Han Dan

Since ancient times, jade has warmed the spirit and nourished the soul, and its aura has always been in a gentle state. There is only one kind of jade that is different, and that is Mingyu.Its spiritual power often has a bloody meaning, which can corrode the cultivation of the soul, and it is a disaster for both mortals and monks.

But Mingyu is not useless, this kind of jade is extremely lifeless, it is best used to nourish the evil erysipelas.It's a pity that dark jade is very rare, mostly born in evil places, watered with blood, entangled in death, it is very taboo to avoid righteousness, and its appearance is not much different from other jades, ordinary Danxiu can only feast his eyes on ancient books.

Gu Qingmian is not an ordinary Danxiu, he is a shameless Danxiu.

Decades ago, Taoist Fenqin hadn't betrayed the view of Qinghan, and he could always get some strange and weird things—from the devil's way, from the world, with different origins and reasons, which were quite interesting, and often attracted fellow students to look at them.

One day, with some supernatural power, he got a piece of Bai Mingyu the size of a palm.Gu Qingmian went to the door, begged for a whole day and night under the watchful eyes of everyone, and lost a lot of precious medicines, big and small, before exhausting all her efforts to get them, offering them like treasures.It's a pity that later that fellow sect betrayed the view of Qinghan, the head ordered a thorough investigation and took away the precious jade, which made Gu Qingmian's hair turn gray several times.

Now when he suddenly saw a piece of Qingming jade, he felt his heart flutter.Gu Qingmian took a step forward: "You—"

The two of them didn't expect that there was another one here, so they became alert.The man who came out of the well first asked, "Who are you?"

The voice was crisp and bright, it was actually a boy.

Jing Cheng hurriedly said: "He, little brother, helped me bring the firewood."

The old man can't speak clearly and can't speak clearly.Gu Qingmian added: "I'm going to—" He paused, concealed the clear characters, and used the name of the road, "Gu Tu. Lu Tu Tu. I was a passer-by. Seeing that it was not easy for the old man to carry firewood, he helped him up. Bundle."

The two looked at each other.

The person who came out said solemnly: "Wan Muchun." He pointed to the dark boy again: "Jingde."

The young man was not very wary, seeing that the old woodcutter brought him back, he immediately smiled and said, "So it was brought by grandpa, that's good."

On the contrary, Wan Muchun looked at him coldly, pursed his lips and remained silent.He seemed to be jealous of something, he didn't dare to touch the jade pendant, but just hooked the rope and put it into his clothes.

Gu Qingmian smiled and asked: "Grandpa? I think you are him—"

Before the words finished, the old woodcutter had already touched the cloth bag in Wan Muchun's hand: "My son, how is it? Is it done! Is it done!"

He was eager and powerless, like a drowning man reaching for straws.

Gu Qingmian turned her head in doubt, but saw the young man smiled wryly twice, pointed to his head with his finger, and shook his head.

Wan Muchun supported Jing Cheng, who knew that the old man was extremely agile at this moment, and suddenly opened the bag.Immediately afterwards, the light in Jing Cheng's eyes suddenly went out, and deep despair appeared in his cloudy pupils: "It can't be done again? Why can't it be done——"

He threw off the cloth bag and staggered two steps, "It's not good, ahhhhh!"

It was hard to imagine that his old body could actually make such a shrill cry.The birds in the forest suddenly rose and flew towards the sky.The leaves rustled and the sun dappled and trembled.

Wan Muchun hurriedly said: "It's almost there, right away. Be careful!" He took over Jing Cheng.The old woodman's mind became more and more confused, and he shouted frantically: "It's not enough, it's not enough!"

Jing De also jumped up to help him, and smiled wryly as he helped him: "Brother Gu, don't joke, my grandfather has gone crazy since my father died. He stayed at home and didn't go out today. I don't know—is it right? Did you see him outside? He went out?"

As the boy got closer, Gu Qingmian realized how thin and small he was. He was also wearing a short jacket, and his shoulders were raised high. It seemed that there was a piece of human skin pasted on the bone, hiding a few taels of flesh.There was gratitude in his eyes, and he carefully protected his grandfather with his hands: "It happened that I met Brother Wan at that time, and my grandfather regarded him as my father. Thanks to Brother Wan's kindness, he stayed and helped."

"Ah! It won't work again!"

The old woodcutter roared, Gu Qingmian took out a pill and fed it into the old woodcutter's mouth.The other two were busy helping him, but they didn't react.Wan Muchun shouted coldly: "What are you doing!"

Gu Qingmian said, "The ultimate soul condensing pill."

Jingde didn't understand why, but Wan Muchun withdrew his hand and looked at him with a frown.Gu Qingmian put five fingers on Jing Cheng's back, pushed the spiritual power along the meridians, and said via voice transmission: "I have no intention of changing his lifespan, but it is still possible to wake him up for the rest of his life."

Not only is this person fine, but he dares to put it on his dantian, which shows that he has a way to deal with it.This Wan Muchun is probably a magician alchemist.As for the fact that he dared to put it outside, the grandparents of the Jing family were ordinary mortals.

Sure enough, Wan Muchun could feel the pure spiritual power contained in it.Xuanmen elixirs are rich in spiritual power, mortals will die after eating the explosive body, only top-grade elixir can have pure medicinal power suitable for mortals.However, people in the Taoist sect have to dissolve the spiritual power, export and discard most of the medicinal power, and save a little bit of it.

It's just that the ultimate soul condensing pill——

There are many methods of Taoism to divide strength, and the ones used by casual cultivators in Kyushu today are Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Distraction, and Mahayana.

Wan Muchun said via voice transmission: "Distracted Danxiu?"

