The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 629 Daoist Master, I feel that your sect... is destined for me!
"Mr. Li said that his flying sword did not come from Mount Shu."

Mr. Lu Zicheng, the tutor who was the one whose jade cup had come to life, sat at the table, serving as Li Xingtang's translator.

To show respect and to avoid suspicion, Shen Le invited Mr. Lu to accompany her. It is a common custom to invite a tutor to accompany guests at home. Whether Master Qingyue is comfortable with it or not is another matter, but Li Xingtang is certainly very comfortable with it.

He can also speak normally and freely without worrying about refusing the other party, and the guest will suspect that Shen Le is interfering:

None of these were translated by Shen Le. Shen Le certainly wouldn't just make up a story to refuse them!

And so, a strange situation arose in the living room. The flying sword buzzed and vibrated; it might be expressing an opinion, or it might not.

Li Xingtang was responsible for translating the meaning of the flying sword. Of course, since Daoist Qingyue couldn't hear the spirit's words, Mr. Lu Zicheng had to step in to help.

After Mr. Lu finished translating, Master Qingyue replied that another round of translation would begin...

"Of course, of course, during the Tang Dynasty, our sect had not yet taken root in Mount Shu." Master Qingyue nodded vigorously.

"I have not come here to claim that the flying sword belongs to our sect or to request its return to our sect. It is just that many of my fellow disciples and nephews have spent one or two years on the snowy mountain, enduring much hardship..."

Shen Le sat motionless, a straight smile on his face, as if he hadn't heard a thing. "Hmm, you're wasting your time, you're suffering, but that's based on your misjudgment. What does that have to do with us?"
I don't necessarily have to pay for your things!
To continue, we need to come up with some reason to impress Fei Jian and Li Xingtang!
"Of course, enduring these hardships is our own business; we can't blame anyone else," Master Qingyue continued with a smile.
"But everyone always wants to see what the flying sword we've been searching for for a year or two looks like. Once they've seen it, they can let go of their worries and won't have any more inner demons."

He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a sandalwood box with patterns of gold and silver thread on its surface. He held it respectfully with both hands and placed it beside Li Xingtang. The lid was slightly ajar before being pushed back into place.
"Our sect has considerable expertise in forging and maintaining flying swords. Here are three ounces of wind-milled copper, three ounces of crystal stone, and a small bottle of linseed oil for polishing and maintaining flying swords, offered to you..."

After a quick glance, there were no inscriptions on the hilt, the scabbard, or even the half-sword protruding from the scabbard, so the name of this flying sword was unknown for the time being. Master Qingyue could only vaguely indicate:
"This flying sword, which keeps it sturdy and sharp and not easily tainted by evil spirits, is a small token of our appreciation."

“Mr. Li said you’re too kind…” Lu Zicheng’s perfect smile finally changed its curve, becoming less formal but more friendly.

He leaned back slightly, allowing Qingyue Daoist to see clearly that Li Xingtang pushed the box outwards, indicating that he did not intend to accept it for the time being.
"The key lies in the will of the flying sword itself. If it's willing to go, we'll accompany it; if it's not, we won't force it..."

"Of course, of course!" Master Qingyue nodded repeatedly. He cupped his hands towards the longsword:
"Among the flying swords passed down in our sect, some possess particularly profound spirituality, and we must respect their opinions. There are even a few that have developed their own will; we even address them as fellow Daoists, and juniors must address them as 'Master Uncle'..."

I promise I will never force it!

Shen Le and Mr. Lu both smiled and nodded. Li Xingtang, of course, couldn't smile. He leaned forward slightly, held the flying sword in both hands, and remained still, as if communicating with the flying sword with his whole being.

Master Qingyue held his breath and watched intently for a while, then suddenly slapped the sword box on his back. With a soft clang, the flying sword on his back was unsheathed, flicked twice in the air, and gradually shrank into a white light half a foot long.

The white light shifted slightly, aiming at the longsword in Li Xingtang's hand. It rippled up and down slightly, shooting out a thin beam of light that landed on the spine of the sword.

Immediately, the sword's spine trembled slightly, emitting a buzzing sound, as if communicating with Qingyue Daoist's flying sword. After a moment, the longsword also flew out on its own, and the two swords floated back and forth in the hall, one above the other.

