Tang Xiaoman let Mu Yunbai lead her forward, while she raised her head and looked at the giant-like tall shelves on both sides with a look of surprise.
The shelves were filled with various objects, among which There were many ancient mirrors of various sizes, large and small.
The simple atmosphere lingering on those ancient mirrors made her know at a glance that they were valuable antiques.
What surprised her the most was the visual impact this place gave her, because this was not the first time she had felt like this.
The last time, when she was six years old, her grandfather took her to the magic weapon library to select magic weapons.
At that time, she was also shocked by the same battle.
But at that time, she was only six years old.
She was so small that everything looked tall.
Looking back now, the magic weapon library was probably just a little bigger than an ordinary room.
And the one that appeared in front of her now was really huge, so big that she didn't know what adjectives she should use to describe what she saw.
Mu Yunbai led her forward and did not stop until he came to a pair of parchment scrolls stretched on a yellow pear wood frame.
On the parchment scroll, the front and back sides of an ancient mirror were drawn with very detailed meticulous techniques.
The meticulous brushwork even outlined every detail of the mirror.
"What is this?"
Tang Xiaoman asked, consciously keeping a certain distance from the hanging parchment.
"I drew this picture after I realized that the Phantom Mirror was not that easy to find."
Mu Yunbai also stood in front of the parchment and said slowly, "I'm afraid that as time goes by, I will I forgot what the phantom mirror looked like.
Fortunately, I drew this picture back then.
Four hundred years have passed, and I really can’t remember it clearly.”
Tang Xiaoman was speechless when he heard this.
This parchment was actually painted by Mu Yunbai, but she had thought it was a masterpiece by a certain master.
Is he a genius?
Why does he seem to know everything?
Just when Tang Xiaoman was thinking about all these things, Mu Yunbai picked up the round mirror in his hand and looked at the parchment scroll.
His movements naturally attracted Tang Xiaoman's attention.
"Didn't you say that the phantom mirror was broken?
Then why did you take this mirror and compare it with this picture?"
Tang Xiaoman asked in confusion.
Mu Yunbai ignored Tang Xiaoman, but frowned and looked at the black handle on the back of the round mirror, and kept rubbing it with his hand.
He saw that the black gradually faded away, revealing the silvery white inside.
"What is this?"
Tang Xiaoman, who found it very strange, couldn't help but ask.
"Although I carefully inspected this mirror in front of Zhang Xiaochen before, it was still not detailed enough."
Mu Yunbai said excitedly, "As expected, this is a repair mirror."
"Ah" Tang Xiaoman said he didn't understand.
"Look at the handle of this mirror.
It's obviously made of silver, and the mirror surface is made of brass."
Mu Yunbai turned over the round mirror in his hand and explained to Tang Xiaoman, "Most people would never cast a mirror like this, and this The mirror must have been cast like this on purpose."
"What's the point of doing this?"
Tang Xiaoman, who roughly understood, still didn't understand the point of doing this.
"Of course it makes sense.
This mirror handle is not an ordinary mirror handle.
It is a part of the phantom mirror.
The person who got it must have felt the unusual aura of the mirror handle, so he thought of repairing it.
But I don’t know why brass is used instead of silver.
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It’s really hard for me to understand for a moment.”
Mu Yunbai turned the round mirror over in his hand and looked at it again and again.
“Judging from the aura reflected on the mirror, it’s really hard to understand.”
Bronze mirrors have been cast for at least two hundred years
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