"The scenery of Zhushan is really beautiful, and the growth of bamboo is also very gratifying..."

Everyone stood up to clean up. Lu Zian was about to ask Chen Mange to come over with her big bag when he heard someone calling him.

"Mr. Lu?"

He turned around and saw a group of people walking towards this side.

I looked carefully and found it very well. I seemed to know everyone, but I didn’t seem to know anyone.

The middle-aged man walking in the front seemed very happy to see him and walked over quickly: "Oh, it's such a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Lu here."

While trying hard to search for his appearance in his mind, Lu Zian responded with an embarrassing and polite smile: "Ah, it's quite a coincidence..."

The man was not angry, but still smiled and said, "I, Tan Bojing, have you forgotten? Just the opening ceremony a few days ago! I am the third one sitting on your left, do you remember?"

Oh, it turned out to be a special guest, Lu Zi'an smiled a little more clearly: "Of course I remember, Mr. Tan..."

"Yes, it's me." Tan Bojing introduced him to more than a dozen people behind him: "This Mr. Lu is very talented and very good. Don't look at his youth, his skills are indeed unspeakable. He is the youngest special guest at this Winter Expo!"

Everyone who followed him praised him repeatedly, which was simply a praising him to death, making Lu Zian a little helpless.

"Huh? What is this?" But Tan Bojing saw the bamboo tube in Lu Zi'an's hand and said curiously: "This is bamboo..."

Lu Zian nodded: "It's bamboo carving."

"Hey? Aren't you a wood carving? How can you do bamboo carvings?" Tan Bojing was quite puzzled.

Lu Zian smiled: "Well... I understand a little."

"Hiss...Slow down." Tan Bojing frowned and stared at him: "I don't seem to understand this skill of swords... What is this engraved? Which poem is engraved? I feel that the artistic conception is very profound..."

Well, what he is like at this moment is the bamboo forest in front of him. I don’t know where he can see the profound artistic conception.

Lu Zian played with the bamboo tube. Although Tan Bojing was familiar with him, he was quite interesting. He didn't want to refute his face in public, so he nodded: "Yes, it's a poem, it's..."

"Oh, don't say it, don't say it."

Tan Bojing smiled, straightened his back and pretended to be mysterious: "Looking at this work, it should be not completed yet. Why don't you continue to do it? Let's guess how poetic the painting is? It's not too early to treat it. I'll see that the restaurant at the foot of the mountain is pretty good!"

Everyone who followed him naturally agreed: "Yes, I used to read paintings and poems, but I was tired of playing. Now I'm quite interesting to read paintings and guess poems."

"We are all specializing in this. Lao Tan will not say that we bullied you later! Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed loudly and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Lu Zian had nothing to be upset about. Anyway, he had done half of it, so he sat down again.

It turns out that these people are from poetry clubs, all retired old men. They just watch the scenery and recite poems and paintings everywhere every day without anything. It is quite interesting.

Tan Bojing is the head of the Tan family in Dongyang Zhumian. He often comes to Zhushan. Today, he is also a gathering of old friends. Speaking of the beautiful scenery of Zhushan, he came to accompany them to travel around the mountains and rivers.

Lu Zi'an lifted up the knife and carved bamboo with painting methods. He moved the knife smoothly and delicately.

The bamboo carvings have a complete and coordinated structure. Although it is shallow, it still has soft and gentle ups and downs, and the bamboo is elegant and elegant. With just a few cuts, it outlines the dock and the pavilion facing the lake.

The green bamboo and clear water make this pavilion look particularly quiet, elegant and elegant, with a high-end and elegant style, and a sense of being far away from the hustle and bustle.

Everyone couldn't help but frown slightly, what kind of poem is this...

Green bamboo, lake, pavilion, dock...

Someone whispered: "Is it because of the Dongwu ten thousand miles of ship?"

"No, it's not like." A person next to him shook his head: "It's early spring, and it shouldn't be green bamboo, it should be green willow."

