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After taking the box from the singer Chen Man, Lu Zian put it on the table and gently opened it: "This is my toolbox."

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

If you want to know the other person’s background, the first thing you observe must be the other person’s tool.

The wear, accuracy, and even good and bad materials of the tool are the criteria for evaluating its ability.

And like Lu Zian, he opened it gently, and saw that there was a third layer below, and there was a hint of appreciation in Mr. Zhang's eyes.

If it weren't for the inappropriate venue, he really wanted to touch the case and say it was really good.

And Lu Zian's skills are naturally worthy of his set of tools.

The wheels and wheel surfaces of the diabolo are made of wooden, and Lu Zian didn't even use a ruler or compass at all. He held the wood in his left hand and pushed it gently with a carving knife in his right hand.

At that moment, Mr. Zhang even thought he was peeling an apple.

Have you ever seen a magical work that cuts an apple in one knife and keeps peeling? Lu Zian's this is similar to it.

The rim is made of bamboo, and the spacing between the sounding seams must be equal.

As Mr. Zhang expected, Lu Zian still did not use any measurement tools.

The key point of the sounding device is that the sounding seam should be moderate, not wide or narrow, and is best for two to three centimeters.

While Lu Zian finished making one rim and made another rim, Mr. Zhang gently picked up the rim he had made and measured it with a ruler.

After measuring the whole thing, his expression changed slightly, but he still said nothing and silently put it back for him.

In fact, he felt that he could stop now.

He was convinced by revealing his skills. Sometimes, talent is really impossible.

However, when he looked, he also saw something.

This Mr. Lu’s wood carving seems to have learned a good job.

Looking at the wood that he had to work for a long time, pinching it in his hands like plasticine, Mr. Zhang was very excited and excited.

However, when Lu Zi's place the wood and make other small things, he was not very interested.

Because of those places, he has been working in those places for so many years, and the details have not changed much. In contrast, he is more interested in Lu Zi'an's sword skills.

Seeing that he was playing with parts and liked it very much, Zhang Yixing gently pulled his sleeve.

Mr. Zhang was just watching it happily, but was suddenly interrupted and felt a little unhappy.

As a result, when he turned around, he saw his son's face twisted, blinking his eyes and bent his mouth, Mr. Zhang was a little anxious and quickly put down the things in his hand and stood up: "Yibo, what's wrong with you? You're so fucked? You don't have this problem in normal times..."

"..." Zhang Yixing was so angry that he was so troubled by his father's imagination. Seeing Chen Mange look at him in confusion, he grinned at her and lowered his voice: "Dad, come out, I have something to tell you."

"If you have something to do, just say it, it's so mysterious." Mr. Zhang was a little unhappy, but after all, he was a member of the old man and the only Miaomiao of his Zhang family. He still valued it very much. He said it, but his body still followed him out with his own initiative.

After the two arrived outside, Zhang Yixing turned his head and looked inside, then quickly shook it back, almost twisting his neck, but he didn't care at all, and said hurriedly and softly: "Dad, do you know these two?"

"I know."

"Meet?" Zhang Yixing gasped and looked at him in surprise: "Dad... are you so awesome?"

Could it be that his family is actually a noble family, with a considerable friendship with Master Lu, or had a kindness in the Lu family many years ago, and now Master Lu has come back to repay his kindness...

Then he isn't...

Before he could finish his dream, Mr. Zhang looked righteous: "One surname is Lu and the other surname is Chen. Isn't he who just met him?"

"..." Zhang Yixing's forehead veins leaped straight, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Can you stop talking and breathing! Dad, do you know who these two people are? I'll tell you."

He deliberately approached and tried hard to suppress his excitement and excitement: "This man... is Master Lu! Unparalleled Young Master! Lu Zi'an's father!"

After telling such explosive news, Zhang Yixing was extremely proud.

He looked at his father proudly, waiting for his father's expression of surprise, horror and disbelief.

Only then did he see his father's face full of "Is this kid stupid?": "Actor?"

My mom.

The chicken talks with ducks, and it turns out that there is a generation gap every three years.

Zhang Yixing slapped his forehead and said, "No help, we are simply a canyon!"

In order to make his father understand the weight of the three words "Master Lu" more quickly, he took out his mobile phone and showed his father various news about Lu Zi'an's award.

After seeing less than two pictures, his father snatched them and flipped them out by himself.

In fact, Zhang Yixing is still willing to do this, but...

He looked at his father with a tangled and disgusted look on his face, grinding his teeth: "Dad, this is not a book, you don't have to read a page and click on your saliva..."

Mr. Zhang looked at him even more disgusted and wiped his fingers: "Then you didn't say it earlier."

All in all, the conversation between the two father and son was still very happy.

Zhang Yixing:???

