Table?

Wristwatch?

Could it be that this Young Master Lu is really angry and scolds him around the corner?

Hey, he's got a temper tantrum!

Zhao Chongshan was brewing a scolding without dirty words, but he heard Lu Da say calmly: "Time, in this competition, the topic is time." ”

Time?

Everyone was stunned.

vaguely remembers that Lu Zi'an once made similar incomprehensible works.

This...... What kind of love, time, years, or something, it's too ethereal.

I can't see or touch it, and no matter how I depict it, I feel like something is missing.

This is also the topic of Lu Da who is sure that he can gain the upper hand, although such an act is shameless in the end, but if he doesn't do this, if he really loses to this hairy boy today, how can he save face?

Feeling Zhao Chongshan's sharp gaze, Lu Da opened the toolbox as if nothing had happened.

"That's fine. Unexpectedly, Zhao Chongshan did not refuse, nodded happily, but put forward another request: "According to the rules, once our post is handed out, the success of the challenge must be returned." ”

“…… Of course. Lu Da's face was as gloomy as water, his hand was still on the toolbox, but his face slowly turned around, staring at him word by word: "If you lose, the post will stay in my Lu family." ”

Hey, this is good!

Zhao Chongshan didn't have any emotions like fear and nervousness as they imagined, and beckoned to Fang Yi happily: "Senior brother, get ready!"

This action is really hopelessly arrogant.

What else does this kid have to do?

Lu Da held his breath in his heart, and his tongue licked on the back molars hatefully.

Originally, he planned to stop Zhao Chongshan from losing too ugly, but now he has changed his mind!

If this guy loses, he'll definitely post this post on the door!

If there is a little wolf cub who doesn't have long eyes and dares to come to the door to bite someone, this is the end!

"Alright, let's get started. Master Lu said at the right time: "Eat well." ”

The three little disciples lost, and he didn't care.

But what he knew very well was that his son could not lose.

Especially when Zhao Chongshan agreed to this topic, Lu Da was almost invincible.

With such a relaxed mood, Master Lu comfortably picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly.

Well, good tea.

I have to say that Lu Da still has some skills in the end.

The three apprentices accepted are actually usually good, but unfortunately they will be beaten to the ground when they encounter a person like Zhao Chongshan who does not play cards according to common sense.

But without exception, they are all very solid in terms of basic skills.

As their master, Lu Da's basic skills are exquisite, which Zhao Chongshan cannot match.

A piece of wood stuck softly to the palm of his hand, meekly letting him pinch it round and flatten.

Each time the knife falls, it cuts off a thin and uniform thickness of wood chips.

After every five pieces, the knife pauses slightly.

The falling sawdust swirls slightly, stacking into a five-petaled plum blossom.

The end is crystal clear, small and cute.

This move is Lu Da's famous stunt, and he has been highly respected by many masters with this hand.

Although he has not yet reached the qualifications and failed to obtain the title of master, he is also well-known in the industry.

"Mei Dongjun" is his nickname in the industry, and it is because of this stunt that he is called "a sudden start, a hundred flowers are spring".

Although Zhao Chongshan deliberately acted impulsive and brainless, he still made solid preparations before coming.

The so-called Mei Dongjun is actually from the poem "Plum Blossoms".

The sparse skill is thin and thin, and the small calyx is pearlescent. One flower suddenly strikes, and all flowers are spring.

If you want to spread the spring message, you are not afraid of being buried in the snow. The jade flute is resting three lanes, and Dongjun is advocating.

The corners of Zhao Chongshan's lips pursed a faint smile, and the carving knife in his hand flew without the slightest pause.

Hmph, after today, what is Mei Dongjun, let's change my name!

Well, it's pretty good to be called Luo Hongjun!

Full of cranky thoughts, when the surface of the wood was stripped away, he smiled thoroughly and took it seriously.

Along the grain of the wood, slowly sink the carving knife to half a millimeter.

Circle by ring, slowly drawn.

Very few people do this from the heart of the tree, and it is common to cut the heart of the tree with materials from other places.

But Zhao Chongshan chose this piece of wood with complete annual rings.

First the oval body, then the handle, and then the delicate lid that is slowly rotated with the tip of the knife to pull off.

Yes, it's a teapot.

There are no patterns in the whole body, and the pattern of the wood itself is purely displayed.

The texture rises and falls, as if the wood is breathing.

The blade is lightly picked, and then the spout is hollowed out with a small file.

The body of the pot is polished very thin, but the knife is like flying, without a little burr.

A small wooden teapot is very exquisitely made.

[Oh my God, it's so small, I like it so much!]

[I feel that Master Lu's apprentices have their own strengths, it's really amazing.] 】

[Girl, your bones are wonderful, have you tried each one, which one is long?]

【...... I want this dictionary! What is this dictionary for!]

