Mu Yun teapot, 220cc

When the moonlight trickled silvery patterns on the purple clay, Mu Yun heard the deer's cry deep in the mountain stream.

He knelt in front of the mine left by his father, with his palm pressed against the ochre-red rock wall. Yesterday, a heavy rainstorm washed away the eastern kiln, turning all seventeen antique-style teapots that were about to be fired into mud.

If he fails to collect the top-quality Tianqing clay again, the century-old brand of the Su family's purple clay workshop will fall into his hands.

Suddenly, a glint of light streaked across the veins of the mine, like stars falling to the mortal world. Mu Yun followed the halo of light and ventured into a branch that he had never set foot in before. The purple clay mine on the cave wall was glistening with strange gold sand, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be countless antler-shaped crystals.

On the deepest stone platform, there is a jade statue with a deer's head and a human body holding a purple clay teapot in its palm.

The teapot body is covered with turtle cracks, yet it exudes the luster of jade.

Three hundred years have passed, and finally, humans have set foot on the Star Sand Mound. Suddenly, the jade statue spoke, and the antlers burst into tiny phosphorescent flames. Mu Yun was shocked to find that the mining axe in his hand had turned to dust.

The ancient teapot suspended in mid-air by itself, and the tea mist exhaled from the spout condensed into the shadow of a white deer.

The deer shadow lowered its head and touched the veins of the mine. Suddenly, the purple clay crystals came alive, climbing along the cave walls like vines.

Mu Yun saw the tea mountains burning in the flames of war, saw the ancestors sacrificing animal blood to the mines, and finally the scene froze on his father's deathbed - the old man repeatedly sketched deer patterns on the unfinished teapot body with a chisel until the blood he coughed up stained the clay red and purple.

You have violated the contract. The sound of the white deer made the stalactites on the cave ceiling fall with a rustling sound.

"But the spirit of the pot has not been extinguished."

Suddenly, it transformed into a girl in plain clothes, with its fingertips touching Mu Yun's forehead.

Countless pot-making skills flowed into his mind like a starry river. He saw his ancestors mix the clay with deer antler and saw a girl breathing on the teapot under the moonlit night to cultivate the spirit of the vessel. Before dawn, Mu Yun carried the newly collected star sand mud out of the cave.

The girl's voice followed the wind: "Remember, purple clay is the frozen moonlight of the earth." The purple clay teapot in his arms suddenly became hot, and blood-red deer patterns appeared on the bottom of the teapot - that was evidence of the crime when the Su family's ancestors shot pregnant deer three hundred years ago in search of a rich mineral vein, which splashed onto the teapot body.

Seven days later, when the kiln was opened, the three Friends teapot that Mu Yun brought out made the whole of Yixing boil over. Among the textures of pine, bamboo and plum on the body of the teapot, the faint shadow of a deer can be seen. After pouring tea water, a wonder of a flowing starry river emerges. That night, at the kiln entrance, he met a young girl crying to the waning moon. As soon as the tears fell to the ground, they turned into purple jade sand.

Do you know why only you can awaken the Heavenly Dew? The young girl held the tearful sand to Mu Yun and said, "Because of your father's blood sacrifice on his deathbed, the bloodline of the Su family has merged with the deer spirit."

Suddenly, she shed her human form. The purple clay teapot hanging between her antlers made a tinkling sound in the moonlight.

It was the new teapot fired by Mu Yun.

On the night of Frost's Descent, the heavy rain once again triggered a landslide. Mu Yun, holding the Heavenly Dew, rushed towards the mine. Amid the deer's cry, the tea soup in the pot swelled into a silver waterfall. The next day, the villagers found that the mine cave was sealed with amethyst. Among Mu Yun's white hair, a pair of delicate antlers had grown, and the spout of the kettle tightly held in his hand was blooming with camellias.

Nowadays, on every full moon night, the potter can still hear the clear chirping of two deer in the mountains. The newly mined purple clay mine always has a faint tea aroma. The experienced master said that it is like the dew from the sky breathing under the moonlight. Occasionally, a lucky person would pick up a purple jade sand shaped like a deer antler, smelt it into a teapot body, and in the dead of night, one could hear the distant sound of stars falling from the teapot.