When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

Ten years. Many things are gone, but many things are still there.

There is a noodle shop on the west street of the town.

The mutton soup noodles here are very famous.

Li Changxiao and Liu Han went into the noodle shop, found a table and sat down, and ordered two servings of mutton soup noodles.

Pour the mutton bone broth on the noodles.

Sprinkle some chopped green onions.

Finally, add some shredded chicken and a green vegetable.

Simple configuration, but it is so delicious that it makes people drool.

Li Changxiao first drank a mouthful of broth to moisten his throat, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and ate them in big mouthfuls.

In less than a few minutes.

The bowl of noodles was finished, and there was no soup left.

Liu Han was the same. He hadn't eaten noodles for a long time and ate faster than Li Changxiao.

"Boss, pay."

Li Changxiao took out a few coins and put them on the table.

Coming out of the noodle shop.

The two walked on the street.

When they reached a fork in the road.

Liu Han suddenly said, "Brother Changxiao, let's stop here."

Li Changxiao frowned, and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

"See you again if we're lucky." Liu Han turned and walked into the fork in the road.

Li Changxiao looked at his back.

Finally, he turned and walked to another road.

He has walked many roads, met many people, and witnessed many deaths. He is not afraid of death. This is the end of everyone, and he may be no exception.

But he hopes that some people can have a good end.

"Let's go." Li Changxiao left the town.

He returned to the Clay Man Village.

He carried a few buckets of water, cleaned up Zhang Huochai's porcelain kiln, and threw all the collapsed wood into other houses.

The next day.

He went to the Chai Mountain to chop wood, and used the wood he chopped to build the roof of the porcelain kiln.

On the third day, he went up the mountain to select clay, re-lit the kiln fire, and started firing porcelain.

As expected, his talent in firing porcelain was still mediocre.

The porcelain he fired was neither as coordinated as Zhang Huochai nor as delicate as Liu Han.

On the fourth day, he fired a small porcelain man. Because of the improper temperature, half of the face of the small porcelain man was black, and the facial features could not be seen at all.

He threw away the small porcelain man and kneaded a new porcelain embryo, this time a small bowl.

He recalled Zhang Huochai's porcelain firing techniques and teachings, and threw the porcelain embryo into the furnace.

Six hours later.

The porcelain bowl was finally completed. Although a corner was cracked in the high temperature, Li Changxiao regarded it as a flawed beauty.

He used it immediately, poured Zui Sheng Meng Si into the porcelain bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and fell asleep on the spot.

After waking up, he continued to fire porcelain. Although he had already engraved Zhang Huochai and Liu Han's porcelain firing techniques in his mind one by one with the ability of a Yuanying cultivator to remember everything he saw, he still couldn't understand it.

This reminded Li Changxiao of Zhang Huochai's evaluation of him: Although he learned quickly, his talent in firing porcelain was far inferior to that of other disciples, but... maybe hard work can make up for his shortcomings?

He fired porcelain for another half a month.

He fired two pieces of porcelain that looked good.

But it was still far from the "good porcelain" that Zhang Huochai said.

"Hey, Luosha, do you think my talent is so bad?" Li Changxiao was deeply shocked and ran to the roof to drink.

"Master, you are an immortal, how can your talent be bad?" The figure of Yu Luosha appeared.

"Stop complimenting me. What's wrong with being an immortal? He just knows some magic." Li Changxiao asked seriously, "I want you to tell me the truth. Is my talent bad?"

Yu Luosha held it in for a long time, and finally nodded nervously, "A little bit."

Li Changxiao was even more sad. He thought about it and wanted to see how good Yu Luosha was at firing porcelain.

The next day, Yu Luosha also joined the firing. She was a martial arts genius in her lifetime, and she was not unfamiliar with firing porcelain because of what she had seen and heard.

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The fired porcelain actually looked good.

Li Changxiao had to accept the fact. Considering the loss of soul, he let Yu Luosha go back to the soul bead to rest.

He fired porcelain for several days in a row.

Suddenly one day.

Li Changxiao wanted to try it. If he had the help of spiritual energy, what would the porcelain he fired be?

Maybe he could fire good porcelain.

If he wanted to do it, he would do it. In his mind, Li Changxiao recalled every action of Zhang Huochai when firing porcelain.

The model of the porcelain embryo, the firing time, and the firing technique.

He copied it completely from beginning to end. Although he didn't know the key points of many things, he thought that if everything was copied completely, it would have the same effect, right?

Five hours later.

This latest porcelain came out of the furnace.

Very beautiful.

A faint halo was attached to the surface, as if it had fairy air.

At first glance, this porcelain even surpassed the good porcelain mentioned by Zhang Huochai.

But Li Changxiao knew.

This is still not good porcelain, far from it. People who really know the business can see it after a few more glances.

He frowned slightly. Obviously, his technique, the control of the temperature, everything, were exactly the same as Zhang Huochai at that time.

Even if he couldn't fire good porcelain.

Logically speaking, it wouldn't be so far off.

Why is that?

He tried again, and it was still a perfect copy, but the result was still the same.

All he got was a high-quality porcelain with a fairy-like aura and a great appearance, which was still far from the "good porcelain" that Zhang Huochai had mentioned.

That was it.

Li Changxiao fired it for a few more days.

Still failed.

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Another day.

The cock just crowed.

Li Changxiao got up, took a broom, and swept the house inside and outside carefully.

When it was spotless, he walked out of the porcelain kiln, gently closed the door, and locked it with an iron chain.

Today, he did not go up the mountain to collect mud, nor did he burn porcelain.

He walked in the opposite direction and entered the small town near the Clay Man Village.

The town was very lively.

It seemed that there was a big show.

There was indeed a big show.

This town loves porcelain. Whenever good porcelain comes out, the people in the town will go to feast their eyes.

Li Changxiao mixed in the crowd and walked to the place where porcelain was specially exhibited.

Saw it from afar.

There was a porcelain bottle placed in the highest and most conspicuous position.

I asked and found out.

This porcelain bottle has an extraordinary origin and is called a rare sight in a thousand years by porcelain connoisseurs.

It is no longer an ordinary good porcelain.

It is a top-quality product!

After asking again, it turned out to be the work of Liu Han, a porcelain master. Unfortunately, Liu Han died at home because of laughing when this work just came out.

Then ask what the name of this porcelain is.

Others said that this porcelain is just one word: autumn.

Li Changxiao looked at the porcelain bottle from afar, and vaguely understood why he couldn't make good porcelain.

It's not because of the reason that you need to pour emotions into the firing of porcelain, which is more mysterious than practicing.

It's just because he is not a mortal.

This kind of "good porcelain" can only be fired by mortals.

Mortals don't have the keen perception of flames, the exquisite control of their hands, and many other things...

But only with the flawed and even weak mortal body, can the porcelain fired have the kind of beauty that cannot be used, and can be called good porcelain.

Mortals... also have something that immortals can't compare to.

After Li Changxiao realized this, he smiled knowingly, and his wish was fulfilled.

He stayed in the clay figurine village to fire porcelain, just to wait for the "good porcelain" to come out, take a look at it, and then leave.