Yuan was pulled forward by his friend, still thinking about his pottery.

He didn't feel anything special for the man named Yu, only knew that since his birth, this guy had been walking on the earth, busy with flood control. Yuan always sneered at this kind of thing. The mountains, seas, and天地 (tian di, heaven and earth) all had spirits, and water was one of the most powerful gods, everyone knew the name of the great god Gonggong.

Yu's father was also the kind of person born with divine abilities, but he still failed to control the floods.

Yu would be no exception.

Just as he was thinking this, a roaring sound like a war drum rang out. The young craftsman almost instinctively ducked behind his tall friend, looking towards the direction of the sound. It was a tall horse, completely white, with a completely black tail, and a horn on its head. It had no hooves, only four tiger claws.

This was a bo (mythical wild horse), although it looked like a horse, it ate tigers and leopards.

It was the mount of generals.

Gaotao, the leader of the Tushan tribe, was a highly respected minister of Emperor Shun.

The witch of Tushan was getting married, so important figures from the surrounding tribes would definitely come.

The tall young man sighed helplessly, looked at his friend behind him, and said, "What are you afraid of? This bo has already been tied up, it won't pounce on you."

Yuan replied, "I want to avoid danger."

The young man had a headache: "You'll be laughed at if you're so timid."

The young craftsman just shook his head:

"If I weren't timid, I would have been killed in the wars between the tribes long ago."

The young man had nothing to say, so he had to lead his friend on their way. They, along with others from the tribe, cleaned up the stone houses, squeezed juice from colorful flowers to dye cloth, and decorated with fragrant flowers and fruits. After busying themselves for a while, Yuan, missing his pottery, quietly slipped away again.

He returned to his place, but was surprised to find someone in front of his pottery.

Or rather, it should be a child.

It was a little girl about five years old, wearing white clothes that he had never seen before. Only the clothes of the witch Jiao had such quality. Her black hair was soft. The craftsman curiously asked, "Hey, whose child are you? What are you doing here?"

The little girl looked up, and Yuan noticed that she had a pair of black and clear eyes, which looked very beautiful.

The girl replied, "From the mountains."

"From the mountains?"

Yuan scratched his head and realized, "Oh, you're a mountain dweller."

"That's right, the mountain dwellers nearby would definitely come down for the big events here in Tushan."

"Do you like pottery?"

The little girl said, "Pottery?"

"Yes, these are them."

Yuan squatted down, rummaging through the pottery, and said, "These are my pottery. It takes a lot of effort and energy to make qualified pottery, able to withstand the scorching of flames, able to withstand the wind and sun, so that things can be stored."

"Storing things?"

"Yes, aren't there any pottery in the mountains?"

"These can be used to store grain, to boil water, and to cook."

Rarely did anyone show interest in his boring work. Yuan sat on the ground, talking in detail about how good his pottery was. The little girl listened attentively, but Yuan noticed that no matter what he said, although she seemed very serious, she didn't seem to smile, and there was no expression on her face.

That little face was like the wind on a high mountain, without any expression.

When they finally parted, Yuan was still not satisfied, 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 accumulating in one place and not moving. After I was born, the elders of the tribe named me Yuan after the big pool next to it. Some people's names come from commonly used things. They take whatever name they see. What's your name?"

The little girl shook her head, her fair little face expressionless: "I don't have a name."

"No name?"

Yuan had a surprised look on his face and said, "Isn't that very pitiful?"

The little girl said, "My sisters all have names after experiencing some things. We don't need that between us."

She thought for a while and said, "Then give me a name, okay?"

Yuan smiled and said, "Okay."

Giving names was a privilege only enjoyed by those with high virtue and prestige. As a war captive, it was rare to have such an opportunity, and he felt a little excited.

He looked around, wanting to learn from his elders and casually give her a name to get by, but all he saw around him were willow trees, wood, and weeds. Similar names were too common. He scratched his head and could only look at the little girl and said, "I can't think of one for now. Give me some time, I'll think of a better name."

The little girl looked at him and nodded: "Okay."

Yuan racked his brains all night, but still came up empty.

It wasn't until the next day when he was pulled to the wedding ceremony by his friend, and saw the most honored guests at the front, with a supremely graceful woman leading several young girls, among whom the little girl was the youngest, that he was completely stunned.

People around were talking, a chaotic jumble he couldn't make out. The wine that day was very good. Yu was simply a monster, single-handedly drinking down all the young men of the tribe. So, in the end, Yuan only remembered two things.

The first thing, the graceful and luxurious woman said to Yu, that he could change 神州 (Shen Zhou, Divine Land/China).

