The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 635 Special Affairs Bureau Low-Altitude Aircraft Management Regulations?!

"Mr. Shen, can you help me?"

Master Qingyue stared longingly at Shen Le. In the distance, outside the gate and courtyard, several figures paced back and forth, pretending not to care as they peered out. The younger Taoist priests even peeked through the doorframe.
Flying on a sword!
Sword energy and thunderous sound!
Everyone wants that! They dream about it!
"Sword energy and thunderous sound, are they that important?" Shen Le was taken aback. As someone who had never played with a flying sword before, all his imaginations about flying swords came from various fantasy novels;
In reality, all he saw was the flying sword in Li Xingtang's hand flying out and then flying back.

Shen Le had no idea how far it flew or what it did. Out of a desire to avoid leaking military secrets, he didn't ask what it had done…

"Of course it's important!" Master Qingyue's breathing became heavy, his beard rising and falling repeatedly, almost as if it had a will of its own and wanted to stand up and gesture.
"What do you think our flying swords are for? Reconnaissance? Assassination? Guiding people?"

He said a word, and Shen Le nodded. Master Qingyue practically wanted to beat his chest in frustration:

"What are these! Targeting high-value targets is the key! Those early warning aircraft, electronic warfare aircraft, aerial refueling tankers—we can't just spend all day attacking radar stations on the ground!"

Shen Le was filled with awe. Despite his advanced age, Master Qingyue was truly ambitious and eager to achieve great things, even deliberately targeting the taller opponents.

Those aircraft you're talking about are targets for fifth-generation stealth fighters! With third-and-a-half-generation planes, they're just good launch platforms, obediently targeting the front-line fighters…

"Think about it, Mr. Shen, those planes fly so high and so fast. We're not afraid of heights, we can just practice more. But speed is something we can't train to achieve! If we can't master the Sword Qi Thunder Sound technique, we can't break the sound barrier, and we can't keep up with those supersonic planes..."

Shen Le resisted the urge to take out his phone and search for information on the early warning aircraft, electronic warfare aircraft, and aerial refueling tankers to see if they could reach supersonic speeds. Mainly, Master Qingyue was already filled with grief and indignation, and had spoken in one breath:

"The flying sword can't keep up with the speed, let alone hit anyone, you can't even dodge it! Modern missiles can easily fly at several Mach..."

Well, missiles aren't a problem. Flying swords are small and agile. They can just dart into the ground and fly into the house—I don't believe missiles can track them that precisely!
Even the missile's guidance system might not recognize the flying sword!
Even so, he roughly understood Master Qingyue's desire to recreate the sword energy and thunderous sound. In war, you can't always let young soldiers be at the forefront; if they are capable of carrying the load, they must!

Sneaking away one of the opponent's big ones will make you feel good when you come back and offer incense to your ancestors—bringing glory to your family!
"How high and how fast could our flying swords fly before?"

He sincerely sought guidance. Master Qingyue frowned, hissed, and slowly shook his head:
"It's hard to say. The records from our ancestors are too vague. It's either 'departing from Beihai in the morning and traveling to Cangwu in the evening'—the straight-line distance between Beihai County and Cangwu County is only 1600 kilometers, at most 200 kilometers per hour."

Or it's like 'a rainbow streaks across the sky, covering ten thousand miles in an instant'—is that the speed of light or quantum entanglement? Don't they have any reliable records?!"

Shen Le tried hard to suppress a laugh. "Setting off from the North Sea in the morning and traveling to Cangwu in the evening—that was certainly impressive by the ancients. In today's terms, it couldn't even outrun a high-speed train. Where's the class of a flying sword?"

We don't expect to compete with hypersonic missiles that travel at Mach 3, Mach 5, or even Mach 10 or higher. At least we should be able to compete with fighter jets to have the prestige of the strongest weapon in the era of cold weapons and not fall behind the times!

"And... what about the altitude?"

At altitude, things were even worse. Back then, there were no altimeters or satellite navigation systems. Flying too high meant you couldn't see the mountains and terrain, and it was easy to get lost. Besides, there weren't any other aircraft, so there was no need to fly very high.

Modern airplanes, especially commercial airliners, typically cruise at altitudes around 10,000 meters, while fighter jets frequently reach altitudes of 15000 or 18000 meters...

Flying Sword wanted to bring down those high-value military aircraft, but it flew too low and couldn't reach them, right?
Sure enough, Master Qingyue's smile grew even more bitter. With a sudden exertion of force, three strands of his white beard snapped off, and his longsword rang out with a clear "clang." The old Taoist shook his head helplessly.

