The temperature finally slowly dropped in everyone's expectant eyes.

Temperature control is a complex and meticulous job, especially in the later stages, Lu Zian did not dare to be careless at all.

Only when he finally nodded, everyone excitedly stepped forward in sequence.

In this kiln, there are a lot of porcelain embryos fired.

Under the guidance of Lu Zi'an, the craftsmen used to produce at least one or two porcelain embryos, and it was already the limit if they could produce three.

But this time, their skills have been greatly improved, especially after avoiding detours, the success rate of porcelain embryos has increased significantly.

Therefore, not only did the old man Tang and his masters put up several rows of silhouettes, but even some young people worked hard to make some porcelain embryos.

Everyone carefully took out Lu Zi'an's sack, rubbed their hands, and looked at Lu Zi'an with great anticipation: "Master Lu, please ask first."

In the current workshop, it seems that Lu Zi'an is already an unwritten rule.

Lu Zian did not refuse, and reached out and opened the closest box to him casually.

A touch of green color was gently grasped by him.

When it swayed, it seemed like a clear spring overflowing from the porcelain washing. The color was not very dark and there was no kiln change, but the rare overall color was very uniform.

A smile of appreciation flashed in Lu Zi'an's eyes, his fingertips swayed slightly, and the whole porcelain was washed in his palm and turned lightly.

Every angle is very moist, and the vulgarity of the glass surface is removed. This blue color is closer to nephrite.

Everyone regretted that the porcelain was washed without glaze and turned into color, which was a pity.

"No pity." Lu Zian slowly stroked the wonderful feel of the smooth glaze surface without any regrets: "This is exactly what I want."

Old Tang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he fixed on the porcelain in his palm: "Is this piece the plain-colored porcelain you want? It's used to make porcelain engraving?"

"Yes." Lu Zi'an was full of joy and picked up the carving knife, but stopped again.

After thinking about it, I felt that there were many noisy people here, and it was not suitable for creating porcelain engraving at all.

It's better to go back and do it!

Thinking of this, he didn't want to open the other samurai, and waved his hand: "You all take the samurai, I'll take this porcelain back first."

Everyone looked at him with joy, frowns, and looked at him with a gaze, but Lu Zi'an suddenly said this.

Not only were they confused, but they were also a little helpless, but they nodded: "Ohhh."

Lu Zi'an did not drag on the mud, washed the porcelain into his coat pocket, carried the tool box and walked out.

The guard at the door didn't expect that he would come out so soon today. He was stunned for a second or two, but he still reacted quickly and quickly took the toolbox in his hand: "Master Lu..."

"Let's go, go back!" Lu Zi'an smiled in his eyes, and there was a hint of eagerness in his words.

"...Oh, OK." The guard turned around and looked at the confused people and quickly followed.

Seeing Lu Zi'an's back as he left briskly, the crowd in the room was stunned.

"...just, leave like this?"

Where am I, who am I, where am I going?

Mr. Tang first came to his senses, pondered for a moment, and said decisively: "Okay, don't move Master Lu's silhouette first, let's just look at our own."

“Yes, yes, look at ours first.”

When Lu Zian was not present, everyone habitually respected Mr. Tang.

A row of sams marked with the word "Tang" were moved out first, and Mr. Tang took a breath and walked over slowly.

The expectation that had been brewing for a long time finally turned into uneasiness at this moment.

Old Tang calmed down, tried his best to maintain a calm expression, and slowly opened the first samsara.

After just one look, he closed it back and continued to open the second one quietly.

Then, the third and fourth...

Seeing his actions, everyone was confused and confused: Is there any kiln change? Is it a split or a formation?

But looking at Mr. Tang’s solemn expression, they didn’t dare to ask, what if it was completely broken?

People themselves are unwilling to say it, and it would be boring to chase and ask.

It was not until he opened the last samurai that Old Tang's hand finally trembled slightly.

He closed his eyes and held his breath and said, "It turns out..."

Sure enough, still not...

Seeing his expression, everyone felt a little reluctant.

"Old Tang, don't worry... This is Jun porcelain after all..."

"That's right, we all..."

All the words of comfort finally disappeared into the increasingly obvious smile on Old Tang's face.

"Two pieces! Two pieces!" Old Tang trembled his hands and carefully held out the hanging plate: "Look at this one!"

It seemed as if it was lightly applied to the entire hanging plate with dark purple glaze slurry stained with the belly of the finger.

Several purple pieces are thin and transparent, and finally they become one, like a graceful butterfly, or like an iris about to bloom.

What is rare is that this purple is not pure, it goes from shallow to deep, and the deeper it goes to the middle.

But in the middle, it suddenly became shallow and as slim as a stamen!

Someone took a breath and exclaimed: "This...this kiln change!"

Is this a natural glaze painting?

Old Tang himself did not expect such unexpected joy. He was overjoyed and sighed continuously: "I really didn't expect that there would be such kiln transformations, which is simply unheard of..."

The young man standing next to him suddenly whispered: "Old Tang, looking at your hanging plate reminds me of a poem."

"Oh? What poem?"

The young man pondered for a moment and said slowly: "May is over."

Thick light shines all over the past few days

Shades along the way

Stay until evening

Red-breasted bird sings on the wire

It's getting dark smoothly

It's slow, very slow

A white house with green leaves

Sunset shines on glass

The lawn is soaked and still sprinkled

Blue purple iris dreamy

All made an appointment to go darkly,

Clear, kind, gentle

Don't know what to forgive

I sincerely feel that everything in the world can be forgiven."

The young man's chanting sound was low and gentle, and he heard it like a beautiful symphony in his ears, making people feel quiet around him.

Everyone's excitement was calmed down, and the world became soft and warm.

When I hear the poem that truly touches the soul, I really feel like the spiritual platform is clear and clear.

They seemed to see that it was getting darker and darker.

The white house with green leaves and the dreamy smell of blue and purple irises seems to be clear before your eyes one by one.

It makes people no longer think about the complicated thoughts that linger in their minds, and they also forget another piece of Tang's kiln-turned porcelain.

Breathing slows down, and the world becomes quiet, as if everything in the world becomes forgiven.

"Jackson Heights" from Mu Xin has this magical power.

Old Tang smiled and nodded: "It's indeed quite appropriate."

This purple glaze turns color, and it is indeed like a blooming iris, especially the moist luster of the sky-green glaze, which makes people easily think of the lawn where the rain is clear.

Everyone agreed and thought the poem was indeed beautiful, but they were not confused, and they still urged Mr. Tang to put down the porcelain and pick up another one that had been kiln-shaped.

Unfortunately, although this porcelain wash is kiln-shaped, it is not as stunning as the hanging plate just now. Although the dark blue glaze is also beautiful, with pearls and jade in front of it, it seems like a star next to the full moon, covering its glory.

Mr. Tang was not sad and said with a smile: "Okay, I've finished reading mine, you guys quickly see yours."

To everyone's surprise, it seemed that several pieces of porcelain in this kiln had undergone kiln transformation.

The craftsman who did not get surprise was a little disappointed, but was also sincerely happy for his companions.
To be continued...