Yuan was pulled forward by his friend, still thinking about his pottery.
He had no feelings for the man named Yu, but he knew that after he was born, he had been walking on the earth and busy with flood control. Yuan always sneered at such things. Mountains, seas, heaven and earth are all spiritual. Water is one of the most powerful gods. Everyone knows the name of the great god Gonggong.
Yu's father was also a man born with supernatural powers, but he still failed to control the flood.
Yu would not be an exception.
Just as he was thinking, a roar like a war drum sounded. The young craftsman almost subconsciously crouched and hid behind his tall friend. Looking in the direction of the sound, it was a tall horse, all white, with a black tail, a horn on the top of the head, no hooves, only four tiger claws.
This is a scorpion. Although it looks like a horse, it eats tigers and leopards.
It is the mount of generals.
Gao Yao, the tribal leader of Tushan, is a minister of Emperor Shun and has a high status.
The witch of Tushan is getting married, and the big men from the surrounding tribes will definitely come.
The tall young man was a little helpless, looking at his friend behind him, and said: "What are you afraid of? This pike has been tied up, and it won't pounce on you and bite you."
Yuan replied: "You have to avoid danger."
The young man had a headache: "You are so timid, you will be laughed at."
The young craftsman just shook his head:
"If I wasn't timid, I would have been killed in the war between tribes."
The young man had nothing to say, so he had to take his friend on the road. Together with other people in the tribe, they cleaned up the stone house, squeezed out the juice from the bright flowers to dye the cloth, and decorated it with flowers and fragrant fruits. After a while, Yuan missed his pottery and slipped away quietly.
He returned to his place, but was surprised to find that there was an extra person in front of the pottery.
Or it should be a child.
It was a little girl who was about five years old. She was wearing white clothes that he had never seen before. Only the clothes of the witch Jiao had such texture. Her black hair was soft. The craftsman asked curiously: "Hey, who are you from? What are you doing here?"
The little girl raised her head, and Yuan noticed that she had a pair of black and clear eyes, which looked very beautiful.
The girl replied, "From the mountain."
"From the mountain?"
Yuan scratched his head and realized, "Oh, you are a mountain dweller."
"Yes, if there is a big event in Tushan, the mountain dwellers nearby will definitely come down."
"Do you like pottery?"
The little girl said, "Pottery?"
"Here, these are it."
Yuan squatted down and picked up the pottery, saying, "These are my pottery. It takes a lot of effort and hard work to make qualified pottery that can withstand the burning of the flames, the wind and the sun, and can store things."
"Store things?"
"Well, isn't there pottery in the mountains?"
"These can be used to store food, boil water, and cook."
It was rare for someone to be interested in his boring job. Yuan sat on the ground and described in detail how good his pottery was. The little girl listened carefully, but Yuan found that no matter what he said, although the other party was very serious, she didn't seem to smile, and there was no expression on her face.
That little face was like the wind on the mountain, without any expression.
When they finally parted, Yuan was still reluctant to leave and said, "By the way, my name is Yuan. What's your name?"
The little girl said, "Yuan?"
Yuan pointed to the puddle next to him and said, "It means water accumulates in one place and does not move. After I was born, the elders of the tribe named me after the big puddle next to it. Some people's names come from common things. They name themselves after what they see. What's your name?"
The little girl shook her head, with no expression on her fair face: "I don't have a name."
"No name?"
Yuan had a surprised look on his face and said, "Isn't that pitiful?"
The little girl said, "My sisters all had names after going through some things. We don't need this."
She thought for a while and said, "Then give me a name?"
Yuan laughed and said, "Okay."
Giving a name is a privilege only enjoyed by people of high moral character and prestige. As a prisoner of war, he rarely has such an opportunity and is a little excited.
Looking around, he wanted to learn from the elders to give her a random name to deal with it, but seeing that there were willow trees, wood, and weeds around, similar names were too frequent. He scratched his head and had to look at the little girl and said, "I can't think of it for now. Give me some time, I'll think of a better name."
The little girl looked at him and nodded: "Yeah."
Yuan thought hard all night, but still got nothing.
Until the next day, he was dragged to the wedding scene by his friends and saw the guests in front, with an extremely graceful woman and several girls, among whom the little girl was the youngest. He was completely stunned.
