While introducing the Lingbi Stone, Lu Zi'an slowly removed some variegated colors along the texture of the rock.

His movements are light and slow, not hurried or slow, as leisurely and casual as a leisurely stroll.

"In fact, the angular ornaments are carefully placed. Lu Zi'an used a carving knife to polish the sharp points smooth: "So if it is for decoration, it is best to make it softer." ”

This also coincides with Feng Shui, for example, some people like to buy animal bones and horns as works of art and hang them directly on the wall, but this is actually very disadvantageous in Feng Shui.

And aside from the mysterious things like feng shui, Lu Zi'an doesn't like this kind of too sharp things at home.

Home is warm and warm in everyone's memory, and it is really not appropriate to put these.

Uncle Tang on the side looked thoughtfully at a few paintings placed in the corner.

In order to reflect the difficulty of his technique, almost every one of his paintings deliberately sticks out with some branches, so it is no wonder that his works are becoming more and more difficult to sell......

Lu Zi'an's explanation has a feeling of moisturizing things silently.

It makes people understand the truth, but they can't have a trace of disgust.

The carving knife gently undulates on the rock, slowly outlining the concrete outline.

A thin stone vein in the Lingbi stone was specially picked out by him and polished with the most delicate technique.

Such a rugged Lingbi stone, after removing the gray impurities, is as black as black jade, but against the backdrop of this impure white stone vein, it is more soft.

Such as the mountain stream is clinging to the river, such as the clear spring stone upstream.

Gradually descending along this stone vein, the tip of Lu Zi'an's knife touched a cloud of impurities.

He frowned slightly, and lightly pressed the tip of his knife against it.

Zou Kai, who had been staring at his movements, quickly noticed his abnormality and hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"

"This mess, it's a bit big. Lu Zi'an pulled out the carving knife and took a small brush to look at it carefully.

"Why don't you eliminate it?" Although Zou Kai didn't know much about the stone, Lu Zi'an said that if it was big, it would definitely not be small.

Lu Zi'an did not rush to answer, and seriously assessed this impurity.

It was only 20 centimeters wide, and the impurities were nearly 8 centimeters.

There is only a thin layer of Lingbi stone shell on the surface, which is probably a fragment of the edge of the stone, which is not pure enough.

Or, let go of this impurity, anyway, as long as he doesn't remove this shell, others won't be able to see what's going on inside.

Either remove this impurity entirely, although the Lingbi stone is extremely hard, it is not good to say whether there will be a deficiency in it.

After all, the Lingbi stone itself has the characteristics of penetration, and there may be a lot of holes that will penetrate the entire stone.

Uncle Tang and the others couldn't understand what they were struggling with, Zou Kai explained roughly, and both of them suddenly became nervous.

"Why don't you change the stone?" Tang Yuan said he couldn't understand: "Anyway, the stone is not expensive." ”

Zou Kai rolled his eyes: "At first glance, it is a layman, and insiders are all called rock logging? And this has nothing to do with whether it is expensive or not." ”

Lu Zi'an, on the other hand, carefully turned over and over the whole stone and observed it, and finally sighed softly.

In the puzzled eyes of everyone, he raised his knife and directly dug out all the impurities.

Suddenly, a large piece was missing in the middle of the stone, which looked very scary.

Lu Zi'an didn't stop, he continued to dig in, and after a while, the tip of the knife came out from above.

“…… This, penetrated?" Zou Kai's eyes widened.

With a faint smile on the corner of his lips, Lu Zi'an was not afraid at all: "It's okay, this is a leaky stone." ”

"What's a leaky rock?

"Almost. Lu Zi'an was very careful with every knife, and the carving knives of various sizes switched freely in the palm of his hand: "This is a real empty twist, a magic workmanship." Leakage, thatched hut night rain, willow slightly dew, up and down can walk also. ”

“…… Do not understand. ”

Glancing at him with disgust, Lu Zi'an said lightly: "In Yu Garden, Yanghai City, there is an ancient Lingbi stone, called Jade Linglong, and there are also Taihu stones, which are the gods of "leakage". ”

This Zou Kai really knew, his eyes lit up: "Ah, I've heard of it! It is said that it is like a beehive, with a lot of holes!"

"Yes. Lu Zi'an took a toothpick and slowly tried to make sure that there was no omission, and then cleaned up the entire rock: "All know-how, one hole is filled with water, and all the holes come out, if you burn incense in a hole under Yu Linglong, all the holes will smoke." ”

Those scenes are extremely elegant when you think about it.

By the time Lu Zi'an finished cleaning up, the entire Lingbi Stone had changed greatly.

After the impurities on the surface are removed, the surface shows all kinds of wrinkles, like an axe splitting a thousand thousands, like layers of waves, heavy snow stacked on top of each other, like a spring breeze blowing clear water, microwave rolling.

And the white stone vein is still the most conspicuous point, back and forth, the dense and continuous, the whole presents a unique beauty of the strange stone, which makes people feel that this rock is not simple at a glance.

