The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 569: Shen Le's spell of repairing like this won't turn a little bloodstain into a living person, right?
"Zheng Mo, can you do this?"

"This is to reshape the iron sheet, not to hammer in nails!"

The little guys wanted to work for him. Shen Le was touched, but still a little... his self-esteem was hurt. Besides, little Modou, you are a carpenter leader!
You are not the chief blacksmith!

Every profession has its own specialties. Even blacksmithing is divided into many trades, and each trade has its own tricks!
Not to mention the restoration, correction, and forgery of cultural relics. Many of the techniques used by our predecessors to repair bronze ware were learned from the craftsmen who forged cultural relics.

I have never done it before, and neither have you, Little Inkstone. How come you can do it?
[Of course I can! Watch me! ]

The little ink fountain waved the ink line and held the lead weight above his head, swinging it with a "whoosh" sound. It suddenly dropped down, and the lead weight touched the top of the hammer next to it like a dragonfly touching the water;
The hammer jumped up high, staring at the iron sheet that Shen Le had placed on the wooden anvil, and was about to smash it. At the critical moment, the ink line wrapped around the hammer and pulled it back:
[Change your target first! Change someone you want to practice with! Show it to Shen Le. If you can control it well, then you can try it! ]

The hammer turned 90 degrees and hit a jagged enamel pot on the cabinet next to it. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells... It's broken...

"Okay, stop making trouble for me." Shen Le sighed, picked up the hammer and put it back into the toolbox, then locked the box with a click.

After thinking for a while, he sat down in front of the iron sheet and slowly closed his eyes:

Do you still remember what you looked like originally?
Do you want to go back to your original self?

If I give you the power... can you go back to your old self?

The mental power slowly extended out. In the darkness, the surrounding scene gradually brightened up:

Tables, chairs, computers, instruments, the iron sheet in front of me, and various items waiting to be repaired stored in boxes. Some of them were dull in color, all ordinary items, and only by scanning with mental power could I see a little bit;
Some of them glowed faintly and remained motionless. Upon closer inspection, most of them were items waiting to be repaired in boxes, or items sent from the research institute with spirituality index exceeding the standard;

Of course, there are some with bright and dazzling lights that keep stretching and shrinking, with a very artistic style of "spinning, jumping, with my eyes closed".

Shen Le didn't even need to count them one by one, he knew they must be his own little ones:
Even the hammers, chisels, planes and knives in the toolbox were shining brightly, but because they were locked up, they didn't dance on the spot...

Shen Le took a deep breath and patiently communicated with the iron sheet in front of him. The iron sheet lay quietly, motionless, for a long time, and then it lighted up slightly, conveying a little bit of information.

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief:

Thank God, although its spirituality is not strong enough to generate autonomous consciousness and give a clear answer, it has already had a simple response.

What that information just now means is, “think”?
"able"?
But to know for sure whether it works, you still have to try it. Shen Le stood up, walked around the laboratory, and took out a piece of broken iron that he felt during meditation, which was the most spiritual.

While communicating with it patiently, slowly inject it with the power of the metal element, nourishing it with both material and spiritual power:

If you remember what you were like...

If you want to go back to who you once were...

Then, absorb the power I gave you, make up for your broken body, grow little by little, recover little by little...

"So what is he doing?"

"He doesn't want to work anymore? Is he daydreaming?"

"Why not ask him to come out and repair bronze artifacts? It would be better if someone could teach him step by step. It would be much better than him figuring it out on his own..."

Professor Bai's thick eyebrows knitted in dissatisfaction. Behind him, the professors who had finished their work and came to watch were looking around, talking and offering suggestions:
"Anyway, we don't lack things to practice with..."

“Let the students sort out another bunch?”

"Wait, look, the instrument in front of Shen Le is glowing!"

The Gold Element Power Extractor vibrated quietly and shone brightly. Bright white light spots rose quietly from the iron blocks prepared in advance and slowly fell into the remaining iron blocks used for training.

Visibly, the rust on the iron disappeared, and it became bright and smooth, and...

“Is it getting bigger?”

"I'm not sure... who has better eyesight?"

"I don't know. It's hard to say... The distance is too far. I can't just lean over the screen to measure it, right?"

"I'll go measure it!"

Professor Bai rummaged through the desk, picked up a 30-centimeter-long transparent plastic ruler, and pressed it on the LCD screen.

The screen shook slightly, but the image remained stable. Only the two professors behind Professor Bai complained:
"Hey, if you jump up like this, no one can see you!"

“That’s right, I can’t see either!”

