newbobooks Chapter 399 To Be a Craftsman, One Must First Be a Good Person
Chapter 399 To Be a Craftsman, One Must First Be a Good Person
Xue Lan found his master and his friends in the town of Wuci five hundred years ago.
This was the first time I had ever seen such living, breathing people.
The boy carrying a bag of locust blossoms pushed Yu Changsheng forward:
"Brother Yu, tell him we're not thieves!"
Yu Changsheng pulled Ning Hongtao over; the senior disciple who had been studying poetry and literature at Bingdeng Academy was now completely red-faced.
"Red Heart, you speak."
Ning Hongtao looked at Zhao Qingying and found that the man was holding his sword with his back turned, clearly not planning to speak.
Xue Tong heard the pretty girl mutter something under her breath:
"Am I the only one with a mouth?"
"Xie Linghuan, I'm going to beat you to death!"
Despite saying this, the girl still forced herself to step forward:
"This lady."
Xue Lan was slightly taken aback when she heard her call her "sister," but she quickly realized what she meant.
In the eyes of these young people, she was indeed an older sister.
They are young people trapped five hundred years in the past, who will never return.
Xue Lan is an exception who has traveled through a thousand years and appeared before them by a twist of fate.
He is both an elder from five hundred years ago and a junior from five hundred years later.
Xue Lan slowly shook her head: "It's nothing. Pick some if you want to eat them, but this locust tree has a hard time cultivating. You should give it something in return!"
Ning Hongtao nodded quickly upon hearing this:
"Okay, thank you, sister!"
After Xue Lan finished speaking, she walked towards Lu Family Kiln, but Ning Hongtao's voice suddenly came from behind her:
"May I ask who your teacher is, elder sister?"
Xue Lan turned around and gently shook her head:
"Can't say."
The woman's gaze fell on the boy at the very back of the group, but only for a brief moment.
After speaking, the woman disappeared around the street corner.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after Xue Lan's voice disappeared.
"She doesn't look very old, yet her cultivation level is already so profound that I can't see through it?" Yu Changsheng said softly.
"Is there such a person in the cultivation world?" Xie Linghuan asked, holding the locust flowers, his tone full of excitement.
Holding the long sword, Zhao Qingying spoke coldly:
"I can't fathom her true strength either. This fellow Daoist's cultivation is at least at the mid-Nascent Soul stage!"
Everyone gasped in shock.
"Could she be some reclusive, powerful cultivator?" Xie Linghuan's eyes were filled with admiration.
Xue Lan was unaware that she was now being worshipped by her master. When she returned to the workshop, she saw Lu Zhaoyue sitting inside, meticulously repairing the two small animals that Xue Lan had placed on the table.
"Grandma Lu."
Lu Zhaoyue looked up at Xue Lan, her eyes full of smiles:
"So you can make these cute little things, child. I saw your plain porcelain pieces before, and they were all the same, looking so old-fashioned. Come, come!"
The old lady pointed to a pile of porcelain clay beside her:
"Sculpt another little tiger for me!"
Half an hour later, the old lady looked at the two identical tiger cubs in her hands, her expression grave:
"Can't you do something different?"
Xue Lan nodded: "I'll try my best!"
Then the old lady received three identical tiger cubs.
Xue Tong, who was filling in the soil under the old locust tree, couldn't help but speak up:
Are you copying here?
Xue Lan began to argue:
"I think this is the most perfect tiger."
Xue Lan couldn't tolerate imperfections. She could barely suppress this habit when she was outside, but ever since she started making porcelain in Wuci Town, this obsession with perfection has been like a seed planted in her heart, slowly sprouting and growing.
Looking into Xue Lan's eyes, Lu Zhaoyue said softly, "Xiaoxiao, things that carry warmth can never be the same, no matter how precise they are."
Xue Lan didn't speak, but glanced at the three tigers on the table, and then looked at the porcelain vase that had already been fired.
Lu Zhaoyue understood what Xue Lan meant from her eyes.
What she meant was: I can!
This exceptionally talented young man in front of me has been pursuing perfection in an almost harsh way.
Although they are craftsmen, they strive for perfection.
But a craftsman must first and foremost be a human being, not a tool devoid of emotion.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoyue broke out in a thin layer of sweat. The old lady looked at Xue Lan's gentle eyes again.
She gently held Xue Lan's hand and said, "Your family members must have been too harsh on you before."
She had spent many years in the capital with Xing Lingchong and had seen many young ladies from prominent families who were bound by the constraints of their families.
The young girls were like flowers that had been neatly trimmed and placed in a vase.
Every word and action has an absolute standard, just like the porcelain made by the child in front of me.
no!
Xue Lan thought to herself.
She lived two lives, and in fact, she was never treated harshly by anyone.
Whether as the chieftain of the wolf clan in her previous life or as the senior sister of Jiyuan Peak in this life, Xue Lan has gained absolute freedom.
No one will question her decision.
Because she had never been strictly disciplined, Xue Lan kept wondering why she was the way she was.
She already knew that everything in the world has its own rules of operation, and that there are no two things in the world that are exactly the same.
But knowing something in your heart is one thing, doing it is another.
In the town of Wuci, the body's instincts seem to be amplified infinitely!
wrong!
Xue Lan looked at the three identical little tigers on the table.
That might not be a bodily instinct, but rather an obsession existing within one's unrecovered memories.
Madam Lu was right.
Xue Lan gave a bitter smile.
No family member was mistreating her, but she herself was mistreating herself all the time.
The woman's voice was somewhat hoarse:
"Grandma Lu, I will try my best."
In the town of Wuci, she tries to break free from her obsession.
Lu Zhaoyue looked at the woman in front of her and nodded with satisfaction.
Over the next few days, Xue Lan continued to learn how to make porcelain, but with little success.
The more Xue Lan wanted to get rid of her obsession, the more she cared about it.
Seeing Xue Lan's repeated efforts but repeated failures, Lu Zhaoyue, as her master, was also very anxious.
Finally, after an ordinary dinner, she knocked on the door of her husband's study.
Xing Lingchong was holding a letter sent from the capital. When he saw the lady come in, he casually handed it to her.
Lu Zhaoyue flipped through the document, which stated that the Third Prince, who had fallen ill and been in a coma for two months, had awakened to find himself a blacksmith obsessed with forging. Meanwhile, undercurrents and tensions were swirling among the four princes.
She burned the letter to ashes over the candlelight, and heard Xing Lingchong say:
"absurd!"
"Let it be absurd!" Lu Zhaoyue looked at Xing Lingchong:
"Now that we've left the capital, we shouldn't think too much about it."
"My lord, I have a request."
Xing Lingchong looked at his wife and said, "Please speak freely, my lady!"
"I want you to teach Xiaoxiao how to mend porcelain!"