached the current New China.

However, isn't this knowledge a bit too much for a pen holder that has been sleeping for hundreds of years?

[You are talking nonsense!] The pen holder became even more excited. It struggled hard from Shen Le's arms and jumped to the ground. It didn't stand firmly and rolled to the ground, while rolling, shouting:
[It was clearly to drive out the barbarians, restore China, establish rules and regulations, and save the people! What nonsense are you talking about! ——So did it succeed? ! ! ]

Ah, this... sounds like it makes sense... and it rhymes, and seems very comfortable to recite.

In short, it feels like it was written by a master, so could it be a previous version of Mr. Sun Yat-sen's program, or a detailed version of it?
"Success, success!" He hurriedly coaxed the pen holder.

The pen holder had begun to get excited. It kept expanding and expanding, spinning on the ground, emitting rays of white light, making itself look like a firework lying on the ground.

And under the call of the white light, clay sculptures appeared from nowhere, lined up in a row and flew towards the mouth of the tube.

Looking at the momentum, the pen holder seems to be pretending to be a clay sculpture and leaving if there is any disagreement.

[Hahahaha…hahahaha…]

A series of clear laughter rippled from the shelf. Along with the laughter, soft colorful light flew up, scattering on the pen holder and all the clay sculptures.

Lan Zhuang opened the lid of the box with a click, then closed it, opened it again, and closed it again. Shen Le guessed that if she had a human body, she would have laughed so hard that she fell backwards:

[Establishing principles and rules to help the people was what Zhu Yuanzhang said... Founding the Republic of China and equalizing land rights was what Dr. Sun Yat-sen said... How can they collide with each other...]

As they laughed, colorful lights flashed, and a large screen appeared in front of everyone. On the screen, scenes from the past kept appearing:
From the Battle of Yashan to the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, from the Ming to the Qing Dynasty, from the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, and from the Republic of China to the declaration on the Tiananmen Gate Tower.

Shen Le slowly opened his mouth:

"...No, your current display level is so detailed?"

Even if it can't catch up with a 200-inch screen, at least it can catch up with a 200-inch projector!
The last shot is definitely from "The Founding Ceremony of the Nation". It was ripped off in its original form, and the only thing that’s missing is the sound!

【of course! 】

Lan Zhuang answered happily. Cai Guang even twisted a little, as if she turned around lightly:

[They are usually too lazy to study on their own, so I show them movies, and they all enjoy watching them! ]

Thanks to enough historical dramas and documentaries, Lan Zhuang watches them when she is bored and has stored enough information...

The pen holder slowly quieted down. Beside the pen holder, a group of clay figures that had not had time to jump in lined up and looked up.

Even the clay sculptures that had already jumped in poked their heads out of the tube mouth, as if they were concentrating on watching the past - perhaps for them, it was a piece of future history.

Shen Le quietly stepped back a few steps, hid himself behind the shrine, and opened the door of the shrine cabinet:
"Go, catch them, don't let them run away!"

The hair quietly flowed out, half of it blocked all the doors and windows, and the other half was wrapped around the pen holder and every clay sculpture. Shen Le was still a little worried:

This pen holder and these clay sculptures, if they have a disagreement, can really disappear along the earth's veins!

He took a step forward and looked down. Fortunately, the group of clay figurines carrying the dowry had not jumped in yet, especially the first one:
He reached out and grasped the copper seal in his palm. The copper seal struggled violently, spitting out waves of hot fluid, as if it wanted to burn Shen Le's palm until it was peeling:

Fortunately, after Shen Le injected two waves of internal energy into it, it calmed down obediently. With it as the center, thousands of threads spread out, leading to every clay sculpture:
[Okay, let me go. I won’t run away.]

Finally, a long sigh sounded in Shen Le's heart. Shen Le was stunned:
"how?"

[So it has become like this... So many years have passed...]

The pen holder sighed deeply. The clay sculptures bowed their heads quietly, as if they were reminiscing, or paying tribute to their deceased ancestors:
[It’s been so long... I lost a lot of strength, and forgot a lot of things... Finally, I woke up again...]

It kept talking. Shen Le sat down beside it and listened quietly:

After that battle, they lost too much spirituality, and many of their friends were almost wiped out. Even if they received feedback, they could only fall into silence and rest quietly:
But by the time I finished my recuperation and opened my eyes again to look at the world, it was already too late.

The universe rotated, dynasties changed, and even they themselves fell apart into several parts:
The pen holders that held them have disappeared, leaving only the stone walls that allowed them to rest in the mountains and rivers in a mottled state.

Their spirituality can only support them to wander in the mountains and rivers. If they meet a lovely girl, or a girl who is happy to get married, they will give her a ride.
When they encountered people fleeing for their lives, they tried their best to rescue them and helped them escape;
When I have nothing to do, I sleep in the cave, or float to the top of the mountain to absorb the moonlight...

[But it’s been too long… too long, there’s no one with great powers refining it, no one with incense and offerings…

The seal of [Patrol the Mountains and Control the Waters] could have helped us, but it was split and broken... We became weaker and weaker, and finally, we couldn't remember anything...】

What I can still remember is the joy that came from the bottom of my heart when I sent my daughter off to get married for the first time.

Joy, longing, happiness, expectation...

[It’s great... Finally, a peaceful and prosperous era has arrived... No more wars, no more killing Tartars, everyone can live happily...]

It admired sincerely. Shen Le also smiled. Before he finished laughing, an angry voice suddenly interrupted:

[Who said there wasn't? The Japanese pirates attacked me a few days ago! I haven't fought back yet! ]

Shen Le's smile suddenly froze.

(End of this chapter)