Some people were talking around, but it was too chaotic to hear. The wine that day was very good. Yu was simply a monster. He drank all the young men in the tribe alone, so Yuan only remembered two things in the end.
The first thing was that the graceful woman told Yu that he could change Shenzhou.
The second thing is that the woman is the Queen Mother of Kunlun West, and the little girl with no expression on her face is the youngest goddess transformed from the pure air on Kunlun Mountain.
"What naming... I was teased."
Yuan fell to the ground drunk, muttering in his heart, and no longer took this matter to heart.
He felt like a fool for staying up all night yesterday.
......
Yuan thought Yu would continue to live in Tushan.
Who knew that he actually ran away on the fourth day, and the women of Tushan were scolding him for not being a man. Yuan pouted and lowered his head to concentrate on his pottery. That day, he had a good impression of Yu who drank all the men in the tribe alone. He felt that although he was obsessed with the fruitless task of flood control, he was at least worthy of respect.
The goddess returned to Kunlun the next day and did not come to tell him about the name.
Yuan just thought he was teased and did not take it to heart.
Focus on pottery.
Seven years passed in a flash, and Dayu never came back, but this time he sent a message to Tushan, hoping that Tushan could send a group of craftsmen to help. Yuan was already one of the best craftsmen in Tushan, so he was naturally among the people sent.
He saw Yu, who looked much stronger, but still young and upright, with a flame burning in his eyes. Later, Yuan learned that they encountered difficulties when they were controlling the water. A white ape was the king of the water system, stirring up the water system and swallowing many people with water.
He seemed to be the water god here.
To solve this water system, this water monkey must be dealt with.
Yu and those beings born with divine power discussed how to capture this ape, whose name was Wuzhiqi.
Yuan helped to build a huge iron chain, which required more than a thousand craftsmen including him to work together. The real part also needed a huge giant tribe to cast. Finally, the day of action came. Yuan saw the white-headed and green-bodied monkey raised his head and roared, thundering, and Dayu fought with him like a god.
Wuzhiqi was furious and wanted to pull out the weapon in the water.
Yuan, who was hiding, sweated in his palms. With a command, he followed a large number of people to throw the things in their hands and use stones to hinder Wuzhiqi's movements. Some of them could carry a stone as big as a mountain. Yuan could only use a big pottery jar filled with stone knives and smashed it hard.
Maybe he has always been good at throwing and smashing pottery jars.
This pottery jar hit Wuzhiqi's eyes directly. The stone knives blessed by the witches sank into Wuzhiqi's eyes, making him roar in shock and anger, and his hostility locked on the mortal. Yuan hid behind the stone and felt that his heart was almost jumping out.
Then there was a long whistle, and he saw a majestic god taking the opportunity to capture Wuzhiqi.
In the end, Wuzhiqi was locked under the Guishan Mountain of the Huai River.
Yuan felt that he was almost scared to death, and his legs and feet were weak and he sat on the ground.
Yu laughed and patted his shoulder: "Well done, just as accurate as when you hit me that year."
He made a joke.
Yuan really didn't know what to say.
After that, Yuan returned to Tushan, but he was no longer a prisoner of war and a slave. He had a big house and several apprentices to learn pottery and the technique of throwing pottery. Six years passed in a flash.
Yuan was already in his thirties, but because he was a prisoner of war and a slave before, he never got married.
Make pottery happily every day.
Avoid danger when you encounter it. There are too many strange things in this world. A mortal needs to have a good eye to live long enough.
But he didn't expect that he would meet that person again.
......
Yuan stared at the front in a strange way.
The pottery was much better than it was before, with perfect curves and fine lines as if they were naturally generated, but the little girl in front of the pottery was still the same as before, with no change in her look and expression.
Thirteen years had made his hair turn white and his body a little tired.
But there was no trace left on the little girl.
"She is indeed worthy of being the goddess of Kunlun Mountain."
Yuan muttered in his heart and pushed the fruit over there.
The young goddess took the fruit, looked at Yuan, and suddenly asked seriously: "Where is my name?"
Yuan was stunned: "What?"
The goddess said in surprise: "Don't you want to think about it? Haven't you thought of it yet?"