"Flying on a sword, generally speaking, involves reaching an altitude where ground landmarks are recognizable but not visible to the naked eye. It's getting increasingly difficult now, with telescope magnification getting higher and higher, and there are also flight paths overhead..."

Don't even mention flying to 10,000 meters; even if you fly to 5,000 meters, just see if the air defense forces will shoot you down.

"I read in a senior's notes that there was a special warning that you shouldn't fly into the gale layer, as it would be extremely dangerous. I guess that means you shouldn't fly into the stratosphere?"

Shen Le silently rolled her eyes... Senior big shots, your vague records are really causing trouble for the younger generation!

In contrast, the sword-controlling techniques he obtained in the illusion, while mainly applicable to low-level operations like controlling a sword for a hundred steps, could still be used to deduce more advanced techniques.

Shen Le thought for a moment and went to borrow the sword from Li Xingtang:
"Can I borrow it to sense it? Before, your flying sword suddenly flew a very, very far away. How exactly did you control it? Can I borrow it to sense it?"

Li Xingtang gripped the hilt of his sword with his glove, looking up without speaking. Shen Le circled around him:
"Please, please! Let me sense it for a bit, and I'll give you a manicure later? -- You don't agree? Then I'll give you a manicure of the leather cords and boots inside the nails too? Still not enough? Then what do you want?"

Li Xingtang slowly reached out his hand to Shen Le, the special glove he wore on the snowy plateau, the one used to wield the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), and touched Shen Le's wrist with a finger. Shen Le suddenly understood, took off the Huang Yutong (a type of metal hilt), and tossed it aside.
"You want to go into the old house? Do you need to take something? What is it?"

This time he guessed right. Li Xingtang got up and went inside, not heading straight for the laboratory, but for Shen Le's room, where she had carefully selected a bunch of things she had bought, things she didn't particularly like.

With a clear objective, he went straight to the drawer, opened it, and took out a black dagger. He slung it at his waist, then held it forward, gesturing to Shen Le:

I want this one!
"You want this knife?" Shen Le asked in surprise. He had bought it to chop copper blocks when he was repairing the bronze seal inscribed "Patrolling Mountains and Controlling Floods" in the series of clay figurines he was working on, but hadn't used it much since.

For him, it was too big, too heavy, and too menacing. Just holding it in his hand gave it a chilling, murderous aura; he always felt that if he wasn't careful, it could slip from his grasp and injure him...

"This is...a very good knife." Li Xingtang lowered his head, gently stroking the blade, and carefully tested the edge with his gloves.
[A great knife for relieving yourself... You could use it in the wild to kill wolves, sheep, rabbits, skin them, cut meat, chop wood—it could do anything! If only I had a knife like that back in the day...]

He gripped the short knife with one hand, thrusting, slashing, parrying, and cutting, his movements flashing with a cold light; each action was concise and powerful.

Even though Shen Le had suffered enough in the memories of this armored general and had undergone enough combat training, he still couldn't wield the knife like that. He could only watch enviously as Li Xingtang wielded the short knife as if it were an extension of his own arm.

After a long while, the armored general finally finished playing with the dagger, stroking it again in silence.

Shen Le guessed that he might have been recalling the hardships he endured in the wild when his short knife broke, or he might have been recalling a comrade-in-arms, or some of his comrades-in-arms.
Shen Le stood beside him, head bowed, for a moment, then smiled.

"Take it if you like! Not just this knife, you can take anything in the house that you like, just say so! These things belong to everyone!"

"No need to use it as a condition, and don't think about exchanging it for anything. If you like it, you can have it!"

A cold glint flashed across the armor, like a genuine smile from the warrior. He carefully hung the scabbard on his belt, then unfastened his longsword and presented it to Shen Le.

The longsword emitted a soft hum, as if questioning: Can you really control me?
Shen Lechong smiled at Li Xingtang, picked up the flying sword, and went to another room. He sat cross-legged, one hand on the scabbard, the other gripping the hilt, and drew the flying sword halfway out, slowly channeling the hot current into it.

At the same time, he activated the mental cultivation technique he had learned in the illusion, breathing in and out, attempting to resonate with the flying sword. After a while, the flying sword vibrated slightly, flashing a streak of light:
There is a door!

Shen Le's eyes lit up. He continued to slowly communicate with the flying sword, and unknowingly, he felt as if he were floating in the clouds:

Perhaps it is itself, or perhaps it is just a flying sword, whistling and rushing through the high sky amidst the long winds and flowing clouds.

Looking down, the mountains appeared as small as beans, the rivers as thin as threads, and the clouds, like snowy waves, parted to create a breathtaking spectacle. Only a ray of sunlight shone on the sword, making it gleam with extraordinary brilliance.