After circling around a few times, seemingly finding the hall too cramped, the two swords flew out of the hall with a whoosh and began to stab each other in the courtyard!
"Hey! Hey! Fly lower!" Shen Le shouted as he ran out. He looked up and shouted a few times, seeing the two flying swords soaring higher and higher, farther and farther, their light now covering the entire mansion. He quickly called Gu Yulin.
"Please let me know! There are two flying swords communicating in my courtyard, one belongs to Li Xingtang, and the other to Daoist Qingyue..."

"It's not a drone! No! Take it easy, don't attack!!!"

Gu Yulin listened silently with a blank expression, then quickly called the relevant department again. He smiled wryly as he dialed.
This call was absolutely necessary. Local authorities have probably been watching this low-altitude, low-speed aircraft since the moment it took off.

But even if they've got their hands on it, there's not much they can do. To be fair, if it's a drone, the relevant departments can actually deal with it. At worst, they can use strong electromagnetic interference; if that doesn't work, they can shoot it down with a laser gun.

But a flying sword?
Flying swords are immune to electromagnetic interference. Laser guns can't even damage them; the flying sword might even retaliate on its own and strike you with a sword...

After reporting the news, he immediately turned to comfort Shen Le. Shen Le had already jumped onto the roof, waving her hands and summoning vortexes to form a wind wall while shouting:
"Come down! Come down! At least don't run outside! -- Don't cut the power lines! Don't fly onto anyone's balcony! Green light! Green light!!!"

With a thunderous crash, a dense electric grid of light rose up around the mansion, forming a wall of light. Two flying swords circled the wall twice before slowly lowering themselves and surrendering to their respective masters.

Li Xingtang took the sword, concentrated for a moment, and then nodded slightly. Beside him, Mr. Lu smiled and said:
"He agreed."

"That's good, that's good!" Master Qingyue's face immediately lit up. He stood up and bowed deeply to Li Xingtang—the flying sword in his hand:
"When is a convenient time for you, sir? I'll arrange transportation and accommodation! Oh, and please accept the small gift I gave you earlier—"

Li Xingtang remained silent, simply closing the box lid and pushing it outwards. Suddenly, the flying sword behind the Taoist priest leaped lightly from its sheath, thrusting straight at the bottom of the box.

The small box floated up gently and landed on the longsword in front of Li Xingtang. The longsword didn't move, clearly having no objection to receiving these things...

"Then, we'll go book a plane and arrange accommodations." Master Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief and rose to take his leave.

"Please wait a moment and give us time to coordinate the private jet and flight route?"

After all, for someone like Li Xingtang to sit in a passenger seat instead of lying in the cargo hold, prior coordination is necessary. Although there are precedents like the goddess Mazu…

However, firstly, when Mazu statues are transported by air, they are usually on flights like Xiamen Airlines, and the airline staff are quite used to this situation.
Furthermore, Li Xingtang is different from the statue; he has to go through security checks because he has an energy reaction inside the security scanner!

He also needs to bring a long-handled broadsword and a flying sword onto the plane!
Master Qingyue couldn't think of any way, other than using a private plane, to safely, quickly, and with dignity invite this spirit to the mountain.
"Ah, no need," Shen Le smiled. He stood up and walked towards Daoist Qingyue, reaching out to take his arm, but then hesitated and withdrew his hand.
"Okay, you go back first and call me when you get there. I'll go straight to the foot of the mountain, and then you can send someone to pick me up?"

It seemed that this was the only way. Master Qingyue repeatedly confirmed, "Shen Le can lead the team himself; they don't need their help," before quickly taking his leave. He booked a flight that afternoon, landed that evening, and drove to Shushan the next day at noon. He called Shen Le and sent him his location.

Less than an hour later, the phone rang again from the other end:
"I've arrived. I'll send you my location. — Which road should we take?"

So fast? !

Master Qingyue was utterly shocked. He had already run at his fastest speed; any faster and it would have been a special forces sprint, a frantic overnight run after the plane landed. And yet, Shen Le arrived within an hour of receiving the location?!

Upon closer inspection of Shen Le's location, she was momentarily at a loss for whether to laugh or cry. The majestic Shu Mountain, with its towering peaks and overlapping ridges, only had two designated routes for tourists—one for the front and one for the back. But those were the routes for general visitors—

If you try to enter undeveloped areas or illegally trespass through the scenic area, well, you're in trouble. If you're lucky, you might hold out for several dozen hours until rescue arrives.

If you're unlucky, there's always a way to die that suits you.

The key issue is that the location Shen Le sent him wasn't near him, beside the main road leading up the mountain, but rather in a shady canyon after crossing two mountain peaks, where he vaguely remembered there was a cave.

