The old lady Zhou was half joking: "Xinmai, if the old man loses money, you will be responsible. After all, the old man chose this one after listening to your suggestions."

Nalan Xiner smiled playfully: "No problem, I will pay if I lose money!"

That is called a heroic dry cloud.

As soon as Nalan Xin'er's sweet and charming voice fell, a lot of discussion immediately sounded around.

Some were envious of Nalan Xin'er's relationship with Grandpa Zhou, some were jealous that Nalan Xin'er could joke with Grandpa Zhou, and some were surprised that Nalan Xin'er knew how to pick stones.

Of course, there was even more Lan Zhi's bitter eyes, lingering.

After hearing that Old Lady Zhou’s stone was suggested by Nalan Xin’er for him, Lan Zhirou cursed desperately in her heart: “Black! It’s best to have black inside! Hmph, there is no dark jade scum. !"

I don’t know if Lan Zhirou’s curse has worked. Since opening a small skylight, the machine continues to grind, and the stone is getting darker...

This situation is really rare.

Anyway, it's old pit wool, even if there are black evil strands, it won't be so much, right?

The watermelon-sized stone has been cut almost in half, and it's all black...

But Nalan Xin'er stood still, calmly watching, with a relaxed expression on her face, without any regrets, regrets or disappointments.

Some people who want to see a joke, seeing her expression, find it unpredictable.

Even the appraiser shook his head and said, "Master, you look so dark..."

The implication is that there is no need to continue cutting.

Nalan Xin'er smiled sweetly: "Since it's a gambling on luck, you have to bet to the end. It won't take much effort to make another cut. Go on!"

Although she was young, the self-confidence in her tone made people dare not underestimate her. The appraiser shook her hand for no reason, agreed with a "yes", and continued to cut.

After cutting and cutting, he realized how he was directed by a little girl just now?

He obviously should seek the advice of his master, Mrs. Zhou.

A glimpse from the corner of his eye, he noticed that Grandpa Zhou gave Nalan Xin'er an approving look and said, "Perseverance, it is my heart."

The appraiser quickly retracted his sight and cut the stone seriously.

This little girl is obviously a guest of Mrs. Zhou, distinguished guest!

He can't be sloppy.

As the cut surface gradually grew larger, the person who had laughed at the black dreadlocks before gradually closed his mouth.

Then it was everyone's eyes that widened.

Some people even blinked and blinked, reaching out and rubbing their eyes, for fear that they might be wrong—

The black gradually became thick as ink, but smooth as jade.

Inside the stone core, the deep ink color is splashed arbitrarily, but the surrounding is crystal clear ice jade, the whole stone core is like ink flowers floating on the ice, what a splash ink landscape painting!

Most people at the scene had never seen such an incredible jade!

what is this?

It is an ice seed and not like an ice seed. Where does the black jade come from?

At this moment everyone knows that it is not an evil knot, but what is its origin and what is it famous.

Must have an extraordinary origin, right?

Everyone looked at the appraiser together.

The appraiser was already excited and speechless.

This jade is really rare!

The moist black and the emerald colors of the ice species are so cleverly distributed, just like the splash ink patterns drawn by the gods. This is very rare, and only once produced in an old pit mine in Myanmar——

Black ice!

It is also vividly called in the trade, ink painting is a kind of jade.

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