In the midst of all the shouting, there are also people who are more knowledgeable.

[It seems simple, but this hand is clearly the skill of jade carving......]

[I didn't expect a little disciple to be able to perfectly integrate jade carving and wood carving, and my Chinese inheritance is hopeful!]

In an instant, all the barrages in the live broadcast room suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, people realized that they had patronized the competition itself, forgetting the age of the participants.

Everyone silently looked at the three small teacups on the table, and then looked at Zhao Chongshan's obviously immature side face.

Although the sword eyebrows are thick, they still have three points of childishness.

He's about, seventeen, eighteen?

is so young, but has such courage to dare to single-handedly challenge the three seniors, and at this time, he directly faced Mei Dongjun, who was several times his age and experience.

Talent, courage, and vitality that belongs only to young people, he has them!

At this moment, many people sat up straight in silence.

A wave of pride arises spontaneously!

With such a young person, why worry about the fault line of my traditional Chinese culture!

Someone couldn't help but think about it and muttered: "And this Zhao Chongshan seems to have never heard of it before......"

"It seems to be...... Among Master Lu's twenty-four apprentices, the inconspicuous one ......"

Everyone was shocked to come to this conclusion.

Their usual competitions are all tall among the short ones.

Although it is barely passable, there are really few works that have been made.

But the little boy in front of him is not only skilled, but also has a very ingenious grasp of the artistic conception......

If the Lu family can win this challenge, I am afraid that there will be one more amazing genius in the industry.

[But it's not an easy thing for him to win Mei Dongjun......]

[I just don't know what special thing he has to say about this teapot. 】

Lu Da didn't notice anything, lowered his head and did his own things seriously.

He made a flat log block with many detailed lines and words carved on it.

In the middle, a long, thin wooden stick is delicately left, and it is extremely smooth.

What is particularly interesting is that his log block is still tilted, and the base is also very quaint.

It seems simple, but it has a thick historical atmosphere, which makes people can't help but look sideways.

After polishing it carefully, Lu Gao spread his hands calmly: "I'm done." ”

The next second his words fell, Zhao Chongshan also put down the carving knife: "Mine is fine." ”

Hearing Lu Da's voice, Zhao Chongshan looked at his desktop.

Just by glancing, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sundials......

There is a record in the Hanshu, the Chronicles of the Law, and the Han Calendar: Taishi ordered Sima Qian to suggest a joint discussion, which was to determine the thing, the main sundial, and the next inscription was missing.

Among them, the sundial is a tool used by the ancients to keep time.

The sundial is really in line with the theme of time.

Zhao Chongshan couldn't help but stand up and observe carefully.

But I saw that this sundial is very delicate and small, which can be held in the palm of the hand, rough and fine coexist, retro and simple.

In comparison, his seemingly ordinary teapot was compared to the dust.

With a smug smile in the corner of Lu Ershao's eyes, he held back for so long, and finally seized the opportunity to mock: "Tut-tut, the boy who hasn't grown his hair is also daring to come to pick the beam, hurry up and admit defeat and get out, don't wait for the master to come and catch up!"

Glancing at him lightly, Zhao Chongshan looked at him somewhere, bared his teeth and smiled: "Yo, the second young man has grown up, do you want me to cut off a little for you?"

He picked up a carving knife on the table and spun it quickly.

Looking at the afterimage of the knife light in his palm, Lu Ershao felt a chill under his crotch, and sat down with a plop, his face was very ugly.

"Alright. Master Lu waved his hand and said indifferently: "For the sake of you being Master Lu's disciples, I won't embarrass you, you go back." ”

"Master Lu means. The carving knife in Zhao Chongshan's hand suddenly stopped, and gently pressed against the table: "Surrender without a fight?"

What does it mean?

Master Lu was stunned, and after seeing the disdain in Zhao Chongshan's eyes, he suddenly fell back in anger.

"Presumptuous!" he stood up and pointed to the teapot, "Do you think you deserve to win with this teapot you made?"

"It's up to me whether I win or not. Zhao Chongshan straightened his shirt and patted the dust that didn't exist on it: "Mei Dongjun, what do you think of my work?"

Lu Da frowned slightly, glanced at him with some doubts, and finally walked over.

The small teapot seems to be light and delicate, but it is slightly heavy to start.

Obviously, the wooden wall of this spout is very thin, is there another article here?

With such doubts, Lu Da gently lifted the lid and glanced inside.

With just one look, he froze.

The blood on his face faded clean in just a few seconds.

It felt like a long time had passed, but it seemed like he had just blinked.

After a long silence, he took a deep breath and slowly closed the lid of his tea.

His gaze froze on Zhao Chongshan's young face, and for ten seconds, he remained motionless.

It wasn't until Master Lu asked him suspiciously how he was doing, and Lu Da showed a relieved and sad smile.

"It's me who loses. ”