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

"Ghost——"

Evening. ♦♦  ♦♦

A scream resounded through the forest.

The man carrying a pile of firewood was so scared that he ran down the mountain.

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

Not far behind him.

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

"Master."

The figure of Yu Luosha 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 was only about one or two years.

A thousand years of dreams.

Time flies.

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

"It'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 his friends?" Li Changxiao asked.

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

Then, she thought for a while and spoke again, "Master, the outside world has changed a lot in the ten years you have been asleep."

"Disasters have occurred in the Lingtian Dynasty. This continent is too large, and the dynasty's rule over the local area 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 been born in the surrounding areas. Today's Lingtian Dynasty is not only plagued by natural disasters and man-made disasters, mountain bandits and villains... but also wars."

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

Yu Luosha wanted to continue.

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

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

In the secular dynasty.

Ten years is enough to change the country.

Came to the former clay figurine village.

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

Li Changxiao came to the porcelain kiln and walked around. There was nothing except rotten dead wood and debris on the ground.

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

Originally thought.

After waking up, I can come back to take a look, teach Liu Han a few more love words, and exchange some practical porcelain firing skills. Or drink a few sips of wine.

Never thought that this could not withstand the tossing of time.

"Let's go."

Li Changxiao muttered and walked towards the town.

He found a restaurant, did not order any food, just simply inquired about Liu Han's whereabouts.

A month later.

Li Changxiao came to a thatched house.

He knocked on the door gently.

A middle-aged man with a full beard pushed the door open. The man seemed to have drunk alcohol and smelled of it.

"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 said that my good porcelain has been sold out! Sold out!!"

As he said that, he grabbed the door edge and closed the door with force.

Li Changxiao grabbed his wrist, and his voice was full of emotion and melancholy, "I'm not here to sell porcelain."

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

At this sight, a familiar feeling immediately emerged in his heart, as if he had seen the other person somewhere.

In his mind, a vague figure gradually became clear.

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

Li Changxiao nodded.

Liu Han was happy at first, and his stubble-covered, lifeless face had a touch of life, but soon, he looked embarrassed and at a loss.

"Won't you invite me in to sit down?" Li Changxiao smiled.

"Oh, look at me." Liu Han smiled awkwardly, led Li Changxiao into the house, and poured 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 are really well maintained. You are exactly the same as ten years ago. You don't look old at all." Liu Han laughed and poured a glass of water.

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

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

Liu Han's face darkened, "She's gone."

"Her father died of the plague, and she was also infected with the plague at that time. Although she recovered later, her vitality was greatly damaged. In the end... she still died."

"Sorry..." Li Changxiao sighed.

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

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

"Money..." Liu Han took a deep breath, "How could I not be short of money? When Qiu Ci was alive, she needed money to see a doctor, so I sold all the good porcelain."

"At that time, Qiu Ci and I had a quarrel, and it was the only quarrel. You also know that we, the porcelain makers, can't sell the top-grade porcelain we make for money, otherwise we will be greedy for money and end up with a bad reputation."

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

At this point, Liu Han paused, turned his head and secretly wiped his tears.

Li Changxiao said nothing, just acted as a receiver.

Liu Han said a lot. His love for Qiuci and porcelain was real. Because of selling good porcelain, many porcelain craftsmen around him sneered at him, and even hated him.

Often threw dog shit at the door.

Moreover, Liu Han could clearly feel it as he grew older.

What Zhang Huochai said back then was true.

For ordinary people, every time they fired a good porcelain, their life span would be shortened. Back then, 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 one day, he would suddenly die.

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

He could feel that Liu Han's life span was indeed rapidly declining.

However, it had nothing to do with the good porcelain he had refined before.

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

Liu Han's eyes showed a firm look, and he nodded, "I, Liu Han, have fired porcelain for 20 years. After firing this last piece, I will stop."

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

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