The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 659 Shen Le: Do I need to prove how much my life is worth?
"Liangbo!"

Shen Le screamed in anguish and rushed over. The porcelain bottle fell onto the mattress, then rolled to the floor. He didn't even glance at it, his trembling fingers checking the old man's breath.

One second, two seconds, three seconds. Did a wisp of air brush past the side of your fingertip?
Is the person still alive?

He looked around frantically, then reached into the hem of his clothes, tearing it open and pulling out a small wad of cotton. He tugged and tugged, managing to pull out a tiny strand, which he held to the old man's nose…

Moved!

Thank goodness, that kapok tree moved!
Shen Le closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Although this is within the memory of the Porcelain Tower, although this "Uncle Liang" was a figure from over a thousand years ago, and although his care, concern, and guidance were all directed towards that young master of the Lu family...

However, it is true that we spent nearly a year together, that I taught him step by step, that I always put him first in the daily work and made sure he got to eat meat first.

Even if it were just a memory, Shen Le couldn't help but feel grateful and moved!
After letting out a sigh of relief, he quickly opened his eyes again and reached out to feel the old man's carotid artery.

The fluctuations beneath his fingertips were so weak they were almost imperceptible, as disordered as silk threads, clearly indicating that even if the old man was still alive for the time being, his physical condition was extremely worrying.

Based on Shen Le's experience—more precisely, based on his experience in the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty—a person of this age, weakened to this extent, is probably beyond the help of ordinary medicine...

Besides, they were in the mountains!

The nearest town is still dozens of miles away!

Even setting aside whether the old man can move at all, even if someone could carry him across these dozens of miles of mountain road to the town, there are no renowned doctors in the town, and most likely, they wouldn't be able to cure the old man's illness...

With "carrying the person to town for medical treatment" as a last resort, Shen Le thought for a moment, concentrated, and mentally sketched the talisman for the healing spell. He then reached out and slapped it upwards:
no response.

There was no reaction at all.

This is in his memory, not in reality. This memory doesn't yet allow him to use all the spells he knows...

Ah this...

He grasped the old man's hands with both, channeling his warmth into him as much as possible. His internal energy circulated, flowing through the old man's body from top to bottom, traversing all his meridians, growing heavier with each step.

no response.

no response.

Whether it was due to an incorrect energy form or the old man's exhaustion, the heat he poured in with all his might could not enhance the old man's vitality in the slightest...

Shen Le gritted his teeth, gripped a wooden plaque at his waist, and channeled a warm current into it. As the warm current swirled, a beam of bright light shot out from the plaque, enveloping the old man directly.

The light was a pale gold color, forming a slight dome-like shape, which flickered briefly before receding.

Shen Le had tried it; once this radiance was activated, it could last for a full quarter of an hour, during which time those enveloped by it were invulnerable to weapons.

Of course, it cannot withstand too many or too strong attacks, otherwise it will dissipate prematurely...

But at this moment, Shen Le looked anxiously at the old man inside the light shield and reached out to check his pulse.

There's no change, absolutely no change. This light shield doesn't go outwards, nor inwards; it has no ability to adjust the body's condition or sustain the patient's life...

What should I do?
How to do?
Shen Le got up blankly and walked around the small room, then around again.

The thatched hut, built of mud bricks in the mountains, is only eight steps long from left to right, with the inner wall leading to the door no more than five steps. It contains a bed, a table, two benches, and no other furniture.

Against the wall, under the table, it was crammed full of all sorts of porcelain blanks, porcelain clay, in all colors, various kinds of glaze raw materials, stone mortars, pestles...

In short, apart from making porcelain and glazes, the old man seemed to have no private life at all, devoting all his energy to firing porcelain...

"Porcelain firing... porcelain firing... if only I could fire translucent white porcelain..."

Shen Le spun around aimlessly. After her third lap, she suddenly made up her mind, stomped her foot hard, rushed out of the room, ran to her own room next door, found the carefully treasured incense stick, and stuck it into the fire:
"Immortal Master! Immortal Master, come quickly! Please help me save Liangbo—without him, I really can't handle the Transparent White Porcelain by myself..."

He stared at the incense sticks, muttering to himself for a long time, then ran to Liangbo's room with the incense sticks in hand, staring at him as he prayed.

As the aura surrounding the old man grew dimmer and the rise and fall of his chest became weaker, he sat down and stood up repeatedly, as if he wished he could break the incense stick in half and light it at the same time.

So, is it useful to burn an incense stick at both ends?
Can we double the effect and attract people over as quickly as possible?

He sat down and stood up, stood up and sat down countless times, when suddenly he heard a loud whooshing sound.

