It's a little late to return to the community, and Yu Xiaoxue is still watching TV and waiting for us to return to Rou.

I turned on the lights in the yard and moved a pile of zuò pottery to the site, putting on gloves. Start diluting and screening the clay.

Yu Xiaoxue and Zhao Qian both surrounded Rourou and became curious babies, see if I make a mess there.

"I'll make some teapots. "That's my answer to the two of them, if you want to make an urn, I guess they will run away.

The ghost urn doesn't need to be too big, and it's just a flat round thing the size of a bawan, and it's no problem to make it look like a warm kettle, but the point is that the pattern drawn must be accurate, and you have to have the courage to calculate the text.

Without counting the gall, the soul urn has no effect. Tricks are not soft ghosts.

It has been a few hours since the clay was picked, and Yu Xiaoxue felt bored when she looked at it, only Zhao Qian knew that I risked my life to get these things, and it would definitely not be as simple as just making some teapots.

I opened the pottery wheel, put on plastic gloves, and started to make a prototype, but I didn't know the speed of the engine. As soon as the hand was forced, the prototype collapsed into a block.

"This mud stinks, is it the mud in the fish pond?" Yu Xiaoxue asked me with a pinched nose.

"Hey, hey. I didn't speak, and continued to fiddle with the pottery on TV, telling her that it contained the blood of a corpse, or pieces of flesh, that it would scare her unconscious.

Zhao Qian knows that I have a soft history of yin soil, and the smell of salted fish is soft from the place where I took the soil. I didn't know when I went, that's understandable, but now it's really stupid if I don't understand it, there must be dead bodies buried there.

I continued to make round pots, but the result was very unsatisfactory, and the soft continuation failed to form three or four times, and even I began to lower the requirements, as long as I could make something soft, it was no problem to be crooked.

As a result, they are not soft enough to handle.

My hands were already shivering with cold, and the yin earth contained resentment, trembling as if I had self-awareness, and that was why I failed.

"Brother Tian...... Why don't you let me play softly, my hands are more skillful. Yu Xiaoxue said and approached me. Staring at the scarlet, stinking dirt.

Then, while I was still plugging in the drums, my hand reached into my clay bucket!

"Don't touch!" I called out and wanted to hold her, but I couldn't get soft, Yu Xiaoxue stretched out into the soil, and my skin was white.

"It's fun!" Yu Xiaoxue kneaded her softness happily, and I was panicked when I saw it.

She pierced the clay and pushed me aside, snatching my engine position and fiddling with the soft.

"You have to be obedient, turn me into some teapots!" Yu Xiaoxue said as she pinched various poses with her soft onion fingers. It's just a few people's kung fu, and the jar that I couldn't pinch at all just now automatically formed in her hands as if it had life!

I slapped my forehead and saw that I definitely don't have the talent for pottery!

"Xue, don't you feel cold?" I saw that Yu Xiaoxue touched the clay and there was nothing wrong with it, and even she was a little happy about it, I was very curious, I actually felt very inappropriate with gloves.

"No, it's just cool, it's fun. Yu Xiaoxue said, and pricked the clay and wood chaff, and smeared it while making zuò, which is a matter to prevent the finished product from cracking during baking, which shows that the means are very skillful.

"Have you ever played with this thing?" I asked, looking at Rou, I was too yin to touch these things, but Yu Xiaoxue and Zhao Qian didn't mess with it.

"I've played, the teacher used to teach some, so I played with others, and then we put it in when the adults built the house and burned the bricks, but there was no such convenience. Yu Xiaoxue said.

"Oh, that's what Rou Hara is. "I understand that I am too soft, and I see that soft people really have areas that they are good at and are not good at.

Grandma's yin qi is actually quite heavy, otherwise she can't inherit the Taoist system of raising ghosts, so she wants to make zuò clay pots, and it is estimated that she will have to be soft and soft. Liver Clamping.

"Okay, you can get me a few more as you just did, and remember to put the lid on too. "I'm thinking about doing it myself, it's so stupid, since Yu Xiaoxue Bingxue is smart, let's fiddle with her.

"I also have to bake and dry and carve something on it. "I plugged in the electric stove and put the two clay pots in and turned them on low temperature to dry them.

Taking advantage of the difference in baking time, I tied up the prepared white plaster dolls sold on the street and tried to carve some more advanced arithmetic characters on them.

As a result, I carved several complex arithmetic texts, all of which were crooked and worshipped, often sliding the pen or directly penetrating, even if I was lucky enough to finish some of the drawings, how could it be like a dog bite?

My heart is like a person splashing cold water, isn't it different from painting?

I was so crazy that I almost smashed these rags, but Zhao Qian pierced some of the plaster statues on her hands, and the carving knife pulled several beautiful sword flowers in her hands, and Hua Erer's scribbled strokes directly copied some of the spells I drew with sweat!

