Do you think you are not inferior to Lu Zi'an?

Chongyun didn't even hold back and smiled: "It's great, it's true that I've made progress after winning a prize."

Recalling his shriveling self, Feng Wuxi couldn't help but lower his eyes and smiled: "At that time... the situation was different."

Under the circumstances at that time, anyone who stood in his position would be trembling.

After all, he was unknown at the time. Lu Zian was on live broadcasts and on TV, and he was very popular. What did he compare with others?

But now...

Feng Wuxi spread his hands and looked at the lines in his palms: "You are right. Destiny is in his own hands. Lu Zi'an's carving is good, and his intentions are good, but I'm not bad either."

He has been studying wood carving since elementary school and has a profound cultural heritage. He just practiced hard and did not show off.

Now that he has achieved great success, except for his reputation as Lu Zian, Lu Zian is probably not as good as him. He has great confidence in himself.

"Well, that's just right." Chongyun bent down and carefully observed every angle of a bamboo leaf: "This kind of opportunity is rare. Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Let's enjoy it together."

In an understatement, he directly made his and Lu Zian's position clear.

Or he now proposes the idea of ​​quitting, and even if he competes with Lu Zian in the future, it will be his own business.

Or... he has to represent Chongyun's position and be a conservative faction to compete with innovative factions like Lu Zian...

In terms of the root cause, he actually has a good impression of Lu Zian. If... maybe they can become good friends...

It's just a pity that they have different positions.

Feng Wuxi had struggled in his heart, but after looking at Chongyun's back and thinking about it over and over again, he finally lowered his eyelids and walked over slowly.

When he sat in the car, Ying Xuan began to feel the muscles in his shoulders and arms.

Lu Zian looked at him a few times and smiled: "Is it still showing off?"

"...Master." Ying Xuan felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay." Lu Zian reached out and picked up the toolbox and got out of the car directly.

Ying Xuan hurriedly chased after him: "Oh, master, how can you ask yourself to bring it up..."

"Okay, go back and let my dad rub it for you, otherwise your hand will hurt for a few days." Lu Zian didn't take this important point seriously and made quick steps: "Don't do such a stupid thing in the future."

It turns out that the master knew it... Ying Xuan scratched his head embarrassedly.

Zou Kai, who had parked the car, followed him. Seeing that it was Lu Zi'an carrying the tool box, he quickly rushed to catch up and asked him to bring it up: "Oh, Brother An, how can you pick up the tool box yourself? I'll do it."

Lu Zi'an looked calm: "It's okay, it's not serious."

"It's not okay if you don't have to be heavy. It's about style. Do you understand style?" Zou Kai said and turned around and talked to Ying Xuan: "Haha, Xiaoxuan, your performance on stage today is so great, I'm so laughing to death hahaha..."

At this time, Lu Zi'an had already opened the door. Zou Kai, who was dancing with his hands and feet, suddenly turned around. Before Lu Zi'an could remind him, Zou Kai bumped into the door.

"Oh, damn...I..." Zou Kai covered his head, and a national curse was about to be spoken, but he saw Lu Ma come out with a care-looking look on his face. The second half of the sentence forced him back and said wisely: "I, oh...oh, Jiangnan style..."

Lu Ma looked at him in surprise: "Xiao Zou, what are you doing? Singing with your head covered... What happened to the sound just now?"

"Hey, hey, that's...accompaniment!accompaniment!" Zou Kai had no shame and said that he bumped into the door, grinning in pain and wanted to ensure his image.

Because Chen Mange was not here, Lu Zian returned to the study after dinner.

Ying Xuan was forcibly stayed downstairs because of muscle soreness and weakness.

Lu Zi'an took out the wood carving "The Butterfly", opened the live broadcast room and sat down calmly: "Good afternoon, I'm going to continue to repair this wood carving, try to do it today...I'll take a look first..."

[Wow, Master is really very dedicated. Master, don’t you rest?]

【Yes, I feel like there is no holiday, I am busy every day.】

[Ha, in fact, this fully illustrates a problem: summer, autumn and winter in the world.]

Lu Zian inadvertently looked up and saw many people asking what they meant by asking. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised. After turning it up and taking a look, he didn't even hold back and laughed.

This time, the live broadcast room was even more explosive, and he asked him to explain it in various ways.

Lu Zian coughed lightly: "Well, this... I can only say that I am a normal man."

He had no explanation other than that.

The more you explain this kind of thing, the more trouble you are, it is better not to just say it.

Focusing his eyes on the wood, he picked up the carving knife and calmed down to continue to carve other repairs.

After the clouds were carved, he did not follow the ordinary method to repair the streamers.

After cutting out a large piece of arc-shaped wood with a round-mouth knife, he carefully trimmed the cut wood at the corners to make it consistent with the original gap of the wood carving. Then he picked a bulge and slowly carved it finely.

First, there are wings, and then the fine patterns on the wings. As the carving gradually increases, the wings gradually become thinner and transparent.

The most amazing thing is that when Lu Zi'an gently cut it with a triangle chisel, the two extra wood thorns became slightly bent under his repair. Looking closely, they turned out to be like a butterfly's tentacles, making the whole butterfly look lifelike and breathtaking.

After the other places were trimmed the same, only half of the wood left in Lu Zi'an's hand.

He roughly placed it near the wood carving and compared it for a while, and then thought for a while and divided the remaining wood into two halves with a knife.

The texture of clothes is the most complicated because it needs to be integrated with its own clothes, which requires the direction of the texture of the wood.

Lu Zian slowly dug the wood, and the rest of the room was fine, and the lines on the back and waist were outlined very perfectly, but Lu Zian found out with a headache that the wood was actually a little shorter.

At the shoulder blade behind the back, a small piece of wood carving raised, while his wood was a little lighter.

Lu Zi'an's gaze paused for a moment in that slight bulge, and suddenly took out the nuclear carving knife.

Seven-point natural success, three-point carving.

He thought, he already understood why this wood sculpture was destroyed.

This is a craftsman who has high requirements for himself. When he is about to complete a work, he finds that he cannot outline the images in his mind and is unwilling to spread defective products to the world and is ruthless.

Because this method of carving butterfly wings in the muscles is really too difficult.

At least it was difficult for that senior, because he had never been exposed to more refined carvings, such as nuclear sculptures.

Lu Zian pursed his lips slightly and carefully dug the small bulge with a serious expression.

Little by little, little bit of wood chips slowly fell, and the originally seemingly extremely inconsistent wood gradually became thinner and transparent under his fine carving.
Chapter completed!