The bowl on the bamboo clip was still a little hot, but Lin Luo could not care less and held it in his palm. The burning pain could not cover the heat in his heart.
This blue-and-white porcelain, which was almost perfect in his eyes, was actually made by him.
"Come, let me see how trashy your cooking is.”Yang Xuan walked over with a smile.
Then, he saw the bowl.
In an instant, Yang Xuan's gaze was deeply attracted.
What he saw was a neat formation of terracotta soldiers. The halberds in their hands seemed to be able to pierce through the sky.
Back then, the King of Qin had relied on this mighty lion to dominate the world.
After his death, this army also turned into heroic spirits and fused into the terracotta soldiers, silently protecting their emperor.
Perhaps in the world where the ghosts went after death, Qin Shihuang led this invincible army to continue to be invincible.
Gu Yiran was very attentive when she was drawing. She even meditated for a long time in her mind about the aura that this army should have before she started writing.
Tang Bohu's skill in drawing characters, as well as Xu Beihong's western composition experience, finally presented the picture in his mind perfectly.
This invincible lion seemed to have revived in Yang Xuan's eyes.
Pointing the halberd in his hand at him, he walked over step by step. His imposing aura was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on him bit by bit.
Yang Xuan felt that his legs were a little weak, and he had the urge to pee in his lower abdomen.
He was so scared that he peed his pants!
"Young Master Yang, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?”Someone behind him was curious. Could Young Master Yang be thinking about how to criticize Lin Luo? He didn't need such a long time, right?
They walked over and saw the terracotta soldiers slowly walking over.
As lackeys all year round, they were even more in a state of mind, and they cried out in panic.
A truly good work had the power to influence people's hearts.
Lin Luo's own craftsmanship had not reached such a level, but Gu Yiran's shocking painting skills had forcefully raised the bowl to this level.
Master Yang looked at the noisy crowd and was also a little dissatisfied.
Wasn't it just a piece of blue and white porcelain?
Even if it's a high-quality product, you don't have to show such a reaction, right?
In the past, when you complimented my work, you didn't exaggerate it like this.
Master Yang stood up and his gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the bowl. What he saw was an endless building.
The Meridian Gate was the first thing that came into view.
Beside the Meridian Gate stood figures the size of ants. They were dressed in official robes. Among them were Sesame officials and ministers with power.
They were all waiting outside the Meridian Gate, waiting respectfully for the time to go to court.
Behind them were the Gate of Supreme Harmony, the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the Hall of Central Harmony, the Palace of Heavenly Purity, and the Gate of Divine Martial.
The small bowl of noodles seemed to contain the entire Forbidden City.
An air of authority and majesty came from the heavens.
The Forbidden City of Norda belonged to one person.
The old man suddenly had the urge to worship the bowl.
The rise of Jingdezhen was brought about by ceramic craftsmanship.
In ancient times, most of the porcelain produced in Jingdezhen was used by the royal family.
It could be said that the lifelong mission of every craftsman was to make a piece of porcelain that satisfied the person in the Forbidden City.
The old man did not live in that era, but his master was a craftsman of that era.
He still remembered that the happiest thing in his master's life was to make a porcelain that satisfied the emperor.
When he was young, he was influenced by it and had set such a grand dream.
It was only after he became sensible that he realized that the feudal rulers had gone far away and that a new era had arrived.
However, this did not extinguish Master Yang's dream. Instead, it became a regret in his heart.
Now, in the Forbidden City, he seemed to see the Emperor sitting in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, waiting for him to present porcelain.
"The quality of the item seems to have exceeded my expectations.”
At this moment, a surprised voice broke everyone's imagination.
Gu Yiran had already turned the bowl around to admire it.
The combination of Chinese painting and porcelain seemed to have achieved an unexpected effect.
However, this was normal. The beauty of blue and white porcelain lay in this place.
"Yang Xuan, what do you think of this bowl?”Lin Luo held the bowl, a hint of satisfaction flashing across his eyes.
Yang Xuan fell silent. He didn't dare to say anything.
This was because he did not have the qualifications. Anyone who could make such porcelain was a master. What right did an apprentice like him have to comment on a master's work?
Yang Xuan looked at his grandfather. He was the only one who was qualified.
"Alright." Master Yang only said one word, but it was enough.
You couldn't comment on the truly good things because you didn't have many thoughts in your mind when you were stunned. You just wanted to admire them quietly.
Master Yang was silent for a while and said,"This porcelain should not have been baked by you."”
His tone was very certain. Lin Luo was from the same village as him, so he had basically seen her grow up. He was not sure what her craftsmanship was like.
He could accept that this porcelain was made by a young man, and he could accept that this porcelain was made by an outsider.
However, the only thing he could not accept was that this porcelain that could surpass his craftsmanship was made by Lin Luo.
Back then, Lin Luo had forgotten the details of the day he became Master Yang's disciple because of his high fever, but Master Yang remembered it very clearly.
It was snowing heavily outside when Lin Luo came to take him as his master.
Master Yang wanted him to imitate the ancients and stand in the snow for a day and a night to express his determination. If he could do it, he was willing to take Lin Luo as his disciple.
Lin Luo did it.
He went back on his word.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Gu Yiran. Yang Xuan's eyes were burning with jealousy.
Why were they all young people with two hands, two feet, and one head?
The gap could be so big!
He was still an apprentice, but Gu Yiran had made a high-quality blue and white porcelain that even his grandfather praised.
"Me?" Gu Yiran pointed at herself and smiled." My craftsmanship isn't that bad. This piece of porcelain has barely broken through the realm of defective products and touched the realm of fine products. It's still far from me.”
Gu Yiran saw that the temperature in the kiln was low enough. It was almost time to take out the porcelain he had baked.
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