Under the exclusive painting style, Qin Huai touched the surface of the wood inch by inch with his fingertips.

As Qin Huai understood, the texture of each piece of wood implies the essence of the years and writes the profound imprint of time.

These imprints are copied on every vein and ring, like a scripture.

At this moment, Qin Huai's brows were tightly locked, and he was silently breaking through the Zen meaning contained in that vein.

Gradually, Qin Huai's facial features stretched, revealing a shallow smile, and at the same time, rubbing the wood with his fingertips, as if he had realized something......

He remembered that the Chinese family had always loved wood.

Throughout the entire history of the Chinese family, from the origin of civilization 10,000 years ago, there has been a structure of wood for nests, wood for boats, and drilling wood for fire.

Wood is an important page on the road to the progress of Chinese civilization.

Later, the Chinese family admired nature very much, and had the philosophical idea of respecting nature and living in harmony with nature.

So wood and the ancients of the Chinese family formed an indissoluble bond.

The splendid palaces and the mansions of the people are all related to wood.

The ancients loved wood to the core.

There is no other reason than the fact that the wood releases a kind of beauty with temperature.

This kind of beauty is irreplaceable by other materials.

And the golden silk nan ebony from the thousand-year-old river stream brings the beauty of the wood to the extreme.

The wood grain of the golden silk nan ebony is shining with gold threads, which is as bright as a cloud brocade at the same time, it is also delicate and accessible, elegant and warm.

Like a beautiful woman in a gorgeous dress.

That is, charming and dignified.

Using such a beautiful and beautiful elegant wood to carve the story of Nanke's dream is simply made in heaven and destined.

No wonder when you fall asleep tired, you will have a bizarre dream!

Could it be that the soul of this ancient tree infiltrated Qin Huai's mind with its fragrance, and then entrusted the dream to Qin Huai?

'It's kind of interesting. ’

Thinking of this, Qin Huai couldn't help but smile.

……

"However, it always feels like the last time I picked up a carving knife was 10,000 years ago. ”

Qin Huai looked surprised.

Why do you suddenly have the illusion of being in a different world?

This feeling was inexplicable, but it made Qin Huai extremely pleasantly surprised.

A thousand years ago, when Chun Yudi woke up from a dream and found that 'Dahuai Anguo' was actually a dream vision, his state of mind may be exactly the same as Qin Huai's.

And Qin Huai wants to carve a dream of Nanke, doesn't he need this state of mind that suddenly dreams for a thousand years?

Thinking of this, Qin Huai hurriedly gathered his mind, the light in his eyes slowly condensed, and slowly picked up the carving knife.

The first knife is a chisel.

Chisel out an ancient locust tree that stands on top of the sky, a few acres of clear shade, and the trunk is dense.

Sawdust falls.

Ten minutes later, the trunk and branches of the ancient locust tree fell.

Thick branches stretched out in all directions.

Among them, there is a branch to the south, pointing high to the blue sky, and there is a tumor scar on it, here, it will be Nanke City in the future.

"Hmm. ”

Qin Huai was very satisfied with the first step, and the thriving ancient locust trees could be seen from the four directions of the wood.

Qin Huai couldn't use a scene to describe Nanke City, Ant Yellow Palace, Linggui Mountain, and Tanluo Kingdom, so he could only use four pictures to connect them with artistic conception.

This is similar to the artistic treatment of tree jade carving.

After carving the first step, Qin Huai's fingers were a little sore, so he simply put down the carving knife and let his fingers rest for a while.

Ten minutes later.

Qin Huai picked up the carving knife with burning eyes, and began to add the knife at the highest point of the wood, one knife and one file, one stroke and one line, one mention and one meal.

The wood, which has been dead for 10,000 years, is slowly withered and flourishing under Qin Huai's knife.

Although there are not many leaves, there are thousands of leaves.

This artistic effect is due to the teachings of the old gentleman on the Purple Mountain.

The old gentleman once said that carving is to show the beauty of static, but every leaf in the world has its location and growth posture, if you can grasp the uniqueness of each leaf, you can turn static into dynamic.

Therefore, Qin Huai spent five days looking at the leaves on the entire Purple Mountain, and finally achieved the achievement of 'searching all the strange peaks and making drafts'!