"Then what should I do? You press it?"

"Get out of the way! I've got the tape!"

After a lot of chaos, a piece of translucent sulfuric acid paper was covered on the screen, and the old professor quickly traced a circle on the paper.

The light was like a waterfall of starlight, pouring into the broken iron. After a long time, just when the old professors were getting impatient, the iron suddenly jumped up, and with a clang, it gently fell onto the table:
"Move, move!"

“It jumped up by itself!”

"No one touched it, there was no magnetic field, no electricity, and it just jumped up on its own - so it really was repaired by super powers?"

"And it's gotten bigger! Look, the gap on the right is gone!"

“Is it smoothed out a bit?”

The old professors talked excitedly, grabbed paper, covered the screen with it, and compared it with other screens, their reading glasses almost sticking to the LCD screen.

After a long while, someone suddenly sighed:

"Oh, if only we could repair cultural relics in this way..."

"At least I don't have to make clanging noises all day long, my back and waist aches from swinging hammers, my hands get burned from doing experiments, and I inhale toxic gases if I'm not careful..."

"You wish. If you use Shen Le's method to repair cultural relics, how can you be sure that the restoration method is correct? How do you control the variables and replicate the restoration method? How do you--"

write thesis?
Will the journal reject the paper written based on this repair method? Or will it reject it? Or will it reject it?

"Oh... forget it..."

"Let's get to work... There's another scroll today, we have to separate it..."

"I still have three experiments to do... and I have to watch the students run the pillars... Aren't there any more reliable students now? I can't even run the pillars for seven or eight times!"

The old professors shook their heads and left. Professor Bai also lowered his head and devoted himself to his work.

About half an hour later, he raised his head again, his eyes suddenly brightened:
In front of Shen Le, the unrecognizable piece of iron for training had turned into a shiny iron. Shen Le was holding it up with both hands and observing it carefully:
On the side of the iron, the words "Lu Ji" were clearly displayed. It was probably the name of the manufacturer, or more accurately, the blacksmith shop...

"It seems that this method is quite useful." Shen Le nodded with satisfaction and gave himself a thumbs up.

Under the guidance of the spirit, the damaged outer edge of that unknown thing has been straightened out, and the deflated groove on the handle has automatically bounced back and become smooth and flat.

As for how to use such a long iron handle so as not to burn the owner, that is another question. Shen Le is not responsible for studying this...

"Unfortunately, not all cultural relics can be restored in this way." Shen Le expressed regret.

One must be spiritual enough to remember what it was like before so that one can inject power and guide it.

Something without spirituality, even if it is infused with spirituality, is not its own, and it cannot remember its original appearance...

"Very good. Practice it a couple more times to make sure there is no problem. Then we can start repairing this iron helmet."

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and began to repeat the previous actions. He repaired a pair of iron scissors and an iron caltrop until they were shiny and new - from the perspective of cultural relics, they were probably ruined.

After all, according to the orthodox way of restoring cultural relics, ironware that has been cleaned, rusted, sealed, repaired, restored, and reinforced for protection is basically pitch black...

There is almost no way to erase the traces of time, and it is impossible to make them as clean and bright as when they were just forged.

"It's okay. The iron helmet I'm going to repair won't be put into any museum anyway." Shen Le silently encouraged himself, held the iron pieces in front of him one by one, and began to inject the power of the metal element into it to guide its self-growth.

Around him, the little guys held their breath and looked around. Even the chattering that was interwoven with their mental power was deliberately suppressed so as not to disturb Shen Le:

Is this cheating?

[Or... is this cheating? Being lazy?]

[It’s too much to let something that needs to be repaired repair itself…]

[Qingdeng, was this how you repaired it? ]

[Of course not! I fixed it myself! Every single part! I removed the rust from the rusted parts, replaced the rotten parts, and re-made the dented parts... He did it all by himself!]

[Wow! That’s great! — I can’t do that. When I was repaired, his teacher and his fellow apprentices had already done it once…

Although it was Shen Lexiu later, I always felt that something was wrong...】

[Me too. Although I am Shen Lexiu's disciple, I still rely on others to teach me many things...] The little ones were whispering, some showing off, some envious.

As they chatted, they saw the iron sheet in front of Shen Le change from being crooked to being stretched out, to being flat, and then to bending into a smooth arc;

On the surface of the iron sheet, the four holes through which the braided ropes were inserted, which were originally defective, have now become complete circles;
As for the patterns engraved on the surface... well, the patterns did appear, but unfortunately they were still black and there was no sign of silver at all.

