Master descends to earth

Chapter 146

Naturally, Su Yuan couldn't hear the conversations of several old artists, so he was placed in the back corner, washed his hands, looked at a large piece of porcelain clay in front of him, and took a deep breath. Today is very important and the key to completing the task.

Hao Nineteen's Egg Curtain Cup is only half the size of an egg and as thin as a cicada's wing, so the weight can reach the limit.Now it is stipulated that a small bowl with a diameter of 150 centimeters should weigh about [-] grams if the casting does not exceed [-] millimeters.

In other words, with a 100% yield rate for general masters, at least [-] can be pulled. Mao Zhengcong's peak state was [-], although it seems that there are only three more, and the difficulty is very different.

Just like in a [-]-meter race, the passing mark is to be able to run within [-] seconds, and every improvement of a few tenths in the future will be difficult to reach the sky. Hard work, talent, and even luck are indispensable.

After checking all the players, the referee returned to the rostrum, loudly announced the start of the game, and counted down the time.Everyone acted immediately, dug a piece of mud with bamboo knives, put it on the manual turntable, and started to pull the billet.

Su Yuan dug up a small piece of mud, put it on the turntable, exerted force under his feet, and spun it quickly.The hands are constantly changing, and the mud seems to have life, and it takes shape instantly like magic, flowing like clouds and flowing water, heartily.

"Huh?" Mao Zhengcong suddenly saw a familiar figure and was a little surprised. He stood up and took a few steps forward, saying with an incredulous look on his face: "Why is he here!"

"Old Mao, do you have any acquaintances?" Seeing that Mao Zhengcong's state was not right, Xu Fuxing asked curiously, "Could it be someone pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

Mao Zhengcong frowned, looked carefully at the figure in the distance, and said in confusion: "You should have heard of this person, the most influential person in Longquan, the idol of all young people."

"Idol?" Several old artists looked at each other, Xu Fuxing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and blurted out: "Could it be Su Yuan?"

"Su Yuan? That master swordsmith?"

"I heard that he is the youngest national master craftsman in history. He even challenged the Guinness Book of Records. He is a talented swordsmith."

"No way? How could he come to participate in the drawing competition with a sword player?"

"That's right, Lao Mao, are you dazzled?"

Several old men all stood up and came to Mao Zhengcong's side, talking about it.Mao Zhengcong glared and said angrily: "I'm not blind yet. I met Su Yuan a few days ago. Can you admit your mistake?"

Pointing to the corner with his hand, he whispered: "He is Su Yuan, the youngest craft master!"

"real or fake……"

"No way……"

Everyone looked at each other, looking at the tall and straight figure in the distance, even Xu Fuxing felt incredible, and said in surprise: "It's really Su Yuan?"

Mao Zhengcong curled his lips and said dissatisfied: "Nonsense, how can you still cheat when people are here? Even if they play with swords, they are not necessarily amateurs when it comes to porcelain!"

Thinking of the scene when we met, I can feel that Su Yuan has a special feeling for porcelain, otherwise he would not have specially asked Jin Laosan to make a match, and even bought good porcelain clay. I didn't expect that today...

"Hmph, it's just a joke!" A black-faced old man next to him snorted coldly, and said with disdain: "A blacksmith actually came to participate in the casting competition? Could it be that he is bullying our celadon who have no successors?"

Mao Zhengcong knew who the other party was without looking back, and retorted: "I don't like to hear what Lao Chen said. He is an upright national craftsman. He is only 25 six this year. What are you doing when you are 25 six?"

"I..." Chen Dazhong was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect Mao Zhengcong to speak for a little guy. Looking at the half-smile expressions of the others, he said helplessly, "I didn't mean that. Su Yuan definitely deserves his reputation for playing swords, but now it's La Bill, is it nonsense that lines are separated like mountains?"

Others nodded after hearing this, Xu Fuxing smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, maybe they are just here for fun. Who says that the master swordsmith can't like celadon?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere instantly eased. Mao Zhengcong suddenly realized, shook his head and said: "It really is the legendary Judge Su, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and it comes directly to the difficult level, amazing!"

Everyone laughed, returned to their seats, chatted while drinking tea, and the topic focused on Su Yuan.They were very curious about the sword-making genius who turned out to be born, and they all inquired about the inside story.

"Good guy, hearing you say that even the little devil is convinced by Su Yuan?"

After hearing Mao Zhengcong's introduction, Xu Fuxing was taken aback. Not only him, but others were also incredulous. Unexpectedly, Su Yuan's influence has radiated to the whole world!

"Not only the little devil, but even the old man is astonished." Mao Zhengcong took a sip of tea and said seriously: "I also learned about it through someone else's introduction, and even watched the video of him challenging Guinness with my own eyes. It's incredible!"

"Then I went to the island country and participated in the kendo competition. I cut off five or six famous national treasure swords in a row, and finally became the champion. My works became popular all over the world. Just one of them easily surpassed a million dollars!"

Awesome!
A thought flashed through everyone's minds, and when they looked at the young figure in the distance, they immediately looked up at the mountain, and their admiration was like a surging river, endless...

"Millions of dollars..." Xu Fuxing took a deep breath, suppressed the shock, and said after a long time: "There is no one under the name, the youngest master craftsman in history, he deserves his name!"

Mao Zhengcong looked at the old men and felt very proud. The more he knew Su Yuan, the more he felt unfathomable.Although they are not of the same category, the principles lead to the same goal by different routes, and it is definitely the highest level to make the picky little devil fall to the ground.

Suddenly Chen Dazhong stood up and walked directly off the stage. Mao Zhengcong quickly grabbed him and stopped him: "What are you going to do?"

Chen Dazhong glared, dissatisfied: "Let go of me, can't we, the referees, patrol around?"

The others were stunned, and at the same time showed a smirk, Mao Zhengcong gave a thumbs up and said: "Well, you are still a cunning old man, go, go and have a look!"

Several people stepped off the stage one after another and began to patrol. They seemed to be acting independently, but they all gathered in one place, slowly approaching Su Yuan's position.

Chen Dazhong was the first to come nearby, looked at Su Yuan's energetic face, and secretly praised him.Looking at the movements again, I was stunned for a moment.

"This is……"

"So fast..."

Xu Fuxing was the second to come to the side. He was also very curious about Su Yuan, and immediately widened his eyes, showing shock, and muttered to himself: "Floating clouds and flowing water...lifting weight as lightly..."

"how is this possible!"

Mao Zhengcong also came behind Su Yuan, deliberately not wanting to disturb the other person's work. He took a first look at the works placed next to him and was surprised. There were more than a dozen of them?
"Eight...nine...ten...eleven!"

Less than a third of the time has passed, and eleven bowls have been pulled out?

(End of this chapter)