Under the Qinhuai knife, the unique beauty of the leaves slowly bloomed, and the charm gushed out.

Not lifelike.

It's both physical and spiritual!

Shang Ya was dumbfounded by this scene. She put down the book in her hand, supported her white chin, and couldn't take her eyes off admiring Qin Huai's creation of wood carvings.

It's still Qin Huai's little brother who looks good.

It is better than Chu Ci Han Fu, Tang poetry and Song Ci.

After all, it's a man whose soul is scented!

Well.

Qin Huai's little brother's soul did exude a fragrance.

However, Shang Ya was happily self-attacking on the side, but Qin Huai did not squint, as if he was separated from Shang Ya by a dimension.

'Really focused. ’

Shang Ya observed that there was only a piece of wood printed in Qin Huai's pupils, so she held her breath and didn't dare to disturb Qin Huai.

……

……

Qin Huai's demeanor became more and more serious, and his knife was becoming more and more chic.

Although the ancient locust tree must have had tens of thousands of leaves thousands of years ago.

But under Qin Huai's chic knife, there are only a few dozen leaves.

However, although there are few leaves, the prosperity of 'red apricot branches in spring' is in front of you.

In fact, this is the bone carving that the ancients have always admired.

The so-called bone carving is the summary of the Tang pastoral poet Wang Wei:

'Controlling the knife is like a pen, causing the nature of nature, and the work of sincerity.

With the scenery at hand, write a thousand miles of momentum.

Southeast, northwest, Wan'er current, spring, summer, autumn and winter, born under the knife. ’

Qin Huai's works can 'write thousands of miles of momentum with the scenery at hand'!

Qin Huai's works are carved into bones and charm.

began to pay attention to momentum, mind, and law.

The tip of the knife is between light and heavy, fast and slow, strong and weak, lifting, frustration, and obedience, giving birth to the four seasons, morning and twilight, wind and rain, and bright and obscure......

In the carving again and again, Qin Huai seemed to become a tree, growing and dying with the trees.

He touched the truest beauty of wood!

And his hands, sincerely showing the silence of the wood.

Compared with the simplicity and crudeness of modern tools, Qin Huai's meticulous craftsmanship has a little more temperature, and also a little more interrogation and in-depth study of wood.

"Forgot to shoot documentary material!"

Shang Ya suddenly felt heartache, such a good picture, it was really a terrible thing if she didn't shoot it!

Shang Ya wanted to get up and move the camera.

But I was afraid of missing the wonderful moment, so I pouted in confusion.

'Don't shoot anymore, I'll shoot again next time.' Can't miss a moment. ’

Shang Ya was firm, and at this moment, a thin layer of sawdust had accumulated on the whole piece of wood, and Shang Ya couldn't help but blow a breath.

Sawdust was sprinkled one after another, revealing the full picture of the ancient locust tree.

Forehead.

Shang Ya was startled, she seemed to have disturbed Qin Huai's carving!

Will you be scolded?

I'm so scared!

Qin Huai paused, and glanced at Shang Ya.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

Shang Ya wiped the sweat from her forehead, a little at a loss.

"Little thing, I've finished carving the ancient locust tree. ”

Qin Huai shook his head and touched Shang Ya's soft hair, Shang Ya was privileged after all.

Seeing this, Shang Ya smiled.

Qin Huai's gaze continued to fall on the wood carving, and he also followed Shang Ya's example, blowing a breath and blowing away all the fine wood chips.

For Fang Cai's carving, Qin Huai was very satisfied.

"Wow, your carving isn't a green leaf, but it's so realistic.

I can see the thin veins, and there seems to be a naturally growing grid!"

Shang Ya came over to admire, is this the super ancient locust tree in the article?

It seems to be perfectly restored!

This tree alone made her yearn for the fantasy kingdom hidden under the tree.

After praising Qin Huai twice, Shang Ya sat back on the wooden chair, obediently not making a sound, she was looking forward to what kind of scene it would be when it was completely carved.

But.

Qin Huai didn't even continue carving, but stood up and walked to a tool cabinet in the study.

"What are you doing?"

Shang Ya looked at Qin Huai suspiciously, and took out an electric drill......

Electric drill?!