While introducing Lingbi Stone, Lu Zian slowly removed some variegated colors along the texture of the rock.

His movements were light and slow, neither hurry nor slow, as leisurely as if he was strolling in the garden.

"In fact, decorations with edges and corners are all placed with particular attention." Lu Zi'an used a carving knife to polish the sharp places smoothly: "So if you are doing decoration, it is best to make it softer."

This also coincides with Feng Shui. For example, some people like to buy animal bones and animal horns as works of art and hang them directly on the wall, but this is actually very unfavorable for Feng Shui.

Putting aside the mysterious things like Feng Shui, Lu Zian doesn't like these too sharp things to be placed at home.

Everyone’s memories are warm and warm, so it’s really not advisable to put them on.

Uncle Tang, who was beside him, looked at the paintings placed in the corner of the wall as if he was thinking.

In order to reflect the difficulty of his skills, he deliberately stretched out some branches in almost every painting. No wonder his works are becoming less and less difficult to sell...

Lu Zian's explanation has a silent feeling of moistening things.

It not only makes people understand the truth, but they can't feel a little disgusted.

The carving knife slowly rises and falls on the rocks, slowly outlining the specific outline.

He specially picked out a thin stone vein in the Lingbi Stone and polished it in the most delicate way.

Such rugged Lingbi stone, after removing the gray impurities, is as black as black jade, but it is more soft and beautiful against the backdrop of this not-so-pure white stone vein.

Like a mountain stream leaning against a ridge, like a clear spring and a rock flowing.

As he gradually went down along the stone vein, Lu Zian's knife touched a ball of impurities.

He frowned slightly and gently pressed the tip of the knife.

Zou Kai, who had been staring at his movements, quickly noticed his strangeness and said quickly: "What's wrong?"

"This ball of impurities is a bit big." Lu Zian pulled out the carving knife and took a small brush and looked carefully.

"Why don't you remove it?" Although Zou Kai didn't know much about stones, Lu Zi'an said it was big, so it would definitely be small.

Lu Zian did not rush to answer and carefully evaluated the impurity.

It is only twenty centimeters wide in total, and this ball of impurities is nearly eight centimeters.

There is only a thin shell of Lingbi stone on the surface, probably fragments on the edge of the stone, not pure enough.

Or let go of this impurity, as long as he doesn't remove the shell, others will not be able to see what's going on inside.

Either remove the entire impurity. Although the Lingbi stone is extremely hard, it is hard to say whether there will be any missing inside.

After all, Lingbi Stone itself has the characteristics of transparency, and there may be many holes appearing to penetrate the entire stone body.

Uncle Tang and the other two couldn't understand what they were struggling with. Zou Kai explained it briefly, and both of them became nervous immediately.

"Why don't you change a stone?" Tang Yuan said he couldn't understand: "Stones are not expensive anyway."

Zou Kai rolled his eyes: "It's obvious that he is an outsider, and his experts are all called rock cutting? And this has nothing to do with whether it's expensive or not."

Lu Zian carefully tossed and turned the whole stone before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

In everyone's puzzled eyes, he raised his knife and directly dug out all the impurities.

Suddenly, a large piece was missing from the lower part of the stone, which looked very scary.

However, Lu Zian had not stopped and continued to pull in. After a while, the tip of the knife was exposed from above.

"...This is broken through?" Zou Kai's eyes widened.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and Lu Zian didn't think it was a slight fear: "It's okay, this is a leak."

"What is a leaky stone? Funnel?"

"Absolutely." Lu Zian was very careful with every knife, and various sizes of carving knives were switched freely in his palm: "This is a real embarrassment, a magical craft. The leaking one is raining at night in the hut, and the willows drooping slightly, so you can pass through the upper and lower parts."

"……Can't understand."

He glanced at him in disgust and Lu Zi'an said lightly: "In Yu Garden in Yanghai City, there is an ancient Lingbi stone called Yu Linglong. Some people also call Taihu stone, which is the "leak" divine product."

Zou Kai really knew this, and his eyes lit up: "Ah, I've heard of it! It's like a beehive, with a lot of holes!"

"Yes." Lu Zi'an slowly tested with a toothpick, and confirmed that there was no omission, so he cleaned the entire rock: "All the orifices are versatile, and water is poured into one hole, and all the holes are out. If incense is burned in one hole below Yu Linglong, all the holes will smoke."

