To be honest, let alone a year or two, ten or a hundred years, just in just a while, I was so uncomfortable. However, I, who is a newcomer, dare not play around with my temper. I also have a craft. Since I cannot practice, practicing carving can be considered a waste of time. Search for "Roasted Book Handle" and read the new chapter of Drunk

I never expected that the old Taoist priest who made the Earth Demon so afraid came to me for a chat, which really shocked me.

The Demon said a lot, and the one I remember the most was that there was no small character here.

They are all big names with one word.

The old Taoist priest was one of the big ones. I was really flattered at his inquiry. I stood up in a hurry and replied nervously: "Yes, I'm sorry."

I turned the dagger around, aimed the tip of the knife at me, and handed it to him, saying that I don't know it's yours, I'll give it back to you

He waved his hand and smiled kindly, saying that this is not mine, it is that guy's.

I turned my head and saw a guy with a rabbit face sitting cross-legged, muttering endlessly, and ignoring us at all. I felt at ease and said hesitantly: "This is how, what are you asking me for?"

The old Taoist priest pointed to the stone statue that was pulled on my right hand and said, "I look familiar to you and show me."

How dare I disobey the old Taoist priest's instructions? I hurriedly handed over the stone statue that had just been released to him.

To put it bluntly, this stone statue is a figure, twenty centimeters long. Because I was irritated, it was not perfectly carved, but I had everything I should have, and most of the charm of the insects was portrayed. I saw the old Taoist priest looking at it, thinking, and couldn't help asking: "You know her."

The reason I asked this is because the old Taoist priest has been here for many years and he will definitely not know Chongzhong, but Chongzhong came here exactly like Chi Limei.

If he felt familiar with the stone statue, he might know Chi Limei.

And if he knows Chi Limei and is not an enemy, then I can follow the clues and rely on this relationship and hold the old Taoist priest's thigh. No matter what, it is better than being bullied.

but

No matter how hard you make a living, you can't live without this ghost place. If you think so, it's useless.

I felt a little sad, but I still kept smiling. However, the old Taoist priest frowned and thought for a long time, but shook his head and said that he looked familiar but couldn't remember it.

I said, please think about it carefully

The old Taoist priest returned the stone statue to me, sighed, saying that he had been here for too long, many things were the past, and it was useless to think about it, why bother me? Your skills are good, teach me.

I was stunned, but I didn't expect that the old man would ask me to learn the arts

This man is a big shot, and I am just a trick. I did not refuse rashly, but carefully tentatively: "Why do you have to learn these trivial things from me?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said that when he was talking about the past, he always felt that the right way to enter the world was the right way. He was meditating all day long and hoped to achieve enlightenment. However, when he really reached a certain level, he realized that this world was not what we imagined, and there were lies everywhere. When he recalled, it was this little thing that could temper people's minds. Speaking of which, I was not as good as my junior brother, and my junior brother's name came to his mouth, so why couldn't I say it?

As he spoke, he became confused. When I saw his ignorant and uncomfortable expression, I felt a little sad. This old Taoist priest might have been a dancing figure at the time, but now he is sometimes calm and sometimes confused, as if he is Alzheimer's disease, which is really pitiful.

Compared to him, I am far inferior to his cultivation and ambition. Maybe I will become a fool in no time.

I sighed and said, "If you want to learn, I will teach you."

The old Taoist priest showed a light like innocence in his eyes. He said yes, you say, let me listen.

I began to talk about my understanding of sculpture: "Sculpture originated from religious and social politics needs, and was ultimately used for the establishment of gods, so it usually becomes distorted and exaggerated, requiring concentration of all experiences, maintaining the stability of strength, and grasping the material."

My understanding of sculpture, in addition to the experience of the master Yelang in my dream, also has some information I found online later, and my understanding of sculpture on weekdays.

Because I have almost fully understood these things, they are very useful experiences when explaining them, especially when I suddenly learned that it only took a little time to go from strangeness to familiarity. Therefore, for understanding, it is more not the mysterious things like masters, but ordinary and ordinary processes, which leads to the teachings, eliminate mysterious insights, and add many practical operation techniques.

Simple, easy to learn, get started

Under my guidance, the old Taoist priest actually completed a very rough work after wasting four or five stone embryos.

