The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 532: With this level of flirting skills, the girl will be envied by the whole city for decades, right?
Go and “win” a palace lantern?
Almost immediately, Shen Le saw Shan Shan's eyes light up. She stared at the young man in blue clothes without blinking, watching him walk forward step by step:

No matter how brightly lit the building was, her eyes only reflected the figure of that person. That person alone lit up the brilliance of her eyes, surpassing all the splendor and luxury of the Lantern Festival.

"what……"

Shen Le couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Why does he have a girl...

There is such a girl who looks at him wholeheartedly...

I also want to have one... No, forget it. As for me, that girl should at least be able to accept all the supernatural things in the mansion and the little ones around me, right?
I'm not attracted to the boss lady...

He sighed, followed closely, and followed the young man in blue. The young man walked quickly to the front of the building, and when he was about to step onto the stairs, he suddenly turned around and waved to her:
Shanshan laughed immediately. She waved her hands vigorously, and the boy raised his eyebrows, nodded and smiled at her. Shen Le sighed again beside her:
Oh, this is a natural ability to pick up girls. If I had this level...

Wake up, even if I have this level, I still need to have the right girl around me!
Forget it, let’s just watch the show. No matter what, in my memory, I can’t pick up girls.

He followed the young man up the stairs. The gatekeeper, probably seeing the young man's extravagant clothes, did not stop him but smiled and let him in.

Entering the lobby on the first floor, there is a large table in front of you. Two waiters are holding trays and welcoming guests attentively:
"Does the distinguished guest want to win the lantern?"

The young man in blue nodded, reached into the tray, and pulled out a paper roll. He unfolded the paper roll and smiled softly:
"Why should it be abandoned? Replace it with a sheep - guess a word. Hmm, should it be the word '佯' in '佯為予赵城'?"

The waiter on the left smiled and nodded, bowed slightly, and took a lantern from the waiter behind him. The young man in blue waved his hand and took another paper roll from another waiter's tray:
"Love is only the shadow before the lamp..."

Does it sound like a request for couplets? Shen Le turned his head to look at the street lights outside, scratching his head, trying hard to squeeze out the pitiful ink in his stomach.

The young man in blue hesitated for a moment, then answered fluently:

"There is no way to keep the flowers in the moon forever."

"Passionate" is paired with "no plan", "only" is paired with "stay forever", and "shadow in front of the lamp" is paired with "flowers in the moon", which sounds very good.

Shen Le saw another waiter also bowed and took a lantern, but did not pass it on. The two waiters turned sideways toward the stairs, raised the lanterns slightly, and lit the way up the stairs in a questioning manner:

Does this mean constant challenges and accumulation of rewards?
Shen Le curiously followed the young man in blue clothes up the stairs step by step. The first floor was filled with lantern riddles and couplets, the second floor was filled with poems and lyrics, and the third floor was filled with bright lights and guests.

The boy had to put aside his work of answering questions to win lanterns and started to bow and greet everyone one by one and call people one by one.

Shen Le took the opportunity to lie down on the third floor and looked down. The lights below were like a sea, and the position of the stars could no longer be seen. He could only see a tall building in the distance, which was also rising from the ground and was also brightly lit.

He turned another half circle, and in front of him was a vast river with sails like a forest. The lights on the boats were reflected in the center of the river, and the flames were like dragons.

Shen Le sighed deeply, lost in thought. Then he heard someone behind him chanting:
"There are so many guests in Qingfeng Tower, and the silver candles are burning brightly at Haimen..."

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"We should make this clear!"

The guests cheered. Shen Le turned his head and saw the young man in blue slowly put down his brush and brought a long scroll covered with ink to the chief.

Several old men at the table were reading and praising the book in a low voice. After a moment, one of them filled a cup and raised it to the other table:

"Brother Zhao, your son is truly a rising star, unstoppable! Given time, it won't be difficult for him to be on the list of top talents!"

