"Project the crossbow structure from Kaogong Ji into the animation!" he shouted at the top of his voice, and stuffed the paper boat stained with pine soot ink into Wu Ernst's palm.
The child cheered and ran towards the holographic projection area of "Wu Bei Zhi". The fluorescent index tags scattered by his little leather shoes formed the Big Dipper in the air.
A cultural enthusiast held the completely restored "Embroidery Manual" and looked closely, and his glasses chain almost caught sight of the rhino horn seal that the old artist Xing was engraving.
"Look at the graininess of this seed embroidery," he pointed at the Sanskrit embroidery done by a Ming Dynasty embroiderer with her hair, "Does it look like the energy lines of a mutated crystal core?"
The soft light of late spring was suddenly dyed with the color of dew at the hour of Mao as recorded in The Classic of Tea. Chen Yao's silver scissors drew three gradient arcs of light in the cracks of time and space.
Mou Xuan stretched out her hand to hold the remaining pages of "The Book of Fan Sheng" that fell from the crack. When the tactical gloves brushed against her wrist, the bronze ripples of time suddenly condensed into the shape of a lotus.
"The shield has 43 hours of energy left." Chen Yao put the silver scissors back on her waist, and the fragments of the brackets in "Construction Methods" stuck to the ends of her hair fell on Mou Xuan's shoulders.
Behind them, the scholar from Lu was directing the suspended models of agricultural tools from the "Qimin Yaoshu" to be arranged into a defensive formation. The collision of agate beads and the meshing of gears from the "Military Illustrated Book" intertwined into a strange rhythm.
Propaganda officer Qu suddenly threw the charcoal pencil into the rhinoceros skin box, and grabbed the "Jingdezhen Pottery Song" phonograph with his ink-stained hands: "Children, watch carefully!" He turned the gilded needle, and when the lyrics of "Kiln-changed Samadhi Fire" sounded, the fingerprint glaze on the remaining pages of "Tao Shuo" suddenly reflected a holographic kiln.
The Wu children exclaimed in amazement as they saw the paper boats they had folded turned into blue and white porcelain pieces in the virtual kiln fire, each piece engraved with the time recorded in the "Tea Classic".
"The fire of culture is not for eating," Propaganda Officer Qu picked up the jumping child and placed him on his shoulders. The pine soot ink left on his fingertips outlined the outline of the wooden kite in the "Kaogong Ji" in the air, "but it can burn mutants to ashes-"
Before he finished speaking, the star map of "Yu Di Ji Sheng" suddenly trembled violently.
Chen Yao threw the silver scissors backhandedly to nail the shaking "Wu Bei Zhi" crossbow model, and Mou Xuan pressed his tactical gloves on the three-dimensional sand table. The ripples caused by the time power caused ripples in the projection of ancient books in the entire cultural room.
"There is an energy depression in the northwest shield." Scholar Lu's agate beads emitted a dangerous red light in the Qimin Yaoshu agricultural tool array, "It is equivalent to three S-level mutants colliding at the same time."
Old artist Xing suddenly pressed the rhino horn seal heavily on the index rack of "Yingzaofashi", and his old voice rang with the sound of metal and stone: "At 3:30 pm, there is murderous aura in Zhen position." The four characters "Civilization is Sustainable" engraved by him reflected blood color on the glazed tower model. Propaganda officer Qu, who was making a cultural animation, trembled and turned the spinning wheel in "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature" into a rotating chain saw.
A torrent of data flashed through Mou Xuan's pupils, and he saw that the glazed tower on the "Yuan Ye" sand table was being entangled by virtual vines.
Chen Yao's silver scissors suddenly made a dragon-like sound, and the giant bone spurs that were faintly visible outside the protective shield were reflected on the blades.
"Continue to complete the augmented reality (AR) projection of the Embroidery Manual." Mou Xuan held down the cultural enthusiast who wanted to rush towards the fortifications. Wherever his tactical gloves passed, the millet model of the Book of Pan Sheng automatically filled the gap in the star map. "Wu Ernr, go and replace Grandpa Lu's abacus with the gap accumulation model of the Nine Chapters of the Mathematical Book."
When propagandist Qu put the last animation manuscript into the phonograph, the dome of the cultural room suddenly dropped down with the twelve-note lü curtain recorded in the Complete Book of Music.
The paper boats folded by the Wu children turned into chimes in the light curtain, and each sound of the bell shattered a piece of mutant mucus that tried to infiltrate.
"There are still seventeen minutes left to complete all archiving." Chen Yao's silver scissors drew a countdown in the air, and the dewdrops on the "Tea Classic" picked up by the scissors reflected Mou Xuan's cold profile.
She pretended to straighten his collar, and her fingertips quietly brushed away the kiln ash from "Tao Shuo" behind his ear.
Mou Xuan suddenly grabbed her hand before she could take it back, and the bronze halo of the time power spread along the palms of their clasped hands.
The remaining pages of the ancient books that had not yet been put back in place suddenly floated in a circle, and each page showed the handwriting of the two people who had restored it together.
"After we finish dealing with these hooligans," he let go of her hand, the temperature of the rhino horn glue that Chen Yao often used still lingered on his tactical gloves, "I'll take you to pick the midnight snow mentioned in The Classic of Tea."
A teeth-grinding scraping sound came from outside the protective shield, and the eaves of the glazed tower model went out one after another.
Mou Xuan suddenly turned his head and looked towards the "Illustrated Explanation of Military Equipment" display area. The crosshairs of the flintlock rifle were jumping violently towards the northwest.
Chen Yao's silver scissors engraved a new defense pattern on the wall. The sharp blade resonated with the quenching process recorded in "Kaogong Ji", burning indigo patterns on the alloy wall.
"Ask Engineer Cui to come and take a look at the energy circulation system." Mou Xuan's voice was as tight as the mortise and tenon joints in "Lu Ban Jing". He took a last glance at the "Tao Ge" phonograph that had turned completely emerald green, from which came the clear voices of children singing along to "After the rain, the sky is blue and the clouds are broken".
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