I looked indifferent and whispered, "Then please masters, take a look at this dish first." Does it suit your appetite?"

A burst of golden light flashed.

The old men who were close to each other hurriedly closed their heads and covered their eyes.

Tao Bozhen, who was standing on the periphery and was scolded with blood, sighed softly, slowly approached and muttered, "This is ...... The golden coffin?"

Well?

Hey?

The screams continued to sound, and the old men who were still laughing wildly just now surrounded them one after another, regardless of the dazzling golden light.

When I saw the object in my palm clearly, the smiles of the old men instantly condensed.

I had a golden coffin in my palm, and my expression was cold: "Which master will start first?"

The old man in Tang costume grabbed the golden coffin with his hand, turned it over and looked at it several times, his face changed from the red of excitement just now to the dignified iron blue, and it turned into a miserable white of failure in a few seconds.

"Cricket coffin?"

"Cricket gold coffin?"

"Who has the financial resources to make a golden coffin for the cricket?"

"I've never heard of it.,The teacher is a big man who plays with crickets......

Seeing this, several other old men hurriedly stepped forward, and several bald wigs stared at the golden coffin with round eyes in a circle.

gathered the knowledge and experience of a group of old men, and soon pulled out the golden coffin.

"This is the big black head, this is the tiger head pink blue. Absolutely, yes."

"This is the Five Blessings Holding Shou Jiadi Lotus, which is the coffin shape of the old Yan Capital City, yes. Republic of China, Republic of China. from the time of the Republic of China."

"The Republic of China loves crickets like life, and there are only a few people who are willing to make golden coffins for crickets."

"Golden Needle Plum? Mei Jiubao? Meng Guanglu? Yu Shuyan? Tan and An? Four-sided?"

The old men screamed louder and louder, their faces turned red, their necks thickened, and quarrels and quarrels ensued.

"Do you understand crickets? Tan He'an is from the magic capital. Simian Chen died as early as the eighteenth year of Guangxu."

"I look like the old fat of Jin Province who challenged Yandu Jinwei that year. They're a billing bank."

"! I think it must be Zhang Xun's. Or is it Yuan Kewen's?"

"Yuan Kewen likes to listen to operas, not crickets. ***。」

Gradually, several old men were all fascinated, and the more noisy they became, the more fierce they became, and they were about to fight.

"Open him up and watch it."

"Yes, yes, there must be the mark left by the cricket master in it."

"Open!"

A few masters said that they would open it and immediately start it.

It's just that after the golden coffin was opened, it was empty, and there wasn't even a single cricket feather in sight.

"Tong Shi. Did you take the contents?"

I replied unceremoniously, "Take it."

"Hurry up and take it out."

I said coldly, "Didn't the masters just say that they can't take the test for you?"

"If you take it out, you'll throw in the towel?"

Suddenly, the old man in Tang costume froze in place, and his face was flushed with blood red from eating three catties of Chaotian peppers!

"Stinky boy. You're ruthless."

The old man in Tang costume rubbed his teeth with hatred: "I don't believe it today, I can't find it."

"Seventh. Old Seven. Come here. Come and see."

At my feet, the old man named Lao Qi slowly raised his head, his face was sluggish and trembling, and he called out, "Boss. I can't get by."

The old man in Tang costume rushed over: "What's the going on again?"

Lao Qi cried with a sad face, slowly raised a cricket jar in his hand, and wailed in a voice: "Boss. Quanfu Yongsheng, do you still remember whose name it is?"

"What is the Eternal Victory?"

The old man in Tang costume rushed to Lao Qi, unceremoniously picked up the cricket jar and flipped his wrist to take a look, and suddenly felt like a thunderbolt.

"Clay jar?"

"Blessings and Victory?"

"Who the made this cricket jar? How can you have such a size?"

I stiffened my face and said unceremoniously, "Who."

The cricket jar I made, that's going to ask you."

The old man in Tang costume suddenly shook and looked at me in surprise: "This is the second one?"

I lowered my eyelids and said coldly, "That's right. Here's a hint for you. And the golden coffin came out of this cricket jar."

All of a sudden, the old man in Tang costume turned into a wooden man with big teeth in place.

It's just that his eyes are still rolling, and he just doesn't know what he's thinking?

The old man who was studying the coffin of the cricket over there also discovered the movement here, and collectively ran over to meet the teacher, but in the next second, the seven old men who were victorious and the teacher were all crazy.

A cricket gold coffin knocked down all the old men.

A cricket jar that is full of blessings and eternal victories has trapped all the old men in place.

I didn't speak, I closed the lid of the cricket.

Then he tore off a hair of the old man in Tang costume and inserted it into the gap between the lid of the cricket jar.

The hair was hovering outside the gap between the cover mouth, but it couldn't fit into the gap!

When this scene came out, the old men widened their eyes and opened their mouths, and they gasped one after another.

"It doesn't hurt to get in the slightest."

"This, this, it won't be Wanlizhang, right?"

I ignored a few breathless old men, snatched Tao Bozhen's teacup, filled Quanfu Yongsheng's cricket jar with water, pressed the lid of the cricket jar with flat hands, and gently turned my wrist to turn the cricket jar upside down to the ground.

A magical scene appeared.

Not a drop of water seeped out of the upside-down cricket jar.

Everyone looked stupid at the moment.

"Tightly fitted, not seeping."

"Who the made this cricket jar?"

"Zhao Ziyu didn't do it so well."

Wan Li Zhang and Zhao Ziyu are both the most famous craftsmen in Yandu City who make cricket jars!

At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the cricket jar he made could be used as a refrigerator.

The fresh meat is buried in a cricket jar and taken out for several months to never spoil.

Zhao Ziyu was the king of cricket jar making who was sealed as a god during the Kangxi period.

The cricket jar he made can't get in, it's as warm as jade, and it's a must.

During the Republic of China, the parrots he made were caged, and the highest price was 200 oceans.

This figure is equivalent to most of Mr. Lu Xun's monthly salary.

This level of cricket jar must have come from the hands of Wan Li Zhang and Zhao Ziyu.

Wan Li Zhang and Zhao Ziyu both have their own hall names, that is, signatures.

It's just that no one of the seven old men in front of him dares to confirm whether this cricket jar is Wan Lizhang or Zhao Ziyu's work.

Even if they guessed correctly, I still have that cricket golden coffin waiting for them.

There was a lot of noise at the scene, which attracted countless tourists under the ancient street to look up!

A group of masters who boast of playing the world and have seen all over the world just look at each other like this, their faces full of confusion and their eyes full of vicissitudes.

At five minutes, I said, "Five minutes. Ladies and gentlemen. Hu Xueyan's golden calculations can make me kneel down for a moment, can't you?"

Several old men looked sideways at me, their faces blue and white, and shouted Shut up, don't dream, you are not qualified.

Ten minutes later, I said, "Ten minutes. Which master is just going to send me to the Western Heavens?"

An old man tugged at his chest and screamed, "Don't be a stinky boy."

Next, a group of old men quarreled even louder.

I said indifferently, "Masters, be quiet."

The old man in Tang costume pointed at him angrily and yelled, "Let's talk about your loudly and quietly?"

I closed my eyes and said coldly, "The enthusiastic people below suspect that you have been subjected to domestic violence by your Aniya Emoge Eji and want to jump off the building en masse. I've hit dozens of 110s."

Immediately, the old man in Tang costume went crazy!