When I think about the scene, I feel extremely elegant.

By the time Lu Zian finished cleaning, the entire Lingbi stone had changed drastically.

After the impurities on the surface are removed, various wrinkles appear on the surface, like an axe chopping thousands of feet; like layers of waves, heavy snow stacked; like spring breeze blowing on clear water and microwaves rolling.

The white stone vein is still the most conspicuous point, winding and steep, misty and continuous, and the overall appearance presents a unique beauty of a strange stone, which makes people feel that this rock is not simple at first glance.

"This, I still need me to process it?" Uncle Tang expressed his suspicion. He stared at Lingbi Stone and murmured: "I feel that this is already very good."

Lu Zian smiled slightly, polished the surface of the entire stone smoothly, and then got up after cleaning it.

"Of course," he gently stroked the rock surface: "You can play as you wish according to your own thoughts, and feel what it is, what it is."

In the process of creation of every artist, they are the Creator God.

Every grass, every tree, every stroke, all comes from their fantasy.

Creation is also about creating the world.

Putting on glasses in a daze, Uncle Tang's eyes slashed over the strange stone, gritted his teeth, and pulled the bellows.

"Huh! Huh!" The bellows were pulled up and the room gradually heated up.

Tang Yuan helped happily. Uncle Tang picked up the iron and picked it up piece by piece. While picking it, he looked at the rocks on the table.

"This is choosing the right size and weight." Lu Zian glanced at Zou Kai and explained: "He is now conceiving how to create."

After recording his words immediately, Zou Kai hesitated and said, "Just take a few glances like this, don't you need to weigh them? Is it so magical?"

"Weight and size, such basic things, can be clearly estimated even if you give them to them for ten or twenty years." Lu Zian didn't think there was anything strange about this.

“…Awesome.”

While talking, Uncle Tang had already picked the materials.

He probably was so hot that he took off his top.

When he was fully committed to the iron painting, he no longer felt embarrassed, but he still felt that the glasses were a bit in the way, so he wanted to take them off and stopped.

Making iron painting is a very tedious thing, and its materials are all matte iron plates.

Uncle Tang held the iron in his left hand and the hammer in his right hand, using the hammer instead of the pen, and knocked the iron plate into a rough shape.

The iron plate was gradually hammered into a curved iron column, and the rare thing was that the upper and lower thicknesses were the same.

This also fully demonstrates that his hammering is very skillful and every stroke is just right.

If the force is too strong, the iron block will be flattened instantly, and it will be more difficult to turn it back.

Tang Yuan, who was standing beside him, looked at the iron bars gradually formed under Uncle Tang's men, and pulled the bellows stiffly.

He actually wanted to learn it, but he couldn't.

Making iron painting requires not only craftsmanship, but also control of the overall picture.

It is a painting composed of details, which greatly examines the painter's overall layout ability.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher, and Uncle Tang’s forehead began to sweat, and even his glasses were a little unstable.

But he never stopped. His breathing was fast but not messy, and his right hand was raised high.

"Dang! Ding! Ding Ding!"

Accompanied by the boring sound of iron, sweat rolled down from the chest, occasionally flowing on the fiery red iron bars, and a "sweet" sound would be made.

This is true hand forging. Every turn requires dozens of hammers to achieve the desired result.

People like Uncle Tang who are constantly striving for excellence pursue perfection in every detail.

Lu Zi stood quietly on one side and admired silently. Through the monotonous movement, he seemed to see Uncle Tang hammering day after day in that small room.

This kind of iron hammer will make your hands slightly numb when hitting the iron.

The tiger's mouth will wear, break the skin, and bleed, and it will become a cocoon over time.

Uncle Tang's hands were filled with calluses, all of which were proof of his decades of hardship.

In such an environment, even though the heat waves were rolling and sweating all over, Lu Zian felt relaxed and happy.

He was no longer anxious, and even his heartbeat was extremely calm.

Dang, Dangdang.

The sound of irons is heard, extremely crisp.

Use works to prove existence, break through oneself, and make iron paintings walk down from the lone peaks and integrate into modern times.

We must not only retain its own characteristics and style, but also sublimate on this basis, and also consider whether the world buys it.

This is really hard.

This is true for iron paintings and jade carvings.

If Tiehua can be reborn this time, then can the third time Yuhe also find another way?
To be continued...