There might be a path in the valley, or there might not be. In any case, Daoist Qingyue didn't know how he would get to Shen Le's location...

We can't exactly fly up, can we?
By the way, wearing a full suit of iron armor, a suit of iron armor that is hollow inside, would make it very difficult to take the normal tourist route up the mountain. I wonder if Mr. Li Xingtang would be willing to sit in a suitcase?

He sighed and thought for a long time, then consulted several senior and junior brothers. Finally, he called Shen Le and repeatedly told him to stay where he was and not move.

"Someone from our sect will come to pick you up. Do not move, and do not attempt to cross mountains! Wait! Wait!!!"

He stepped back and returned to the entrance of the scenic area, then took a bus up the mountain. The mountain road wound its way up and down, and the scenic bus swayed for two hours before finally arriving at Leidongping, where he began walking towards the cable car.

They had only gone halfway there, with the queue of tourists stretching into the distance, when his junior brother's phone rang urgently. Master Qingyue answered the phone and, upon hearing the question, immediately felt his blood pressure rise:
"What? You've already arrived?!"

In that short time, even if the junior brothers used all their lightness skills to climb to the canyon where Shen Le was, they would be exhausted to death.

Most of the time, they also need to rely on some kind of magic, such as escape techniques or invisibility spells, so that they can jump directly down without being seen by tourists.

And now you're telling me we've arrived at the Taoist temple?!

"It wasn't me, it was them! When I got there, they had already climbed halfway up!"

My junior brother was exhausted and frightened; he was utterly aggrieved. On the phone, Master Qingyue heard him apologize, take a few steps back, and then rattled off a string of questions:
"When I saw them, they were sitting on sedan chairs, being carried by several clay figurines! They weren't walking on a normal path at all; they were practically walking vertically along a cliff face!"

How do they know the way?

Master Qingyue couldn't understand. His own Taoist temple wasn't on any tourist map, and he hadn't sent them its location. Weren't Shen Le and the others afraid of getting lost wandering around in the mountains?
"Don't even mention it, can you believe there's a flying sword leading the way?"

The junior brother rolled his eyes, looking up at the sky. If it weren't for the fact that everyone from their sect was present, he would have thought that some flying sword had secretly run away—

So, was the flying sword they searched for for one or two years on the snowy mountain really from their sect?
That's why their own flying sword went out to catch it?
The junior disciple couldn't understand it. Daoist Qingyue couldn't understand it either. The Daoist quickened his pace, rushing back to his own Daoist temple with all his might, only to find the temple teeming with a large group of guests.

Upon closer inspection, one or two hundred life-sized clay figurines were seen taking slow steps, looking around curiously.

Several colorful costumes fluttered like flying apsaras in Dunhuang. Even if they were just walking normally on the road, it would look like they were singing and dancing.
The most amazing thing was that all the fellow disciples and nephews in the Taoist temple were pressed against the eaves, desperately craning their necks to look inside.

At the entrance of the main hall, a familiar suit of armor stood with a sword in hand. In front of the armor, two flying swords, one blue and one white, were moving through the air, constantly clashing and fighting fiercely.

Is this a friendly exchange, a probing confrontation, or has it escalated into a full-blown conflict?
Master Qingyue couldn't quite see it, but he saw that the blue light was sometimes long and sometimes short, and the light curtain sometimes spread out into a long ribbon and sometimes narrowed into a line. It was unpredictable, but it was always steadily caught by the white light.

Gradually, two beams of light filled the sky, enveloping the entire Taoist temple, then spreading across the entire mountain, before flying towards the cliff face and foot of the mountain.

It's not a good place to fight in a small, densely populated area like Zhuxi Town. It's perfect to have a good fight in an open space!
Master Qingyue was dizzy from watching. He weaved left and right, finally passing through the area enveloped by the sword light and arriving beside Shen Le:
"Mr. Shen, could we..."

Let's call that flying sword back first. We can talk things over slowly and not let them fight.

"oops!"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Le cried out in alarm and frantically raised his hand to strike. A flash of blue light appeared before their eyes, making their hair turn a vibrant green. Then, a burst of white light erupted, enveloping their entire bodies:
With a loud crack, everyone was unharmed, standing perfectly still without a hair missing. However, the glazed roof ornaments on the main hall's roof were sliced ​​into pieces, shattering and scattering across the floor...

"Ah, this..." Shen Le froze for a moment, then quickly forced a smile:

"No rush, no rush! Daoist Master, I feel a connection between this hall of yours and me. I'll take the responsibility of helping to repair it!"

(End of this chapter)