After hearing my words, he saw that I was staring at him, his face was full of ridicule, and at the same time, he consciously closed his mouth, and his right hand was even more on top of his mouth.

When I finished speaking, the potsmith withdrew his right hand that was touching the water tank, raised his head to look at me, and said, "Little brother, if you have no problem now, I will start the jar!" ”

"No problem, no problem, master, hurry up and fix the jar, otherwise my grandfather will come back in a while!" I heard that the cylinder maker was about to start the cylinder, and my face was full of joy.

Seeing that I agreed to the jar, the carpenterer put the small bamboo basket he had been carrying on the ground, and took out a very delicate curium bow from the basket.

When the carpenter took out the curium bow in the bamboo basket, my eyes unconsciously contracted, the carpenter had seen it before, although the curium bow they used was much larger than this, although the curium bow was very large, but the diamond they used only had a very small diamond on it, which was as luxurious as this whole diamond was made of diamond!

The carpenter ignored my somewhat shocked face, and after taking out the curium bow, he stroked the curium bow and diamond in his hand with his hands full of pity, and looked at him as if he had a very deep affection for this curium bow.

"I said, Gao Tian, is this man sick? Why do you keep stroking things in your hands? Dali quietly pulled my arm and muttered quietly when he saw the bow caressing the bow.

When I heard Dali's words, I glared at him sharply and motioned for him not to talk nonsense. Because I can see from the curium bow and diamond in the hands of this cylinder maker that I really have found the right person this time, maybe I can really fool the past!

After seeing my eyes, he closed his mouth vigorously and interestingly, and at the same time signaled in his eyes that he would not talk nonsense, and I looked at the hammermaker again!

When I looked at the smith, he had already begun to do his work, first wiping the mist from the tank with his somewhat tattered robe, and then taking the curium bow and the diamond of pure diamond and began to punch the hole in the tank.

"Boom, hiss!"

With the back and forth twitching of the bow in the hands of the cylinder maker, the diamond drill made a pleasant sound on the water tank, and when the cylinder maker drilled the water tank, it was as if he had forgotten everything, his eyes looked directly at the water tank, and the focus in his eyes made me very embarrassed!

Perhaps because the diamonds were all diamonds, it didn't take long for the first hole in the tank to be laid, and the potsmith exhaled softly after the first hole was punched, and then began to lay the next hole again.

When I saw the carpenter making the second hole, I don't know why there was a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, although I was puzzled, but for the sake of him making the jar for me, I quickly walked into the house and poured a cup of tea and brought it over!

"Master, drink saliva!"

I handed over the teacup I was holding when the potsmith made a second hole in the tank, but what I didn't expect was that when the potsmith heard my words, he just looked up at me and then started his work again, completely ignoring my presence.

Although the potsmith did this somewhat unreasonable, I didn't care, staring at the hole he had drilled in the tank, and before I knew it, I was stupid. But the gaze in my eyes grew brighter. At the same time, the air flow in my body was running even more frantically, and as the air flow moved, I felt a faint burst of heat on my chest.

The heat in my chest forced me to withdraw my gaze from the smith and lift my clothes to look at my chest.

When my eyes looked at my chest, my face suddenly showed joy, and I saw the orderly arrangement of black moles on my chest, and I don't know when one of them turned red. And the joy on my face was because my grandfather once said that every red mole on my body can prove that I have mastered the Tao for ten years, which makes my mood unconsciously excited.

"Click!"

However, just when I was excited, the diamond in the hands of the smith made a soft sound and broke in the middle, and the sound of the diamond breaking reminded my excited nerves!

"Alas, old man, you can't stand it too, can't you? That's good, let's finish this time, don't care about it anymore, you see, it's good! ”

When the potsmith saw his diamond break, he sighed lightly and said in a desolate voice.

When I saw the diamond in the hand of the potsmith break from the middle, my face showed a look of surprise, and my voice was full of doubts and asked, "Master, how could your diamond break?" ”

"Alas, it's old, it's useless!" After I finished speaking, the hammermaker suddenly said such inexplicable words, and then put the broken diamond in his hand back into the small bamboo basket.

Although the diamond diamond was broken, fortunately, the holes in the water tank had been completed, so it was not needed.

After placing the broken diamond and the bow into the basket, the potsmith takes out several cyan nails from the basket.

When I saw the nails taken out of the bamboo basket by the potsmith, my face was shocked, because I found that the nails taken out by the potsmith in the basket were not metal, but all celadon!

The jarsmith looked up and smiled at me as if he saw the look of shock on my face, but instead of speaking, he shoved the six celadon nails in his hand into the hole in the tank.

After the cyan water tank wall was inlaid with six nails, I suddenly felt that the dark color on the water tank that had been dark due to the cracks on the water tank had deepened again, and at the same time, even the pattern that had disappeared from the previous water tank was slowly emerging.

My eyes were full of surprise as I watched the changes in the water tank, and even more curious when I looked at the jarmaker.

After the potsmith inserted all the six nails in his hand into the water tank, he took out a small cyan bottle from the bamboo basket and returned to the water tank again.

When I took out the vial, my eyes widened, expecting the smith to frighten me even more.

Sure enough, the jarsmith did not disappoint me, and when he came to the side of the tank with the small bottle, he had already pulled the stopper off the bottle, and poured out a trace of thick blue liquid from the bottle, which was wiped away by the nails that passed through the wall of the tank.

What is shocking is that when the cylinder maker smeared the liquid in his hand on the nails, the celadon nails slowly softened and quickly stuck to the wall of the water tank. (To be continued.) )