Gu Qingmian grinned: "How is it possible, the master gave it to me."

The two exchanged only a few words, but Gu Qingmian's subordinates kept on working to fully unleash the power of the medicine.The old woodcutter shivered, the chaos in his eyes gradually disappeared and became clear.But the first thing he said when he woke up was still asking: "Is it finished?"

Jing De was so excited that he hugged Jing Cheng.Gu Qingmian turned her head to look at the things wrapped in cloth.It was a porcelain bowl, and the bottom of the bowl seemed to be cracked, with tiny lines winding out.Strange to say, this pattern looks like a lotus blooming at a superficial look.

Gu Qingmian's pupils shrank suddenly.

He picked up the bowl: "Are you—Han Lujing?"

The young man was taken aback, this time even Wan Muchun couldn't understand, but the old man suddenly raised his head, with surprise and fear in his eyes, tremblingly said: "You, you understand?"

Gu Qingmian touched the bowl: "I get up, I thank you, I meet Hanou outside the well, and I say goodbye to Hanou at the bottom of the well."

"This is, Hanfu Porcelain."

Jing De stroked Jing Cheng's back, giving him a little comfort.The old woodcutter should have woken up, but he didn't, his eyes were fixed on Gu Qingmian.

"It's rare, some people still remember Han's Porcelain, and some still know about Han's King."

Gu Qingmian paused with her fingertips, and said, "I've also heard it from someone. I don't want to meet you here."

The old woodcutter smiled foolishly, his voice breaking through a bellows.He didn't look at Gu Qingmian any more, just looked blankly at the bowl in his hand, and then at the thin Jingde.

Jingde couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, is this porcelain called Hanou porcelain? Then what is Hanou, and what is Hanou well?" He thought for a while, pointed out the well and asked, "This one?"

Jing Cheng shook his head, he was already old enough, but now he looked a little older.

"Handou is the lotus flower. Hanjing is the family name."

He looked around and read out the family's past: "The ancestors of our Jing family were originally nameless orphans who lived in a dry well on the outskirts of the city, and then—"

He trembled and couldn't speak, but was picked up by Gu Qingmian: "Then he was arrested by the court to do coolies."

Gu Qingmian is a cultivator, so naturally he doesn't care about the princes and generals in the world, and he has no taboos: "Fire porcelain for the royal family. But this ancestor of the Jing family accidentally fired a batch of porcelain bowls."

Jing Cheng nodded, and Gu Qingmian continued: "It is rumored that the porcelain bowl is as white as jade, shining brightly, and it is top-grade porcelain, but unfortunately, something went wrong during the firing process, and there is a small crack on the bottom of the bowl—no, it's not a real crack, the bottom of the bowl is It's smooth, but it looks like it's broken." Touching the bottom of the bowl, Gu Qingmian felt the cracks and sunken. This bowl was indeed "impossible": "At that time, the emperor was violent and tyrannical. The ancestors of the family put all their eggs in one basket and smashed most of the porcelain, leaving only one, saying that it was specially fired and offered, and the crack on the bottom of the bowl was a lotus flower."

Jingde didn't know that there was such a past in his family, so he asked in surprise, "What happens next?"

"Afterwards, it was done wrongly, and Han's Porcelain came out." Gu Qingmian lowered his eyes and said: "The emperor bestowed a surname, Jing."

"As for the Handan Porcelain, it suddenly became a tribute dedicated to the emperor alone, a symbol of the royal family."

It is a unique skill to produce cracked but uncracked porcelain, and in addition to the pattern of Han Ou, there can only be at most two in a batch, and Han Ou porcelain has become a priceless treasure.Even if it is the royal family, as long as it is not favored, it is impossible to get it.

The Emperor likes the Handan Porcelain, and the Jing family naturally followed suit.

Gu Qingmian sighed in a low voice: "I'm fortunate to have seen Han's Porcelain. It is indeed a wonderful workmanship."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, it was like a thunder on the ground, causing the old man to raise his head and say, "Impossible!"

Gu Qingmian was puzzled, but the old man didn't stop, he didn't even care about taboos. "The new emperor sat on the dragon chair, criticize, criticize—" His teeth were chattering, and his dark and thin skin stretched his veins: "Han Ou porcelain is a monster."

"He said he wanted to send troops to eradicate the monsters, he didn't want to, he didn't want to." Jing Cheng said incoherently, like crazy: "If I don't want to catch up, the former emperor was taken away by the monster. He wanted to eat the dragon veins of the capital, which aroused the wrath of heaven and earth, and the gods descended." Sanwei Zhenhuo burned down the palace."

Gu Qingmian couldn't express what she felt in her heart, but she just listened to the old man continue: "The former emperor didn't have a prince or princess, but the new emperor said that he has no choice but to become emperor."

"Order, order—"

He couldn't go on.

He smashed all the Hanzi porcelains and killed all the Jing family members.Since then, there has been a "legitimate" reason for changing the dynasty.

The ice-clear and jade-clean Handan Porcelain with cracks forming lotuses will disappear from now on.But the Jing family had not been passed down for three generations before they were bloodbathed.Fortunately, Jing's family has always been kind and charitable, saving countless people. They left a farmer who had been rescued and secretly took him away and raised him as his son. When he became an adult, he told his life experience.

However, the technology of refining Handan porcelain has been lost.Coupled with the suppression of the imperial court, the old royal family died out.

Years flow, until today, finally——

The old man choked with sobs: "No one knows about Handan porcelain anymore."

The author has something to say:

The dynasty is empty, don't pay attention.

The prototype of Handan Porcelain - ice cracks, if you are interested, you can find it~

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