The man didn't know if he had looked at the things in Feng Ze's hand, his hoarse voice was not rough, but it was extremely low, so deep that people couldn't hear his age, and finally said something that Ling Lang could understand, "I said, I'm not Yuan Sanye, don't come to me." ”

Ling Lang was surprised, and glanced down at Feng Ze, the other party meant to send off a guest? Senior brother didn't know him well?

Ling Lang was thinking about it here, and Feng Ze over there still said respectfully, "Third Master, this fragment is likely to affect a deeper case, Luo Tao has tens of millions of families, and there is no way to check it down, and the source can be seen at a glance, only the third master, and please ask the third master to take a look at it for the master's sake." ”

Feng Ze said earnestly and sincerely, and the helplessness of the seven-foot man was even more evident in his deep voice, Ling Lang listened to it with more doubts, Master?

The person known as Yuan Sanye did not move, nor did he make a sound, he was obviously down, but he still had an aura that people had to respectfully admire, emanating from his bones.

Yuan Sanye was silent, Ling Lang and Feng Ze also bowed their heads and were silent, waiting with their eyes down, not knowing where the other party's eyes fell, Ling Lang always felt that there was always an illusion that someone was silently looking at the top of his head, which was very shallow.

Feng Ze waited for a long time and didn't see the other party make a sound, so he was a little worried about whether he had said the wrong thing, the relationship between the other party and the master, there were very few people who knew about it, and the master even told him not to mention it at will, he really had no choice today, and he didn't want to stay here longer because the case was urgent, so as not to bring disaster to the other party, he still mentioned it, thinking that Ling Lang would definitely not know about it, but he was afraid of attracting the dissatisfaction of the other party.

"The Shang family, the Luo Tao Shang family. The hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and he said six words slowly and clearly, but Ling Lang and Feng Ze were shocked when they heard it, and they brought out some excitement, and suddenly raised their heads at the same time, looked at each other and smiled and looked at the person in front of them. Full of gratitude.

"Thank you for your advice!"

Speaking of the Shang family, we have to say that the three families of Luotao are the Du family, the Shang family, and the Nangong family. Most of the firing is the same, and there is almost no difference, but if you say that the largest and most representative Luozhou family in Luotao is these three Luotao families.

And the practices of the other tens of millions of Luo Tao are all modeled after these three. Some families who like Luotao but do not have financial support are in place, in order to pay attention to Luotao, they will buy Luotao outside the three major families in Luozhou, and put it in the house to fill face.

As for the Luo Tao of these three families, although they are all pottery, it seems to the layman that it is just a decoration and utensils, but if it is really a detailed study, it is natural that each has its own merits, and they hold a secret method that is different from that of other families. It has become its own characteristics, forming a three-legged trend in the pottery world, and it is famous all over the world.

And this Luo Tao Shang family, nineteen years ago became the imperial merchant, its pottery zuò in addition to the supply of the upper class of people to play with the fiddling, more fine ceramics, that is to be sent to the palace, for the people inside to enjoy the use, this honor, not every family deserves.

Therefore, when Yuan Sanye said that this pottery piece was the Luozhou Shang family. The two of them were all very surprised and surprised, and a bad feeling flashed in an instant, but they couldn't help but be excited because they got the clue, and they were even more respectful and grateful to Yuan Sanye. Make a few salutes to show your gratitude.

Yuan Sanye was blocked from his face, and he couldn't see any expression, but he also knew by looking at his eyes that he did not have any more expressions and feelings, Ling Lang was very amazed by his gaze, obviously a pair of cloudy and decadent eyes. But he can always inadvertently shoot a deep sight, with the precipitation of the years, and full of the vicissitudes of the years, still with Ling Lang's conception, he can't imagine the appearance of the other party's young man becoming famous.

After Feng Ze and Ling Lang finished speaking, this Yuan Third Master was silent again, no longer saying a word, his eyes rolled slightly, and when he looked over again, he was already half covered by gray hair again, and he was quietly holding a pottery in his hand, not knowing what to do.

Feng Ze still waited for a while, and saw that the other party did not respond to him anymore, so he continued to say goodbye, but before he could say this goodbye, Ling Lang next to him had already arched his hand and said,

"Third Master, you are not only the only bloodline of the Jiang family, but also have a unique talent, why do you want to suffer such torture here, not to mention that the weather is getting cold, the forest is already cold, for twenty years, Ling Lang doesn't know how the third master spends his life, I see you today, I dare to hope that you can find a better place to stay, instead of suffering so cold in this deep forest. ”

Ling Lang's voice was clear, soft but not flattering, there was a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and he spoke with a bit of bluntness, not to mention the indistinguishable posture of men and women, this courage and courage alone was enough to seal Ze's heart.

Ling Lang spoke and he hinted several times on the side, but he had no choice but to say the sincerity of the other party's righteous words, where did he still have the heart to deal with Feng Ze, Feng Ze's heart sank deeply, and he had to sigh silently, in case Ling Lang could really persuade Yuan Sanye, he was not afraid that he would not be able to explain to the master.

In fact, Feng Ze hadn't said these words before, but after only saying it once, he didn't dare to say it again, the other party didn't beat him or scold him, he just raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ze's words, Feng Ze was such a tough person, he was stunned by this gaze, especially when the other party said a few words in a slight voice, when Feng Ze said to his master, he was reprimanded coldly.

"Brother Forget Chen, I don't thank you for your kindness. ”

Feng Ze persuaded that he was in charge of his own affairs, but he didn't dare to hide his master, so he honestly passed the words to his master, and before he could understand what he meant, he had been trained by his master, and the master reprimanded himself, but he suddenly laughed, and sighed that the third master of Yuan was not an ordinary person, and finally sighed deeply, and left without speaking.

Since then, Feng Ze has never dared to say much about this, even if every autumn and winter, he will be ordered by his master to send clothes to the other party, but the other party obviously doesn't need it, but he doesn't say much, even Feng Ze doesn't know how the other party survived the past 20 years, and he really has the same temperament as his master.

Ling Lang and Feng Ze's master He Wangchen, has an extremely eccentric temperament, although his martial arts are unfathomable, he never plays cards according to common sense, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand, even if he accepts disciples, it is completely based on his mood, not as usual to look at the other party's talent and the like.

Its last closed disciple and the only female disciple was Ling Lang, even Ling Lang himself didn't know how he succeeded in apprenticeship, and even after studying for several years, he understood the temperament of the master, and at that time they all sighed that their father was so powerful that he was able to send himself to the master.

(To be continued.) )