You must know that if you want to cut it into a complete circle, the wrist strength of the craftsman is extremely demanding.

The whole process can be as small as a few minutes, and some of the big ones may even last for more than half an hour.

The period cannot be interrupted, returned, or stopped.

From start to finish, it is necessary to maintain a constant speed and the same force.

Master Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression became cautious, and he looked at Zhao Chongshan with a little more scrutiny.

And Zhao Chongshan didn't even mean to cover it up, the big lama directly spread his left hand and blew lightly.

The debris was blown up, and the whole cylinder was smooth and complete, with a clear texture and a very warm luster.

Edges?

Not to mention the edges and corners, not even the slightest extra burr.

This hand immediately shocked several woodcarvers present.

This...... This is a true knife without a trace.

The delicate texture of the wood itself is lined with a moist luster, like the ripples of a swan gently floating across the water.

Quietly, gently, the occasional extra knots are falling pieces of goose down.

Lu Da couldn't help but think of a poem in his heart: Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, and death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.

It is really unimaginable that this feeling of beauty and subtlety can be displayed in the hands of such a young craftsman.

The elementary school apprentice who was competing with Zhao Chongshan next to him couldn't help but stop his movements, staring at Zhao Chongshan's hand for a moment.

Lu Ershao frowned and sneered: "Pretending, I made a grinding disc for a long time." ”

"Shut up for me!" Lu scolded hatefully, and for the first time began to have self-doubt.

If a stunning Lu Zi'an is an accident, then this apprentice he brought out is also an accident?

And there is also a Ying Xuan, I heard that the skills are extremely exquisite, and he has also been appreciated by a certain master.

For the first time, he wavered from the ideas he had adhered to.

How can there be so many accidents in the world, if ...... It's all happening, so where is the problem most likely to arise?

His suspicious gaze slowly turned to his father, who had been telling him to stick to his heart, and that the so-called shortcuts were crooked paths.

But if this crooked way is ten, twenty, or thirty years before him, he has mastered a more exquisite skill......

Seeing the doubts in his eldest son's eyes clearly, Master Lu felt like a needle had been pierced in his heart.

That kind of pain is the feeling of being stuck in the heart, wanting to say it, but not being able to say it, wanting to explain but being speechless.

As the saying goes, he hopes that his son will be Jackie Chan, and he hopes that Lu Da can get ahead more than anyone else.

He just......

Master Lu slowly closed his eyes.

He just, unwilling to believe it...... Lu Zi'an.

He has always insisted that Lu Zi'an is maverick and delusional, but the reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Could it be that he was wrong?

In the silence, only Zhao Chongshan was still sketching with a carving knife.

The only sound in the room was the rustling of carved wood, and other than that, even breathing could be heard clearly.

And such an environment gave Zhao Chongshan a more relaxed state.

He carefully experienced this kind of realm of forgetting things, and for the first time felt what the master once said, what it means to carve out the shape of the wood itself.

It didn't feel like he was carving, it was like ......

The wood is peeling off on its own, revealing its true face.

It is a delicate little teacup with extremely smooth and flat walls.

Each part is curved, and even the inside of the cup is very rounded.

In the center of the cup, there are four small bumps.

Is that......

Master Lu leaned over slightly, the amplitude was too great, and he had to reach out against the edge of the table.

So I was finally able to take in the scene in the cup.

The moment he saw it, Master Lu's eyes froze.

It was two, tiny carp.

They were all hidden under the clear water, making a circle of thin ripples.

The fish are alive, two fish frolicking with each other, and the water is very shallow, covering only half of their bodies.

——This is the most intuitive feeling that glance gave Master Lu.

But he knew better than anyone that the fish was absolutely fake.

Why is this possible?

He just thought about it in his heart, but the junior apprentice on the side was much simpler, and asked directly: "Why can you do it so realistically? It really feels like it's alive." ”

"Ah, why?" Zhao Chongshan smiled honestly, and said innocently: "I don't know, that's what Master said when he taught me, if you want to know, come to Baigongmen and ask me Master!"

[Well said!Give you 82 points, and give you the rest in the form of 666, don't be afraid of your pride!]

[This is really beautiful!]

[Master's inner OS: I live so sadly, I pull Chopin in the rain. 】

Ying Xuan watched it straight, and sent a message to Lu Zi'an, telling Lu Zi'an about it.

"......" Lu Zi'an said, is it really good for you to pull hatred like this?

Really...... Well done!