I looked carefully and found that the stone statue was vaguely an old man who was bowing and smiling.

Who did I say he is

The old Taoist priest thought for a long time and told me that he was Tao Hongjing.

Who am I talking about Tao Hongjing

The old Taoist priest thought for a while, shook his head, and said he couldn't remember it.

I saw that his face was a little painful, as if he was sad for his bad memory, so I comforted him for a while, and suddenly remembered that Tao Hongjing had compiled the Zhenqi, the prime minister in the mountains who compiled the herbal scriptures, and lived in seclusion in Huayang.

The old Taoist priest's eyes lit up and said yes, yes, it's him, how did you know

I said Tao Hongjing was a senior expert in Maoshan, so I naturally knew.

When the old Taoist priest heard me, his eyes lit up, muttering "Maoshan, Maoshan" and his whole body began to tremble. I hurriedly supported him and said, "Senior, you're okay."

I looked down and saw that his face was covered in tears, making his beard wet.

I didn't know what to say, which touched the old man's sadness, but just supported him. After a long time, the old Taoist priest wiped away his tears, pointed to the work in his hand, and said, "Young man, have you seen Tao Hongjing's sculpture?"

I nodded and said I had seen it once.

I had indeed seen Tao Hongjing's statue in the Qingchi Palace in the Maoshan Secret Realm. Not only that, the sculpture of the Sanmao Patriarch was also real. Although it was just a rough view at that time, the memory of the practitioner was different from before. When you close your eyes, that scene could still appear in front of you.

The old Taoist priest excitedly grabbed my hand and said, "Young man, I can't remember it anymore. Can you help me carve it and give it to me for collection."

I said it's just a matter of effort, please wait.

After taking the semi-finished product from the old Taoist priest, I took the dagger again. I sat down cross-legged and stared at the semi-finished stone embryo, without falling knife for a long time.

This is because doing this requires getting rid of distracting thoughts and focusing on it.

I could feel that this stone statue of Tao Hongjing was a kind of important significance for the old man in front of me, which was similar to spiritual sustenance, and even the most firm reversal of his gradually blurred consciousness at this moment, so I was so cautious.

I hope to do it perfectly without any regrets.

After adjusting my breathing, I started to take the knife.

The dagger in my hand was like a painting wall, a wild and wild mob, antelope hanging its horns, and every move seemed so accurate.

At that moment, I was no longer me, no longer Lu Yan.

The unknown craftsman, Yelang, attached to my consciousness and began to manipulate my hands.

At the beginning, I took the knife quickly, but when the overall shape came out, my blade slowed down, and it became slower and slower. I didn't have a knife for a long time.

The golden sculpture I saw in the Maoshan Zongqingchi Palace was circling in my mind, and then I copied it here.

This is not a simple copy, but another form of creation.

One knife, one knife, one knife

I don’t know how long it took, but my last knife fell on Tao Hongjing’s eyes. With a gentle stroke, the eyes seemed to be opened, with red, yellow, green, and purple light bursting out and shining on me. I felt warm all over and felt vigorous, as if life had been sublimated.

I subconsciously wanted to look at the statue of the god, but found that my hands were empty, but I saw that the stone statue actually appeared in the hands of the old Taoist priest.

He stared at the stone statue tightly and murmured to himself: "It looks really like it."

I was a little stunned and said, "Senior, what does it look like?"

The old Taoist priest trembled all over and suddenly placed the stone statue respectfully on the ground, then knelt down in front of the stone statue, and said to the stone statue of Tao Hongjing: "I am stupid and have been confused for so many years, and I am really ashamed."

An unexpected thing happened. I saw a colorful light burst out from the stone statue's eyes, shining onto the old Taoist priest's head.

Immediately afterwards, a little man as big as a fist appeared above his head.

The little man was a baby, but his eyebrows were seventy-sixth-parted to this old Taoist priest. He opened his eyes and glanced at me, which seemed to have a profound meaning.

The scene was only a moment, and it stopped in a flash, and then the old Taoist priest put the stone statue into his sleeve.

The baby disappeared, too.

The old Taoist priest smiled and smiled slightly. The appearance of the fairy-like Taoist priest made people feel like spring breeze, and he couldn't stop his heart from being happy. At this moment, he gently waved his eyes and the noise around him suddenly subsided.
Chapter completed!