"No, no, he can only write two lines." A middle-aged man in his forties at the next table raised his glass in response, speaking in a humble manner, but his eyes were full of pride.

Shen Le tried hard to recall:
Well, it seems that members of the royal family of the Southern Song Dynasty could take the imperial examinations.

Taking the imperial examination and becoming an official, although there are more restrictions than for ordinary scholars, and the scope of office is narrower, but it is better than relying on favors and salary, or relying on connections to become an official, right?
The young man's article, which might be a policy paper, was unanimously recognized by everyone present.

The waiter standing next to the chief seat saw that the bosses all nodded, so he asked someone to get a bamboo pole and reached out of the window to pick up the lantern.

As soon as he moved, the young man stopped him:
"Wait a minute. I want the one on top!"

That night, most of the officials and local gentry who participated in the banquet and had fun with the people laughed, except for "Brother Zhao" who frowned slightly.

The old man in the middle of the chief nodded at the young man, shook his head and smiled:

"You are young, but you have a big heart! If you want to get that lamp, you must be both civil and military - if you go and get it yourself, is it possible to get it?"

The young man nodded without hesitation, bowed, and walked to the window. The "Brother Zhao" frowned and stopped him:
"Brother Ying! Your body and hair are all given by your parents. Don't be too reckless, or you may fall down!"

"Uncle, don't worry." The young man bowed properly and jumped out of the eaves. Shen Le took a breath and saw him jump up lightly and reach out to grab the bracket under the eaves.

After swinging three times and two times, he had reached the eaves without knowing when. His slender body curled up and suddenly flipped over. In an instant, Shen Le heard a huge wave of sound rolling up from the bottom of Qingfeng Building -

Shanshan's high-pitched exclamation should have been caught in the middle, but it was not audible at all. Shen Le could not help but press the railing, jumped out, and floated out:

Fortunately, this memory supports flying, so he can float outside the eaves and then fly to the same level as the top roof.

Looking up, the young man was trying to stand up on the tiles, and walked up carefully step by step:
The streets were bustling with people, more than 10,000 people, looking up at his standing figure. They watched him walk to the top of the tower, take down the revolving lantern, and hold it high:

After showing it around, he quickly returned to the eaves and flipped down!

There was another huge exclamation, which lasted for a long time. Shen Le floated down from the eaves with a smile, watching him holding a lantern and walking towards Shanshan step by step;
Seeing Shanshan's cheeks flushed with excitement, she ran over with her skirt lifted up, and finally she still had a little reserve and didn't throw herself directly into Aying's arms;
Watching them fold their hands, hold them on the pole of the colorful lantern, and raise them high, so that the colorful lantern illuminates the two figures standing side by side;

Looking at the crowd around, especially the young girls walking on the bridge, they couldn't help but cheer and sigh...

"Ah... With this incident, all the girls in the city must have envied her for decades..."

Shen Le also sighed. This scene will be passed down by the girls who witnessed it, heard about it from relatives and friends, and heard about it from passers-by, to their daughters and granddaughters, and passed down from generation to generation, right?
Then, all the girls, when they think of her, will be fascinated and write the word "envy" hundreds of times...

"Brother Huang, the girl below seems to be a lady from the Jun family?"

On the upper floor of Qingfeng Building, some people were leaning on the railings, looking down, pointing and talking, and some even started to make advances on the spot:
"Which one is it?"

"Well, it should be from the third room..." Another man in navy blue brocade narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully:

"I'm not sure. I'll have to go back and ask my wife..."

"Please go back and ask. Judging from what this silly boy of mine is saying, I will send someone to your house the day after tomorrow at the latest!"

"That's great!" Someone next to him immediately interrupted:
"The Huang family is a well-known family with a long history. It's a good opportunity to marry into our family. Not bad! I am willing to be the iceman!"