Obviously, the gold element that Shen Le injected with the formation was taken from the same iron block as the iron helmet, and it couldn't turn into silver...

With the method of spiritual guidance, Shen Le's speed in repairing the iron helmet was greatly improved.

Even if it takes 10 minutes to repair one piece of iron, 6 pieces can be repaired in an hour, and with an eight-hour workday - yes, Shen Le absolutely does not work overtime - 48 pieces can be repaired.

The only thing that caused him trouble was:
"Don't grow too much, okay? I know there's a hole on you, dear, that's the mark I want to preserve...

You still remember your master, right? You still want to keep his memory, right? Let's keep this hole, okay?"

He disconnected the instrument, withdrew his strength, and communicated with the iron piece repeatedly with patience.

The iron sheet reluctantly stopped growing and shrank back to its original shape. The hole that should have remained remained, and the edge of the hole that was broken and raised by the blow continued to bulge inward.

However, this piece of iron probably lacked spirituality. The next time it was given power, it forgot Shen Le's request and continued to grow back...

"Stop! Get back to square one! Let's start over! Start over!"

Alas, the spiritual level of these iron pieces is not even comparable to that of a child. It is probably... somewhere between fish, octopus and paramecium?
But he is so tired...

Shen Le complained while working. Fortunately, this method provided by Spirituality is much more efficient than manual forging in repairing cultural relics.

It only took Shen Le three days to fix all the iron pieces. The silk padding and the leather ropes used to connect them had not been restored yet, so they were put aside for the time being.
He first used the fine cotton thread used to sew shoe soles to connect all the iron pieces together to make a helmet. He held it up, placed it on the plaster man's head, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Almost there... At least it looks like a helmet, the curvature and size are also suitable..."

Well, of course, the whole helmet is visible to the naked eye, and there are still many parts missing. Some of them are probably ropes that broke, and then they spread out and disappeared in the sand dunes;
Are there some more parts...

"There are still some broken pieces of iron. Do you want to grow back to your original shape? Or, return to the piece of iron you originally belonged to?"

Shen Le arranged the iron filings that he had sifted out from the gravel, ranging in size from rice grains to fingernail-sized pieces.

These iron filings were too small, and the spiritual power they could contain was too weak, so he couldn't handle them just by guiding them;

But, placed next to the Iron Helmet, relying on the Iron Helmet's spiritual resonance, perhaps, perhaps, possibly, there is a possibility that it can grow on its own and grow big enough?
Shen Le turned the power of the spiritual extraction instrument to the maximum, and kept feeding the iron filings in front of him. With a buzzing sound, his body swayed and he almost fell:
These iron filings were well behaved when placed on the table, and there was no problem when the instrument was turned on. But as soon as his mental power penetrated and began to guide it, they were violently extracted in large quantities!

It nearly drained him dry!

【Shen Le! 】

[Shen Le, be careful! ]

The little ones screamed in surprise. The red wedding dress flew the fastest, and flew behind him in a flash. The long sleeves spread out, wrapped around him, or hugged him, and helped him sit down slowly;
Several skirts followed behind, long sleeves fluttering, and began to gently massage his temples;

The small oil lamp crackled, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. Fortunately, when Shen Le was dizzy, he threw himself forward and protected the instrument with his arms, so the lightning did not damage the instrument.

However, the lightning flashed through the room with great power, and the iron filings floated slightly, almost being sucked into the air, and even the iron helmet flipped over uncontrollably...

"Okay, I'm fine, I'm fine." Shen Le closed his eyes and gasped for a few times, then took out a spiritual fruit and put it in his mouth. His lips and teeth closed, and the cool juice flowed down his throat.

He perked up slightly, swallowed a few spiritual fruits and a pill, and then began to adjust the things in front of him, removing all the broken iron filings and leaving only the largest piece:
"That should be all right. I'll try again..."

The iron scraps flew up gently, landed on a piece of iron helmet, and merged into it. Shen Le shrugged in disappointment, and picked up another piece of iron scraps:
"Come on, let's do it again to see whether you want to grow up on your own or want to fit in with your companions...Huh? You want to grow up on your own this time? Great!"

Using this method, Shen Le restored three more pieces of iron - they were too small, and their spirituality was not strong enough, so he had to suck them dry and inject them into his companions, so that they could be together forever.

The iron product repair work was completed. Shen Leshu breathed a sigh of relief and went to the next door to ask the students from the research institute who helped him:
"How is it? Have you researched these materials?"

"We've figured it out!" The students who received the Shen Le subsidy were very proactive.