Shen Le leaped up, then suddenly stopped, bent down to pick up the porcelain cup—thankfully it hadn't broken—and ran away.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared before his eyes, then refracted downwards, condensing into a man in blue robes standing before him:
"It's burning out?"

"Just a little bit more—and we'll succeed." Shen Le raised his porcelain cup high, showing it to the young man:
"Only one last step remains, the final glaze formula is still undetermined—Master! Liangbo is seriously ill, please save him! Without him, I cannot fire it by myself!"

The young man's face darkened, and he raised his hand, his gesture suggesting he was about to strike. Shen Le neither dodged nor flinched, standing tall before him:
If you're so capable, then don't save me!

If you don't save people, I won't help you with your work!

Lu Family Transparent White Porcelain, this is my unique craft. If you need me to fire the Soul-Suppressing Figurine, I'll just slack off and not do any work. You'd better find someone else in the world to fire it!

A sharp gust of wind swept past her ear, stinging her cheek, and several strands of hair were instantly cut off, fluttering and drifting in the wind. Shen Le didn't move, raising her face to look at him, holding the porcelain cup even higher in one hand:

Go ahead and hit me again if you dare!
You can kill me, then I won't have to make porcelain for you anymore; I can just start over! I can't save people now, but if I could turn back time for six months or a year, wouldn't I still be able to save them?
The young man, clearly not wanting to gamble on whether Shen Le could be found again after his death, glared at him fiercely, then lowered his hand. He snorted coldly, glanced left and right, and strode towards the direction where Liang Bo lived.

Shen Le ran and stumbled, quickly catching up. Bending down to enter the room, she saw the young man standing with his hands behind his back beside the bed, his face cold.

"His life is nearing its end, like a lamp running out of oil. —How do you want me to save him?"

"What are the different ways to save someone?"

Shen Le's spirits lifted. The young man's expression was slightly displeased, but he refrained from scolding him and simply said calmly:

"One option is to revive him now, let him say a few words, and then let him die in half an hour."

If I die in half an hour, what use do I have for you?
Shen Le shook his head so hard it almost left a blur. The young man seemed to have anticipated this reaction and wasn't annoyed, continuing:
"The second option is to revive them after half an hour, and they can live for another six months." Six months?

Six months is not enough!
If possible, Shen Le hopes to take care of this respectable old man and let him enjoy his later years in peace!
Shen Le continued to shake his head vigorously. The young man said leisurely:
"The last type awakens after a day and a night, and lives for ten years."

"What do you need me to do?"

Shen Le immediately took over. The young man gave him a deep look:
"What do you say?"

"Should we fire out the translucent white porcelain terracotta warriors as soon as possible?" Shen Le blurted out. After thinking for a moment, he quickly added:
"Besides that, I'll make whatever magical artifacts you want me to burn! As long as you cure Liangbo, I'll be yours for life!"

Anyway, it's just a lifetime in the memory of the porcelain tower!
At worst, I'll use the resources of the "Immortal Master" to try firing various kinds of porcelain back and forth repeatedly. I don't believe you can still send me to the battlefield!

"you?"

The young man gave him a half-smile, raising an eyebrow as if to say, "What's your life worth?" To be able to save someone on their deathbed and give them another ten years—this was clearly no ordinary method.

It's highly likely that some magical techniques, celestial arts, or even elixirs and herbs will be needed. Clearly, the young man was asking:

Are you worth a magic pill for your entire life?

Shen Le calmly returned the smile. It was just an elixir; he'd seen and consumed them before!
The healing power of the copper sheet is worth countless elixirs, which is why he can't currently mobilize its full potential!

Even so, he had a way to prove his worth. Shen Le took out a wooden plaque, infused it with his inner energy, and sent a bolt of lightning shooting out of the door:
"I think I at least have a little bit of ability to learn immortal techniques. If I learn more, I should be able to reach a higher position than others in the crafting of magical artifacts—a Celestial Master, what do you think?"

The young man squinted and looked Shen Le up and down again, then raised his hand as if to pat him on the shoulder—or perhaps to inject some kind of power to examine him.

But in the end, whether out of modesty or for some other reason, he didn't make a move. Instead, he made a strange hand gesture with his five fingers and flicked it onto the bed.

A faint, ethereal aura emanated from him, seeping into the old man's body. Liang Bo groaned and slowly opened his eyes. His gaze sharpened, and he shuddered, reflexively rolling off the bed.
"Master..."

"Old man, lie down." The young man's attitude softened slightly when facing the old man, and with a flick of his sleeve, an invisible force gently pressed the old man back onto the pillow.

