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

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

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

The mutton soup noodles here are very famous.

Li Changxiao and Liu Han entered the noodle shop, found a table to sit down, and ordered two bowls of mutton soup noodles.

Pour the mutton bone broth over the noodles.

Sprinkle some chopped green onions.

Finally, add some shredded chicken and a piece of green vegetable.

Simple configuration, but delicious enough to make your mouth water.

Li Changxiao first took a sip of the broth to moisten his throat, then picked up the noodles with chopsticks and started slurping them.

Less than a few minutes.

The bowl of noodles was finished, not even any soup was left.

The same was true for Liu Han. 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 of them were walking down the street.

When you come to 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 turned and walked another way.

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

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

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

He returned to the Clay Figurine Village.

They fetched a few buckets of water, cleaned Zhang Huochai's porcelain kiln, and threw all the collapsed wood into another room.

the next day.

He went to the firewood mountain to chop firewood, and used the firewood he chopped to build the roof of the porcelain kiln.

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

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

The fired porcelain has neither the coordination of Zhang Huochai nor the delicacy of Liu Han.

On the fourth day, he fired a small porcelain figure. However, due to the improper temperature, half of the face of the figure was black and no facial features could be seen at all.

He threw away the small porcelain figure and made a new porcelain embryo, this time into a small bowl.

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

Six hours later.

The porcelain bowl was finally completed. Although a corner of it was cracked due to the high temperature, Li Changxiao regarded it as a kind of beauty in imperfection.

He made it right away, poured the wine "Drunkenness and Dreaminess" into a porcelain bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and fell asleep right there.

After waking up, he continued to make porcelain. Although he had already engraved Zhang Huochai and Liu Han's porcelain-making techniques in his mind one by one with the photographic memory of a Nascent Soul cultivator and had visualized them over and over again, he still could not understand them.

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

The porcelain was fired for another half month.

A total of two pieces of porcelain with good appearance were produced.

But it is still far from the "good porcelain" that Zhang Huochai mentioned.

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

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

"Stop complimenting me. What's wrong with being an immortal? I just know 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, "Indeed, a little bit."

Li Changxiao suddenly became even sadder, and thought about it, wanting to see how good Yu Luosha was at making porcelain.

The next day, Yu Luosha also joined the ranks of porcelain firing. She was a martial arts genius in her life, and was not unfamiliar with porcelain firing as she had been exposed to it from her daily life.

The porcelain produced actually looks really good.

Li Changxiao had to accept the fact. Considering the problem of soul and body loss, he let Yu Luosha return to the soul bead to rest.

The porcelain was fired for several days in a row.

Suddenly one day.

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

Maybe it would be possible to produce good porcelain.

Just do it if you want to. Li Changxiao recalled in his mind every movement of Zhang Huochai when he was firing porcelain.

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

He copied it completely from beginning to end, even though he didn't understand the key points of many things. But he thought that if he copied everything exactly, it would have the same effect, right?

Five hours later.

This latest porcelain is out of the oven.

Very beautiful.

There is a faint halo on the surface, as if it has fairy air.

At first glance, this porcelain even surpasses the good porcelain that Zhang Huochai mentioned.

But Li Changxiao knew.

This is still not good porcelain, far from it. Someone who really knows the business can tell that after taking a few more glances.

He frowned slightly. His technique and control of the temperature, everything was exactly the same as Zhang Huochai's at that time.

Even if you can't make good porcelain.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be that far off.

Why is it?

He tried again, still copying it perfectly, but the result was still the same.

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

that's it.

Li Changxiao continued to cook for a few more days.

Still failed.

……

Another day.

The cock just crowed.

Li Changxiao got up, took a broom, and cleaned the house carefully inside and out.

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

Today, people don’t go up the mountain to collect mud, nor do they burn porcelain.

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

The town is bustling.

It seems like there is some big show.

There are indeed big shows.

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

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

Seen from afar.

A porcelain vase was placed at the highest and most conspicuous position.

You will find out after asking.

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

This is no longer an ordinary good porcelain.

But it’s the best!

Upon further inquiry, it turned out to be the work of the porcelain master Liu Han. Unfortunately, just as this work was released, Liu Han died at home from laughing so hard that he choked.

Then ask what the name of this porcelain is.

Others said that this porcelain could be summed up in one word: autumn.

Li Changxiao looked at the porcelain bottle from afar and vaguely understood why he was unable to make good porcelain.

It’s not because when firing porcelain, one needs to pour emotion into it, which is a reason that is more mysterious than spiritual practice.

Simply because I am not a mortal.

Only mortals can produce this kind of "fine porcelain".

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

But only porcelain made from the flawed, even weak human body can possess that kind of beauty that is impossible to use and can be called good porcelain.

Mortals...also have aspects that are incomparable to immortals.

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

He stayed in the Clay Man Village to make porcelain just to wait for the "good porcelain" to come out and take a look at it before leaving.