Just kidding, the salary of public institutions has a lot to do with the economic conditions of each place. Students at the research institute in Dunhuang can only get this much money a month.

The research allowance that Shen Le gave them was paid according to the standard for students in Beijing that he was used to, and it was increased by 20%...

Well, if the old professors were not too old to do the job, or too embarrassed to do it, they would compete with the students for it.

"The material used to connect the iron armor pieces is leather rope... The rope is about 1 mm wide and is made of two strands. It has been stretched, oiled, tanned, and dried..."

"There was a layer of leather under the iron helmet. It was amazing. We did a genetic analysis and found that it was deerskin! This is really rare and has never been discovered before...

Senior Brother Shen, can we use it to write a paper? "

"There is a layer of padding under the deerskin. We have studied it and found that it is a combination of cotton and satin... To be exact, it used to be satin, but later the satin was damaged, so they used cotton to patch it up!"

"We took samples of the cotton cloth and analyzed them. They are quite consistent with the white folded cloth from Gaochang unearthed nearby, so they should be made from local materials.

This is more in line with the situation after the four towns of Anxi lost contact with the Central Plains, and their supplies became increasingly scarce, so they had to rely on themselves..."

"We also examined the padding, some of the leather straps, and the dirt scraped off the surface of the helmet, and found traces of human blood...

Unfortunately, the sample size was too small, and only two people’s blood was detected. The anthropology couldn’t match them, and we don’t know what nationality they were…”

In addition to taking back the samples he had sent out, Shen Le also received a large number of photos, photos taken under a magnifying glass and microscope, DNA test reports, and so on.

He walked around the research institute holding the things, thanked his fellow students, and went back to deal with the remaining raw materials on the helmet:
"Cleaning Technique!"

"Cleaning Technique!"

"Cleaning Technique—"

Throw them up one by one. Remove the grit, remove the dirt, and keep the blood...

"This is the blood of Ji Shizhong, don't remove it." Although Shen Le didn't know who the deceased was, he could still keep some traces of him and the last bit of blood...

"Okay, next is to repair these leather ropes and padding." Shen Le sighed softly.

The leather cord and padding were badly damaged, with only a few remnants of the leather cord left, enough to tie up three or five armor plates at most;
Not to mention the padding. Except for the arc-shaped iron plate on the top of the head, the padded part remains almost intact. In other places, there are only pieces left here and there, like the wings of a lonely butterfly.

In the face of such severe defects, Shen Le had no choice but to pick them up one by one and soak them directly into the silk fibroin solution.

When it's soaked and softened, take a deep breath and start casting spells on it:
"Healing! Healing! Healing..."

The spell he named healing, although seemingly simple, was actually of a very high level.

Shen Le has tried it before. It can make wood that has dried out and completely lost its cell activity grow again, becoming flexible and elastic.
It can also make silk that has turned yellow, brittle, and about to break become white and soft again;
However, when used on leather...on leather...

Shen Le could only try to control himself, allowing the healing spell to penetrate into the leather, and then spread outward along the structure of the leather:

Don't let anything else grow!

Please do not!

Don’t grow fat, don’t grow muscles, don’t grow blood vessels… Please… That would be really terrible…

What a pity! Why can't we put the plate and water directly under the microscope? The best we can do is look at it with a magnifying glass...

As he prayed, he reduced the power of each healing spell to the level used to clean the dirt from the warp and weft of the silk.

With this kind of control, the leather rope begins to become soft and elastic, growing longer and extending:
"Do not!!!"

It would be fine if you just grew taller, but why are you also growing wider?

Are you going to grow into a piece of leather, and then let me cut you apart and twist you into a leather rope again?

Shen Le was dejected, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to continue throwing spells into the water.

The entire basin of silk fibroin solution was drained, and the scattered leather ropes in the water suddenly turned into several pieces of cowhide, ranging in size from the size of a palm to the size of a plate;
Shen Le picked it up and took a look at it, then sighed helplessly and started to surf the Internet, browse B station, and look for videos:

Please guys, please give me a video of hand-made leather and hand-sewn bags...

[Shen Le did a great job this time. ]

[Yes, it’s a good thing that the cow was not restored.]

The little guys were whispering. After a pause, the small oil lamp crackled and a spark flashed:

[There is still human blood on this helmet... If he keeps casting healing spells like this, will he be able to recover from that little bit of blood?]

[Stop!] The little guys screamed in unison, trembling:
[That's too scary! Besides, creating a magic clone like this, with no memory - or only a small memory, does it count as resurrecting a zombie or a ghost? ]

(End of this chapter)