The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 628 Mr. Shen, your flying sword... instead of returning it to us, could you at least give us a lesson?

"You don't need to rush to the front lines."

"Really, there's no rush. The soldiers at the front are holding the line. You've worked so hard for the Tang Dynasty for so many years, it's time to rest and enjoy life..."

"What? You're saying you're not a soldier from the Tang Dynasty, but just a spirit that inherited some of their memories? That's the same thing. We've entered a new era. Wouldn't it be better to take a closer look at this era and the happy life we ​​have now?"

"After seeing and understanding more, and knowing what kind of life we ​​are living now, we have more motivation to defend our country, don't we?"

After a month of arduous work on the northwestern frontier, Shen Le dragged Li Xingtang back to their family mansion, exhausting himself in the process. He arranged a room and a bed for him, and even though Li Xingtang didn't need to eat, all sorts of necessities had to be provided.

Lubricant for wiping the armor, a fine cloth for wiping the armor, and a frame for mounting the armor (assuming that one day Li Xingtang doesn't want to stand or lie down and wants to hang himself up on the frame).
Silver polishing cloths, various tools for maintaining leather cords and boots...

Oh, and we also need to make him clothes. Everyone else wears their clothes on the outside, but he wears them inside his armor.

A set of Tang Dynasty general's official robes, a set of casual clothes, and a set of round-necked robes. Add gloves, a face mask, and pull the helmet down slightly, and you have a living, breathing person:
Okay! That's it! Very good!

Two elegantly dressed women fluttered around Li Xingtang, adjusting the lights, reflectors, and camera positions. Finally, everything was in place. Watching the image appear on the monitor, they were completely satisfied.

【Li Langjun, demonstrate the Mo Dao technique once! Just once! We'll do the voice-over and color grading later, and upload it online—the authentic Tang Dynasty Mo Dao army!】

【Hey, don't call this a battlefield killing technique! Even if it were, didn't you teach it to the new recruits back then? Besides, fewer and fewer people know what the Mo Dao Army was like in its original form. By leaving these records, you're helping everyone to rediscover them!】

Please, please! Aren't you going to make money on your own? You can make money by posting these videos! Look, our livestreaming equipment, the clothes we're wearing, the jewelry we've bought—all of that comes from money we earn from making these videos!

"Young Master Li, you want to buy combat gear? Want to have new armor made? No problem! You can even have Mr. Shen make it for you by hand! Whatever style you want, Mingguang armor or Shanwen armor are all available..."

Shen Le: "..."

Hey, don't underestimate my hard work!
I have to make each and every nail plate by hand, and you're not allowed to use a machine. Are you trying to kill me with exhaustion?

However, he couldn't say it out loud. The armor Li Xingtang could wear wasn't something he could just buy anywhere. It either had to be hand-forged by Shen Le himself, or it had to be a custom-made magical artifact—

Custom-made magical artifacts are too expensive. Even if Shen Le is willing to spend the money, Li Xingtang won't ask for them.

In fact, even the clothes he wore had to be handmade by a master. Apart from the two dresses that accompanied him, the other girls were busy making clothes for him, and the sewing machines were practically smoking from being used so much!
[By the way, do you want to get a facial? There's a woman next door to our mansion who runs a shop specializing in custom-made face masks. We all have our masks made by her! Having a face mask makes live streaming so much easier!]

Li Xingtang thought about it and decided to give it a try, following the crowd. Luo Qun happily called the Painted Skin Ghost and invited her to come over.

That very evening, the Skin-Painting Demon arrived at the door with a measuring tape, a notebook, various marking powders for selecting leather materials, and various oils and liquids for maintaining leather.

Several women in flowing skirts jokingly surrounded the demon, each wearing their favorite leather outfit, asking the "skin-painting demon" to help them change their eyebrows, draw double eyelids, modify their chin lines, and raise their noses...

She was busy for two whole hours before finally leading her to Li Xingtang.
【Come, come, Mr. Li wants a custom-made skin today! He's a meritorious official who guards the frontier, so make sure to use good materials for him! By the way, did you bring your drawing board? Let's design the face shape first…】

Turning her head, she saw the painted-skin ghost already cowering at the courtyard gate. She gripped the doorframe tightly with both hands, concealing most of her body outside the gate, only one eye showing, trembling with fear.

"Yes, is this the gentleman...? I... I can't take his order... His murderous aura is too strong... Ah! Let me go!!!"

She suddenly screamed, her hands loosened, and she staggered backward. She retreated all the way to the opposite courtyard, shrinking into a corner where she hugged herself tightly, trembling.