"Here, drink it."

A small, emerald-green bottle appeared in his hand, gourd-shaped, less than a finger's width tall, its surface clear and lustrous like glass. He uncorked it, inverted the bottle, and with a mere tilt, a drop of dew dripped from within.
A single drop of pale blue. As soon as it left the bottle, a faint fragrance filled the room; a whiff of it brought a sense of complete relaxation and rejuvenation.

Shen Le subconsciously took a step forward, then immediately stopped, holding her breath, afraid that if she inhaled even a little more of the fragrance, the dew would lose some of its power and wouldn't be able to help Liang Bo recover.

The young man didn't even look at him. With a slight tremor of his hand, the drop of dew traced a subtle arc and dripped onto Liang Bo's lips.

In an instant, those parched lips, like earth nourished by spring rain, quickly became plump and moist. Then, color returned to their sallow, withered cheeks, and their dull eyes brightened…

In the blink of an eye, the old man was still an old man, but he had been completely transformed, as if winter had passed and spring had come, and all things were reviving.

"Immortal Master!"

The old man cried out in surprise and sprang up again. This time, the young man once again used a flick of his sleeve to press him back onto the bed.

As the sleeve swept past, the old man's eyes immediately closed, and he fell into a deep sleep, though his breathing remained even and steady, gradually growing stronger.

Clearly, the young man intended for him to receive the nourishment of this drop of dew while he slept, allowing the dew's effects to reach his entire body—a gentler method, obviously more suitable for an elderly person's recovery than a strong medicine.

"Waking up after a day and a night?"

Shen Le stood quietly to the side, watching, until finally letting out a sigh of relief and asking in a low voice. The young man glanced at him with a half-smile, his gaze sweeping downwards as if to say:
They do have some knowledge...

He didn't say anything, and walked out. Shen Le quickly slowed her pace and followed closely behind, carefully closing the door behind her.

Then you can see the young man standing with his hands behind his back in the open space outside the house, looking at the small dragon kiln on the hillside not far away, and below the dragon kiln, a group of people busily sifting mud, mixing mud, and moving soil, like ants.

After a long while, without turning his head, he said slowly:
"How long will it take to burn the Soul-Suppressing Figurine?"

"Now we're just missing one glaze material; we haven't figured it out yet." Shen Le wasn't afraid of him at all, and immediately seized the opportunity, pulling out the paper package, peeling it open layer by layer, and presenting it to the young man:
"Master, you are a man of great knowledge and experience; could you perhaps help identify what this is?"

silence.

There was a long silence.

The young man seemed to have no intention of paying attention to him, or perhaps he was thinking something like, "Isn't this something you should be doing? Why are you asking me?"

However, Shen Le remained smiling, holding the paper package without moving, seemingly confident that he had him cornered. The young man held his pose with his face raised for a moment, then finally lowered his gaze and glanced at the paper package:
With just one glance, his gaze immediately fixed. He narrowed his eyes, looked again, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light as he instinctively reached out his hand.

Before even touching the paper package, he seemed to suddenly realize that his superior posture was a bit shaky, and withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, straightening his head and puffing out his chest...

Shen Le noticed this change in demeanor. He forced a smile, composed himself, and looked at the young man with expectant eyes.

The young man's gaze became somewhat dazed under his gaze, a faint blush rising to his cheeks before quickly fading. He paused, then focused again, examining the contents of the paper package more closely, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
"How could your Lu family possess such a strange and eerie thing?"

"what is this?"

Shen Le was overjoyed and immediately pressed for details. There was hope! The other party recognized this thing! As long as they did, he could follow the instructions and strive for mass production—

By repeatedly experimenting with glaze ratios and firing methods, you'll never have to worry about not having enough raw materials again!

"Can't you tell?"

The young man spoke in a low, somber tone. Shen Le shook his head vigorously:
Give me a complete laboratory, and I can figure out what this is in a day. But, living in ancient times, empty-handed and lacking everything, brother, you're overestimating me!

Suddenly, the young man raised his sleeve and pointed at Shen Le. Before Shen Le could tilt his head back to dodge, his fingertip was already at Shen Le's brow, gently pressing down.

Instantly, a stream of pure energy entered from between Shen Le's brows, flowing down to his temples and circulated throughout his mind. Shen Le felt a sudden, intense light before his eyes, and when he looked at the paper package again, everything had changed.

A faint blue light rose from the packet of powder, constantly swaying and tearing.

If you concentrate your mind, you can even hear wailing and screaming, sharp and chilling, that go straight to your bone!

(End of this chapter)