When the wind blows, I burst into tears: Do you say my brother's hands are so stupid?

After brushing a few people, Zhao Qian finished some calculations again, and put a plaster figure in front of me: "Is Qian painting like this?"

"Well, it's not bad, it's quite regular, although it lacks my agility, but those, since Xiaoxue has taken over the pottery work, I can't treat you favorably, right? I nodded, pretending to be old-fashioned and praising the little girl.

"Oh. Zhao Qian lowered her head and chuckled, looking at me with a very good-looking look.

My old face was not red or my heart was beating, and I pulled out my grandmother's book, pointed out a few of the spells in it, and then signaled her where to draw, and taught her the mantra of daring.

Zhao Qian recorded Renrou very seriously, and began to practice with plaster statues, which made me feel chilled that it only took her ten minutes to draw quite well.

It's easy to say if it's just one or two spells, but a bunch of spells tied together, you know the softness and difficulty between them, although I have practiced before, but it is definitely not as easy as her to draw, and I am definitely inferior to her in carving.

I don't know what her level of arithmetic is? I'll pass her a few high-level arithmetic baskets to try, maybe she can make it like this?

If they are interested, I would like to train both of them to become masters. With such a softness, I gave up the idea of making zuò on my own, and turned to the co-ordinating supporters behind the scenes, and they were able to directly abuse me to death in terms of hands-on ability.

The complete soul urn soon appeared in their hands, and the grandmother did it even better, plus the arithmetic text I selected, and used the soft to raise the cherished monarch, it must be no problem.

Although referring to the record in my grandmother's book, this kind of arithmetic and zuò method is considered to be at the bottom level, and they are all pretended to be some slightly powerful ghosts, but I am very satisfied with this quality, if the conditions are enough in the future, maybe the ghost king-level soul urn can make zuò out of soft, of course, it is impossible now.

By the time the sixth soul urn was made out of tenderness, the clay had been completely used up, and the six rudiments were all identical, and I held them into the electric furnace like a treasure.

I turned on the switch, set the temperature and the time of power outage, I was relieved, if I was lucky, I would be able to succeed a little bit by tomorrow morning, and the success rate of this soul urn with a spell calculation would not be too high, and there were too many things involved.

I looked at my phone, and at half past twelve, I was ready to take Zhao Qian to drive to Zhao's Zhuangzi.

"It's almost time, you prepare people, use all the belongings that can be used, let's go to Zhuangzi, tonight is the last night of the vigil, and tomorrow we will send the old man up the mountain." "I feel that my eyebrows are involuntarily picking on someone, and there must be something wrong on the last night, otherwise Zhao Qian's second uncle will not give up, because he hasn't gotten what he wants.

"yes, I see. Zhao Qian's face was a little gloomy, and she didn't know what to do.

"Zhao Qian, don't worry, if those two old horsemen are honest tonight, your brother will let them jump for two more days, if you dare to do it tonight, Lao Tzu will kill them immediately!" Thinking that Zhao Qian almost died in the hospital last night, I gritted my teeth.

"Wow, Brother Tian, you are so fierce!" Yu Xiaoxue grabbed my hand and looked at me with adoring eyes.

"Hmph, that's still a matter of saying. "I crossed my hands, and stood at forty-five degrees.

"Brother Tian...... Thank you. Zhao Qian's face was flushed, looking at me with a very touched expression, and she felt that men should be like this, so the gloom just now also disappeared.

I felt that I was almost pretending, so I quickly climbed into the car and told Yu Xiaoxue to sleep at home, don't sleep on the sofa tonight no matter what, if you are afraid, call Han Shanshan and ask her to sleep with her too softly.

Zhao Qian's house feng shui is still quite good, there is a star compass in the safe, and ordinary ghosts dare not approach.

In fact, I also have my considerations, when it comes to calculating the terrain, although it has an advantage in deterring ghosts, but if it is a real knife and a real gun, it is still necessary to cherish the king, this thing is not to exorcise ghosts.

This time, Zhao Qian brought her money sword, peach wood sword, and bell with her, a whole suitcase of things, although it was not her to do the big night, but this time she would definitely not sit still like last night.

After the car started, Zhao Qian got into the passenger seat.

I see that Zhao Damei's love is stable, and my mood is much better, and I feel that even if I encounter a messy problem tonight, I can solve it step by step.

But as soon as the car drove out of the gate, Zhao Qian's phone rang, and she frowned slightly: "It's Dad's." ”

"Take a look, it should be asking you when to go to Zhuangzi. I saw that she was worried, and I was relieved to her.

"Dad, it's me. Zhao Qian nodded.

But when she picked up someone soft, Zhao Qian was silent, and after a while, her face gradually turned pale and soft.

It's soft, I know it by looking at Zhao Qian's expression, and Zhao Xi won't call his daughter if he's fine, but once he calls, there is no doubt that it will be a big deal, maybe it is unacceptable to ordinary people. R832