The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 667 Porcelain Sword, what exactly are you taking me to find?!

Thank goodness, the missile didn't land. Not only did the missile not land, but the urgent calls from the Special Affairs Bureau didn't follow either.

The heat from Shen Le's palm circulated for the first time inside the porcelain tower, and the porcelain flying swords began to decrease in altitude and slow down.

As they circled around to the second time, the porcelain swords, one after the other, formed a ring around Shen Le, encircling him and the porcelain tower in the middle.

After the third rotation, except for one porcelain sword that trembled slightly and remained suspended in place, the other forty-eight swords had transformed into streams of light like swimming fish, plunging into the porcelain tower and hanging securely...

“Alright, at least you guys are obedient.” Shen Le sighed, pressing his left hand against the edge of the tower and reaching forward with his right hand to grab the floating porcelain sword.

However, when he extended his hand by one foot, the porcelain sword retreated by one foot.
If the fingertips are raised an inch too high, the porcelain sword will float an inch higher.
Shen Le slightly raised his hand, creating a vortex of wind, trying to drag the porcelain sword back. With a "whoosh," the porcelain sword shot away...

It wasn't going far, just hovering on the nearest hilltop. The sword was slightly tilted, leaning against a clump of bushes, its tip hovering in the air, constantly trembling slightly.

After pausing for a while, seeing the whirlpool disappear, it cautiously flew a little further, then a little further still...

Stopping just out of Shen Le's reach, the sword tip droops, striking once, then striking again.

With that look on its face, as if to say "You can't catch me, you can't catch me no matter what," it still tried to entice Shen Le to reach out and grab it!

"...What exactly do you want?" Shen Le simply withdrew his hands and placed them on the porcelain tower, trying to channel power into it. After rotating it three more times, the porcelain sword cautiously moved closer.

Shen Le glanced at it but still couldn't catch it, so he simply released Huang Yutong and had the clay figurines lift the porcelain tower and stuff it back into the old house, at least saving himself some energy.
"What are your thoughts? Come over here, and we can discuss it directly."

The porcelain sword remained motionless. Shen Le flattened his palm, patiently waiting for it, silently counting to ten. Reaching ten, he thrust his fingertips forward and suddenly grabbed—

A bolt of lightning shot out, dense and interwoven into a net, encircling the porcelain sword. However, the porcelain sword was exceptionally slippery, withdrawing and retreating in a flash, piercing through the net and disappearing hundreds of paces away!

Shen Le: "..."

What exactly do you want to do?

He also got a little angry, so he simply turned around and went straight into the old house. He pushed open the door, went inside, turned on the tap, and washed his hands and face.

I'll just not work today!

I'll have a good meal and a good night's sleep. If you don't come to communicate with me, I won't communicate with you either!
He leisurely selected food, put it in the microwave, turned on the induction cooker, and set out the bowls and chopsticks, preparing to fill his stomach.

The little ones flitted around him, some bringing him clothes to change, some bringing clean cloths to clean the porcelain tower, and some turning on the TV and letting him choose which channels to watch...

Shen Le had only taken two bites of her meal when three soft "tap," "tap," "tap" sounds came from outside. She paused, glanced at the sound, and then continued eating.
what?
Whether you're a weasel or a member of the Hu family, the world is vast, but eating is the most important thing!
After taking a couple more bites, the porcelain tower began to sway and vibrate. Although it wasn't about to fall to the ground, its swaying was quite noticeable, and it even tried to turn sideways, reflecting the light into Shen Le's eyes.

Shen Le frowned and coughed:
"Get a curtain to cover it! If it doesn't stop, tie it up with a rope!"

The porcelain pagoda stopped abruptly, standing firmly as if it had no spirit whatsoever, no different from any other stone pagoda along the roadside in a scenic area.

The knocking outside grew more and more urgent. A moment later, a woman in a flowing dress appeared before Shen Le, gesturing and then offering him a cell phone to speak for her.

"Is that porcelain sword knocking on the door outside? -- Okay, let it knock for a while, and then I'll open the door and let it in after I've finished eating!"

Should!
When I want to communicate with it, it won't communicate. But when I ignore it, it keeps knocking on the door. What's the point?
When he spoke, Luo Qun put down her phone and stood aside. Huang Yutong was even less likely to open the door for Cijian without permission.

The door creaked twice, and somehow it communicated with the porcelain sword, because the knocking outside actually stopped.

However, after Shen Le had finished eating and drinking, he wiped his mouth, stepped out, and reached out to open the gate—

A flash of white light crossed his vision, and the thin, bright porcelain flying sword hovered three feet in front of him. As soon as it saw him, it fell straight down!