"I understand!" After a long while, Shen Le jumped up:

"I think I understand!"

Even knowing this, he dared not use it casually. This flying sword had flown once before in Zhuxi Town, almost scaring Shen Le to death; it was only thanks to Xiao Youdeng's timely intervention that the matter was averted.

Right now, if he were to let his flying sword fly freely, Cheng Fei would be right next to him, not to mention anything else!

With so many radars shining, if something that can fly thousands of meters into the air and outpaces a high-speed train, or at least a bullet train, goes into the sky, just wait and see if it gets attacked!

How to control the flying sword and minimize its radar cross-section is a unique technique of Master Qingyue's school, which Shen Le has not studied...

"If only I could communicate with the Taoist priest's sword and copy some of his secret manuals... even just a basic little sword... I've got it!"

Shen Le leaped to his feet. Inside the porcelain tower, those flying swords used to suppress demons…maybe?

Of course, most of those porcelain swords never actually flew. But since they were burned inside the porcelain tower and used for work, perhaps some of the sect's internal cultivation techniques could be preserved on them?
Then let's go fix them!

By increasing the power of the Earth and Metal elements and repairing them, we might be able to obtain some unexpected information!
Shen Le tried to repair the pile of broken porcelain swords using the methods for repairing porcelain, but failed several times.

Instead, by using the method of flying swords to slowly sense those porcelain swords, he achieved an unexpected breakthrough: these porcelain swords had an exceptionally sharp and clear quality, and he felt that they had once been flying swords.

After being unified by Shen Le using the Sword Control Technique, those broken, shattered, and tottering parts with fine cracks actually condensed and returned to one.

Shen Le sensed their gentle vibrations and, for some reason, felt as if they were all shouting:

I want to fly again!

The fight must continue!

They also had to stab and slash, drink their fill of demon blood, and suppress them so they couldn't lift their heads, dared not harm anyone, and could only crawl on the ground trembling!
"Oh, so you guys probably can't fly anymore..."

While struggling with his dilemma, Shen Le tried his best to infuse them with spiritual energy. Authentic flying swords were never made of ceramic: although they were hard, they were too brittle to withstand impacts or strong blows.

Not to mention, none of the advanced sword-controlling techniques, such as "Catching Kan and Filling Li" or "Manipulating Dragons and Tigers," are related to ceramics...

It's not on the traditional flying sword material list!

The porcelain swords vibrated incessantly, expressing their desire to "work" and "go to heaven." Gradually, the seven-story porcelain tower and the forty-nine porcelain swords began to tremble slightly, even gently bumping against each other.

After a period of intense competition, the most complete and largest porcelain sword actually leaped out of the tower and hovered directly in front of Shen Le!

Of course, it only hovered for a moment before plunging down, perfectly illustrating what it means to be cool for only a second. Panicked, Shen Le lunged forward, spreading his arms to cushion the porcelain sword:
"Hey, hey! Let's talk this out! Let's discuss it properly! Don't be so forceful!"

The porcelain sword whistled incessantly, its glaze crackling and sputtering, looking utterly defiant, as if to say, "If you won't let me fly, I'll shatter right here!" Shen Le couldn't dissuade it, so she could only whisper words of comfort:

"Alright, alright. Wait a minute, let's talk it over again. Let me see how to make you fly—I've never wielded a porcelain sword before, I have absolutely no idea!"

The difficulty of wielding a porcelain sword was indeed extremely high. This sword felt unusually heavy to Shen Le—

It's not its physical weight, but rather its extremely slow response to spiritual influence. If Shen Le uses a force of 1 to control Li Xingtang's flying sword, then controlling this porcelain sword requires 100% of that force…

"Sigh, I guess I'll just have to refine it slowly... If you want to dig something out, you always have to pay a price..."

He meditated, practiced breathing exercises, slowly rinsed the porcelain sword with warm water, then washed it with spiritual water, and placed it in the spirit-gathering array to nurture it.

After about seven or eight days of this, the effort level finally dropped from 100 to 20, and I was almost ready to try flying.

"go with!"

Following the sword practice method from memory, Shen Le found a small lake at the foot of a high slope, faced the lake, and began to wield the porcelain sword.

With a whoosh, the flying sword, nearly 20 centimeters long, with a thick and solid blade and a milky white color, pierced through the clouds and flew out of sight in an instant!

"Mr. Shen!!!"

In the distance, a familiar figure was shouting, almost screaming until their voice was distorted:
"Put your sword away first! Put your sword away! Finish reading this book first!!!"

What?
Special Affairs Bureau's Low-Altitude Flight Management Regulations?!
(End of this chapter)