Everyone else was looking at the picture of the bamboo carvings, but Tan Bojing's eyes were stuck to the carving knife in Lu Zi'an's hand for a long time and could not be removed.

This sword skill!

The shallow carving, profound, the best of both the green, the skill of the sword is delicate and comprehensive, and the switching between various skills is easy. He has seen so many people carving, except Master Bai, he has never seen anyone who uses the sword technique so vividly!

Moreover, because Lu Zi'an's calligraphy and painting foundation is solid, his bamboo carvings are elegant and quiet, and he has a master's style.

When he gently scraped off the thorns and blew off the dregs with his fingertips, the whole work was completed.

On the picture is a bamboo dock with phoenix tails, which is so quiet that it is beyond the dust of the world.

The thick clouds were still deposited, and the lateness of the frost left a few withered lotus leaves dancing in the wind, sounding like autumn rain.

There is a large area of ​​blank space on the right, which gives people space to imagine, as if the vague bamboo patterns in the distance have been transformed into several layers of mountains and rivers and several cities.

Tan Bojing couldn't help but silently recite in his heart: The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water is clear, and the lovesickness is far away from the city. The autumn shade does not dissipate the frost and flies at night, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain.

Li Shangyin's poems can only be experienced and savored, but this bamboo carving carefully depicts the artistic conception and emotions of the whole poem, which is really rare...

"Yu? Lao Tan, you can't be slutty, hahaha."

Tan Bojing was pushed by someone before he came to his senses and smiled: "I guessed it long ago... Mr. Lu's sword skills are so superb, I'm so fascinated by it."

Everyone laughed kindly: "I'm afraid I can't think of it and are worried, right? You said you guessed it, but you said, which poem is coming out of this monument?"

Lu Zian smiled slightly and handed the bamboo tube over: "Mr. Tan."

"Ah, OK." Tan Bojing took it in his hand. Looking closer, he felt that the carving technique was delicate and unique, and the overall elegance was elegant, giving people a peaceful visual sense, but if you appreciate it like this, you will feel extremely exquisite.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt happy. Guo Bojing sighed softly: "Okay, this carving is like flowing water..."

"Oh, don't be praising Mr. Lu's sculptures for now. Just say, what poem is he doing now!" These old men all looked like they were watching the show.

Guo Bojing raised his eyebrows: "Of course, I can keep the dry lotus and listen to the sound of rain! Don't tell me you didn't see it!"

"Hahahaha, he really saw it." Everyone laughed.

But Guo Bojing became more and more happy: "Oh, look at this line! This composition! I'll look at it..."

He raised the bamboo tube and narrowed his eyes: "It's just this railing that looks like a wooden one..."

"How could it be? What we are standing here is made of bamboo, how could it be wooden?" Someone laughed at him and reached out to take a closer look.

"Oh, it seems to be really muddy..." He pushed the reading glasses: "This shouldn't be, it doesn't seem to be glued... Oh, look, this."

They passed on each other, turned the bamboo tube over and looked over and over. Finally, Tan Bojing looked at Lu Zian in confusion: "Mr. Lu, you..."

"Yes, this is a new skill called carving indiscriminately." Lu Zian smiled slightly and sorted out his sleeves: "It's like a wood, and it's bamboo and wood blend together, and it's hard to distinguish between true and false."

"The carvings of the real thing... are indeed exquisite!" Tan Bojing couldn't help but hold them tightly: "Mr. Lu, can you give up this? I really like it."

"..." Lu Zian said that this is really a purely handmade work and he never thought about selling it. After all, he was still teaching it before...

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Tan Bojing hurriedly said, "Sorry, if it is inconvenient..." and handed the work back.

Lu Zian shook his head and reached out to take it. He said, "It's not that what I mean, it's just that this is purely a hand-practice work, and I can't count it."

"A hand-practice work?" Tan Bojing was really surprised. He had already handed it to Lu Zi'an and clenched it with a heartache. He couldn't bear to let go: "You won't want to throw it away, do you?"
Chapter completed!