Except for Xu Wen, the people here all grew up listening to the legend of Tiangong, and when they heard Wu Keming's words, everyone gasped and fell silent together.

Xu Wen was a little calmer.

If you want to say it, he actually knows what Tiangong is, for him, the strength of Tiangong is secondary, and the most interesting point of the legend is that when Tiangong dies, all the craftsmen in the world will feel it at the same time and know about it.

So far, he has not seen any special abilities in this world, in general, this place seems to be a normal ancient time, although it is not the same as the history he knows, but there is nothing too special other than that, no one can move mountains and reclaim the sea, everything has to be done by their hands.

The only thing that is incredible should be this heavenly workmanship.

And this legend still seems to be true.

Now everyone knows that the world is half a step in heaven, precisely because more than seven years ago, many people inexplicably sensed this matter.

It is said that the induction at that time stopped halfway, and the vision that should have appeared later did not appear, so many people speculated that he failed to be promoted, and finally disappeared.

It was hard for Xu Wen to imagine what it was like, so he also felt extremely curious about this half-step heavenly craftsman.

Now that he heard that he was Wu Keming's friend, he immediately looked over and asked, "Where is this master now?"

Jiang Wangfeng and others also looked at Wu Keming expectantly, excited and excited.

There is no craftsman who doesn't want to see "that person", Wu Keming is not surprised, shook his head and said: "The last time I saw him was ten years ago, and we got along for a while. Soon after, he was lost and I still don't know where he is. ”

"Eight years ago, ah......" Everyone was disappointed, and Xu Wen noticed, "Ten years ago, wasn't he still promoted at that time?"

"Yes. Wu Keming nodded, "But at that time, he was already a miracle skill, not to see it with my own eyes, and I can't imagine that there is such a miracle skill in the world." ”

Wu Keming said very vaguely, but everyone showed a yearning expression for a moment.

"Can you give an example?" Jiang Wangfeng hurriedly asked.

Wu Keming thought for a moment, nodded, and took out a small square box the size of a palm from his arms.

He opened the box, took out a cylinder from it, and took out another cloth bag.

Both the cylinder and the cloth bag can be seen to be a little old, and there are traces of carrying, but they are all very well preserved.

It can be seen that Wu Keming almost takes care of it.

He opened the cylinder, took out a roll of paper from it, unfolded it and handed it to Jiang Wangfeng. Xu Wen can see clearly on the side, this is a small painting that has not been framed, the painting paper is a little rough, not a good paper, the ink color is also a little light, not a good ink, and even the painting style is a little casual, as if it is casual between talking and laughing.

But it is this kind of paper and ink penmanship that allows Xu Wen to see what a real master is.

With a few strokes, he sketched the scene of a family of three clinging to each other under the tree.

The husband, holding on to the trunk of a tree, looked fondly at the child who was playing not far away, who was concentrating on something that looked like he was carving a wooden boat with a knife.

Under the tree sat his wife, the mother of the child. She was gently pulling her hair with one hand. Her long hair was blowing in the wind, obscuring her face, so that she could not see her face clearly, and could only see that her gaze did not stop at her own child, but looked into the distance.

This painting is painted very casually, and the three of them did not carefully outline their faces, but the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere is vividly outlined, and people can't help but smile when they see it.

"It's so good!" Jiang Wangfeng's appreciation ability is not weak, and he immediately praised it, "This is the work of that half-step heavenly worker? I really didn't expect that his calligraphy and painting are so amazing!"

“...... Here's what I painted. Wu Keming was silent for a while, and said quietly.

Awkward silence.

"It's so well drawn! It's really worthy of Master Wu!" Jiang Wangfeng stiffly replied.

"Eight years ago, I was a nobody. Wu Keming laughed self-deprecatingly, "At that time, my paintings couldn't be sold, let alone sold at the selling price." Wu Keming is truly nameless. ”

As he spoke, he untied the bag and took out its contents.

It was only the size of a walnut, and Xu Wen didn't see what it was at first glance.

It wasn't until it fell into Jiang Wangfeng's hands that he saw clearly that it was a wood carving, and the carved scene was exactly the scene on the painting!

Wu Keming's painting is a bit freehand, the painting style is simple, and it is more expressive than painted.

It is hard for Xu Wen to imagine how such a painting would be transformed into a wood carving.

But when he saw this, he knew.

With a few knives, the picture was restored on the wood, and the expressiveness was even better!

Looking at this wood carving, Xu Wen can almost feel the touch of the wind, and can feel everyone's different feelings and moods!

When he saw Wu Keming's painting, he, like Jiang Wangfeng, also felt that it was an absolute masterpiece, but now that he saw this small wood carving, he clearly felt the difference.

And obviously, it's not that Wu Keming can't paint, it's that this wood carving is really too strong!

"But when I saw the carving, I knew why I had no name. Wu Keming said self-deprecatingly, "It's very simple, I can't draw, it's still far away!"

"But this painting is already very good?" Jiang Wangfeng looked left and right, and said sincerely.

"But how does it compare to this wood carving?" Wu Keming asked.

Jiang Wangfeng stopped talking.

"And you know, this painting was a whim, but it was the pinnacle of my breakthrough at the time. And this wood carving is just a game made by the man after seeing my painting. After carving, he didn't seem to be satisfied, and threw it to the child as a toy. I was shocked and exchanged something else for the child. Wu Keming's tone was a little ethereal, but everyone was silent when he heard it.

That's a big difference!

A toy for your child?

Everyone looked at the things in Jiang Wangfeng's hands together, completely speechless.

Is it really that terrible?

"Child, is the painting of Half-Step Tiangong and his family?"

"This woman is his wife?"

"Is this child a boy or a girl?"

A moment later, a group of people were babbling questions, and Xu Wen was also asking.

Hearing his question, everyone was a little confused at first, and then suddenly realized one by one.

"Ten years ago, this kid was still a teenager, about the same age as us. If it's a boy, isn't that a heavenly heir?"

"Don't you see he's carving wood?

Xu Wen didn't speak, just stared at Wu Keming.

Wu Keming didn't speak immediately, he frowned and recalled, shook his head and said, "I'm not sure about this." The child is too young to see male or female. She looks pretty good, like a little girl. But look at his father's attitude towards him...... I think it's still a boy. ”

He thought about it again, nodded, and affirmed his words.

Xu Wen's expression was a little strange, as if he was a little disappointed, but it didn't seem to be.

He thought for a moment and asked, "How did you meet?"

"How do you know?" Wu Keming grinned, smiling strangely and proudly, "Of course it's because I lied to them!"