The second thing, that woman was 西王母 (Xi Wang Mu, the Queen Mother of the West) of Kunlun, and that little girl who always had no expression on her face was the youngest 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) transformed from the pure energy of Kunlun Mountain.

"What 'give a name'... I was being teased."

Yuan fell drunkenly to the ground, muttering in his heart, no longer taking this matter to heart.

He felt like an idiot for staying up all night yesterday.

……………………

Yuan thought Yu would continue to live in Tushan.

Who knew that he would run off without a trace on the fourth day. All the women of Tushan were cursing him for not being a man. Yuan curled his lips, lowered his head, and focused on his pottery. That day he had a good impression of Yu, who drank down all the men of the tribe by himself, and felt that although he was obsessed with the fruitless task of controlling the floods, he was at least worthy of respect.

And the 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) of that day returned to Kunlun the next day, and didn't come to talk to him about the name.

Yuan just took it as being teased and didn't take it to heart.

He focused on pottery.

In the blink of an eye, seven years passed. Da Yu hadn't returned, 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 the entire Tushan, so he was naturally among those dispatched.

He saw Yu. He looked a lot stronger, but was still so young and upright, with a flame burning in his eyes. Later Yuan learned that they had encountered difficulties in controlling the floods. A white ape was wreaking havoc in the water system, disturbing the peace of the water system, and had also drowned many people with water.

He seemed to be the water god here.

To solve this water system, they had to get rid of this water monkey.

Yu and those with innate divine power discussed how to capture this ape, whose name was Wuzhiqi.

Yuan helped to forge huge iron chains, which required more than a thousand craftsmen working together. The real parts also needed to be forged by huge giants. Finally, the day came to take action. Yuan saw the white-headed, blue-bodied monkey roaring, with thunder rumbling. Da Yu fought against him, like a god.

Wuzhiqi was furious and wanted to pull out a weapon from the water.

Yuan, hiding, felt sweat in his palms. Along with a series of commands, he followed a large group of people to throw out the things in their hands, using stones to hinder Wuzhiqi's movements. Some of them could carry stones as big as a mountain, but Yuan could only use a big pottery jar, filled with stone knives, and smash it out with all his strength.

Perhaps it was because he had always been good at throwing pottery jars and smashing pottery jars.

This pottery jar directly smashed into Wuzhiqi's eyes. The stone knives, blessed by the witches, pierced into Wuzhiqi's eyes, causing him to roar in shock and anger. His hostility locked onto that mortal. Yuan hid behind a stone, feeling like his heart was about to jump out.

Then there was a long whistling sound. He saw a mighty god taking the opportunity to capture Wuzhiqi.

Finally, Wuzhiqi was locked under Turtle Mountain in the Huai River.

Yuan felt like he was almost scared to death, his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground.

Yu laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Well done, just as accurate as when you smashed me back then."

He was joking.

Yuan really didn't know what to say.

After this, Yuan returned to Tushan again, but no longer with the identity of a war captive and slave. He had a big house, several apprentices following him to learn pottery, and also the technique of throwing pottery. In the blink of an eye, another six years passed.

Yuan was already in his thirties, but because he had been a war captive and slave before, he had never married.

He happily made pottery every day.

He avoided danger whenever he encountered it. There were too many strange existences in this world. A mortal needed to be discerning to live long enough.

He had not expected to meet that person again.

……………………

Yuan stared strangely ahead.

The pottery was much better than its earlier fragile form, with perfect curves and patterns as delicate as if they had been naturally formed. But the little girl in front of the pottery was still the same as before, without the slightest change in expression or expression.

Thirteen years of time had caused his hair to turn white and his body to become a little tired.

But no trace had been left on this little girl.

"As expected of the 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) from Kunlun Mountain."

Yuan muttered in his heart, pushing the fruit over there.

The young 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) accepted the fruit, looked at Yuan, and suddenly said seriously, "What about my name?"

Yuan was stunned: "What?"

The 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) said in surprise, "Didn't you want to think about it? Haven't you thought of it yet?"

Yuan was both shocked and amused for a moment. Such a long time had passed, and he had long forgotten about this matter, but in the other party's eyes, thirteen years was just a period of time for thinking. He scratched his head, feeling that he was young again.

The other party hadn't been teasing him back then. Even though he was just a slave at that time, it made him a little happy, like the young craftsman of the past, sitting on the ground seriously:

"I haven't thought of it yet. You are a 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden), so the name of a 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) should be even better."

"I will give you the best name."

"You wait a little longer."

A faint look of disappointment appeared on the young 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden)'s face, and then she nodded.