[This was horrible... Today was horrible! I shouldn't have come! My skin—my skin!!!]

She stretched out her hands, her fingertips gripping the doorframe already cracked and bleeding black blood. Then she paused; her face, neck, all exposed skin was split and bleeding, as if she had suddenly been exposed to a radiation storm—a truly horrifying sight.

Several women in flowing skirts cried out in surprise:
[What happened to you? How did you get so badly injured? —Shen Le! Shen Le!]

The commotion immediately startled Shen Le, who was reading in the room. She came closer and frowned.

"What's going on? I've never seen this before! -- Wait a minute, let me try a healing spell to see if it works..."

He focused his mind slightly, conjuring a tiny halo of light. Before he could even get close, the Painted Skin Demon let out a heart-wrenching scream:

[No! Don't come any closer! Spare me! Spare me—]

Ah this...

Does healing spell double the damage against ghosts...?

Shen Le awkwardly stopped. After thinking for a moment, he turned and went into the room, rummaging around until he found a spirit-gathering array he had used before but hadn't used in a long time, and a bag of pearls rich in spiritual energy.

"Why don't you try this? — If that doesn't work, I'll have to compensate you..."

The painted-skin ghost wailed as it followed Luo Qun through the courtyard gate and alleyway to the second courtyard on the east side. There, it set up a spirit-gathering array by the lotus pond and used the moon dew and yin energy to repair itself.

Damn it, this deal is a complete disaster, a total loss. Not only will she not be able to sell another skin—the murderous aura that can pierce her from afar—but if she were to wear a skin, wouldn't it immediately shatter into pieces?

Moreover, she will have to spend a lot of time and energy to heal herself...

Waaaaah, I'm so miserable! Do ghosts have no rights at all? Even if the other party meant no harm, she could still get hurt, seriously injured...

Once her movements had completely subsided, Li Xingtang slowly emerged, shuffling step by step to Shen Le's side. His helmet was pulled low, and he rubbed his stab-proof gloves together, looking rather embarrassed.
"Um... I'm sorry, I'll pay for it..."

Shen Le smiled and pushed him out. Pay up?

What compensation? My little ones will cover any trouble they cause. Even if they accidentally shatter the skin of the demon, or wipe out all her remaining creatures, I, Shen Le, will compensate you. You won't have to worry about it!

what?
You absolutely must pay compensation?
Oh well, fine, we'll let you know how much we'll pay you another day—don't worry, the Special Affairs Bureau has already calculated the consultation fees for all the lectures on cold weapon tactics you gave on the plateau, as well as the lectures you gave to the archaeology professors, and they've already been credited to your account.

Compensation for this minor injury is nothing, just a drop in the ocean!

He coaxed and pleaded with Li Xingtang until he returned to his residence. "We can't customize our physical appearance, so let's try another way!"
Tomorrow, I'll order a batch of silicone masks. They'll have everything: sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, dashing good looks, and gentle, refined elegance...

I'll help carve a puppet head, put on a mask, and change it frequently. You can use whichever one you want, and I can change it ten or eight times a day without any problem!

Of course, whether silicone can effectively channel spiritual energy is a significant question. If that doesn't work, we can always try different combinations of natural materials!
Li Xingtang staggered back to his room. Shen Lesong took a deep breath and sent the requirements to Gu Yulin, asking this unfortunate member of the Special Affairs Bureau who was working with him to help find a manufacturer to customize the product.

Just as I was about to rush online to search for information on natural alternatives to silicone, a bright, blazing light suddenly appeared in the distance—

To the average person, it looked like someone was just adjusting their searchlights in preparation for the holiday. But inside the mansion, there was a rustling sound as a group of children ran into the yard, gazing up at the distant view.

【What's this? 】

It seems to be Yuantong Temple.

Who are they greeting? Are they greeting us?

[Such a powerful energy fluctuation! What is this for? It's neither the Ghost Festival nor the Winter Solstice; now is not the time for performing rituals to release ghosts!]

Shen Le squinted, carefully sensing the power rising within the bright light, feeling as if it were greeting him. After thinking for a moment, he walked towards the front door. Just as he reached the door, his phone rang.
"Mr. Shen, is it convenient for me to visit you now? A friend of mine asked me to ask him something..."

Well, Master Qingyue, we've crossed paths before when I saved Old You. His flying sword could travel a thousand miles in an instant, which was a great help. Later, when I was clearing away Yun Kun's resentment, he came to visit again. Whether he was helpful or not, his kindness is there.

