Different from the soft rice paper dyed with ink, charcoal must be on thick cardboard in order to depict it far more meticulously than Gongbi.

With her cheeks puffed out and her mouth pouted, Gayoko waved her lotus-like arms in a huff. The bamboo charcoal pen sandwiched between the tips of her fingers sprinkled grains of black sand on the shiny white cardboard. So the tail of the fish was upturned with scales, the pelvic fin was cut under the waves, the two feet long whiskers hooked the algae at the bottom of the pool, and three or two drops of water splashed the peach on the Shoushi rockery. Gayoko finally raised her little hand, tilted her head and looked carefully at the red phosphorus carp shaking her head and tail in Huaqing Pond, then took a deep breath and finally put the finishing touch. Just like the orioles singing green river willows, the night rain kicked the plantains, and the dead things on the paper suddenly came to life, only to see the white cardboard: the half-bent clear pond water around a pile of carved stones, the three-foot-long ichthyosaurus bent its back, as if it was about to break the water and come out, and it seemed to want to lie dormant down. The broad scales on the gills are connected to form a thick armor, and the thin scales at the base of the tail form sharp spears. The whites of the eyes are comfortable and lazy, and the black benevolence is the looming Fenghao.

What a red phosphorus carp in Huaqing Pond, and a black arowana on white cardboard.

Gayoko looked at her painting seriously, then patted the carbon black on the cuff with satisfaction, and jumped off the small wooden pier with a "hey", and the ponytail was thrown so that it was called an arrogant.

"I'm done drawing, now it's your turn!Don't think that I broke my sister's knife inexplicably, just think that I am a great one, I'm not afraid of you!

Master Meng stood quietly, he didn't expect this pungent and cute little girl to actually draw a red phosphorus carp that was also both divine and strange. As if he was destined to carve it out of Huaqing Pool under her gaze, he carved it into his father's mouth!

In this case, then take the sword!

The right hand pulls out the left sleeve, the withered locust rotten wood is the handle, and the black iron essence is the blade, which is a carving knife.

"Hehe, little master's little loach!" Chen Fengshi is a god, but he doesn't respect Sanqing, he doesn't worship the Bodhisattva, but he just touches the temples and temples in the mountains and caves. A few layers of soil on the ground in front of the Buddha, a few grasses on the old monarch's house, Chen Fengshi knows better than those monks and Taoists who serve the gods. He is still a lewd talent, but he does not covet the pheasant in the hook fence, or the phoenix in the pavilion, but his mouth is full of meat words and songs, which makes people feel that this guy is definitely not a good bird.

Meng Yiwei's carving knife is called "Little Loach", I don't know how many times Chen Fengshi has laughed at it, of course he won't let it go this time, "Little Master's little loach, ha~hahaha", laughing quite **!

Meng Xiaofu was far away, and he didn't hear Chen Fengshi's cheap smile, otherwise most of the bamboo poles in his hands would be knocked or swept vertically. He slowly walked to the edge of the pool, crouched down, rolled up his cuffs again, and stretched his long arms into the water. Fingertips enter the water, but there is not a ripple.

The red phosphorus carp swam slowly around the slender fingers of the little master, who touched the smooth scales of the red carp and stroked it gently.

"Ah, why doesn't the red general bite or run away?" said the little seventh princess in surprise, the usually alert and fierce red phosphorus carp has now turned into a docile fish swimming in the palm.

"It's the rhythm, Master Meng's hand is imitating the rhythm of the water, and the red fish can't notice a palm sticking in from the water, and only thinks it's the water flowing around him!" Bai Yue actually sighed in response, at this time he stopped drinking, and his eyes stared at the figure by the water for a moment.

Meng Yiwei went into the water to fish, but in fact he was just pretending to be blind, otherwise he was a blind man, how could he carve out the head and tail of the red phosphorus carp as a matter of course? After doing enough work, a ripple popped out of his fingers, and the red phosphorus carp was frightened and slipped away. The blind boy used a cotton towel to absorb the water stains in his hands, and then touched the prepared wood thoroughly. Then, the black "little loaches" cut through the mottled wood grain.

"Wang Xiaozamao, don't stay under the table and pretend to be quails, get up and see, what is the painting of the little girl, is the chance of Meng Xiaofuzi's victory?" Qin Boji is a veritable martial arts idiot, but he is also a genuine vulgar and reckless man, he doesn't know how to distinguish the advantages and disadvantages of the paintings, but he just sees the fish in the painting of the little girl, and the carp in the pond in the Taiqing Palace, it is really outrageous, so he is not only slightly worried about the little master in his own academy!