When they came in, Lu Zian had already finished all the previous steps and was enjoying the diabolic chess.

After knowing the identity of Lu Zi'an and others, Mr. Zhang's feelings were actually quite complicated.

He frowned and looked at him a few times, with a serious look on his face: "Since you are already a master, why not teach your disciples well and revitalize the Hundred-Train School? Come here to learn diabolic things?"

"Dad!" Zhang Yixing felt that his heartbeat was about to stop suddenly. Didn't he tell his dad to be polite to Master Lu just now? Why is this happening?

He looked at Lu Zian apologetically, hoping that he would not bother with his father.

Understanding that they had seen through his identity, Lu Zian was not surprised, but just smiled: "My apprentices have learned well and have laid a solid foundation. Now what is important is the state of mind. Whether I am here or not, as for Baigong Sect, it is actually just a microcosm of the entire industry."

Although things are done by humans, some things are beyond the reach of human power.

Instead of being reluctant to let go, busy but gain nothing, it is better to give up mundane affairs for the time being and find yourself.

This was a bit vague, but Mr. Zhang thought about it for a moment and understood it.

His eyes looked at him with a little admiration, and Mr. Zhang sighed: "You are quite open to seeing it."

"There is no way to be able to see it." Lu Zian looked calm and calm: "I have something more important to do."

"What's the matter?" Mr. Zhang sat down opposite him: "Learn to make scatterbeast?"

Before Lu Zi'an could answer, he shook his head first: "This is not difficult for you."

Lu Zian did not answer him directly, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and he slowly said, "Old Zhang, what I want to know is, if one day your apprentice leaves and the party is unwilling to learn diabolic, what would you do?"

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang's eyes suddenly became stern.

The smile that was as kind as before was no longer there, and the eyes seemed to be mixed with frost and snow arrows.

But in a flash, his eyes softened again, and a faint helpless and sad smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he sighed softly: "Then, it's really fate."

His eyes slowly turned around in the room full of diaboloss, and when he returned to Lu Zi'an, he had already brought a little bit of bleakness.

"Do you think I can say, force my rank to learn? No, I don't know." Mr. Zhang's eyes were calm: "Diabi was passed down from ancient times. I only heard my father talk about the grand scene back then. There is a poem, have you heard of it? It was written by Yu Yizheng."

Lu Zian pondered slightly and said softly: "Is the scenery of Emperor Capital in the late Ming Dynasty in the spring field? The empty bell is hollow in the wood, and the side mouth is the soup with asphalt, which is like a bell, and the handle is flat. A rope is connected to the handle, and a bamboo ruler has a hole, and the rope is connected to the empty bell. The rope is pulled right and the bamboo is pulled left. Once the line is pulled, the empty bell roars and turns quickly. The big bell sounds the bell, and the small bell is gone. When the bell is stopped, it has been set. The diameter is set to eight or nine inches. When it is put, one person reaches three people..."

"Yes, that's it." Mr. Zhang gently reconciled his fingers, and there was a smile on the corners of his lips: "Master Lu is indeed very knowledgeable. I couldn't memorize this poem, I only remember this name. However, my father said that this is a scatterblast. I think it's true that I can do it anyway, and it doesn't matter if I can't memorize it."

“That’s true.”

"Look, diabolo has been circulating for so many years, and it used to be a very high-end entertainment project. At that time, if someone said that diabolo would fall into something that no one would learn, I think no one would believe it." Mr. Zhang took a deep breath and sighed: "But in the end, if no one is willing to learn it, then I can't do anything about it. I am a bad old man. For this old craft, it doesn't matter if I will pay for my whole life. I don't have to drag others down for the rest of my life. If no one is learning it, I will write down all these methods. Maybe someone will learn it in the future?"

Just a person, for a lifetime.

This was said lightly, and even when Mr. Zhang said this, he still had a faint smile on his face.

But anyone can hear the weight behind this.

Lu Zian nodded silently and said nothing.

The truth is different, there is no need to continue discussing it.

When they parted, Mr. Zhang forced the diabolic board to them, but he refused to accept the money Lu Zi'an gave him.

But this stubborn old man might have seen something, and he didn't come out to send him off when they left.

However, Zhang Yixing took them into the car and whispered apologize: "My father has such a temper. I have the same character as the child, and I can't do anything about it."

"I understand, don't apologize, I'm abrupt." Lu Zian said goodbye to him with a smile.

Before he was about to turn around, Zhang Yixing suddenly raised his voice and said loudly: "If no one really learned it, I will learn it! Master Lu! The situation you think will not happen!"

Lu Zian paused slightly, looked at him for a moment, and nodded with a smile.

Suddenly he realized something, before leaving, he looked back and saw a figure flashing away from the window.

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