Are you all first-class players in stirring up trouble? Shen Le rolled his eyes silently. He could not accept the fact that these local leaders were as gossipy as ordinary people.

He simply floated down and followed the young couple, watching them holding hands and disappearing in the rolling waves:
By the way, when was the Huang Clan Ancestral Hall rebuilt? It seems to be in the information, I will take a look later...

I hope they can escape the invasion of the Yuan army... grow old together... be... happy...

The scenery of the Lantern Festival in front of him became increasingly blurred. When Shen Le regained consciousness, he was already standing in the old house, between two blackened ironwood pillars.

When he looked again, the color of the pillar had slowly turned back to the color of the new wooden pillar he had repaired. The carbon ash and the burning smell were gone...

"So you still have some resentment coming out?"

Shen Le took out a small square box provided by the Special Affairs Bureau, which was specially used to measure spiritual values. He fixed it on a long pole with a "click", and walked around the ancient house.

Most places were completely normal after he absorbed the breath for the third time and threw it into the model. However, the twelve charred pillars still showed abnormal values.

The most special thing is that the pillar where people were nailed to death has arrow holes on its surface!
Shen Le sighed, leaped up, and jumped onto the beam. He summoned the breeze to lift him up so that he wouldn't accidentally fall. He walked to the pillar, stretched his hand forward, and pressed it against the pillar:

"Do you have that iron arrowhead, or not? If you do, can you spit it out yourself, without the trouble of me splitting the pillar apart?"

The pillar shook violently under his hand, and a surge of hot current rushed to Shen Le's palm, almost shouting with all his might, or crying desperately.

Shen Le tentatively sent a little heat flow over, and the pillar made a cracking sound, and a thin crack appeared on it...

"Etc., etc!"

Shen Le quickly called a halt. He withdrew his hand, jumped off the ground, rushed out and brought back a camera. He set up the tripod, adjusted the focus, and turned on the video mode:
Whatever happens, be sure to record it!
Otherwise, how can you prove that an arrowhead was picked out of a pillar by just touching it?
What if you bought it at an antique market?

He turned over and jumped onto the pillar again, and began to input heat. The heat slowly permeated the pillar, and the pillar shook again, suddenly turning on the vortex mode, greedily sweeping in.

Shen Le tried his best to use his internal energy to increase the supply speed, until it was "full", and then he saw it cracking.

As a result of the crack, the mortise and tenon joints of the two lower columns, the iron hoops that held the columns in place, and even the beams and stone foundations connected to the columns all began to shake.
"Just make a small hole! No need to make such a big crack!" Shen Le quickly stopped it.

While shouting, he gathered the heat flow and concentrated it to the location of the iron arrowhead, extending a line from the palm to the arrowhead:
"That's enough! Squeeze the two sides and spit out the arrowhead! If you can't spit it out, just leave a hole for me so I can take it out!"

The pillar shook again, then reluctantly quieted down, revealing a dark hole. Shen Le lay at the hole and looked around, then stretched out his hand to measure the hole, sighed, and jumped down:

The hole was too narrow and too deep for him to reach in, so he had to find a tool to fish it out. Where were the fire tongs?

Or, where did his fellow apprentices put the clips they used to pick up items? If one person hides something, ten thousand people can't find it...

As soon as my feet touched the ground and I took a step, the shaking sound above my head suddenly became louder.

Shen Le stopped and turned his head, looking back quickly, and saw that the hard and smooth pillar was moving rapidly on its surface...

The pillars were moving, which was a weird scene. What was even more weird was that a black thing flew out of the hole in the pillars, drew a parabola, and fell, fell, and fell...

"Hey! Don't break it!"

Shen Le quickly ran towards the thing. As he ran, he pointed his finger, and a breeze came out, wrapping it tightly.

When I ran to the place and took it, it was indeed the iron arrowhead, covered with rust, which was automatically spit out by the pillar...