"Hey!!!"

Shen Le lunged forward, outstretched his arms, and scooped it up with all his might. Good news! He made the save; his hands finally cushioned the fall of the flying sword, preventing it from shattering into pieces.

The bad news is that he was so focused on saving the flying sword that he didn't notice the threshold in front of him, and it was a huge threshold that could be used as a small stool.

At this moment, the person lunged forward, tripped, and immediately fell flat on the ground—

"oops!!!"

Shen Le cried out in surprise. Huang Yutong was so clueless! Watching him lunge forward, why didn't she think to pull the threshold back a little?!

Shen Le tensed up and quickly summoned the wind vortex, trying to lift himself up to avoid falling and getting hurt.

At the critical moment, two long ribbons shot out, wrapped around his shoulders and arms, and were pulled upwards with force:
"Huh, huh..."

Shen Le struggled to stand firm, twisting his shoulders to let the skirts loosen their sleeves so they wouldn't hold him so tightly anymore.

Only then did I feel a sharp pain in my palm. Upon closer inspection, I saw blood seeping from both hands. In my panic, I had gripped the porcelain sword so tightly that I had cut my palm on the blade...

"Hiss... hiss..."

Shen Le's face contorted as he quickly and silently activated the golden bead in his dantian, lighting up the healing talisman to stop the bleeding and heal himself.

The porcelain sword seemed to know it had caused trouble, lying motionless in his hand until the mess was cleaned up. Then it vibrated twice with a "buzzing" sound and began to try to turn again.
"So what exactly do you want me to do?"

Shen Leyi gripped the hilt of the sword, feeling the pulling force transmitted through the blade. He focused his mind slightly, channeling the heat into the sword, trying to glean information from it.

Despite being tossed around twice, Porcelain Sword seemed unable to communicate and simply tried to drag him away.

Shen Le felt the pull on his hands, sighed, summoned a vortex of wind to slightly support himself, and quickly followed:
“Okay, I’ll go with you. — Huang Yutong, close the doors and windows, shut the whole house down, come with me, don’t let anything get out!”

A beam of light struck his wrist, shrinking the ancient house to the size of a wrist bead and clinging tightly to his skin.

Shen Le loosely gripped the porcelain sword, his toes barely touching the ground, hovering and bouncing slightly, advancing forward with one foot high and one foot low:

A biting mountain wind swept through. While the lower slopes still retained some warmth, a thin frost had already formed on the nearly 3,000-meter-high mountain. The short grass clung tightly to the ground, intertwined with the exposed sedimentary rocks; each step resulted in either a slip on gravel or a slip on the frost-covered blades…

Shen Le was only able to take a step in this unfamiliar place where it was getting dark and there was neither a flashlight nor a trekking pole, because he was skilled and daring and had the ability to fly.

As he walked, he looked around.
What exactly are they trying to find for me?

Looking for a Taoist temple?
Looking for a temple?
You can't exactly look for a porcelain kiln, can you? Who would be so foolish as to set up a porcelain kiln in such a high place? It wouldn't be able to work there!

He moved forward step by step, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see the target the porcelain sword was leading him to. Fortunately, the porcelain sword was still flying along the ridge, and as long as he kept his footing, he wasn't afraid of anything happening...

and many more!

The force in his hand suddenly dropped downwards. After traversing two mountain ridges, the sword tip suddenly plunging downwards, heading straight for the bottom of the cliff!

Shen Le only doesn't have to worry about overdoing it or suddenly falling off a cliff because he always has flight magic wrapped around him.

Shen Le slightly bent his knees, trying to make himself firmly planted on the ground to provide friction against the pulling force of the sword tip. After thinking for a moment, he simply stepped on the ground, making himself slightly airborne.
The next moment, the porcelain sword pulled him along, and they plunged into the darkness below the cliff.

Shen Le tried his best to maintain his flight technique, and the little oil lamp jumped out again, dutifully setting up a fine electric net around him.

The sun had already begun to set in the west, and there was still a glimmer of light on the mountaintop. By the time we reached the mountainside, dusk had already enveloped the surrounding area.

The porcelain sword didn't stop; it continued flying downwards for a while before suddenly turning and plunging into the mountainside.

Shen Le unleashed his spiritual power, constantly sensing his surroundings. His eyes gleamed in the darkness, ready to call upon the earth and the mountains.