"Where are the paintings, where are the paintings?" came a mess of yellow hair from under the case. Wang Jinzhi was born with blonde hair and brown eyes, if it weren't for the delicate eyebrows and nose peaks with the soft facial contours, he would really look like a barbarian from the Western Continent. In fact, the physical appearance of the men of the Wang clan is a little different from ordinary people, for example, he is also one of the seven teachers of the academy, and when the king of the world and history goes to the ruins, he has silver hair and yellow hair hanging down his temples, and a pair of blue eyes are as bright as a civet cat. Wang Fuxu is Wang Jinzhi's master and father, and Wang Laozamao's nickname was passed on to Wang Xiaozamao.

Today, Wang Jinzhi, who is known as "specializing in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, music, and tea, and grabbing the world's elegance for seven points", was originally the best choice for the academy and his party to deal with Wenbi, but unfortunately a cup of yellow soup was put into his stomach, and he shook off his elegant breath, and even went to the case to dream of spring and autumn. At this moment, he was woken up by Qin Mangfu, and his head was still buzzing with the honey of the peaks, but compared to just now, he was also a little more sober.

Shen Stick Chen was quite kind at this time, and gave Wang Jin a cup of cold tea. The water moistens the throat, the mind is cool and sobers, and the "Seven Absolute Sons" can be regarded as fixing the fluttering mind.

"Is this a painting made by a little doll?" Wang Jinzhi, who came back to his senses, couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the drawing board standing by the pool. "The pen power is a little immature, but the painting is delicate to the extreme, not only the shadow outline of the plane, but also the fullness of the three-dimensional, but also the charm of the moment. I don't want to, just an island country, just a small girl, there is already such a skill!" Wang Jinzhi sighed as he shook his head full of grass.

"So powerful, isn't that little master going to lose?" Qin Boji asked anxiously.

"Will the little master lose? You must know that the little master's little loach is very powerful!" Chen Fengshi received lewdly.

"What are the odds?" Liu Buyu, who had no food to enjoy, also remembered the reputation of the academy in his heart.

"Heavenly Tao cycle, yin and yang turnover. The extreme, can be sharp, not perfect!" Wang Jinzhi said leisurely, "This island painting technique is like a ghost photography method, and it really pushes the realism of imitation to the extreme, and this kind of realism is beyond my reach." "However, it is precisely because it pursues too much of a glance and a moment of accuracy that it has exhausted the agility of the overall spread and the charm of the front and back. Look at this island country's bamboo charcoal painting, just to see it, although it is really good-looking, but it is not durable. Looking at my Da Yu's ink painting is for the sake of thinking, aiming to trace the traces and traces of the Tao hidden in the painter. ”

"Hey, what are you doing so mysteriously? Just tell me simply, is it a win or a loss?" Qin Boji listened to the fog, he ignored the reasoning, and only wanted to understand whether he won or lost.

"The little master carved the painting with a knife, which was originally like the comparison between the fairy riding the turtle and the old man fishing for turtles, although the skills are also similar, but there are still many inappropriate ones. That very powerful little girl can be regarded as the old girl in the lake, but she has already caught turtles and made a dish, and it is very delicious, full of a pot of rice wine. Of course, the little master is an immortal in the sea, but the giant tortoise is also an extraordinary thing, whether it is controlled or overturned, it depends on the means of the immortals!" Wang Jinzhi is like a male peacock who only works hard to open the screen, which is even more mysterious.

"You little miscellaneous hair, can you speak human words, what kind of coquettish are you doing here! Clearly, what are the odds?" Qin Boji was finally driven crazy by Wang Jinzhi's flowery words, grabbed the miscellaneous hair on Wang Jinzhi's head, and asked directly.

Wang Jinzhi was pulled and grinned, "Alas~, alas~, let go, let go! I can't see the difference between victory and defeat!"

Chen Fengshi was not authentic this time, and picked up the cup again with a wicked smile, but the cup was not green tea but turbid wine, and took advantage of Wang Jinzhi's restraint, pinched his nose, and poured it down. So, Wang Jinzhi went back to the case!

The nonsense here did not affect the blind boy who quietly took out the knife, just as Wan Qilang said, the movements of the little master of the academy seemed to fit a certain rhythm.

Vertical knife to pull out a mark, horizontal knife to cut off a line. The oblique knife is rolled again, and it is a piece of lin.

Sawdust is like snowflakes swirling in the north wind, floating in the steaming water vapor of Huaqing Pond, like flying elves.

The long whiskers of the ichthyosaur that were shoehorned from the wooden fibers between his fingers, and the blind man sharpened them more rounded with the grooves on the hilt. Then the thumb hooked the index finger, and the tip of the beard was curled, and the three-foot wood carving in the child's hand was also vivid.

A reed put the knife into his sleeve, picked up the carved work, and gently threw it into the Huaqing Pond.

The deity ichthyosaur in the pond was so frightened that it hid at the bottom of the water, while the fake wooden fish floated and rose with the spring water, and in a moment it was pushed to the edge of the curtain by the overflowing water.