Yuan was shocked and laughed at the same time. After so many years, he had long forgotten this matter, but in the eyes of the other party, thirteen years was just a period of time for thinking. He scratched his head and felt younger.
The other party was not teasing him at the beginning, even though he was just a slave at that time, which made him a little happy. He sat on the ground like the young craftsman at that time and said seriously:
"I haven't thought about it yet. You are a goddess, and the name of a goddess should be better."
"I will give you the best name."
"Wait a minute."
The young goddess showed a faint disappointment on her face, and then nodded.
"Yeah."
They chatted for the whole afternoon.
Yuan, who was always immersed in pottery making, avoided various dangers and troubles. It was only at the end that he knew the reason why the goddess of Kunlun Mountain came here. The somewhat honest Yu actually managed the water system, summoned all the countries in Tushan, and killed the messenger of the water god Gonggong, a giant named Fangfeng, on the spot.
Fangfeng had a dragon head and cow ears, with an eyebrow and an eye, and a foot three feet long.
After a few years, even the great god Gonggong was killed by Yu.
Now Shenzhou calls him Dayu.
Fangfeng clan is a giant tribe whose bones need carts to pull. They are good at making jade. Yuan is already one of the most powerful craftsmen in Tushan. He was given the method of making jade. Yu summoned Yuan and Yuan was surprised to find that Yu, who was born with supernatural powers and always looked young and upright, had white hair and was no longer as handsome as a god.
"I want you to make a jade piece as big as a palm and a jade book."
"Jade book?"
"Yes, use it to record mountains, rivers and various beasts in the world."
Yuan was a little curious. He learned to make jade but did not make those ritual objects. He wanted to make books. He didn't know why, but Yuan was already forty years old at this time. He agreed. When he touched the jade, he suddenly thought of the cold but serious young goddess.
He thought it would be appropriate to use jade to name her.
Yuan polished the surface of the jade and made jade pieces of the same size.
Then Yu dictated, and he wrote down all those words, but it was strange. He said that he recorded the mountain conditions in various places, but he wrote more about what ferocious beasts there were, what strange tribes there were, and recorded their living places and appearance in more detail, but he didn't care much about the mountain conditions.
Yuan didn't understand, and once asked Yu carefully.
Yu replied: "When I killed the great god Gonggong, he said I would regret it. I think he meant his curse, but I don't care. If I manage the water system of Shenzhou, the whole land will become fertile, and the human race can live freely. I can't regret it, but now I know what he means."
He pointed to the land in front of him and said: "Although Gonggong's water is fierce, it targets all living things. Now there is no raging flood, the land has become fertile, the rivers have become peaceful, and the hidden tribes and strange beasts have appeared outside to compete for land. Compared with them, our human race is too weak. "
Yuan understood a little:
"You think we should record them so that people in the future can avoid danger."
Yu smiled, did not answer, and suddenly said:
"Emperor Xuanyuan defeated Chiyou, who was competing with us for the land of the Middle Earth, so that we can live in peace. Emperor Zhuanxu cut down the ladder that could reach the Kunlun Heaven, cutting off the influence from above. Although we managed the river, we brought the same disaster instead."
"If that's all, how will future generations see us?"
Yuan didn't understand what Yu meant, but just recorded these things honestly with several other craftsmen.
Although I don't understand why this jade book named Shanhaijing is more like a preparation before the war.
Carving during the day, then accumulating discarded jade materials, going back to think about what to make as a basis for naming the young goddess, he felt that she would definitely come back. In this not-so-short life, this is a story that always persists in his heart, making him feel that he is a little different.
Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, another twenty years passed. Yuan was already over fifty years old. As a mortal without any supernatural powers, he was almost dying, but in such an era, it was already respectable for a mortal to live so long.
And the Classic of Mountains and Seas was still not completed.
The young goddess finally visited the Tushan tribe again.
Yuan heard the news when he was preparing to record the strange beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The Kunlun goddess was discussing secrets with Yu, and Yuan was in a good mood. The goddess had not met him many times, but in this tribe, it was rare that she did not regard him as a slave and remembered her promise seriously.
Instead, he broke his promise.
This time he had to give the thing to her.