However, the porcelain sword plunged him headfirst into the hole, making a soft "pop" sound, like a soap bubble being popped. Then, his vision went dark, followed by a flash of light:
"what……"

Shen Le let out a soft gasp of surprise. The mountain wall they had just traversed was still covered in fine, downy grass, with small clumps of shrubs scattered among them, dotted with tiny white flowers.
After passing through the illusion, however, they found themselves stepping on rocks, and these rocks were very flat and clearly man-made.

After standing still and looking around carefully, it was clearly a passageway, more than two meters wide. Shen Le stretched out his arms, but couldn't touch the edge of the passageway to the left or right, and had to move another step to the side.

Reaching out to touch it again, the walls of the passageway are basically vertical, with faint and varying depths of carving marks on them. They are clearly not made of bricks or large stones, but rather carved directly into the stone wall.
Shen Le held his palm upright and chopped downwards, then chopped again. He turned to look at the porcelain sword, feeling that the passageway had been carved out bit by bit by flying swords...

The passageway is high and wide, enough to accommodate a person over two meters tall, who can walk inside with their back straight.

There are even traces of inlays on the wall, I don't know if it was an oil lamp or something, it probably used to be lit, but it has been dimmed over the years.

Fortunately, the porcelain sword emitted a faint white light, and Shen Le also threw out a ball of light, which barely illuminated the surrounding area as he walked in step by step:

Whether the passageway was connected to the outside or not, Shen Le stood in the middle and did not feel any air movement, nor did he smell any stench.

The stone surface beneath their feet was clean and tidy, free of withered branches and decaying leaves, and without any snakes or insects scurrying about. The porcelain sword vibrated excitedly, pulling Shen Le further inside, its strength seemingly increasing—

Shen Le glanced left and right, then walked in unhurriedly. After walking two or three zhang (approximately 6.6-9 meters) and turning a corner, the porcelain sword suddenly jolted and flew out of his hand!

"Spare your life!"

A scream echoed from the depths of the tunnel. It was extremely faint, extremely sharp, and the pronunciation was somewhat strange, seemingly even beyond the realm of accent.

Shen Le stomped hard on the ground and rushed forward. He saw a vast stone chamber, or rather, a stone hall, where several furry balls huddled together, trembling.

"Spare us! We didn't do anything wrong..."

The porcelain sword darted excitedly through the stone hall, leaving trails of afterimages that wove together a snow-white cage of light, enveloping the furballs in a corner.

Shen Le sighed and clapped his hands forcefully:

"return!"

If you don't come back soon, I'm leaving!

I'm really not going to care about you anymore!

A miracle occurred. At Shen Le's shout, the porcelain sword actually returned with a whoosh, obediently landing in his hand. Shen Le gripped the hilt tightly, forcefully bending it behind his back, and took two steps closer, crouching down:

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to disturb you. Who are you? Are you the owners of this place?"

The porcelain sword vibrated violently twice, and in the clang of the blade, Shen Le actually detected a hint of anger. The fur balls shrank even smaller.

"No! No, we didn't! We just found a place to stay here and moved in secretly... Spare us! We'll leave right now!"

Shen Le sighed. He looked closely in the light he had created; these furry balls were foxes of various sizes, mostly grayish-yellow, a few yellowish-brown, and one even was red—

Even red foxes have a lot of mixed fur, not the pure, fiery red kind: such a fur wouldn't fetch a high price after being skinned.

They can speak human language and stand upright to bow, but they can't transform into human form; these little fellows' skills are clearly still quite shallow. Let alone the little oil lamp, the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword he carries could easily kill several of them.
Even if you summon the Special Affairs Bureau, they might not be willing to intervene in a monster of this caliber.

Moreover, this is the middle of nowhere, surrounded by towering mountains. It's easy for him to call someone, but to make them come all this way is too much trouble for the Special Affairs Bureau staff. Not everyone can fly like him!

"Alright, you guys stay here for now. You can only leave if you really need to. It's not easy to find a place to stay in this wind and rain." Shen Le was a little soft-hearted.

He straightened up, held the porcelain sword in front of him, and used his body to shield it, turning it so it wasn't aimed at the fluffy balls.
"You brought me here, what do you want me to find? Let's find it quickly and settle this matter quickly..."

The porcelain sword vibrated twice before plunging into the ground, rapidly tracing lines on the surface. Shen Le watched in trepidation as it repeatedly collided with the stone, sparks flying and white streaks appearing on the ground.

Stone is hard, and porcelain swords are both tough and brittle; please don't let them break here! If they break here, I'll have to fix them later!

Fortunately, the porcelain sword held up remarkably well. Once the white mark was drawn, it left a shape on the ground resembling the Big Dipper, its handle pointing far towards the stone wall.

Stop! The entire stone hall is shaking violently!
(End of this chapter)