Qu Duoduo next to him was watching him excitedly, but he was suddenly interrupted and gave him a look: "What's the nerve?"

"Cough, it's okay, it's okay." Zou Kai tried hard to curl his smile, and said with a serious face: "Really, I just suddenly remembered..."

[He is laughing at me for being an unreasonable person.]

Old and unreasonable? Is Feng Wuxi? Not quite young?

Qu Duoduo looked confused and thought carefully about what Feng Wuxi said, and his face suddenly turned red: "Damn Zou Kai, you are really helpless. You are like a mango. It's yellow on the outside and yellow on the inside!"

"Mango is good, it's better than pineapple." Zou Kai, who was next to him, coughed and saw that she was a little confused, he glanced at her side and said, "The outside of the pineapple is yellow, the inside is yellow, and the head is green."

【It really makes sense, I was speechless!】

Feng Wuxi was still talking about the past and present. The key point was that since this word was to match Master Gao’s door, he should choose older wood, and he should be used to make it old, and it is best to make some insect eyes or something.

It makes sense, but I feel something is wrong...

Ying Xuan next to him was so anxious that he stared at him. He wanted to argue but couldn't explain why, so he was so anxious that he could not go up and scratch his claws.

Chairman Yi cooperated with laughter a little awkwardly. He really didn't know much about such professional things. If he spoke rashly, he would make a laughing joke...

Others obviously have the same idea. After all, Feng Wuxi's qualifications are here, and even if he doesn't agree with his statement in his heart, he cannot directly object.

that is……

This person is so arrogant. Why is he so angry about his words?

Master, please stop grinding, why are you going to grind? Kill this person to death!

This is almost everyone present.

In their eagerness, Lu Zi'an slowly polished all four skirts, took off his mask, and then glanced at Feng Wuxi lightly in everyone's expectant eyes.

He folded his mask, his expression calm and his voice was cold: "Word Eyes? You are afraid you have misunderstood. Many doors that were in the same era as Master Gao or were much later, mostly broken, destroyed, scrapped, or will do so, but Master Gao's door will last forever."

Feng Wuxi's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen Gao Yingmei's works. He was immersed in carvings all year round, so where did he have time to travel around?

Besides, even if he had time, he wouldn't go to such an ordinary small village.

But the wooden door carved by Gao Yingmei has been around for at least a hundred years...

Feng Wuxi said stiffly: "The wooden door is not an iron door after all. Even if paint is painted, it is inevitable that the paint will be removed. Even if there are no insect eyes, it is normal to look old..."

"No." Lu Zi'an's eyes were like a torch, with a faint smile in his eyes: "The door of the Three Saints Palace is still bright in color and shines brightly."

Ying Xuan couldn't help but say in surprise: "Master Gao's works have not been around for a hundred years..."

In his impression, even if it is a well-preserved craft, it will inevitably be damaged. It is normal for paint and color to fade...

"Yes, it's been more than a hundred years." Lu Zi'an nodded: "A craftsman uses wooden knives as tools and craftsmanship as his soul. Art depends on the works to speak. Whether the works are good or not is impossible to determine whether the complexity of the carvings is just based on the answer. Only time can give the answer, and its judgment is the most fair."

Therefore, although Master Gao was miserable during his lifetime, people always remembered him.

Feng Wuxi thought something and suddenly raised his eyes and said hesitantly: "Then...Master Lu, what do you think is the difference between you and Master Gao?"

This question is a bit tricky. Although Lu Zian now wants to carve four doors, before the work is released, it will still be disgusting to say that he can stand shoulder to shoulder with Master Gao.

Because this is true of art, you can speak by your work. No matter how powerful you brag before the work is released, it will be useless.

Who believes it?

While wiping the carving knife clean, Lu Zian said lightly: "Someone once said that the difference between a craftsman and a master is that a craftsman carves simple wood into complex works, while a master removes the excess of wood according to his own genius."

He did not answer Feng Wuxi's question positively, but many people felt their faces burning.

Because many people are eager to get a master's name when they have achieved some success. Who cares about the county or municipal level? Let's start by calling it a name first.

So now that the industry is full of people, some people who can only carve some fragments and tricks can also be called masters, which has greatly reduced the value and confidence of the name of masters.

Yes, ask yourself, can they really be considered true masters?

This episode of the program came to an end in silence.

When Lu Zian was about to leave, Feng Wuxi found him and smiled slightly: "Master Lu, I admire your skills very much. I heard that you have also signed up for the National Arts and Crafts Competition. I hope we can compete with you again at that time."

Ying Xuan next to him glared at him, but Lu Zian just smiled leisurely, glanced at him lightly, and said in a deep voice: "I also hope to compete with your father-in-law justly."

The word "justice" hit Feng Wuxi's heart like a hammer.

Without seeing Feng Wuxi's blood-colored face, Lu Zi'an left in a drift.

Feng Wuxi returned to the stage in a daze. At this time, the entire venue was already quiet, and the lights under the stage were completely gone, and only a few wooden sculptures were left on the stage to illuminate these wood sculptures.

Several staff members behind him looked at him with fear and were ready to pounce on him at any time.

This is also the instructions given by Master. Although Feng Wuxi is very strong now and gives him face, he has to grasp this degree.

If he wants to destroy it, then they can't blame him...

The four skirts lie quietly on the workbench. The bamboo leaves carved on them look lushly in the distance, and the four lines of poetry composed of 28 Chinese characters are seen at the close.

The orioles sing thousands of miles away in green and red, and the wine flags are breeze in the water villages and mountains.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and so many towers in the mist and rain.

This is the real magical skill.

He thought in a daze that the door where Master Gao Yingmei stayed in the Three Saints Palace seemed to have also carved poems.

Feng Wuxi looked at the wood carving in a daze and murmured: "What poem did Master Gao carve..."

Someone behind him said in a deep voice: "Water surrounds the building and the boat rises from the holy palace, the two dragons have a prosperous vein, and the spring mountains are full of green and beautiful for thousands of years, so it is not a good thing for the painted green and dyed painters."

who?

Feng Wuxi suddenly turned around and frowned slightly when he saw this person clearly: "Master..."

"Ha." Chongyun walked up slowly, lowered his eyes and looked at the wood carving left by Lu Zi'an, and sneered: "What, are you afraid? You feel ashamed of yourself?"

Unexpectedly, Chongyun would see his desolate appearance. Feng Wuxi looked a little embarrassed, but after hearing this, he pondered for a moment and shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "I have nothing to be afraid of, and I don't think I am inferior to Lu Zi'an."
Chapter completed!