"Okay."

They chatted for a whole afternoon.

Yuan, who had always been immersed in pottery making and avoided all kinds of dangers and troubles, was the last to know the reason why the 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) of Kunlun Mountain had come here. The somewhat simple and honest Yu of that year had actually managed to control the water system, summoned all the nations in Tushan, and even killed the messenger of the water god Gonggong, the giant named 防风氏 (Fangfengshi), on the spot.

防风氏 (Fangfengshi) had a dragon head and ox ears, with connected eyebrows and eyes, and feet three zhang (ancient Chinese unit of measurement) long.

Then, a few years later, even the great god Gonggong was killed by Yu.

Now 九州 (Shen Zhou, Divine Land/China) all called him Da Yu.

防风氏 (Fangfengshi) was a giant whose bones needed to be pulled by a large cart. They were good at making jade. Yuan was already one of the most skilled craftsmen in the entire Tushan, and was given the method of making jade artifacts. Yu summoned Yuan, and Yuan was shocked to find that Yu, who had innate divine power and had always looked young and upright, had grown white hair and was no longer as heroic as a god.

"I want you to make palm-sized jade pieces, to make a scroll of jade book."

"A jade book?"

"Yes, it will be used to record the mountains and rivers, as well as the various fierce beasts between heaven and earth."

Yuan was a little curious. He learned how to make jade artifacts but didn't make those ritual vessels, but wanted to make books. He didn't know why, but Yuan at this time was already forty years old. He agreed. When he touched the jade artifacts, he suddenly thought of the cold but serious young 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden).

He felt that it would also be appropriate to use jade artifacts to name her.

Yuan polished the surface of the jade stone and made jade pieces of the same size.

Then, Yu dictated, and he recorded those words. But strangely, it was said to record the mountain ranges in various places, but more was written about what fierce beasts there were in those places, what strange tribes there were, and the records of their places of residence and appearance were even more detailed, but he didn't care much about the mountain ranges.

Yuan was a little confused and had carefully asked Yu.

Yu replied: "When I killed the great god Gonggong, he said I would regret it. I think he was referring to his curse, but I don't care. By controlling the water system of Shen Zhou, the entire earth will become fertile, and the human race can live freely. I can't possibly regret it, but now I know what he meant."

He pointed to the land in front of him and said, "Although Gonggong's water was fierce, it was aimed at all living beings. Now that there are no more rampant floods, the earth has become fertile, and the rivers have become peaceful. The various tribes and strange beasts that were hidden have all appeared outside, vying for land. Our human race is too weak compared to them."

Yuan understood a little:

"You mean to record them so that later people can avoid danger."

Yu smiled and didn't answer, then suddenly said:

"Emperor Xuanyuan defeated Chi You, who was competing with us for the land in the middle, allowing us to live in peace. Emperor Zhuanxu cut down the ladder that could ascend to the Kunlun Heaven Realm, severing the influence from above. Although we have controlled the rivers, we have brought the same disasters."

"If it only ends like this, how will future generations view us?"

Yuan didn't understand what Yu meant, but he and the other craftsmen honestly recorded these things.

Although he didn't understand why this jade book, which was named 山海经 (Shan Hai Jing, Classic of Mountains and Seas), seemed more like preparations before a war.

He carved during the day, and then accumulated waste jade materials, going back to think about what to create as a basis for naming that young 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden). He felt that she would definitely come back. In this not-so-short life, this could be considered a story that he had always insisted on in his heart, making him feel that he was a little different.

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, another twenty years passed. Yuan was already in his fifties. As a mortal without any divine powers, he was almost dead, but in such an era, it was already a respectable thing for a mortal to live so long.

And the 山海经 (Shan Hai Jing, Classic of Mountains and Seas) still hadn't been completed.

The young 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) finally visited the Tushan tribe again.

Yuan heard the news while preparing to record the strange beasts in the 山海经 (Shan Hai Jing, Classic of Mountains and Seas). The Kunlun 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) was discussing secret matters with Yu, and Yuan was in a happy mood. That 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) hadn't met him many times, but in this tribe, she was a rare person who didn't treat him as a slave, and seriously remembered her promise.

On the contrary, he had broken his promise.

This time, he had to give the things to her.

Yuan was finally recording that strange beast. Some fierce beasts could be left with illustrations. He had been doing this work for twenty years. Coincidentally, this was the beast he had been most afraid of when he was young, the bo (mythical wild horse), with the sharp claws of a fierce beast, the horns of a dragon, devouring tigers and leopards, a strange beast used by generals to command armies.

He carefully carved the jade tablet.

