The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

"Damn it-"

evening.

A scream echoed through the woods.

The man carrying a pile of firewood was so scared that he pissed and shit himself and crawled down the mountain.

He murmured, "Oh my god, there really is a ghost."

Not far behind him.

Li Changxiao, who had just crawled out of a pit, looked helpless and accidentally scared someone.

"Owner."

The figure of Jade Rakshasa appeared.

"How many years?" Li Changxiao asked, brushing off the dust on his body.

"Ten years." Yu Luosha replied.

Li Changxiao was stunned. He thought it would only take about one or two years.

The dream lasts for thousands of years.

Time flies so fast.

Li Changxiao looked down the mountain path and asked in surprise, "Where is the Clay Figurine Village?"

"She's gone." Yu Luosha said, "In the fourth year of the master's sleep, a plague broke out in the Clay Man Village and many people died, including Zhang Huochai."

"Where are Liu Han and the others?" Li Changxiao asked.

"Liu Han and his wife moved away." Yu Luosha replied.

Then, she thought for a while and spoke again: "Master, during the ten years you were asleep, the outside world has changed a lot."

"The Lingtian Dynasty was hit by disasters and chaos. This continent is too large and the dynasty's rule over the local areas is unstable."

Yu Luosha paused and continued, "The Lingtian Dynasty has split."

Li Changxiao's pupils shrank.

Yu Luosha continued: "Not only that."

"Many small countries have also emerged in the surrounding areas. The Lingtian Dynasty today is not only plagued by natural disasters and man-made disasters, but also by bandits and villains... and wars."

Hearing this, Li Changxiao finally couldn't help but sighed deeply.

Yu Luosha wanted to continue speaking.

He waved his hand lightly and walked down the Chaishan Mountain by himself.

In the world of practitioners, ten years is just a moment, a retreat, the closing of an eye.

And in the secular dynasty.

Ten years is enough for a country to change its owner.

Come to the former clay figurine village.

The big rock at the entrance of the village is still there, but most of the houses on both sides have collapsed.

Li Changxiao came to the porcelain kiln and took a look inside. There was nothing inside except rotten dead wood and debris on the ground.

Li Changxiao sat in the porcelain kiln and was in a daze for several hours.

I thought.

After waking up, I can come back to see him and teach Liu Han some love words in exchange for some practical porcelain firing techniques. Or even have a few sips of wine.

I never thought that this could not withstand the test of time.

"gone."

Li Changxiao muttered something and walked towards the town.

He found a restaurant, but did not order any food. He just wanted to find out where Liu Han was.

A month later.

Li Changxiao came to a thatched hut.

Knocked lightly on the door.

A middle-aged man with a full beard pushed open the door. He seemed to be drunk and reeked of alcohol.

"Who are you looking for?" The man rubbed his eyes and asked impatiently.

"I'm looking for Liu Han." Li Changxiao replied.

"Looking for me?" Liu Han said angrily: "I've already told you that all my good porcelains are sold out! Sold out!!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the edge of the door and closed it with force.

Li Changxiao grabbed his wrist and said with a hint of emotion and melancholy in his voice, "I'm not here to buy porcelain."

The man was stunned, then he looked carefully at the man in white in front of him.

As soon as I saw him, I immediately felt a familiar feeling in my heart, as if I had seen him somewhere.

In my mind, a vague figure gradually became clear.

His eyes gradually widened, and he blurted out, pointing at Li Changxiao, "You are..."

Li Changxiao nodded.

Liu Han was happy at first, as his bearded, unkempt and lifeless face seemed to have a bit of life. But soon, he looked embarrassed and at a loss.

"Would you like to invite me in and sit down?" Li Changxiao said with a smile.

"Ha! Look at me." Liu Han smiled awkwardly, led Li Changxiao into the house, and poured him a cup of hot water.

ten years.

Liu Han has changed a lot, and can even be seen as two completely different people.

"Brother Changxiao, you've taken good care of yourself. You look exactly the same as you did ten years ago. You don't look older at all." Liu Han laughed and poured him a glass of water.

Li Changxiao took the cup of water and drank it all in one gulp. "Yeah, I haven't aged at all."

"By the way, where is Qiu Ci?" Li Changxiao asked.

Liu Han's expression darkened and he said, "Let's go."

"Her father died of the plague. She also contracted the plague at the time. Although she recovered later, her vitality was seriously damaged. In the end...she still died."

"Sorry..." Li Changxiao sighed.

"Hey, what's the big deal." Liu Han smiled carefreely, "It's just those love words you taught me, and I don't know who to tell them to." But his tiger eyes were slightly moist.

"Are you short of money?" Li Changxiao quickly changed the subject.

"Money..." Liu Han took a deep breath, "How can I not lack it? When Qiu Ci was alive, she needed money for medical treatment, so I bought all the good porcelain."

"At that time, Qiuci and I had a quarrel, and it was the only quarrel we had. You know, we porcelain makers cannot sell the high-quality porcelain we make. Otherwise, we will be greedy for money and end up with a bad reputation."

"But I don't care. I have to do something."

Having said that, Liu Han paused, turned around and secretly wiped away his tears.

Li Changxiao said nothing and just acted as a receiver.

Liu Han said a lot. His love for Qiu Ci was real, and his love for porcelain was also real. However, because of his selling good porcelain, many porcelain craftsmen around him sneered at him and even hated him.

Often throws dog poop at the door.

Moreover, Liu Han can feel it clearly as he grows older.

What Zhang Huochai said back then was true.

For ordinary people, firing a good piece of porcelain would shorten their lifespan. At that time, he was young and energetic, and in urgent need of money for medical treatment, so he fired seven pieces.

He said self-deprecatingly that maybe he would suddenly die that day.

Li Changxiao was born with the Great Dream Immortal Body, and he was very sensitive to the life span of people.

He could feel that Liu Han's lifespan was indeed rapidly decreasing.

However, it has nothing to do with the good porcelain produced before.

"Are you still making fine porcelain?" Li Changxiao frowned and asked, "You don't want to live anymore? Stop it immediately, and you can at least live to 60 years old. If you need money, just go and earn it. Money is the most worthless thing in the world."

Liu Han's eyes showed a determined look and he nodded. "I, Liu Han, have been firing porcelain for twenty years. I will stop after I finish firing this last piece."

"Why bother?" Li Changxiao didn't understand, but he also understood. Finally, he sighed, "Forget it, forget it. Let's go and eat mutton noodle soup. This time, I'll treat you."

Liu Han regained some of his youthful charm, laughed, and said that he remembered the days when he pushed porcelain to the town to sell it.