Talking and laughing, Mengqing also got down to business.

She put the awakened clay embryo on the embryo plate, patted the prototype one by one, and in less than half an hour, the initial state of a clay pot appeared.

The prototype of this pot embryo was shaped according to the Fengtian pot in her previous life, and she still didn't know what the Fengtian pot in Yancheng looked like.

Just wanted to ask Shangguan Xi, suddenly an explosive headache hit.

In an instant, the sky was spinning in front of her eyes, and the racket in her hand fell to the ground......

Strange scenes flashed in her mind, familiar, unfamiliar, and ...... Heartache.

She saw herself, dressed in white, hunting and flying in the wind, and she was stepping on the high altar step by step.

Grief spread endlessly in the bottom of her heart, because of the person she was holding in her arms at this time.

However, when she saw the face of the person in her arms clearly, her heart trembled suddenly, it turned out to be - Shangguan Xi?!

How is he?

But at this moment, she was already immersed in that grief and couldn't extricate herself.

The wind was roaring in the air, and she was standing on a high platform to face the wind and be desolate.

Suddenly, she raised her hand suddenly, and the person in her arms flew into the altar in an arc like an object.

Under the altar, the fire was raging, because it was a hill-like furnace.

In an instant, the ice-blue figure disappeared into the flames and disappeared without a trace.

Tears slipped down her face, but her eyes were full of determination, and the resolute voice pierced the sky word by word.

"The sun and the moon are extinct, the mountains and rivers are cracked, seven lives and seven deaths, pay me back!"

Boom –

The fire in the kiln fell with that sound and rose into the sky, dyeing the whole sky with a glow.

And she, with burning hatred bursting out of her cold eyes, rose into the air......

Suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes were filled with familiar faces.

It's just that in my heart, the hatred in my heart has not yet dissipated.

Such a look of resentment startled several people.

"Qing'er, how are you?" Xiao Yiting asked eagerly.

Mengqing frowned and asked, "What's wrong with me?" ”

Yimo wiped her tears and was a little scared in her voice: "Miss suddenly fainted, if it wasn't for the prince's timely action and what if he fell out of a good way, then next to Shijing Yan'er." ”

Shangguan Xi withdrew the hand that was on her pulse, her expression was extremely complicated, she ...... See.

Meng looked down on Shangguan Xi, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, just like when she was in the Valley of the Beast King that day, she saw the deep-seated affection again.

She sat up from the bed uncomfortably, and smiled at Xiao Yiting and the others: "Isn't it okay, don't worry, maybe I've been too tired lately." ”

As for that dream...... She didn't want to talk to them, it was just a dream.

After slowing down, Meng Qing got down from the bed, and when he saw that the two of them still wanted to stop, he said directly: "The pot is not finished yet, and the clay embryo can't be left for too long, otherwise it won't be molded and carved." ”

Although she was reluctant to work hard, she was right, Fengtian purple sand is precious, and they only have a little bit to waste.

It's just that after Meng became lighter, he looked at Shangguan Xi hesitantly: "Do you know, what does that pot look like?" Can you describe it to me? ”

Shangguan Xi lowered his eyes, and his voice was fluttering, as if he was recalling a dream from a long time ago.

"The body of the pot is like a goose, the mouth is the neck, the top cover is like a snail, the handle is like a lotus, and the bottom shell of the pot has an amphibious flying ......"

couldn't help but tremble in her heart, she quickly picked up the pen and ink and drew on the paper, and as Shangguan Xi's description fell, the style of the pot was completed.

"Oh my God! It's really a Mukden pot! Sister Qing'er, have you seen it? Xiangying looked at her in amazement.

Dream softly said "um", and the corners of her lips hooked up with a hint of bitterness.

If it weren't for this pot, she wouldn't have come here, everything...... I'm afraid it's all a fixed number.

She took the drawing paper to the table and began to carve it carefully, perhaps it was too familiar, this original carved ornament, she took less than an hour.

Although Allure watched her make pots in the palace every day, it was the first time that Xiao Yiting had personally comprehended it, and it turned out that she looked so beautiful seriously.

I couldn't help but move in my heart, and I couldn't wait to immediately throw away the tools in her hand and take the person into her arms.

It's just that Shangguan Xi's surprise surprised everyone.

He rushed forward, his hands cautiously approaching the Fengtian pot, wanting to touch it but not daring, his fingertips gradually began to tremble.

Because they are near, they can see clearly in the veil.

Mengqing saw that there were tears in his eyes.

"Tick!"

The water droplets under the eyes fell on the body of the pot and quickly merged with the body of the pot.

Xiao Yiting suddenly looked over, can he cry?

Only Shangguan Xi himself knows that this is not a tear, it is just a drop of water that has been transformed by Qing Ning, and he is not a living person now.

"Shangguan, how is the kiln you and the Eighth Elder are looking for?" Mengqing is most concerned about this, because this purple sand mud is afraid that it is different from others, and ordinary kilns can't fire it at all.

The Eighth Elder shook his fan and smiled: "Even if the dream girl doesn't believe me, I should believe in Shangguan, he found it himself, can you rest assured?" His gaze drifted back and forth between the two, obviously with ulterior motives.

No, Xiao Yiting's face suddenly sank, as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Qing'er should go to the kiln first." He tugged the dream into his arms and walked out with half his arms around her.

