Qu Duo next to him was looking at it vigorously, but he was suddenly interrupted by him and glanced at him: "What kind of nerves are you doing?" ”

"Ahem, it's okay, it's okay. Zou Kai tried to suppress a smile, and said with a serious face: "Really, I just suddenly remembered ......"

[He's laughing at the old and indecent. 】

Isn't it serious? Isn't it young?

Qu Duo looked dazed, thought carefully about what Feng Wuxi said, and his face turned red suddenly: "Dead Zou Kai, you are really hopeless, you are just like a mango, the outside is yellow, and the inside is still yellow!"

"Mango is better, better than pineapple. Zou Kai next to him coughed, and when he saw that she was a little confused, he squinted at her and said, "The pineapple is yellow on the outside, yellow on the inside, and green on the head." ”

[Sure enough, it makes sense, I'm speechless!]

Feng Wuxi is still talking eloquently, saying that the past is about the present, and the point is that since this word is to match Master Gao's door, it should be made of older wood, and it should be old, it must be old, and it is best to make some insect eyes or something.

It makes sense, but something feels wrong......

Ying Xuan next to him was so anxious that he stared at him, he wanted to argue but couldn't say why, he was so anxious that he couldn't go up and scratch his paws.

Host Yi was a little embarrassed to laugh, he really didn't know much about this kind of professional thing, and if he said something wrong, he would laugh and be generous......

Other people obviously think the same way, after all, Feng Wuxi's qualifications are here, even if they don't agree with his statement in their hearts, they can't directly oppose it.

It is......

This person is really proud, why is he so angry?

Master, don't grind, what are you grinding, beat this person to death!

- This is the voice of almost everyone present.

In their expectation, Lu Zi'an slowly polished all the four skirts, took off his mask, and then glanced at Feng Wuxi lightly in everyone's expectant eyes.

He folded the mask, his expression was calm, and his voice was cold: "Worm eyes, I'm afraid you have misunderstood, many doors that are contemporaries or much later than Master Gao, most of them are broken, decayed, scrapped or will be so, but Master Gao's door is immortal." ”

Feng Wuxi sighed in his heart, he really hadn't seen Gao Yingmei's works, he was immersed in carving all year round, where did he have time to play around?

Besides, even if he had time, he would not go to such an ordinary small village.

But the wooden door carved by Gao Yingmei has been around for more than 100 years......

Feng Wuxi said a little stiffly: "The wooden door, is it an iron door, even if it is painted, it will inevitably fall off, even if there is no insect eye, it is normal to look old......"

"Nope. Lu Zi'an's eyes were like torches, with a shallow smile in his eyes: "The door of the Three Holy Palaces is still bright and shining. ”

Ying Xuan couldn't help but be surprised: "Master Gao's works are not more than a hundred years old......

In his impression, even if it is a well-preserved handicraft, it is inevitable that it will be damaged, and it is normal for the paint to fade or something......

"yes, it's been a hundred years. Lu Zi'an nodded: "Craftsmen, with wooden knives as tools and ingenuity as the soul, art depends on works." Whether the work is good or not, it is impossible to determine the complexity of the carved patterns, and the answer can only be given by time, and its judgment is the most fair. ”

Therefore, although Master Gao was miserable in his lifetime, people always remember him.

Feng Wuxi was thoughtful, and suddenly raised his eyes and said with some hesitation: "That...... Master Lu, what do you think is the difference between you and Master Gao?"

This question is a bit tricky, although Lu Zi'an is now going to carve four doors, but before the work comes out, directly saying that he can stand side by side with Master Gao will still cause disgust.

Because art is really like this, relying on the work to speak, before the work comes out, no matter how good you bragged, you would be blind.

Who believes?

Lu Zi'an wiped the carving knife clean, and said lightly: "Someone once said that the difference between a craftsman and a master is that a craftsman carves simple wood into a complex work, while a master removes the superfluous wood according to his genius-like perception. ”

He didn't answer Feng Wuxi's question positively, but it made many people feel hot in their faces.

Because many people can't wait to get a name for themselves when they have a small achievement, who cares whether they are at the county or city level?

As a result, there are now mixed fish and dragons in the industry, and some people who can carve some bits and pieces also dare to call them masters, resulting in a great reduction in the gold content and convincing of the name of masters.

Yes, ask yourself, can they really be considered real masters?

This episode of the program came to an end in silence.

When Lu Zi'an was about to leave, Feng Wuxi found him and smiled slightly: "Master Lu, I appreciate your skills, I heard that you have also signed up for the National Arts and Crafts Competition, I hope we can have another good competition then." ”

Ying Xuan next to him glared angrily, but Lu Zi'an just smiled leisurely, glanced at him lightly, and said in a deep voice: "I also hope to compete with you fairly." ”

The word justice hit Feng Wuxi's heart like a hammer.

Without looking at Feng Wuxi's blood-stained face again, Lu Zi'an left adrift.

Feng Wuxi returned to the stage in despair, and at this time the whole venue was silent, and all the lights under the stage were extinguished, only a few lights were left on the stage to illuminate these wood carvings.

Several staff members behind him watched him with fear, ready to pounce on him at any moment.

This is also the instruction given by the director, although this Feng Wuxi is very strong now, and they give face, but they have to grasp this degree.

If he wanted to wreak havoc, he couldn't blame them......

Four skirts lie quietly on a workbench, and the carved bamboo leaves on them look like lush bamboo bushes from afar, and up close, they are four lines of poetry composed of 28 Chinese characters.

Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

That's the real thing.

He remembered in a trance that the door of the hall left by Master Gao Yingmei in the Three Holy Palace seemed to be carved with poems.

Feng Wuxi looked at the wood carving with some amazement, and muttered, "What kind ......of poem did Master Gao carve?"

Someone behind him said in a deep voice: "The water surrounds the building and the ship rises from the Holy Palace, the double dragon hair vein is plump, and the spring mountain embraces the green millennium show, which is not bad for the Danqing point dyeing worker." ”

Who?

Feng Wuxi turned his head suddenly, and frowned slightly the moment he saw this person: "Major Master ......"

"Huh. Chongyun walked up slowly, lowered his eyes and looked at the wood carving left by Lu Zi'an, and sneered: "What's the matter, you're afraid?

I didn't expect Chongyun to see him like this, Feng Wuxi's face was a little embarrassed, but after hearing this, he still groaned for a moment and shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "I have nothing to be afraid of, and I don't think I'm inferior to Lu Zi'an." ”