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Seeing the power that surpassed that of the Grand Master, Fan Xian did not remain ignorant, but chose to stand firmly with someone.

Returning to the living room, I spoke to him in one mouthful and heard it sound so cordial to the tilapia ears that it was so cordial that it gave me goosebumps all over my body.

"You little bastard, it's almost done, don't push yourself too far." Tilapia laughed and scolded him angrily, and sent him away.

Fan Xian asked when he planned to rebel. Someone smiled and did not give an accurate time.

After leaving Yashe, the flattering smile on Fan Xian's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemn look.

He hugged his thighs and hugged his thighs. He saw a power far beyond common sense. If he didn't pee in fear, it was considered that his mental quality was not bad.

"Tilapia..., Immortal...?" Fan Xian jumped on the Earl's Mansion carriage, feeling anxious in his heart: "Relying on the throne obtained by pure force, Tilapia can really become a wise king, and he is really willing to give up.

Are people equal?”

With a smile on his face, he never really believed in the other person since he learned that he was not the real time traveler, but Tilapia was.

But what if you don’t believe it?

Having seen the force of Tilapia, and holding the firearm in hand, I must hold on tight for myself and my family.

Putting aside everything else, even if you ignore Tilapia's military power, with the modern technologies and portals he has mastered, even if he has Uncle Wu Zhu, he doesn't dare to offend him.

Can be defeated, but cannot be killed, haha, the sniper rifle in someone's hand will become an eternal nightmare.

Having family is the biggest constraint.

Instead of risking the life of the whole family in a tit-for-tat confrontation, after seeing the power today, it would be easier to hug someone's lap. Anyway, I didn't want to be an emperor.

A few days later, Fan Xian officially went to Northern Qi as envoy.

Thinking of Emperor Qing's plan, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Old Bideng, thank you for your confidence in calculating everything. I didn't expect that someone is watching all your calculations as a monkey show!" Thinking of Tilapia in the dark, Fan Xian suddenly didn't hate Emperor Qing so much.

Since that person wants to watch the show, while verifying it himself, he should cooperate well and make others enjoy the show.

You didn't ask me to inquire about the temple for you, I'll inquire about it for you.

You didn't ask me to help you grind your son, I will grind it for you.

If you use your son as a knife or a whetstone, I will do whatever it takes for you.

Feeling furious, Fan Xian acted as if he didn't know the plot at all along the way.

As the plot unfolds and Sean's actions match up with the memories in his mind, Fan Xian has completely believed that Tilapia is a time traveler.

He can investigate the secret through other channels, but there is no way to know in advance what will happen in the future, or what specific words a certain person said.

Fan Xian deliberately cooperated. On the way to Beiqi, his experiences along the way were just like the original novel.

It was thousands of miles from Kyoto to Shangjing, and the mission had a very difficult journey.

When he came to the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he encountered even more abuse from the people in Beijing.

"That's right, it's all right."

Looking at Fan Xian, Wang Qinian, and Gao Da, who not only was not affected by the abuse, but actually smiled, they all looked confused.

I just thought, "Master Xiao Fan may be seriously ill.

I was chased, blocked, and faced with all kinds of difficulties, but how could you still act so happy?"

The two of them don't know that the more verifications they get, the more confident Fan Xian will be and he will naturally be happy.

Fan Xian arrived in Beijing, what was someone doing at this time?

hehe.

Watching a show, of course.

Rebellion is a trivial matter, making yourself happy is the most important thing.

Everyone has lived forever. If you are unhappy because of your work, then what is the point of living forever?

Playing chess every day and teasing the little maid, my days were full of fun.

Fan Xian set out for Beijing, where someone found a new hobby for him, making porcelain.

Idle time is also idle, people have to do something they like.

He has no other abilities. He has read a huge amount of books, so he knows how to make ceramics.

The craftsman helped build the furnace, and someone began to select the appropriate clay and draw the embryo.

He chose high white clay. The initial challenge was not a work of art, but the most ordinary small bowl.

Practice, of course, from simple to complex, step by step.

Pulling the embryo may seem simple, but in fact it is not difficult for someone's hands.

Soon, small bowls marked with numbers one after another took shape.

Stretch, dry, trim, bah, because it was the first time I tried it, someone didn't think it was too delicate, so I didn't trim it at all.

Bisque, glazed, fired.

Then...someone with a dark face recalled the firing process and what he had learned.

"Damn it, what a damn thing."

Some common problems encountered in porcelain firing, one person said, he almost encountered them all.

Ye Ruoyi covered her mouth and chuckled, looking at the unqualified small bowls one by one, and silently hid a few when someone wasn't paying attention.

Well, I will go back and share my debut novel with my sisters, it will definitely be very popular.

Some people haven't noticed that some of their works are missing.

Because of this, Yin Luoxia will often laugh at her one day in the future.

Firing porcelain, even if he masters countless theories and uses ancient methods, still requires countless accumulation of experience.

Just like when I learned to fry tea, my brain said I had learned it, but my body said I had failed.

Someone decided to try a few more times before Fan Xian came back.

As for whether it can be successful or not, it depends on people and God. The main thing is to have fun.

Seeing someone restarting the embryonic process, she was bored and Ye Ruoyi also joined the embryonic process.

Different from someone else, but still in the learning stage, the small bowls made by Ye Ruoyi are very beautiful and delicate.

Especially after drying, I trimmed the pattern carefully.

The girl's ingenuity, especially steady hands, and powerful computing power make the small bowls she creates can be compared to works of art.

"Bah, does the craftsmanship need to be so finely carved?" Jealousy makes people ugly, and someone's ugly face can be seen at a glance.

During the biscuit cooking process, the most exquisite small bowl was broken into pieces with great care. Sister Ruoyi couldn't help but laugh or cry. She once again saw the childish side of her cheap master. "This is a work of practice, what do you think, master?"

"Sorry, my hands are slippery." Someone was expressionless and didn't even bother to explain.

Ye Ruoyi smiled, secretly recorded, and decided to go back and share today's experience with her little sisters.

Temperature is a technical task, especially when it is fired in the ancient way without modern equipment.

Both of them are novices, and they don't want to cheat, so the result is very embarrassing.

News of Fan Xian's death spread throughout Yashe. Someone was stunned that a quality product was not fired.

It's either a problem with the glaze or a problem with the heat. I'm sorry for the high white clay that someone specially found.

"It's too difficult to make porcelain."

The whole person was slumped on the recliner, and someone was like a puddle of mud that couldn't reach the wall.

"How about...you take the time to find a professional to get some advice?" Ye Ruoyi suggested kindly while standing behind a recliner and gently pressing the person's temples.

Without the guidance of professionals, she felt a little embarrassed just by trying a little bit based on theory.

It’s not that you can’t succeed, but it takes too much time to accumulate experience.

Firing porcelain is a long process. Like in the TV series, white porcelain is fired in one day. It can only be said that the screenwriter is crazy.

Not to mention that just drying takes a long time, even the final step of firing does not end in just one night.

As long as the screenwriter has some common sense, he will not let the heroine produce a qualified white porcelain in one day.

Let alone firing porcelain, firing pottery is not that fast.

When the news of Fan Xian's death came back to Kyoto, naturally some people were happy and some were sad.

Um.

Others seize business opportunities and make a small fortune.

Xiao Fan Shixian's collection of poems became very popular in Kyoto and spread to surrounding cities.

The living poetry fairy and the dead poetry fairy are two completely different values.

Just like a painter.

The value of the same painting is not at the same level while alive and after death.

Alas!
Chapter completed!