"Ah, that's it... okay." I asked you to spit but you didn't. I was about to poke it in with a pair of tongs, and you started spitting it out. Does this mean you'll have to drink a penalty if you don't accept my toast?
Shen Le found a sample box, wrapped the iron arrowhead, marked it, and carefully placed it aside. Then he jumped onto the beam to check, and found that there was no deep hole on the beam, not even a 1mm wide gap...

Apart from a bit of black gas bubbling out continuously, it was almost a normal pillar.

"Okay, now I have to prove that there is really an iron arrowhead in this pillar - it was spit out by it, not something I bought at the antique market."

Shen Le sighed, jumped off the beam, and walked out of the hall. After a moment, he returned to his original position, with a string of beads hanging around his neck, like a Christmas tree:

"First, let's take a picture...take a picture of this section of the pillar." Shen Le picked up his mobile phone, camera, and the special camera modified by the Special Affairs Bureau, and took a picture with each.

The pictures taken by mobile phones and cameras showed normal pillars, but the pictures taken by the special camera of the Special Affairs Bureau showed obvious scars and black air on the pillars, and the location could be determined at a glance.

Shen Le picked up the X-ray diffractometer again and scanned back and forth on the column from top to bottom and from left to right.

At most locations, the elemental composition analyzed was nothing special. However, at the location where the pillar "spit out" the iron arrow cluster, there was obvious presence of iron elements!
"Very good! This proves that it was not forged by me!"

Shen Le nodded with satisfaction. Finally, he took out the sampling bag and a small brush and gently brushed the pillar.

After scanning layer after layer, and then scanning it again with a diffractometer, I was very satisfied to find a small amount of rust. The chain of evidence is linked together, perfect!
In the end, there was only one imperfection left. The ironwood pillars, which were charred black by spiritual perception, still had resentment slowly bubbling out.

Shen Le walked around them and entered into a state of meditation. He could hear the sound of swords, cries, and shouts.
"Tsk...does this mean that I should seal it again?"

The ancient house had this request, and Shen Le had no other choice. If he left it alone, the resentment would accumulate and easily entangle the two junior brothers and sisters:
Although no one has been hurt so far, who knows?
What if!
He teleported back to his home, and came back again with the model in his arms, capturing the new resentment into the model.

After all this going on, it was already evening. The old house was quiet in the twilight, without any sign of a threatening presence.

Shen Le returned to his residence with the instruments and the ancient arrowhead, and showed them to his instructor:

"…That's basically it. I believe that when you first started repairing the ancient house, you shouldn't have had these, but for some reason, I input power into it, and it spit this stuff out to me…"

"Um……"

The instructor held the iron arrowhead across the sample box, looking left and right, up and down. After a long while, he handed it to Ma Xuanyu:
"Take photos of it, and then do tests. We need to do tests on the material, age, surface contamination, and especially the luminol test!"

"It's been hundreds of years, and they can still do it..."

Ma Xuanyu held the sample box in both hands, as if he was holding a bomb, his hands were shaking. Shen Le looked at him and couldn't help but sigh:

"Don't be afraid, I've already calmed it down. It won't suddenly fly up and prick you—"

"what!!!"

Junior Brother Ma's hands trembled, and if Shen Le hadn't reached out and held it in time, he would have almost thrown the sample box away. Next to him, another senior brother saw that he was useless and stepped forward to grab it:

"Leave it to me! This house didn't find me, so I'll do the experiment. It won't prick me!"

Having said that, seeing how he was clenching the sample box so tightly that his knuckles turned white, he probably didn't seem very reassured.

Shen Le waved at him and turned to Junior Sister Huang:

"By the way, can you help me check the information..."

The junior students all dispersed and went back to work. The old professor watched them leave, then suddenly sighed and turned to Shen Le:
"Okay, what secrets does this house have that you want to send them all away? Don't worry, just tell me. Your teacher is old and can still bear it..."