Yuan finally recorded the strange beast. Some fierce beasts could leave pictures and records. He did this kind of work for a full twenty years. Coincidentally, this was the beast he was most afraid of when he was young. It had sharp claws like a beast, dragon horns, and could devour tigers and leopards. It was a strange beast used by generals to control the army.
He finished carving the jade plaque carefully.
But at this moment, the beast, Bo, broke free from the chains. Yuan's eyes widened, and he was about to escape, but at this moment, he saw that Bo actually ran forward in anger, where his apprentice and a six-year-old child were.
The white-haired craftsman suddenly froze. He thought of the adults who blocked Bo's charge for him when he was young, thought of controlling the flood, and thought of the past when he suppressed the water god. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he stepped forward suddenly. The child closed his eyes tightly, but didn't feel any pain.
He widened his eyes and saw a white-haired man blocking him, and was stunned.
Yuan's arms bulged, tightly holding back the furious Bo.
His chest was pierced, but a kind of anger made him suppress his fear. He felt that he understood the look in Yu's eyes. Their generation paved the way, not to let these beasts wreak havoc on China, kill and even eat people.
Bo found that the old man opposite him was roaring and staring at him. There was a look in his eyes that made him afraid. Bo's anger turned into uneasiness. With Yuan's low roar, the old craftsman who had been cautious all his life held the beast tightly, making the beast afraid. The warriors of the tribe rushed up and took down the Bo beast.
Yuan, who was pierced, was sent back home and fainted early.
......
Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
He saw the familiar house, and next to it was the young goddess in white.
She noticed that Yuan had woken up, and a trace of worry appeared on her expressionless face. She said:
"Are you awake?"
"I healed your injury."
Yuan wanted to smile, but he felt too weak to do so. He lay there, thinking.
It is impossible for the goddess to know the process of aging.
If you get injured when you are old, it is useless to heal the injury.
He looked at the young goddess in white and smiled, "I still remember the first time I saw you forty years ago. You looked like this. I was thinking how beautiful you would be when you grow up. Would you be more beautiful than the witch? But I'm so old now, and you haven't changed."
The goddess said, "You haven't changed either."
The old craftsman took out a box from the bedside and handed it to the goddess, motioning her to open it. Inside was a pair of ring-shaped white jades with soft and perfect curves, like a natural creation. The old craftsman smiled and said, "This is the agreement we made when we were young. Although it's too late, I finally thought of a name for you."
"This is the jade I created myself."
"Two jades are Jue, to serve Kunlun. Look, your name is Jue..."
He saw that the white face finally showed a look of surprise and joy.
The craftsman slowly closed his eyes and sighed in a low voice with some regret in his heart.
I haven't asked her whether she likes this name or not...
The young goddess raised her head, looked at the craftsman with his eyes closed, and said, "Yuan?"
No response was given.
The goddess stretched out her palm and gently pushed him, but still didn't answer, until Nvjiao appeared and stopped her. Just like Nvjiao did back then, she looked at the old craftsman with his eyes closed and his face full of wrinkles, and sighed, "Don't disturb him..."
"What's wrong with him? Did he fall asleep?"
"He died."
"Dead? What is death?"
"Death means non-existence, no longer able to speak, think, see, or hear."
The expressionless little girl looked at the old craftsman on the bed, and suddenly turned around and went out. When she came back, she was holding a purple flower with a faint water light and rosy clouds on it. She carefully placed the purple flower on the craftsman's mouth.
Nu Jiao whispered: "The immortal flower of Kunlun Mountain?!"
In the north of Kunlun Kaiming, there are flesh-like trees, pearl trees, jade trees, Qi trees, and immortal trees. Phoenixes and phoenixes all wear eyeglasses.
The young goddess, who had a cold face and did not understand human expressions, looked expectantly at the purple flower slowly withering, but the human still did not wake up.
The immortal flower cannot revive the dead.
Nu Jiao stretched out her hand and pressed on the top of the little girl's head, rubbing it: "...too late."
"...hmm."
The girl held the pair of jade Jue in her hand.
On this day, the youngest goddess of Kunlun Mountain got a name. The twin jades are Jue.
On this day, Jue knew that the people down the mountain were different from the sisters on the mountain. They would grow old and die.