Behind the scenes, Shangguan Xi was silent for a few moments before following.

Meng Qing knew how domineering this man was, and he really didn't restrain himself at all now, even in front of so many people......

When I think about it, I feel warm in my heart, but ...... Bo'er, does he really not care?

The place where the kiln was still formed from them, and now there were empty carriages and no horses, and they did not know when they would be fired, so they had to walk there with dry food.

By the time we arrived at the place, it was already dark.

As soon as I walked into the kiln factory, I was amazed at the lightness, no wonder Fengtian is holy to the utensils, the kilns here are far taller than those official kilns in Daliang, and even the method of building is exquisite in modern times.

She went around in circles, chose a kiln that she thought she was most satisfied with, and began to make a fire to burn the kiln.

In the huge kiln, only such a small Fengtian pot was placed, which was really a bit of a discord.

However, when the first fire ignited, Yumeki sensed that something was wrong.

She found that the temperature of ordinary firewood was simply not enough!

"Try it with the Red Tempering." Xiao Yiting reminded.

Dream chuckled, and used the internal force, and the ordinary purple sand mud could be fired in a few hours with seven successful powers.

The devouring dragon roared and spewed into the hearth, and the flames rose into the air, dyeing the sunset red.

Time passed little by little, but Yumelight was suddenly eaten by a strange force.

She felt a throbbing pain in her chest, and she couldn't help but withdraw her hand, but she exerted her strength again, and was met with the same backlash.

This time, she noticed something, and found that as long as the power of red refining increased, the backlash would also increase, and the power of her red refining would decrease, and the backfight would also disappear.

Tentatively, she exerted her strength again, but this time she only reduced her power to fifty percent, and the power of the backlash disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yiting asked, and quickly helped her wipe the sweat off her forehead.

Meng Qing frowned: "The skill of red refining can't be increased by more than fifty percent. ”

"What does that mean?" Xiao Yiting was a little puzzled, but vaguely worried about her.

"Meaning...... It must continue to be fired with 50% of the power, and it cannot be interrupted halfway. Dream said lightly and solemnly.

"Isn't that going to be an extension of time?" The eight elders who came over answered.

"Yes, I'm afraid that this kind of strength will be maintained for at least one day and one night!"

One day and one night! Several people were worried at the same time.

The Big Dipper moved, and the bright night sky was slowly shrouded in dark clouds.

The Eighth Elder looked up at the sky and frowned: "It's not good, it's going to rain." ”

"It's okay, the top of the kiln has been covered, so it won't be flooded by rain." Xiao Yiting said.

Everyone thought it was okay, but things were unexpected, because they didn't expect that one after another...... It's a disaster!

The sound of the wind sounded, and the treetops began to shake violently, and the dust on the ground and the smell of rotting corpses swept in.

The kiln is thousands of degrees hot, so there is only a shed outside to cover the rain, and the air is permeable around it covered with bamboo chips, but the wind at this time is fierce, and the shed that covers the rain is instantly overturned.

Xiao Yiting tore off his coat and used his body to shield himself from the wind: "Qing'er, I'm afraid it won't burn." "He can't let his women suffer in the wind and rain.

"No way!" Meng replied lightly: "The kiln temperature has already come up, and we must not give up halfway." ”

Shangguan Xi picked up the bamboo pieces that had been blown away one by one, and shouted at them: "You bear with me for a while, and the Eighth Elder and I will rebuild the shed as soon as possible." ”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a torrential rain came, and the water poured down from the sky.

In an instant, the clothes of several people were drenched.

Seeing this, Xiao Yiting hurriedly took off his clothes to cover the top of Mengqing's head, "Shangguan Xi, don't pick it up, the wind and rain are so strong, the bamboo shed can't bear it at all, come over and let's gather together." ”

The Eighth Elder also stopped picking it up and came towards them.

The rain was so heavy that the few people who were drenched could barely open their eyes, and their voices were instantly torn to pieces by the wind.

"Whew-"

"What's going on?" Xiao Yiting looked around vigilantly, and noticed that countless eyes glowing green were slowly approaching.

"Poisonous beast! How is the poisonous beast approaching? The Eighth Elder was puzzled.

Shangguan Xi's eyebrows rose: "Oops! The rain diluted the aura of the beastmaster on us. ”

"What then?" The Eighth Elder asked.

Xiao Yiting decisively pulled Meng Qing: "It's too dangerous here, the pot won't burn, we have to leave quickly." ”

At this moment, with the feeling of light dreams, the pot embryo inside has been fired to the most critical moment, and it must not stop.

"You leave, I will continue alone, my blood can dispel poisonous beasts, they can't hurt me."

These words completely angered Xiao Yiting: "What did you say! No matter how important it is, it's a pot, even if everyone in the world is dead, you have to give me a good one! ”

He reached out to pull her.

Meng Qing suddenly said seriously: "Xiao Yiting, if I stop at this moment, I will definitely be eaten back and die." ”

For a while, Xiao Yiting's hand stopped there.

And just when a few people hesitated, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, and its sharp claws suddenly hit Mengqing's head.

Shangguan Xi flew up and shattered the poisonous beast into ice ballast with one palm.

Then, another poisonous beast flew in......