Shen Le was silent for a moment. He reached out and pressed the back of his mentor's hand, pressing hard:
"Boss, don't worry, it's okay. At most, a few people died in the house. Well, even if there were dozens of people, it wouldn't be a big deal. You are my student, I can handle it!"

"You can handle the death of dozens of people?!"

That's because you didn't see Yun Kun's background. You didn't see that when Yun Kun sank, at least hundreds of people died on the ship, and at least tens of thousands of people died on the surrounding battlefields.

Not to mention that before it sank, a sacrificial ceremony was held, and who knows how many wandering ghosts were summoned onto the ship.

I can handle any situation like that. What do I have to be afraid of? It's just an old house!
Shen Le calmly pressed the back of the mentor, sending out heat that flowed through his body. After he relaxed peacefully, stretched his body, and breathed a comfortable breath, he said seriously:

"Boss, don't worry. Nothing will happen. If we can't handle it, I'll have the engineering team dig up the old house and send it to the wilderness. I'll summon 60 people. I don't believe there will be any resentment left!"

60's persuasiveness seemed to be even greater than Shen Le's. The instructor finally calmed down a little and no longer looked worried.

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to pull him up:

"Boss, let's not worry about that. Let's go out for dinner. It's my treat. I've been in Qitong City for several days, and I haven't tried their special dishes yet!"

"Eat! Eat!"

"eat delicious food!"

As soon as they heard that Shen Le was inviting them to dinner, five or six heads popped out from the next room. Junior Brother Ma Xuanyu, who was trembling just now, shouted the loudest:

"Brother, I want to eat ginger duck! This is a century-old restaurant with the most authentic Stan ginger duck. We have been there several times but we couldn't get in line because there were too many people!"

If you can’t get a spot, how can I?

Or do you want me to use the favor of Tianhou Temple or Guanyue Temple just for a duck?
Shen Le sighed silently, having no hope for his fellow apprentices' logical abilities. However, as soon as he stood up, a group of young men surrounded him, and seven or eight of them pushed him out:

"Let's go!"

"Go!"

"We want to order two ducks! One duck is only enough for three people!"

"A duck weighs four pounds! Can you eat it? Are you all pigs?!"

There was a lot of noise and shoving. Shen Le relaxed and was pushed out of the door, into the car, and headed straight to the main store of the Ginger Duck.

Before the car arrived, the young men in the car collectively screamed:
"It's over and there's another long queue—"

“The queue has reached Guanyue Temple!”

"What time can we eat tonight?"

Shen Le pinched his nose, endured the pungent smell of incense, and stood at the end of the line, hoping that a bubble head spell would be thrown at him.

I took out my phone and checked. Well, the main store they went to was 250 meters away from Guanyue Temple.

It’s a quick walk, only 4 minutes, but imagine the 250-meter-long queue…

"Mr. Shen? Are you here to play too?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the side. Shen Le turned his head and saw the keeper of Guanyue Temple, walking out slowly with incense all over his body.

He pointed forward with a bitter face. The temple keeper was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter:

"Why are you here just now? If you don't want to line up here, you have to be at the store at 4pm!"

He took out his cell phone and called someone. While talking, he waved to Shen Le and led them forward.

When they arrived at the door of the store, a fat middle-aged man came out hurriedly, greeted Shen Le and his group, and then went to the side and quickly arranged seats for them.

As soon as I turned around, two huge casseroles were brought in, two pots of steaming ginger duck, the skin was reddish brown and oily, the meat was dry, fragrant and firm, the aroma of old ginger and the fresh fragrance of duck meat hit me in the face.

Shen Le only ate one piece, and then he couldn't help but bury his head, eating piece by piece, unable to stop. While eating, he turned his head outside, looking at the shining lights on the street and the endless stream of people:
He was suddenly in a trance. At the end of the long street, on the tall restaurant, there seemed to be a pair of figures leaning against each other, looking down, smiling slightly.

(End of this chapter)