Master descends to earth

Chapter 147 The Legendary Childhood Skill

Looking at Su Yuan's movements again, it was extremely relaxed, the soil seemed to be endowed with spirituality in his hands, and it instantly burst into dazzling brilliance, making people addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves.

"it is good!"

Xu Fuxing couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward to pick up a piece of work, studied it carefully, and even raised it above his head to observe the details against the light.

As thin as paper!

As thin as a cicada's wing!

Can't help admiring: "Good craftsmanship!"

As soon as these words came out, several other people also started directly, completely forgetting about the competition, and expressed their appreciation one after another, without any stinginess in their compliments.

"It's so uniform that even the lines are clearly defined?"

"Thin...really thin...certainly no more than one millimeter!"

"Look at me, it's definitely [-], no, it's even thinner!"

All of them are masters. There are only three or four state-level master craftsmen who have spent half their lives playing blank casting. They can tell good from bad at a glance. I can't believe that this kind of craftsmanship is actually done by a young man.

"This..." Mao Zhengcong looked at the bowl in his hand that was not completely dry, and his heart was filled with shock. The most shocking thing was himself.

Since I met Su Yuan last time, I can clearly feel the curiosity and interest of the legendary youngest national craftsman in porcelain.At that time, the reason why they exchanged shallow words and deep words was also because the other party was a master swordsmith. Although they were separated by mountains, their influence was far greater than their own.

I was already very surprised to see Su Yuan in the drawing competition today, and I didn't expect him to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!

It's as if a full-level god-dressed boss came to Novice Village to pretend to be aggressive...

Simply unbearable!

"Fourteen... fifteen... sixteen..."

Before he could speak, Chen Dazhong looked at the works on the stage and muttered to himself, "Seventeen...eighteen...does this exceed the record?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was even more shocked. They stared at [-] blanks and [-] kilograms of mud, but they could pull out [-] bowls!

"Don't mess around, there's one last one!" Suddenly Xu Fuxing whispered: "Everyone, be quiet!"

All eyes focused on Su Yuan's hand again, and saw the last small piece of mud constantly changing at the fingertips, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the fetal wall was getting thinner and thinner.

At this time, Su Yuan seemed to have entered a strange realm, his mind was blank, he had no thoughts, only the wonderful tactile sensation flowing between his hands.

silky,

Like fog,

like water,

Like a cloud!

You can even feel the stars, just like the most precise magnifying glass. Every detail is clear at a glance and you have a plan in mind.

zero nine,
[-],
Zero seven!
His fingers suddenly trembled slightly, as if a dragonfly had touched water, and the antelope hung its horns, his heart suddenly became clear, enlightened, and he finally fully integrated Liuyun's hand.

Slowly stop the turntable, show a smile, gently cut the soles of the feet with a thin line, wipe your hands clean, and stand up.

"This is……"

Several old men hurriedly gathered around, and Mao Zhengcong hurriedly took a fan from the side, approached the plain, and fanned it gently to speed up the drying in the shade.

"Give me a fan!"

"I also want……"

"What are you still doing in a daze? Take a few more!"

Several referees looked confused. Although they didn't know what was going on, several masters spoke up and quickly found some big fans and started to help fan them.

A miraculous scene happened. Under the influence of the wind, the surface of the biscuit that had just started to dry in the shade changed color rapidly, from dark to light, and the water evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

薄，
too thin!
Chen Dazhong's eyes widened, and he had been playing with porcelain for decades, so he naturally understood what it meant.Not only him, everyone present was shocked, witnessing the birth of the new record.

Mao Zhengcong slowly stretched out his hand, carefully picked up the biscuit, and held it up in front of him. The sunlight hit it just right, and the light and shadow flickered, as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent.

With a long sigh, he exclaimed: "The egg curtain cup in the legend is nothing more than this!"

Xu Fuxing took the blank, looked at the smooth mirror-like surface, and said in shock: "The blank has been drawn to such a level that it does not need to be glazed and put into the kiln. It is a work of art in itself!"

As if thinking of something, Chen Dazhong quickly took out a caliper, gently placed it on the edge of the tire wall, and said in surprise, "[-]!"

Two kilograms of mud, nineteen bowls...

The thinnest one is only [-]...

Several referees looked at each other in blank dismay, and then saw that only young people in their 20s were standing with their hands behind their backs. Could it be...

Mao Zhengcong nodded, and said seriously: "That's right, a new drawing record has been born, nineteen bowls, all fake ones!"

After speaking, he looked at Su Yuan and said with a wry smile: "Master Su, which song are you singing?"

"What... a new record was born?"

"The game is not over yet, why..."

"Why? Nineteen bowls were pulled out of four catties of mud. Even Master Mao admitted it himself. Are you blind?"

"When did such an awesome person appear in our Longquan? Wait, why do I look familiar..."

"Master Su...could it be..."

"Su Yuan! The strongest swordsmith in history, my idol!"

Accompanied by the commotion, two to three hundred people gathered at the venue, and soon someone recognized Su Yuan, instantly detonating the arena.

"The game is not over yet, go back!" Xu Fuxing loudly maintained order, pulled Su Yuan and said in a low voice: "How about we chat in another place?"

"Congratulations to the host, completing the task!"

"Gain a new skill - Linglong Knife, please explore it yourself."

"New task: revive the legendary reputation of Linglong Porcelain, which has been recognized by everyone."

Su Yuan was overjoyed, he didn't expect to complete the task so quickly, followed a few old men to leave the arena, and came to a nearby teahouse, just sat down with a few pairs of eyes and wished he could directly dissect his own research.

I can only say an excuse that I have thought of long ago: "Although I like swords, porcelain craftsmanship is a family tradition."

Everyone suddenly realized that this was the case. Mao Zhengcong took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "The old saying goes that every line is like a mountain. It seems that there are exceptions!"

Su Yuan personally poured tea for the old men. They were all seniors. It was regarded as a meeting gift. He raised the teacup and said with a smile: "Actually, the reason why I chose Longquan back then was to forge swords and realize my many years of dreams."

"The second is to learn celadon. Throwing is considered a boy's skill. I have practiced it since I was a child, so I am not unfamiliar with it."

Mao Zhengcong rolled his eyes and scolded with a smile: "Is this not unfamiliar? Just pull it to [-], you are going to heaven!"

Everyone laughed, Xu Fuxing put down his teacup, and joked: "Good guy, even if it's us old men, it's considered luck to be able to pull it to [-] with a good hand, and it's barely [-] with a knife."

"Then the clear glaze is applied, and finally a large kiln is filled. If two pieces of plum green and pink green can be fired, it must be considered high incense!"

Su Yuan raised his teacup again, and said humbly: "That's why I came to Longquan to study. Blank casting is just the first step. Blank repair, glazing, kiln firing, each step is extensive and profound, and I will invite a few seniors to give me some advice."

(End of this chapter)