As for why the Taoist priest is used to communicating by mobile phone, well, that's just how modern society is...

Taoist priests also need to get used to modern technology!
Monks are the same!
Shen Le happily invited him to her door. Master Qingyue, carrying a pretty paper bag, opened the door with a grin:
"Long time no see! I heard you've been to the northwest frontier, the snowy plateau, lately? You must be tired~~~"

Shen Le: "..."

Even so, that's no reason for you to bring a bag of face masks to my door!

Do I need a face mask?

As a spiritual practitioner, I am constantly nourished by spiritual energy. Do I really need a face mask to save my face?!
Before Shen Le could refuse, a figure in a flowing robe appeared beside her, cheerfully taking the face mask. Master Qingyue visibly relaxed, then proclaimed "Amitabha," and slowly began to get to the point:
"It's like this, do you remember when we were on a mission in the Southern Frontier, a flying sword flew out of the secret realm?"

Speaking of this, Shen Le felt a little guilty. Never mind who owns the flying sword—

According to current regulations for the management of spiritual artifacts and common practices in the cultivation world, anything with a spirit must first and foremost respect its own will, even if that will is very weak or immature.
After all, you can't tell a spirit artifact something like, "Children under two years old are generally awarded to their mothers, children between two and eight years old are awarded based on the principle of what is best for the spirit artifact's growth, and children over eight years old are awarded based more on the spirit artifact's own wishes."

Now, the sword flew to Li Xingtang on its own and refused to leave. Li Xingtang has the ability to control it, and according to the records in the illusion, this sword has a deep connection with the owner of that half of the heart-protecting mirror.

However, in any case, Master Qingyue and his sect put a lot of effort into developing the Golden Triangle Secret Realm. Later, they sent a large group of people to search in the snow mountain for one or two years.

To let them waste so much effort and suffer so much for nothing, this and that...

"Yes, I remember." He could only nod solemnly:

"That flying sword seemed to have startled away some kind of demon, which I later killed by using the power of solar energy...?"

"That's right, that's right!" Master Qingyue's spirits lifted. He stroked his beard, glanced at the neighboring courtyard, and cautiously requested Shen Le:
"Um, I heard that you recently received a flying sword... May I take a look at it?"

Shen Le's expression immediately turned serious. He pondered for a moment, then said earnestly:

"If this sword were with me, you could certainly take a look. However, it wasn't thrown at me, but rather at a newly awakened weapon spirit—the spirit of the last veteran of the Anxi Protectorate, the armored soldier who had been forged into a spirit—"

He raised a hand to stop Qingyue Daoist from speaking, looked directly at him, and spoke slowly and solemnly:
"I'm not saying I disagree, but I need to ask for his opinion first. Once he agrees, I'll take you there, okay?"

Before arriving, Daoist Qingyue had clearly inquired about everything he could. At this moment, he straightened himself, bowed deeply, and his face was full of solemnity:

"Of course. It should be. The will of the soldiers who protect the country should be respected no matter what—I will wait here, please do not make things difficult for him because of me."

Shen Le returned the greeting and left. Daoist Qingyue sat upright, eyes focused on his nose, nose on his mouth, mouth on his heart, waiting silently. Even when Luo Qun served him tea, he only nodded slightly in thanks and did not drink it.

After waiting for quite a while, Shen Le finally rushed over:
"please--"

The two passed through the rooms and arrived at Li Xingtang's room. As soon as they entered, they saw a man in full iron armor, riding a sturdy horse, sitting on a chair on the side of the main room.

In the center of the main hall, on a long table, lay a long sword. The scabbard was plain and unadorned, consisting of two wooden planks covered with a leather strap.

However, as soon as Daoist Qingyue entered, the longsword rang out with a clang, extending two inches directly from its sheath. The cold aura emanating from the blade sent chills down one's spine.

"Could you show it to him?" Shen Le hurried forward, gripping the sword hilt with one hand and pressing down on the scabbard with the other, repeatedly channeling heat into it. After a while, he drew the longsword, held it in his palm, and gestured for Daoist Qingyue to come forward and take a look.

The old Taoist priest held his breath and shuffled forward step by step. When he was three steps away, he dared not go any further and just stretched his neck as far as he could.

For a long, long time, tears streamed down my face, and I raised my hand to wipe them away.
"Mr. Shen, this General, could you please move the precious sword to Mount Shu so that my disciples and grand-disciples can have a glimpse of it? Just a glimpse, we will not force you to keep it!"

(End of this chapter)