This is indeed terrifying enough.

Hu Sanmi is not only the only one who can understand the mechanism in the world. No matter how famous he is in the world, no one will put his eyes on it to understand the mechanism.

Others dare not violate such old rules easily, and no one knows that Hu Sanmio has any special means to destroy others' tricks. But if you make a mistake, they will definitely have the ability to keep you.

I took a sip of tea and thought about it.

Either I have 100% confidence to identify it, or I don’t even look at the Sanbing Yellow Flower Oil Peach Wood Plank.

After reading it, if you don’t dare to open the dial, it is like you are insulting yourself.

No appraiser in the world dares to be sure that his eyesight can see through the treasures of the world.

Sister Jiuer can't do it either.

Today is a waste of time.

I was about to say goodbye.

But Hu Sanmi stopped me and looked at the watch: "Young man, don't rush to make a decision. If you have nothing to do, please drink tea with the old man for half an hour. It has been a long time since the old man has amazing skills, honest words, and can hold on to his heart."

After the talk, he took the tea jar on the tea table and turned around and entered the room.

When he came out, he held three cans of tea in his hand and said to me: "Dahongpao, fried green and green bricks before the Ming Dynasty are all treasures of the old man. Which one do you want to drink?"

When I remembered Lu Cenyin, I liked drinking blue brick tea, so I replied: "Blue brick."

When Hu Sanmio heard this, he nodded and began to soak in the blue bricks.

We were drinking tea and started chatting one after another.

Hu Sanmio's speech is very similar to a wise elder. Even when it comes to thrilling things like picking other people's tricks, it gives people a sense of gentle breeze and drizzle.

However, during the chat, I found that he would rub his right leg from time to time and frowned slightly.

There was chatting around and I asked, "Ask Mr. Hu, are there any hidden diseases on your right leg?"

When Hu Sanmio heard this, he was stunned. He took a sip of tea and asked, "How did you judge it?"

I said, "When Mr. Hu walked, although his steps were consistent, the sound of his right foot placing on the ground was obviously heavier."

Hu Sanmio asked, "Just this?"

I shook my head: "Of course not, I can't judge it based on this. But I just saw Mr. Hu dialing wood flowers. Normally, whether it is a chef or a carpenter, he usually puts his left leg on his left leg, which is caused by the gravity of the northern hemisphere."

"This has been done all year round. The strength of the left leg is thicker, the muscles and bones become stronger, and the center of gravity on the ground is also concentrated on the left leg. The sound of the left leg will definitely be heavier than the right leg, but Mr. Hu did the opposite, which can only prove that Mr. Hu's right leg is a prosthetic."

Hu Sanmio smiled for the first time.

He gave me a thumbs up: "Extraordinary hearing, extreme observation, and accurate judgment."

After the talk is finished.

He rolled up his right leg's trouser legs.

Prosthetics are indeed true.

But it is not the rubber prosthesis of the hospital, but is made of willow wood. There is an activity mechanism in the middle, which looks very flexible and almost the same as that of ordinary people.

The skill is astonishing.

Hu Sanmio put down his trouser legs and opened up his conversation.

"This prosthetic limb was made by my master. It has been with me for ten years, and you are the first to see it."

"Hey... I was in my forties ten years ago and learned craftsmanship. I felt that I was better than my master than my master. I could unlock the machine everywhere, which was also known as "Hu Sanmi". At that time, I thought that all the organs in the world would be broken by my hands, and I was arrogant and arrogant."

"My master's warning to me was completely useless. Until one day, I was taken to someone else's words and was forcibly removed by someone. Fortunately, I escaped my life and crawled back. When my master saw this, he shook his head and sighed, and made a prosthetic limb for me."

"From then on, until my master died, he did not say a word to me except to tell me the rules that only by revealing the name in the yellow flower oil pear wood tiles can I take action again. This matter has become a pain in the old man's heart. What a pity... no one has solved it until now."

I see.

But my mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Antiques are not about playing with ancients, but about playing with people.

This sentence suddenly emerged again.

Hu Sanmiao was famous in the world and later suffered such a painful lesson. Before his death, the old man Huxin set such a rule for him, which led to him being unable to solve the problem for ten years. Could it be that the old man Huxin was worried that he would have another accident and deliberately trying to hurt his character?

Shavings are both heart-shaving.

The rules set by the old man in Huxin are not the mechanism, but Hu Sanmi.

Judging from Hu Sanmi's mentality that he can grind a needle with an iron rod, even if he takes action to solve the mechanism, the previous thing would not have happened, and it was considered a success to dig in mind.

If this guess is correct, the three yellow flowers next to it have pear wood planks, so they must not be judged by conventional identification methods.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Hu Sanmio said, "Little brother, I have drunk tea and talked about the old man. Today, the old man is very happy."

"But if you ask me to resolve the mechanism, the teacher's orders must not be violated, and the rules must be followed."

"The old man suggests, you should ask Gao Ming for another one."

I replied, "Master Hu, let me take a look at the three wooden planks first."

Hu Sanmi nodded: "It's OK to see if the scatter is OK, but you must not open the scatter, otherwise it will be difficult for the old man to do it."

He was worried that if I made a mistake, I would be able to slap my tricks.

I replied: "Thank you Mr. Hu to remind me!"

After the talk is finished.

I went directly to the three yellow pear wood planers, picked up the planer, and watched carefully.

The three-handled wood planer is the same material, and it is heavy and round, with oily shimmering. There is no difference between planer, handle and handle.

When I looked at the blade below, it was exactly the same.

I even placed it on the flat place and compared the height of the three yellow oil pear wood planer handles. Although they have been repeatedly planing wood for ten years, because Hu Sanshe is so evenly used in one day, there is no difference in the height of the handle.

These are three planer knives that are completely indistinguishable from conventional identification methods.

It can be said.

If you don’t open the planing knife, with your naked eyes alone, it is almost impossible for the appraiser in the world to identify which blade is hidden in the four words “Old Man in the Heart of the Lake”.

This is an unsolvable problem.

Suddenly.

I suddenly realized.

Hu Sanmio asked from the side: "Little brother, have you seen the clue?"

I replied, "I can see it."

Hu Sanmio did not show any surprise at all at my words, but just asked lightly: "Which handle is true?"

The reason why he looked so calm was definitely that many people had said that he could see it before and explained a lot of reasons for identification, but in the end no one dared to use a planer to verify it.

In Hu Sanmio's heart, he thought I was the same as them.

I replied, "The planer in the middle is true."

Hu Sanmio raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Oh?"
Chapter completed!