Su Yuan naturally couldn't hear the conversations of a few old artists, so he was arranged in the back corner, washed his hands, looked at a large piece of porcelain clay in front of him, and took a deep breath, today is very important, it is the key to completing the task.

Hao Nineteen's egg curtain cup is only half an egg in size, as thin as a cicada's wings, so the weight can reach the limit. Now it is stipulated that a small bowl with a diameter of ten centimeters, if the blank does not exceed two millimeters, the weight should be about 150 grams.

That is to say, the average master has a 100% yield rate, and at least thirteen can be pulled, and Mao Zhengcong's peak state was sixteen back then, although there seem to be only three more, and the difficulty is very different.

Just like the 100-meter race, the passing line is to be able to run for ten seconds, and every time you improve by 0.00 points in the future, it is difficult to climb to the sky, hard work, talent, and even luck are indispensable.

After checking all the players, the referee returned to the rostrum and loudly announced the start of the game, and the time counted down. Everyone immediately took action, dug down a piece of mud with a bamboo knife, put it on the manual turntable, and began to draw the blank.

Su Yuan dug up a small piece of mud, put it on the turntable, exerted force under his feet, and spun it quickly. The hands kept changing, and I saw that the mud seemed to have life, and it was instantly formed like magic, flowing clouds and water, and it was hearty.

"Huh?" Mao Zhengcong suddenly saw a familiar figure, a little surprised, stood up and took a few steps forward, and said with an incredulous face: "Why is he here!"

"Old Mao, do you have an acquaintance?" Xu Fuxing saw that Mao Zhengcong was not in the right state, and asked curiously: "Could it be that someone pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger?"

Mao Zhengcong frowned, looked carefully at the figure in the distance, and said confusedly: "You should all have heard of this person, our biggest figure in Longquan, the idol of all young people." ”

"Idol?" Several old artists looked at each other, Xu Fuxing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and blurted out: "Could it be Su Yuan?"

"Su Yuan, that swordsmith?"

"I've heard that he is known as the youngest national craftsman in history, and even challenged the Guinness Book of Records for success, mixing up with the rising genius of swordsmithing. ”

"No, how could he, a sword-player, come to the Blank Drawing Contest?"

"That's it, Lao Mao, are you dazzled!"

Several old men all stood up and came to Mao Zhengcong's side, discussing a lot. Mao Zhengcong glared, and said angrily: "I haven't been dizzy yet, I met Su Yuan a few days ago, can I admit my mistake?"

Pointing to the corner with his hand, he whispered: "He is Su Yuan, the youngest master craftsman!"

"Real Fake ......"

"No......"

Everyone looked at each other, looking at the tall figure in the distance, even Xu Fuxing felt incredible, and said in surprise: "Is it really Su Yuan?"

Mao Zhengcong pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Nonsense, people are still here, can they still cheat? Don't look at people playing with swords, but they are not necessarily laymen for porcelain!"

Thinking of the scene when they met, I could feel that Su Yuan had a special feeling for porcelain, otherwise he would not have specially entrusted the third child to match, and even bought good porcelain clay, but I didn't expect it to be ...... today

"Hmph, it's just a joke!" A black-faced old man next to him snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "An iron-struck man actually came to participate in the blank drawing competition? Could it be that he bullied our celadon and has no successor?"

Mao Zhengcong didn't need to look back to know who the other party was, and retorted: "I don't like to hear Lao Chen's words, but he is an upright national craftsman, and he is only twenty-five or six this year, what are you doing when you are twenty-five or sixteen?"

"I ......" Chen Dazhong was stunned, he didn't expect Mao Zhengcong to help a little guy speak, looking at the expressions of others who seemed to be smiling, he said helplessly: "I didn't mean that, Su Yuan definitely deserves his reputation for playing with swords, but now it's a blank, is it a nonsense to interlace like a mountain?"

The others nodded after hearing this, and Xu Fuxing smiled: "Don't be nervous, maybe people are just here to play, who stipulates that sword casting masters can't like celadon?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere eased instantly, Mao Zhengcong suddenly realized, shook his head and said: "Sure enough, it is the legendary Judge Su, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and it is difficult to come directly, amazing!"

Everyone laughed, returned to their seats, and chatted while drinking tea, the topic focused on Su Yuan. I was very curious about the sword-forging genius who was born out of nowhere, and I inquired about it.

"Good guy, even the little devil is convinced by Su Yuan when you say this?"

After listening to Mao Zhengcong's introduction, Xu Fuxing was taken aback, not only him, but others were also incredible, but he didn't expect Su Yuan's influence to have radiated to the world!

"It's not just the little devil, even the old Maozi is shocked. Mao Zhengcong took a sip of tea and said: "I also learned about it through other people's introductions, and even watched the video of him challenging Guinness with my own eyes, which is incredible!"

"Then I went to the island country, participated in the kendo competition, cut five or six national treasure-level famous swords in a row, and finally became the champion, and the work swept the world, and a random one easily exceeded a million dollars!"

Awesome!

A thought flashed through everyone's minds, and then looked at the young figure in the distance, and instantly the mountains looked up, and the admiration was like a surging river, endless......

"Million dollar ......" Xu Fuxing took a deep breath, was shocked, and said after a long time: "There is no vanity under the fame, the youngest master of craftsmanship in history, and he deserves his name!"

Mao Zhengcong looked at a few old guys, and felt very proud in his heart, the more he got to know Su Yuan, the more unfathomable he felt. Although it is not the same category, the principle is the same, and it is definitely the highest level to make the nitpicky little devil throw his five bodies to the ground.

Suddenly, Chen Dazhong stood up and walked directly off the stage, Mao Zhengcong hurriedly grabbed the other party and stopped: "What are you going to do?"

Chen Dazhong glared and said dissatisfiedly: "Let go of me, can't we be referees to inspect and inspect?"

The others were stunned for a moment, and at the same time showed a wicked smile, Mao Zhengcong raised his thumb and said: "Well, you are still cunning, go, go and see!"

Several people stepped down from the stage one after another and began to inspect, seemingly acting separately, but in fact, they all converged in one place, slowly approaching Su Yuan's position.

Chen Dazhong was the first to come nearby, looked at Su Yuan's energetic face, and secretly praised. Looking at the action again, I was stunned for a moment.

"It's ......"

"It's a fast ......"

Xu Fuxing came to the side for the second time, and was also very curious about Su Yuan, and suddenly his eyes widened, revealing shock, and he muttered to himself: Flowing water...... Lifting weights is like ......"

"How is that possible!"

Mao Zhengcong also came behind Su Yuan, deliberately not wanting to disturb the other party's work, and at first glance he looked at the work next to him, and was surprised, full of more than a dozen?

"Eight...... Nine...... Ten...... Eleven!"

Less than a third of the time, eleven bowls have been pulled out?