The huge noise and scattered glass shards led to the consequence that although Lu Zi'an's hand was still very stable, there was a scar on the back of his hand that was slowly oozing blood.

The live broadcast room was suddenly silent for a second, and then the barrage swiped the screen wildly in an instant!

[It's too much!Who smashed the glass!Drag it out and kill !!]

[Even if you have such an ability as a master, you still need to steal a teacher?

[That's it!shameless!Dare to harm the master and take out other people's flesh!]

【……】

Looking at those barrages, Old Man Zhuo's face turned pale, and he didn't even care about looking at Lu Zi'an's skills, so he closed the notebook angrily: "Find out this person for me! If Lu Zi'an's hand is injured...... He doesn't have to keep his hands anymore!"

The expressions of the people in the room were similar, only Zhuo Peng was still staring at the screen: "Grandpa, look at it!"

"What's the matter. Old Man Zhuo's face was calm, and a person next to him immediately reopened his notebook and handed it over.

On the picture, Lu Zi'an gently wiped it with a piece of paper, and then continued to carve, without even a single extra scratch or jagged line.

It's just that the shallow scar pressed on everyone's hearts like a boulder.

The name of the live broadcast room is like an abyss, and the wind blowing out of it is blowing, which makes their hearts cold.

Master craftsman.

Such an obsession with craftsmanship, no matter how disturbed by the outside world is, can not interfere with his enthusiasm for creation, his mood is broad, and his sentiments are elegant, which is simply beyond their reach in any case.

If this is not called a master, then what is a master?

The reporters were ashamed of themselves, and they didn't even dare to post barrage interrogations, and one unlucky guy posted without knowing whether he was alive or dead: [Mr. Lu, may I ask if you are avoiding my question because of a weak heart?]

In fact, he just kept copying and pasting and sending it repeatedly every few seconds, and he didn't even see what Lu Zi'an was doing, carving or something, so he wasn't interested!

As a result, the rest of the audience exploded instantly.

[You're an egg, the master will start a live broadcast?MDZZ!]

[Where did you come from, stupid, you threw the stone!]

[It must be him, who dares to smash the window of the master's house and take out other people's flesh!]

……

After a while, a technical master followed his account all the way to find out his eight generations of ancestors, and swiped the screen to shake off the personal information of this small newspaper reporter.

It just so happened that someone posted some photos of Lu Zi'an and them being blocked downstairs by reporters, and the audience's anger burned even more violently!

So all the reporters who blocked Lu Zi'an's downstairs today are all finished, because direct scolding will be blocked, and the angle of their scolding is particularly tricky, killing people without bloodless greetings to their ancestors for eighteen generations, but they really don't bring a single dirty word, and there is no way to report it.

The reporters were not stupid, there was a fool in front of them, and they didn't scold each other, and they retreated one after another.

That idiot wanted to fight a hundred enemies at first, but he was sprayed so much that he didn't even know his mother, and he retreated in a gloomy manner, and the live broadcast room suddenly returned to calm.

At this time, Lu Zi'an had already finished carving, and because he was using force during the carving, the wound on the back of his hand oozed blood again.

It doesn't hurt, it's just a little in the way.

"Tsk. Lu Zi'an pulled a piece of paper and pressed it casually, and said lightly: "Wait a minute, I'll pick out the sandpaper, this polishing is more complicated." ”

The barrage on the screen was all over: [Master, let's clean up the wound first! At least put a band-aid!]

[Yes, I want to see if there are any glass shards or anything in it......]

It's a pity that Lu Zi'an didn't look at the screen, and because the sound was turned off, the audience could hear his voice, but he couldn't hear the special effects of the gifts they sent, so he didn't notice it.

He picked out some coarse sandpaper and fine sandpaper, adjusted the light brighter, and then said calmly: "When polishing, the most taboo light is not good, especially some details should be very cautious, for example, some lines are relatively shallow, if you have a bad light, then you can't really control its depth, and the coarse sandpaper will be gone." ”

In fact, his explanation is very bland, there are no flowery words, there are no seductive words, and even the tone is very bland, without any ups and downs.

But everyone who watched his live broadcast stopped swiping the screen.

Many of the young apprentices who had just started opened their eyes one by one and listened attentively.

When they learn the arts, the master usually asks them to learn the basics day after day, focusing more on carving, and rarely teaches them polishing in such detail.

And these seemingly unimportant details are precisely the real elements of the watershed of craftsmanship.

"Coarse sandpaper is generally suitable for rough lines, like this bamboo branch, gently grinding it with coarse sandpaper will make it appear more upright and more ......"

After grinding the bamboo branches, Lu Zi'an changed to fine sandpaper: "And fine sandpaper is suitable for more delicate lines, such as these petals, the action should be light, fast, do not pause in the middle, and do it in one go." ”

After gentle friction, the petals become lighter in color, but they instantly appear silky and delicate, and the floating crumbs blow gently, as if there is a faint fragrance floating, and the petals seem to be gently trembling.

"Of course, no matter what kind of sandpaper you use, the most important thing is to polish along the grain of the wood, if you go in the opposite direction, no matter how skilled you are, the polished work will feel very inferior, because the texture will be destroyed, and it will feel very uncomfortable visually. ”

He stopped talking, and concentrated on polishing it, and the whole painting gradually revealed its original style after his meticulous polishing.

The light flows, the faint glow swims in the wood, and the river seems to be really flowing, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

[Is this a special effect?

[Don't tell me it's the effect of the wood itself, I don't believe it!]

[Hahaha, I don't believe it either, this black technology, right?]

After Lu Zi'an finished polishing, he realized something, looked sideways, and just saw Shen Mange sweeping the remaining glass fragments into the garbage can.

Those flowing halos are refracted by those shards of glass.

"You put it down, don't hurt your hands, it's all glass. Lu Zi'an was afraid that she would cut herself, so she didn't even have time to explain, so she got up directly.

[Wow! What did I see!]

[The anchor's waist is so thin!]

[Phew, you upstairs are too sexy, listen to me: the master's work is so fine! Ahhh

[Upstairs hahahahahaha!But the master's figure is really good!]

[As a Satsuki semi-beauty, I express envy, jealousy and hatred!]

Lu Zi'an reached for the broom, and Shen Mange grabbed his hand: "Are you injured?"

"Oh, it's just a shallow mark, it's fine. Lu Zi'an said indifferently: "Come on, I'll sweep it, you didn't pick it up, did you?"

"No, don't move yet, I'll go get a band-aid. Shen Mange frowned and turned around and went out.

I don't know why, Lu Zi'an vaguely felt ...... She seemed to be angry......