Volume 1_Chapter 242 Sculpture Dafa

"Well...I'm sorry today, how about it, I'll treat you to dinner."

After Ji Sicheng ran away, Shang Xianer drove Chu Linguang into the city with him.

"Then go to Yunxian Restaurant to eat!"

Chu Linguang said.

"If you stay there every day, you must be tired of eating. I'll take you to a place you haven't been to before."

Shang Xianer drove Chu Linguang to a private house.

The houses are filled with the smell of fireworks.

As soon as I entered, I saw two figures chopping firewood, which is relatively rare in the city.

Chu Linguang's eyes swept away.

This house covers an area of ​​seven to eight hundred square meters, with a southern-style courtyard.

"what!"

Chu Linguang sighed slightly, and saw an old man carving on a wooden board with a flat knife in the inner courtyard.

The old man was about seventy-five and six, with a flat knife, both rigid and soft. The hard Burmese rosewood, under his flat knife, was cut and carved wantonly like tofu.

Chu Linguang took a serious look.

It was found that the old man did not have long-lasting energy in his body.

It's not an inner strength warrior, nor a monk, it's the pure wrist, the power that lifts the weight like light, carved on the wooden board.

He is very focused.

As if immersed in it.

Not long after, a picture scroll appeared on the wooden board.

It is a lifelike plum tree.

"This is my grandfather, a sculptor, and many people have collected his works."

Shang Xian'er saw that Chu Linguang was fascinated, and couldn't help introducing it proudly.

"Who are you bringing home again? I told you beforehand that it doesn't matter if anyone comes. My work won't be sold."

The old man put away the flat knife, turned around, and said bluntly.

"Grandpa, this is my classmate. I just brought him to dinner. He has no interest in your work at all."

Shang Xian'er frowned and said, feeling that Old Man Shang's words were very impolite.

"As long as no one doesn't like my work after reading it, don't pretend to me."

Old man Shang is very confident.

At the same time, he also looked at Chu Linguang.

Chu Linguang quickly smiled and nodded at the old man.

"Don't do this to me, are you secretly preparing something, wanting to honor me, and I have to give you something later."

Seeing Chu Linguang's smiling face, old man Shang couldn't help waving his hands, as if he had seen through it.

"Grandpa, if you are like this, I will ignore you."

Shang Xianer was angry.

"The old man misunderstood, I just admired your knife skills, and I was fascinated by it."

Chu Linguang had no choice but to explain.

"Hey, you have a big appetite, you don't want my work, you want me to teach you how to carve!"

Old man Shang pointed at Chu Linguang and shook his head again and again, obviously hating people like Chu Linguang.

"No, you misunderstood, I..."

"Don't talk to me, the bridges I have traveled are more than the roads you have traveled. These days, I understand what you people are thinking.

So I advise you, put away all your thoughts, and stay away from my granddaughter at the same time. "

The old man Shang directly issued the order to evict the guests.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? Lin Guang is my classmate. I just brought Lin Guang back for dinner. Why are you thinking wildly again?"

Shang Xian'er stomped her feet angrily.

"People outside think that your grandfather is old and wants to find someone to inherit my mantle. There are too many people who have paid attention to this. It's not like you don't know how popular your grandfather and my works are."

Old man Shang argued hard.

Chu Linguang couldn't help feeling embarrassed, where the hell is this?

I said it all, he just came to eat, why the old man just doesn't believe it, and likes to put gold on his face.

If the old man was just a painter, Chu Linguang would immediately use the art of painting to make a painting and throw it in the old man's face.

"It is detected that the master is in urgent need of engraving techniques, and I recommend "The Great Sculpture" to the master. May I ask the master, do you want to inherit it?"

But at the moment when Chu Linguang complained in his heart, whirlpool suddenly spoke out.

"inherit."

Chu Linguang stared and said hastily.

"Congratulations to the master for inheriting the "Sculpture Dafa" and becoming a top carving master."

Vortex congratulated.

"I don't care if it's popular again."

Shang Xianer said angrily.

"Let's go!"

Pulling Chu Linguang, she wanted to leave.

"Actually, I'm an engraver myself."

Chu Linguang felt that it was necessary to give the old man some color.

"what?"

Shang Xian'er's eyes widened. Chu Linguang really wouldn't be interested in his grandfather's sculptures.

"Hahaha, the fox's tail is leaking!"

The old man Shang directly laughed.

"However, my carving style is different from your grandpa's. How about I show it off."

Chu Linguang saw that there were a lot of tools, equipment and materials on site, so he could try his handicrafts.

"You show yourself, don't let me point you out, I'm not interested in your technique at all, and you can't learn from mine."

Old man Shang turned around directly, picked up the purple sand teapot, and sucked the spout to his mouth.

"This... that, if you really want to try, then try it!"

Shang Xian'er looked embarrassed and helpless.

It never occurred to me that Chu Linguang really had ulterior motives for carving.

She wanted to pull Chu Linguang out, but considering her previous behavior, Chu Linguang was almost in danger, so she thought she would be cheeky later and begged her grandfather to give him advice.

Of course, he was also blaming Chu Linguang in his heart.

My heart said that if you like sculpture, you just say it, why hide it and do it like this.

Chu Linguang didn't think much about it immediately.

Pick up a piece of wood with incomplete material, and two small knives.

At this moment.

The "Sculpture Dafa" that Chu Linguang had just inherited was immediately sensed, and it started working directly.

Chu Linguang looked at the broken and dilapidated wood in his hand, and it seemed to have turned into a beautiful landscape.

The two small knives in his hand moved instantly.

Chu Linguang carved with both hands.

The wood on the wood decreased piece by piece, and the picture scroll on it, the beautiful mountains and rivers, also gradually leaked out.

Shang Xian'er, who was thinking about how to persuade her grandfather to point Chu Linguang later, looked this way and couldn't help being stunned on the spot. She could see that the wood seemed to be growing and blooming by itself.

Turned into a pair of beautiful mountains and rivers.

A pair of beautiful mountains and rivers that are very thin, as thin as paper, as if Chu Linguang was not carving on wood, but wielding two small knives on paper.

So much so that she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Ah, grandpa!"

"What is it called? I don't know how to read it, and I don't want to read it. It will make your classmate give up. Let's go!"

Old man Shang continued to sip the tea in the purple sand pot, lay down on the recliner, and said without turning his head.

"No, Grandpa, look quickly, Lin Guang's sculptures are much better than yours, look quickly!"

Shang Xian'er shouted loudly.

"What are you yelling about? When I'm an idiot, he's still as good as me..."

Old man Shang was very angry. Shang Xian'er actually questioned his strength, but he still uncontrollably looked back, but with just this one glance, he was speechless.