The hunchbacked old man did not report his home.

The corners of Fang Yi's mouth curled slightly, this old man has a lot of personality! Obviously, in the eyes of the hunchbacked old man, Fang Yi's status in the antique circle is not qualified to know his name.

The owner of the jade shop was secretly amused in his heart, this hunchbacked old man was a traditional carving master invited by his shop. How can ordinary people be qualified to know the name of a master?

"Sir, this is the best hand carver in our shop, what you want to carve, just tell him. ”

To carve such fine jade, the owner of the jade shop directly ignored the modern craftsmanship.

In the eyes of the owner of the jade shop, the modern process of carving ordinary jade, mass production is okay, carving this kind of beautiful jade, that is blasphemy.

Moyu is water, which is an excellent material for cultivating items, "I want to carve a tea set and a bracelet." Fang Yi said directly.

The hunchbacked old man was stunned for a moment, then walked up to Moyu and looked at it.

"This is a good jade. After the old man stroked it with his fingers, he said, "You can still carve bracelets, carving tea sets, too extravagant, right?"

"I'm going to carve a tea set. Fang Yi gestured, "Contemptible people don't have any big hobbies, they like to drink tea, and a set of tea sets carved out of this piece of jade must be of the highest quality." ”

"What? carve a whole set of tea sets?" the hunchbacked old man blew his beard and glared, "Do you know what kind of jade this is?

Fang Yi: "The tea I drink is worthy of this tea set." ”

"What kind of tea can you drink?" the hunchbacked old man waved his hand and said, "You don't know the preciousness of this piece of black jade." ”

Fang Yi smiled slightly: "Tribute West Lake Longjing, Wuyi Mountain's best red robe, treasure island oriental beauty, is it enough?"

The hunchbacked old man's eyes widened more and more, "Good girl, what you are talking about is the world's tea!"

Fang Yi: "If it's not tea, I won't drink it." ”

The hunchbacked old man was amused, "That's really worthy of this tea set." ”

"Are you willing to help me carve?" Fang Yi was overjoyed.

"The tea you drink is worthy of this stone. The hunchbacked old man sighed: "Moyu is the best treasure in nature, I know that you carve a tea set, you must want to nourish tea, I am afraid that ordinary people carve this waste of such a piece of jade, after all, the genius of the treasure is destined to get it, how can ordinary people so easily get the tea that needs to be nourished with black jade? ”

Fang Yi thought for a while, "To me, Zisha is garbage. ”

"You're different. The hunchback glanced at Chen Yu, "You must be very rich, right? You have really seen the big scene, this baby, follow you, not dust." ”

"Master. Fang Yi looked at the sky outside the sky, didn't want to dwell on this question, and said, "When will we start carving?"

"There's no hurry. The hunchbacked old man waved his hand, "I'll carve it now." ”

Fang Yi smiled, "Thank you then." ”

When the hunchbacked old man picked up the flat knife, the temperament of the whole person changed in an instant.

The appearance is still the image of the hunchbacked and thin old man, but unconsciously in his eyes, he reveals a kind of contempt for the Quartet.

On the jade carving in the world, the hunchbacked old man did not dare to say that there were no ancients and no one after him, but he said that he would not fall behind in the jade carving of the world.

It's not his pride, it's the self-confidence he puts into his bones.

Traditional jade carving, is not his own business, is a group of people's business, is carrying the ancestors of countless jade carving masters, he was pushed to the contemporary traditional jade carving master, he can not fall behind, nor dare to fall behind.

The hunchbacked old man held the wooden box in both hands, walked slowly to the piece of black jade, and slowly opened the wooden box.

There are not many tools in the wooden box, there is no dazzling array as Fang Yi imagined, not even too much, there is only one tool in the wooden box.

It's a flat knife, an inconspicuous flat knife.

The hunchbacked old man stretched out his hand, and he grasped it on the handle of the knife.

In a trance, Fang Yi seemed to see the ancient battlefield, as if he had seen the ancient generals.

The generals are immediately swordsman, crisscrossing the battlefield.

The inconspicuous jet-black flat knife, in the hands of the hunchbacked old man, is comparable to Fang's peerless divine weapon.

The hunchbacked old man held a flat knife in one hand and stroked the ink jade in the other, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a sculpture, but he was reluctant to go under the knife for a long time.

"Master. Fang Yi was puzzled: "Is there anything else?"

"Nope. The hunchbacked old man shook his head slowly, "I'm listening to Jade's heartbeat." ”

Jade is lifeless, not even life, and certainly no heartbeat.

But the hunchbacked old man he could hear.

It seems to have heard this piece of black jade, since the ancient times, in that ten thousand feet deep underground, struggling to gradually take shape.

In the underground, where there is no light of day, with a weak body, he constantly fights against the boulders around him.

For a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years, he has become more and more powerful.

Finally, one day, its life was sublimated.

It is no longer just an ordinary stone, in the underworld where there is no light of day, it is beautiful and natural.

Fang Yi closed his eyes and stopped looking at the piece of ink jade.

Fang Yi said silently: "It's not a real treasure, I won't use him to nourish it." ”

The flat knife fell on Mo Yu like flowing water.

Hunchbacked old man, he's really a staggering ordinary old man now.

There is no flat knife dancing.

There are no jade shavings flying.

There is no golden light as imagined.

The flat knife was in Xie Tiansheng's hand and carved on Moyu's body.

Fang Yi seemed to see that when he was a child, his mother was cutting tofu, everything seemed so plain, everything seemed so ordinary.

Ordinary to, children paint, pick up the pen and come.

Fang Yi was surprised in his heart.

This is no ordinary carving anymore.

This is a kind of god.

The level of carving of the hunchbacked old man has reached a level where it does not require any flashy techniques to grandstand.

The carving level of the hunchbacked old man has also surpassed the realm of so-called art.

He has no realm anymore.

Every time he stabbed down, it was just right.

Every knife is the instinct of life.

is like an old mother who has been in oil, rice, firewood and salt for half a lifetime, sewing a mille-feuille bottom.

Like a bee collecting honey.

Carved by a hunchbacked old man, every knife is no longer an earth-shattering art of ghosts and gods, but the most ordinary bits and pieces of life.

A carving is like a transient human body like a horse.

This is the realm of no trick to win.

For a while, Fang Yi was dumbfounded.

By the time Fang Yi came back to his senses, the hunchback master had already carved more than half of the entire piece of jade.

That's a tea set.

A set, jet black and shiny, the light is restrained, but it does not lose the luxurious gap.

Fang Yi was excited and anxious in his heart.

This set of tea sets is a thousand times better than the one he uses now, ten thousand times.