Looking at Su Yuan's movements again, it was extremely relaxed, and the soil seemed to be endowed with spirituality in his hands, instantly blooming with dazzling brilliance, which made people addicted to it and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Good!"

Xu Fuxing couldn't help it, he took a few steps forward to pick up a work, studied it carefully, and even held it high above his head to observe the details in the light.

Paper-light and paper-thin!

Thin as cicada wings!

I couldn't help but admire: "Good craftsmanship!"

As soon as these words came out, several other people also started directly, completely forgetting about the game, and praised them one after another, without hesitating praise at all.

"It's so uniform, even the lines are clear?"

"Thin ...... It's so thin...... Not more than a millimeter for sure!"

"Look at me this, it's definitely 0.9, no, even thinner!"

There are all masters, there are three or four national craft masters alone, and they have played blank for half their lives, and they know the good and bad at a glance, and I can't believe that this kind of craft is actually from the hands of a young man.

"This ......" Mao Zhengcong looked at the bowl in his hand that was not completely dry, and his heart was turbulent, to say that the most shocking thing was himself.

Since the last time I met Su Yuan, I could clearly feel the curiosity and interest of the youngest national craftsman in the legend in porcelain. At that time, the reason why the exchange was shallow and deep was also because the other party was a master of sword casting, although the interlacing was like a mountain, but his influence was far greater than his own.

I was very surprised to see Su Yuan in the blank contest today, and I didn't expect people to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers!

It seems that the full-level god costume boss has come to the novice village to force ......

I can't bear it!

"Fourteen...... Fifteen...... Sixteen ......"

Before he could speak, Chen Dazhong, who was next to him, looked at the works on the stage and muttered, "Seventeen...... Eighteen...... That's more than the record?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was even more shocked, staring at eighteen plain blanks, two kilograms of mud, and even being able to pull out eighteen bowls!

"Don't mess around, there's the last one!" Suddenly Xu Fuxing said in a low voice: "It's all quiet!"

All eyes were focused on Su Yuan's hand again, only to see the last small piece of mud changing in his fingertips, the speed was getting faster and faster, the tire wall was getting thinner and thinner, everyone held their breath, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

At this time, Su Yuan seemed to have entered a wonderful realm, his mind was blank, there was no thought, only the wonderful touch that kept flowing between his hands.

Silky,

Like fog,

Like water,

Like a cloud!

You can even feel the dots, like the most sophisticated magnifying glass, and any details can be seen at a glance.

0.9,

0.8,

Zero-point seven!

The fingers suddenly trembled slightly, like a dragonfly dotting water, an antelope hanging its horns, and his heart suddenly opened up, and he was empowered, and finally completely integrated the Liuyun hand.

Slowly stop the turntable, smile a little, gently cut the bottom of the foot with a thin line, wipe your hands clean, and stand up.

"It's ......"

Several old men hurriedly surrounded him, and Mao Zhengcong hurriedly took a fan from the side, approached the plain blank, and gently fanned the wind to speed up the drying.

"Give me a fan!"

"I'm going to ...... too"

"What are you doing in a daze? Take a few more!"

Several referees were confused, although they didn't know what was going on, but a few masters spoke, and quickly found a few big fans and began to help fan the wind.

A magical scene happened, only to see that the surface of the blank that had just begun to dry in the shade changed rapidly under the influence of the wind, from dark to light, and the water evaporated extremely quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

thin

It's too thin!

Chen Dazhong's eyes widened, playing porcelain for decades, and naturally understood what it meant. Not only him, but everyone present was shocked to witness the birth of a new record.

Mao Zhengcong slowly stretched out his hand, carefully picked up the blank, and held it in front of him, the sunlight hit it just on it, the light and shadow flickered, as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent.

With a long sigh, he exclaimed, "The legendary egg cup is nothing more than that!"

Xu Fuxing took the blank, looked at the smooth surface like a mirror, and said shockedly: "Drawing the blank to such a state, without glazing into the kiln, it is a work of art in itself!"

As if remembering something, Chen Dazhong hurriedly took out a caliper, gently placed it on the edge of the tire wall, and said in surprise: "Zero point six!"

Two kilograms of puree, nineteen bowls......

The thinnest is only 0.6......

Several referees looked at each other, and then looked at the young man in his twenties who was standing with his hands in his hands, could it be ......

Mao Zhengcong nodded, and said: "That's right, a new blank record was born, nineteen bowls, like a fake!"

After speaking, he looked at Su Yuan and said with a wry smile: "Master Su, which one are you singing?"

"What...... A new record is being made?"

"The game is not over yet, why ......"

"Why? Four catties of mud pulled out nineteen bowls, and even Master Mao admitted it himself, are you blind?"

"When did we have such a terrible person in Longquan?" Wait, why do I look a little familiar......

"Master Su...... Could it be ......?"

"Su Yuan, the strongest swordsmith in history, my idol!"

With the commotion, all two or three hundred people in the venue gathered, and soon someone recognized Su Yuan, which instantly detonated the arena.

"The game is not over yet, give me back!" Xu Fuxing maintained order loudly, pulled Su Yuan and whispered: "How about we talk in another place?"

"Congratulations to the host, complete the mission!"

"Acquire a new skill, the Delicate Knife, please explore it yourself. ”

"New Mission: Restore the legendary prestige of Linglong porcelain, which is recognized by everyone. ”

Su Yuan was overjoyed in his heart, he didn't expect to be able to complete the task so quickly, followed a few old men out of the arena, came to a nearby teahouse, and just sat down a few pairs of eyes eager to directly dissect and study himself.

I can only say the excuse that I have thought of a long time ago: "Although I like swords, the craft of porcelain is a family tradition." ”

Everyone suddenly realized, so it was, Mao Zhengcong let out a long breath and said with a wry smile: "As the old saying goes, interlacing is like separating mountains, it seems that there are special cases!"

Su Yuan personally filled the old men with tea, all of them were seniors, which was a meeting gift, and he raised the teacup and said with a smile: "In fact, the reason why I chose Longquan back then was to forge a sword and realize my dream for many years. ”

"The second is to learn celadon, drawing blanks is a child's skill, practicing since childhood, there is no rustiness. ”

Mao Zhengcong rolled his eyes and scolded with a smile: "Is this still called no rustiness? Pull it directly to 0.6, you are going to heaven!"

Everyone laughed, Xu Fuxing put down the teacup, and also quipped: "Good guys, even if it is a few old men of us, it is already luck to be able to pull it to 0.8 with a good hand, and then use a knife to repair it barely 0.6." ”

"Then the glaze is applied, and finally a large kiln is full, and it must be considered a high incense to be able to fire two pieces of 0.8 plum green and pink green!"

Su Yuan raised the teacup again and said modestly: "That's why I came all the way to Longquan to learn, drawing blanks is just the first one, repairing blanks, glazing, firing kilns, each step is broad and profound, and I will invite a few seniors to teach me in the future." ”