But at this time, the fierce beast bo (mythical wild horse) actually broke free from its chains. Yuan's eyes widened, and he was about to run away, but at this moment, he saw that the bo (mythical wild horse) was running furiously towards the front. There were his apprentices, and a child who was only six years old.

The white-haired craftsman suddenly froze. He remembered the adult who had blocked the bo (mythical wild horse)'s charge for him when he was young, thought of controlling the flood, and thought of suppressing the water god in the past. Without knowing what he was thinking, he suddenly stepped forward and ran towards the front. The child closed his eyes tightly, but didn't feel any pain.

He widened his eyes and was stunned to see a white-haired man standing in front of him.

Yuan's arms bulged, and he desperately blocked the furious bo (mythical wild horse).

His chest was pierced, but a kind of anger made him suppress his fear. He felt that he understood the expression in Yu's eyes. This generation of people opened up roads, not to allow these fierce beasts to wreak havoc in Shen Zhou, killing and even eating people.

The bo (mythical wild horse) found that the old man opposite was roaring and staring at it, and there was a look in those eyes that made it afraid. The bo (mythical wild horse)'s anger turned into unease. Along with Yuan's low roar, the old craftsman, who had been careful all his life, hugged the fierce beast tightly, making the fierce beast afraid. The warriors of the tribe swarmed up and subdued the bo (mythical wild horse).

And Yuan, who had been pierced through, was sent back to his home, passing out early.

……………………

Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

He saw a familiar house, and next to him was the young 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) in white.

She noticed that Yuan had woken up, and a trace of concern appeared on her expressionless face, and said:

"You're awake?"

"I healed your wounds."

Yuan wanted to smile, but felt too weak to do so. He lay there, thinking in his heart.

The 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) would never know the process of getting old.

When you get old and get injured, it's useless even if the injury is healed.

He looked at the young 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) in white and smiled: "I still remember the first time I saw you forty years ago, you were like this. I was still thinking, how beautiful you would be when you grew up, would you be even more beautiful than the witches, but I'm already so old, and you still haven't changed."

The 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) said, "You haven't changed either."

The old craftsman took out a box from the bedside, handed it to the 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden), and motioned for her to open it. Inside was a pair of ring-shaped white jades, with smooth and perfect curves, like natural creations. The old craftsman smiled and said:

"This is our agreement from when we were young. Although it's late, I've finally thought of a name I can give you."

"This is the jade artifact I created myself."

"Two jades are 珏 (jue), offered to Kunlun. Look, your name is 珏 (Jue)…"

He saw a look of surprise and joy finally appearing on that fair face.

The craftsman slowly closed his eyes, sighing softly in his heart with some regret.

He hadn't asked her yet if she liked this name...

The young 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) looked up, looked at the craftsman who had closed his eyes, and said, "Yuan?"

There was no response.

The 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) stretched out her palm and gently pushed him, but there was still no answer. Until Nujiao appeared and stopped her, Nujiao, still like she was back then, 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? Is he asleep?"

"He's dead."

"Dead? What is dead?"

"Death is non-existence. You can't speak anymore, you can't think anymore, and you can't see or hear anymore."

The little girl, who had always been expressionless, looked at the old craftsman on the bed, suddenly turned around and went out. When she came back, she was holding a purple flower, with faint water and霞彩 (xia cai, rosy clouds) shimmering on it. She carefully placed this purple flower on the craftsman's mouth.

Nujiao whispered: "Kunlun Mountain Undying Flower?!"

In Kunlun, in the north of 开明 (Kai Ming), there are 视肉 (shi rou), 珠树 (zhu shu), 文玉树 (wen yu shu), 琪树 (qi shu), Undying Tree, and phoenixes and luanniao (mythical birds) all wear 瞂 (da).

The young 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden), with a cold face and still not understanding human expressions, looked expectantly at the purple flower slowly withering, but the human still didn't wake up.

The Undying Flower cannot revive the dead.

Nujiao stretched out her hand and pressed it on the little girl's head, rubbing it: "...Too late."

"...Okay."

The girl held the pair of jade 珏 (jue) in her hand.

On this day, the youngest 天女 (tian nu, celestial maiden) of Kunlun Mountain had a name: two jades are 珏 (Jue).

On this day, Jue knew that the people down the mountain were different from the sisters on the mountain, they would get old and die.

ps: Today's update, 5,800 words, is a big chapter.

Depending on the situation today, there should be a second update... lying down, emmm, although my previous book had a situation where the power level couldn't be controlled later, that was also in the very late stage. The early stage was still stable ~ Dove is confident