The host consciously said it very well and was quite content with the title, waiting for everyone's admiration.

He is not talking nonsense. There is a layer of white thing in Ren Ruhua's work, which should be the idea of ​​Frost Descendant?

Unexpectedly, Ren Ruhua shook her head and said in a rough voice: "I, I don't use this song for my work. I use Nalan Xingde's "A Journey to Changxiang Si Mountain". The mountain is a journey, the water is a journey, and the body is walking towards the banks of Yuguan. The night is late, the wind is updated, and the snow is updated, and the dream of the hometown is broken will not come true. There is no such sound in the hometown."

Ren Ruhua is 1.8 meters tall and strong. Her sleeves are half rolled between her arms. She doesn't look like she is carved. She seems to be able to go down the field by just stroking her trousers. It's hard to imagine that he has such a slender appearance. Can he really integrate this graceful poem into his work?

With such doubts, the camera was directed at his works.

He chose pineapple wood. He boldly left a thin layer of white skin on the surface of the wood, but it was hollowed out below, making depressions and bulges everywhere. From a distance, it really looked like thousands of tents.

Along the undulating curve of the wood, a messy wood below was pointed into a dilapidated city by him with just a few cuts. It was not very obvious. He didn't even cut the place where it needed fine outline. He let the white skin cover everything, just like white snow burying everything.

"Okay!" Master Li slapped the table and looked bright: "Let me see..."

He felt that he was not watching it on the big screen enough, so he simply stood up and walked onto the stage to appreciate it carefully.

"This is a real freehand painting. The knife is erect and the meaning is not similar. The style is light and simple, natural and elegant. You use the texture of the wood itself to highlight the theme. Young people, you have a lot of ideas!" Master Li carefully learned about the entire work. Every time he saw the exquisiteness, he stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction.

Especially when I saw the city covered by wind and snow, I even strode my hands and applauded: "The knife is like a mountain and a river, and there is a vast and vast northern distant state. I didn't expect that there would be such a capable person in this competition. I think..."

I think the champion is yours.

The second half of the sentence was almost blurted out, but suddenly I remembered Lu Zi'an, and my tongue touched the tip of my lips and teeth and swallowed it back.

Yes, where is Lu Zi'an?

He looked back and saw that the curtains were heavy, Lu Zi'an's eyes were cold and his expression was calm, but he was not affected by them at all.

Lu Zi'an waved his carving knife lightly in his hand, skillfully using the method of cutting in ink paintings. A piece of hard ebony turned into soft silk in his hand, allowing him to play it at will without any obstacles.

All kinds of skills seemed to be picked up in his hands, and he was confident, and the whole work was completed in one go!

Because the knife is extremely fine, he doesn't even need to polish it carefully. He just slightly grinds off the rough and sharp corners and then slaps off the debris: "Mine is done too."

He was the last one to do it, but the second one to complete it, and he used ebony. This speed put some pressure on others, and some people even had time to look up and entered a more intense creation.

Although ebony is extremely heavy, because Lu Zian's piece of ebony is not big, he can be held by one person.

The staff moved his work to the stage, but when they looked back, they found that Lu Zian had not followed him.

"Hey? Mr. Lu..." The host was a little confused.

Lu Zi'an nodded quietly: "You can read it first, I still have one work that has not been completed."

He is really going to make two pieces at a time? Everyone looked at each other.

The host looked at the time hesitantly: "Mr. Lu... only one hour left..."

"Well, it's too late." Lu Zian nodded slightly at him, and his eyes turned to another piece of wood.

Master Li lowered his eyes and stared at Lu Zi'an's ebony work, with a serious expression, but he did not speak rashly.

Lu Zian didn't send it in person, and he didn't even get up. If he had such an attitude in the past, he would have been very angry, but now he is not angry at all.

Lu Zian didn't say the name of this work, but he just needed to take a look, and just one glance, the three words were already between his lips.

"Yu Lin Ling"

Lu Zian carved the pavilion and willow trees very seriously. Although there was no one in the picture, every detail showed traces of human existence.

Either half a cup of sake in the pavilion, or the orchid boat that was about to be released, the unpredictable black patterns of ebony itself are like famous mountains and rivers, like flowing clouds and flowing water, better than jade Qiong Yao. Under Lu Zi'an's knife, it seemed that the whole picture was rendered into a desolate feeling, full of bleakness and melancholy.

If Ren Ruhua's works are real and real, meaning the scenery first, then Lu Zi'an's works are real and real, which is set off by scenery and profound artistic conception. It is clear at a glance which is higher and which is lower.

Master Li watched "Yu Linling" for a while, and was shocked in his heart. He turned around and looked at Lu Zi'an. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe that such a work that perfectly integrates realistic and freehand painting was actually written by Lu Zi'an.

[Haha, look confused.jpg. This expression is super good, cut it into an emoticon package.]

[He is doubting himself and life.]

[The anchor is closer, and the master can't even see the master's works clearly, so he can only barely see the pavilion...]

Zou Kai was also helpless: "You can't get closer. If you get closer, I will climb onto the stage."

"Hey, Brother Kai." But Bai Shuhang took a picture of his shoulder: "Come with me, you can get closer to the scene when you walk here."

They walked around the stage, and there was a ladder at a corner of the backstage. Bai Shu took aerial shot of the ladder: "Go up, I'll help you."

【Go up, whatever you want.】

Zou Kai coughed and was about to climb, but suddenly Fuzhi came to his heart: "Is there such a big stir just now? Is it possible..."

He said how could it be so loud that it suddenly became so loud? It turned out that this guy was making trouble.

"Hehe." Bai Shuhang's ghost spirit shrew at him: "You can only understand it, not express it in words!"

"Hey, you kid, okay." Zou Kai climbed up with a smile.

Master Lu is their benefactor. How could he sit back and watch him be bullied, fan the flames and set the rhythm? He has been the most skilled since childhood, and it is not difficult at all. Bai Shuhang chuckled and scratched his head: "Basic operation, basic operation."

At the same time, other contestants also completed their creations. Each of them had their own unique features. Some focused on freehand painting, while others focused on realistic thinking. Those who could reach this point were not ordinary people. They were simply a hundred flowers competing for beauty, and the stage was very lively.

The judges finally restored their cultural heritage and gave detailed reviews of each work.

But without exception, the first place chosen by everyone is "Yu Linling".

Bai Shuhang raised his eyebrows: "Hey, Old Man Li actually chose Master Lu's work as well..."
Chapter completed!