At this time, a surprising scene occurred, the dead thing that was obviously carved out of wood suddenly came to life, and the fish's tail actually swayed violently, and it knocked a large cluster of water on the water behind him. With the thrust of the shock, the red phosphorus carp carved from wood crossed the six-foot small cliff and flew towards the outside of the Taiqing Palace!

"Ah, how can the knife in this man's hand carve the soul of a living being?" exclaimed many of the guests.

"The little master may really be an immortal!" Liu Buyu, who was dumbfounded, muttered to Qin Boji, who was also stunned.

"Impossible, there is no immortal Buddha in the world, it is impossible!" Chen Fengshi, the god stick, was surprisingly serious.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know the ingenuity involved!" a pale face of the academy Tiangongfu lecturer interjected solemnly. Seeing that a group of strange and famous teachers from the academy looked at him together, the young lecturer swallowed and foamed, and quickly explained: "In fact, the magic lies in the wood, the wood selected by the little master is called Shen Jun Silkworm Tomb Beech, which is produced in southern Xinjiang, and it is a strange thing created by Shen Jun Beech and Zen Silkworm Tomb together. Shenjun beech is an extremely dense wood, which sinks when it enters the water, and cannot be used as a raw material for shipbuilding, but it is the first choice for Nanyun Miao to build a walled city, because although the dense weight makes it impossible to carry people to wade through water, it also makes it as hard as gold and iron. Not to mention insect and rat bites, even if the axe and machete chop, they can only leave a few traces. However, there is a kind of small pig that is born with sharp mouthparts, and every time it is time to make a cocoon and turn into a butterfly, it will bite a small hole in the skin of the Shen Jun beech, burrow into the heart of the tree, expand the hole the size of a fist, and then spit out mucus to block the exit, and then close the dead pass inside, and the butterfly will come out of nirvana, and the failure will be silent and death. Just like the old monk sitting in the Dharma cave and participating in Zen, so these little insects got the nickname of 'Zen silkworm'. ”

The young lecturer paused, and wanted to take a drink of the teacup on the case, but when he saw the impatient look on Qin Mangfu's black face, he was so frightened that he retracted his hand, and he didn't dare to show off his knowledge anymore, and then continued, "This Shen Jun Silkworm Tomb Beech, that is, the cave where the 'Zen silkworm' committed itself to the rebirth of the butterfly, has become a 'tomb in the wood' where the corpse is hidden. In fact, there are only two points, one is that the Shen Jun beech of the 'Tomb in the Wood' will not sink to the bottom, after all, it has a hollow heart, although it is not enough to jump on the water, but it can show the dynamics of floating and diving with the waves of the water, and from a distance, it looks like a creature in the water. The second is that the "hollow belly" of the Shen Jun beech has become a "spirit" of the "mouthful", and every humid and sultry summer night in southern Xinjiang, the Shen Jun beech forest will hear intermittent firecrackers. This is because the hollows in the wood are soaked in water vapor, and when the weather is hot, they will continue to expand, and eventually the trunk will burst open and crackle like firecrackers. ”

It seems that Meng Xiaozi's coaxing methods rely on such rare things, but in the meantime, you still want to talk about it in detail?" It turned out that Old Master Cao was returning from a nap at this time, and he happened to hear the strange things of Shen Jun Beech and the Zen Silkworm Tomb.

The young apprentice first bowed to Cao Zhengdao, and then replied, "As Master Cao said, Master Meng skillfully used the simulacrum of the beech of the Shenjun silkworm tomb to imitate the posture of the red carp swimming in the water to the fullest. What's even more exquisite is that the little master deliberately left the 'silkworm tomb' at the fishtail, and cut the 'tomb wall' into a thin layer. When the woodcarved fish enter the water, the Huaqing Pond, which is getting hotter and hotter in autumn, is like a summer night in southern Xinjiang, so that the water vapor in the 'silkworm tomb' suddenly swells through the fine scales at the tail of the fish, so the air rushes to the water, and the strange scene of the wooden fish swinging its tail and jumping over the dragon gate is steep!"

The old master of the academy here was sighing after listening to the story, but the little master of the academy over there looked at the wooden scale carp that was broken to the ground and was silent.

The woodcarved fish, in order to jump, had already blown off its tail, and then rose high into the air, then fell heavily, and finally hit the palace pillar of the coiling dragon, so the beard fell, the fins were broken, and only the round rumbling body rolled out on the floor, and finally hit the high threshold of the Taiqing Palace.

"Still can't do it?" I let you fly and escape, but you still can't break out of this door!

"Hmph, what's the big deal, isn't it still broken!" Gayoko nodded and said unconvinced, but there was still some frustration in her words.

"Daizi, if you are unreasonable, you will go back to the female official to receive the punishment!" Sugawara Qiongzi scolded immediately, and said gently to the blind boy who stood with his head bowed, "The carving knife in the child's hand has turned decay into magic, and we will bow to the wind!" The outcome of this game has been decided. ”

In the second game, knife to bamboo, knife wins!