Just as he was about to reply to the message, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and Expert Dai walked in with a depressed expression: "Master Lu, please come here." ”

This time, after Lu Zi'an came out, everyone's attitude towards him became more respectful.

Lu Zi'an was still a little inexplicable, but after seeing the untouched umbrella pole, he understood.

Sure enough, Expert Dai pulled his hair and said with a painful face: "Why can't we disassemble it? ”

exhausted all kinds of methods, and it was clear that Lu Zi'an inserted it directly when he pushed in.

Why did he just flick it a few times behind him, and the dagger was really stuck like that?

It's unbelievable, really.

Lu Zi'an smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and took the umbrella pole: "I know that everyone has doubts about whether my method is correct......

Quite a few people nodded silently and looked at him expectantly.

But Lu Zi'an has always adhered to the concept that if you can do something, you don't need to move your mouth.

He simply raised the pole of the umbrella, pointed to the empty space, and slowly drew a circle.

Those who were touched by the top of the umbrella pole silently retreated, and finally vacated a circular open space around Lu Zi'an.

That's it.

Lu Zi'an nodded with satisfaction: "Look at it." ”

Rub!

He pressed the mechanism on the handle of the umbrella, and the dagger popped out, not fast or slow, but with a thrilling streamer.

Lu Zi'an's right hand was already ready, and while holding the dagger, he gently stabbed the tip of the knife on the umbrella pole.

It is as if the ancient bells of the era have been passed through, and the layers of mechanisms are unlocked step by step.

Dai even seemed to hear a crunch similar to a gear, and it grabbed his heart and writhed hard.

Everyone was feeling a little hard to breathe.

It turns out that this is really not a toy, not an ornamental object.

It was a real weapon, the Emperor's first march, and the first line of defense when an Assassin arrived.

A shocking picture seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes: on the spacious driveway, hunting with flags, and the long carriages and horses were solemn.

The pace of the people is neat, the demeanor is calm, surrounded by a train formation, standing car, single wheel and two wheels, there is a round copper umbrella on the car, under the umbrella stands the imperial officer, driving the car with both hands, and driving four horses in front.

There is also an car, which is also single-wheel and two-wheeled.

The carriage has two compartments in the front and rear, with a window between them, and the door to get on the train is at the back, with an oval canopy.

The body of the car is painted with colorful patterns.

And such a huge thing turned out to be just a convoy of the first march.

When an enemy who does not know whether he is alive or dead is attacking, and the imperial officer is attacked, he is obviously unarmed, but he does not dodge or dodge.

Take a half-step with your right leg, take a breath, and quickly lift the bronze umbrella that was supposed to be a decoration.

Whoosh!

The swords clashed, and the assassin's sharp sword was blocked by the umbrella, trying to destroy the umbrella directly, but the royal officer retracted it in the blink of an eye.

Thinking that there was no other way to do it with this single move, the assassin spun around in mid-air and stabbed the official in the neck with a volley.

But the royal officer did not hurry, and gently tapped the umbrella pole with his fingers and pressed the mechanism.

The dagger was able to block the long sword that had stabbed in front of him, and with a slight turn of the umbrella handle, the copper umbrella bounced open in an instant, and the venom inside flowed along the umbrella bone.

The dark liquid, the color of the copper itself, perfectly shields it.

No one could have imagined that such an umbrella, when it rotates and is the fastest, can even cut people off at the waist!

And when the speed is not fast, the Imperial Officer turns it, and the umbrella bone will pierce the Assassin's body deeply!

Seeing the venom of the bloody throat, it was paralyzed instantly.

Captured alive or ambushed.

One can almost imagine how surprised and even frightened the Assassin would have been in the last moments of his life.

Such a beautiful object, standing on top of a carriage, can only cover people from the scorching sun, but when it is removed, it can be turned into a murderous weapon!

Everyone at the scene was already crazy.

Although it was clear that it was a chariot and that it had a mechanism, no one really had ever thought that it could be used in this way.

This artifact, which it represents, has never been a supreme right, let alone a gorgeous decoration.

It is a chariot that has reached its peak, stained with the blood of countless people along the way.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

Such a piece that can be valued by the emperor and carefully placed in the mausoleum must not be just because of its beautiful appearance.

Scold......

Lu Zi'an inhaled, and after showing all the mechanisms one by one, the dagger returned to the rod.

After he finished the demonstration, he walked to the workbench with the umbrella pole.

The staff who confronted him even subconsciously took half a step back.

That kind of momentum, as if it was really a royal official who had just experienced the battlefield, came slowly, and no one dared to take its edge at all.