"This, do I still need me, shall I process it?" Uncle Tang expressed his suspicion, he stared at the Lingbi Stone and muttered, "I feel that this is already very good." ”

Lu Zi'an smiled slightly, polished the surface of the entire stone smooth, cleaned it up, and then got up.

"Absolutely. He swiped his fingertips over the rock face: "You can play as you like according to your thoughts, and what you think it is, it is." ”

In the process of each artist's creation, they are the creator gods.

Every grass and tree, every stroke is from their imagination.

Creation is also creation.

Putting on his glasses blankly, Uncle Tang crossed his gaze from the strange stone, gritted his teeth, and pulled the bellows.

"Whew, whew!" the bellows were pulled up, and the room was heating up.

Tang Yuan happily helped, Uncle Tang picked up the iron, picked it one by one, and looked at the rocks on the table while picking.

"It's picking the right size and weight. Lu Zi'an glanced at Zou Kai and explained, "He is now thinking about how to create. ”

Recording his words immediately, Zou Kai said with some hesitation: "Just look at it a few times, don't you need to weigh it?

"Weight and size, such a basic thing, can be clearly estimated for ten or twenty years, even if it is given to a random individual. Lu Zi'an didn't think there was anything unusual about this.

“…… Awesome. ”

While speaking, Uncle Tang had already picked out the materials.

He probably couldn't get too hot to take off his shirt directly.

When he was fully focused on the iron painting, he couldn't care about being embarrassed, but he still felt that the glasses were a bit in the way, and he wanted to take them off and stopped.

Making iron painting is a very tedious task, and its materials are all dull iron plates.

Uncle Tang held the iron in his left hand, held a hammer in his right hand, and used the hammer to write the iron plate out of a rough shape.

The iron plates are gradually hammered into curved iron pillars, and it is rare that the thickness of the upper and lower parts is the same.

This also speaks volumes about how skillful his hammering is and every stroke is just right.

If the force is too great, the iron will be flattened instantly, and it will be more difficult to change it back.

Tang Yuan on the side looked enviously at the iron bars that were gradually forming under Uncle Tang's hands, and stiffly pulled the bellows.

He actually wanted to learn too, but he couldn't.

Making iron painting requires not only craftsmanship, but also the control of the overall picture.

It is a painting composed of individual details, and the overall layout ability of the painter is extremely exquisite.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher, and Uncle Tang's forehead began to sweat, and even his glasses were a little unstable.

But he never stopped, his breathing was fast and not chaotic, and his right hand was raised high.

"When!When!Tintin!"

With the boring sound of striking iron, sweat rolls down from the chest, and occasionally drips on the fiery iron bar, it will make a "zi" sound.

This is a real hand-forged, and every turn requires dozens of hammers to achieve the desired result.

And people like Uncle Tang who strive for perfection pursue perfection in every detail.

Lu Zi stood quietly on the side and admired it silently, and through that monotonous movement, he seemed to see Uncle Tang hammering in that small room day after day, year after year.

This kind of hammer, when it hits the iron, the hand will be slightly numb.

The tiger's mouth will be worn out, broken, bleeding, and will become a cocoon over time.

Uncle Tang's hands are full of calluses, all of which are ironclad evidence of his decades of hardship.

In such an environment, it was clear that the heat wave was rolling and sweating all over, but Lu Zi'an felt relaxed and happy.

There was no more anxiety in his heart, and even the sound of his heartbeat was extraordinarily calm.

When, dangdang.

The sound of striking iron is incomparably crisp.

To prove the existence of works, to break through the self, so that the iron painting from the lonely high mountain peak down into the modern age.

It is necessary not only to retain its own characteristics and style, but also to sublimate it on this basis, and to consider whether the world buys it.

It's really hard.

This is true for iron paintings, and so is for jade carvings.

If the iron painting can be reborn this time, then can the third jade ego also find another way?

The guidance given to him by the master of the void and asked him to come to Wuhu should be this, right?

Reaching out and gently stroking the Lingbi Stone, the corners of Lu Zi'an's lips hooked slightly.

Let time and the market prove all this.

With a slight gasp, Uncle Tang's iron painting was preliminarily completed, and the most delicate process in iron painting began - welding.

The welding of iron painting is different from general welding, it is made of sterling silver and a little copper powder, little by little welding, and there can be no sloppiness.

And Uncle Tang put a small piece of beaten iron pillar in the Lingbi stone before welding.

Then all the branches are welded one by one, and each one is taken with great care.

Although the iron will not break, if the welding is not in place, or there is an offset, after this step and then have to be reworked, you have to start all over again.

Uncle Tang held his breath slightly, and his rough fingers were surprisingly dexterous.

Each arc is fine, and there is not even a single gap in the weld, and when the paint is applied, the difference is not visible at all.

Finally, the last branch in Uncle Tang's hand had been welded, and he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly straightened up.

After carefully observing all the details, he put down the tools in his hand and looked at Lu Zi'an with some apprehension: "Master Lu, I have done a good ......job."

Lu Zi'an raised his hand, his eyes were still glued to the work that fused the Lingbi stone and iron painting, and softly, applauded.