"I didn't expect that our Chinese people would have a genius like my friend. I wonder where my friend's teacher?" As Tang Tianyou said, Brother Zhao fell to the ground, Old Bai on the side suddenly spoke, looking very curious.

Tang Tianyou was only eighteen years old, but his carving skills had reached a state of excellence, and he could even carve out the charm of the stone carvings.

Although the talent of the carving industry is very important, if you don’t have a master with enough weight, no matter how good your talent is, you may not be able to show it.

No matter how he wanted to break his head, he even matched the legendary carving master with his name, but until now he really couldn't think of anyone in China who could teach such an outstanding disciple.

With this, even Zhao Chongping flashed a little curiosity in his eyes. Faced with the gaze of the two, Tang Tianyou's face suddenly showed a hint of hesitation.

"What, if you have any inconvenience, it's better not to mention it, but I asked a little abruptly." Seeing Tang Tianyou's hesitation, Old Bai was stunned and waved his hand quickly with a smile.

"Actually, this matter is not inconvenient." Hearing this, Tang Tianyou smiled and said, "Because even if I say my master's name, I'm afraid you won't know you."

"It's okay, my friend, tell me, see if it's the person we know?" Hearing Tang Tianyou's words, Old Bai felt relieved. Fortunately, this words did not touch someone's injuries.

"The master who taught me the carving skills is called Baihuzi." Tang Tianyou said.

"Whitebeest? Is it a nickname?"

Whether it is Zhao Chongping or Old Bai, they all have confusion on their faces and big question marks appear on their heads. This name is unfamiliar and has never heard of it.

"Yes, this is indeed just a nickname, because the master has never mentioned his name, but he has a small bunch of iconic white beards on his mouth, so I called him Whitebeard." Tang Tianyou laughed secretly. How could they have heard of the name of Whitebeard? After all, Whitebeard is a person from another world.

"So that's it." Mr. Zhao and Mr. Bai nodded suddenly, "But why has he never mentioned his name? Did he forget it?"

"I did forget it." Tang Tianyou sighed, "My master is already obsessed with carving skills. He has been pursuing the pinnacle of stone carving art all his life, and has reached the state of forgetting both things and me. Even his name has been forgotten."

After hearing this, everyone present was respectful. Master, this is a real master. He is neither for fame nor for profit, but simply likes, obsessed with stone sculptures, and works hard to create. In the end, except for stone sculptures, he even forgot his own name. How admirable is this spirit?

If it wasn't really obsessed with it, if it wasn't for the heartfelt fanaticism of this art, who could do this for decades?

In a trance, they seemed to see an old man with gray hair sitting outside a spacious courtyard, which was filled with stones of various shapes. Not far from this is a mountain range covered with mountains, lush and lush, and occasionally a few cheerful mountain birds singing.

He held a sharp flat knife in his hand and sat on a light yellow wooden stool thirty centimeters tall, with his old body slightly bent, and a stone was placed in front of him, with his eyes focused. In his eyes, the cold and thick stone was spiritual. He was not carving with a knife, but with his heart!

Every time he carved, the old man with a small white beard on his mouth was talking to the rocks. He fell in love with this "dialogue" and fell in love with the ancient traditional art of carving.

Don’t underestimate the ancient skill of carving. It requires bold creativity and ingenuity to integrate the times, politics, environment and art into a stone.

Not only do you need rich imagination and excellent originality, but you also need extremely advanced carving techniques, which require great wisdom and superb skills that are easy to lift and proficient in between realistic and freehand painting.

This is the master!

However, only such an extreme master can teach a monster like Tang Tianyou. After all, he is an eighteen-year-old master of carving. How can he not be a monster?

"I wonder which genre your master's carving skills belong to? This kind of skills seems to be rare." After a long time, Old Bai came to his senses and asked curiously.

That's right? According to Mr. Bai's years of experience and knowledge, in China, no, even in the whole world, the unique lines and marks of this stone carving are so coherent and smooth, completely different from the known carving style, and seem to have reached the level of being a unique one.

"It's not rare, but it shouldn't have really appeared in front of the world. It's different from any other stone carving genre in the world." Tang Tianyou said, "Because the master only carved with a flat knife and abandoned other tools, he was named: Flat knife flow!"

He glanced at the people present and Tang Tianyou smiled: "In this world, only the master and me who understand the flat knife school are the only ones who understand the master and me, and there are no one else."

Carving with a flat knife only?

Flat knife flow?!

Mr. Zhao and Mr. Bai were both shocked, their eyes were full of horror. It was incredible that they could carve the stone into a work with a charm with just a flat knife.

However, this explains why this work looks very coherent overall, and seems to have a sense of fluency and comfort in one go.

Because there is no need to help other tools, there is no need to destroy the smoothness of a certain part of the stone carving, making the concave and convex curved surfaces of some stone carvings more smooth and natural.

"This work is carved with only a flat knife? How is it possible?" Old Bai was still shocked.

"Brother Bai, I can't believe it too." Mr. Dong smiled bitterly, "But there really is such a magical carving technique in this world, because it is something I saw with my own eyes. I can only say that the master who created this technique is really amazing. I really feel ashamed of myself."

After hearing this, Old Bai could only accept this almost absurd fact. Although he had never seen it or heard it before, the facts were in front of him and he couldn't help but not believe it.

"I wonder if I can have the honor to meet your master?" Mr. Zhao suddenly spoke.

The others also looked at Tang Tianyou because they were really curious about this master and the strange folk people. What kind of legendary figure could have taught such an outstanding disciple?

"This..." Tang Tianyou hesitated for a moment, and then said, "In the past few years, my master had passed away, and now I can't see him even if I want to."

"I'm so sorry for this."

"Please mourn."

"Sad to be mournful and follow the changes..."

………

After hearing this, the people present changed their qualities, and then they showed a sense of shame and anxiety. They actually asked about the most painful part of the people. It was really not right.

"It's okay." Tang Tianyou shook his head and said, "My master was already 100 years old when he died. He lies in bed and falls asleep peacefully after carving a stone, and then dies in peace. He can be considered as having an old age."
Chapter completed!