The first thousand five hundred and eighty-two chapters of extreme affection
Lu Zigang!
These three words seemed to have magic power, making the entire gymnasium start to boil. As long as they were in the jade carving industry, there was no one who did not know these three words Lu Zigang. He was a legendary jade carving master.
Everyone is paying attention to Duanmu Hui's hand. However, without slowing it down a hundred times, Duanmu Hui's hand does not look like there is anything special about it.
"It's okay, it's okay. There are only two monsters. Tiezhu may still take third place." Mo Yongxing patted his chest and comforted Jiang Tingting and said.
In Mo Yongxing's opinion, with Yan Song and Duan Mu Hui around, the top two must have been born from these two people.
And this was not just Mo Yongxing's thought, but also the thought in the minds of most of the audience and judges at this moment. In front of these two, the remaining eight sculptors could only look dim.
Yan Song's expression became ugly, and the appearance of the three words "Lu Zigang" completely diverted all the eyes that were fixed on him.
"So what about Lu Zigang's carving technique? I have been immersed in carving for more than forty years. I don't believe that his understanding of carving can surpass mine." Yan Song glanced at Duanmu Hui, and then withdrew his gaze.
Continue to start carving.
Duanmu Hui didn't seem to care at all about the disturbances from the outside world. An hour later, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. The next moment, the carving knife as thin as white jade in his hand suddenly emitted a white light.
As soon as the blade turned, everyone saw that Duanmu's speed suddenly accelerated, and they saw the jade fragments flying horizontally, and at the same time as the jade fragments flew horizontally, a wisp of white mist emerged from the jade.
Cold air suddenly emanated from Duanmu Hui's hands. The first thing they felt was the two players sitting next to Duanmu Hui. The two players looked at Duanmu Hui with horrified faces. The feeling Duanmu Hui gave them at this moment
It's like an ice cellar, bringing them endless chill.
"What's going on? Why is there fog?"
The audience started to commotion. They didn't understand how white mist would appear when the jade was well carved. Generally speaking, dust similar to white mist would only appear when cutting jade.
"Aim the camera at the carving knife in Duanmu Hui's hand."
Mr. Chen seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became very serious. When the camera focused on Duanmu Hui's carving knife, everyone finally knew where the white mist came from.
At the edge of the special carving knife, every time Duanmu Hui made a stroke, a wisp of cold mist would float out. It turned out that this white mist was emanating from the carving knife.
"As expected, it is indeed so."
Mr. Chen's expression was extremely excited, "This is the characteristic of the Kunlun knife. According to legend, when Grandmaster Lu Zigang's Kunlun knife is carved, this white mist will appear."
Because there was a microphone in front of Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen's words were accurately conveyed to the ears of every audience member. After listening to Mr. Chen's explanation, everyone's faces showed shock. Duanmu replied
What he held in his hand turned out to be a kun knife.
Moreover, it is simply unbelievable that a carving knife can produce such strange phenomena.
While the audience was still immersed in shock, Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, because he had already seen why the kun knife in Duanmu's hand emitted white mist when carving.
On this carving knife, which is as thin as a cicada's wing, there are countless tiny holes on the surface of the knife. These holes are all over the entire surface of the knife. Of course, these holes cannot be seen with the naked eye.
, ordinary people can only see some clues if they use a magnifying glass.
It is because there are small holes in this kunchi knife, so when the kunchi knife cuts across the jade, the jade is squeezed into the small hole. However, because this hole is very small, extremely small,
The jade that was squeezed in was almost as big as dust, so when it was emitted, it turned into white mist.
However, Qin Yu also doesn't understand why there is coldness.
While everyone was paying attention to Duanmu Hui, Jiang Tingting was looking at her younger brother Tiezhu, with a look of worry on her face.
At this time, Tie Zhu finally opened his eyes. After four hours, he had already been given up by all the audience. However, when Tie Zhu opened his eyes, two people immediately
Noticed.
These two people were Jiang Tingting and Qin Yu. Jiang Tingting never took her eyes off Tie Zhu, but Qin Yu did it because he believed in Tie Zhu.
Tie Zhu opened his eyes and seemed to sense the direction of Qin Yu and Jiang Tingting. He turned around and glanced this way. Across the countless auditoriums, his eyes immediately locked on his sister.
The two siblings just looked at each other across the distance. After a long time, Tie Zhu looked back, and then nodded heavily towards Qin Yu.
"Sister, this carving is just for you."
Tie Zhu whispered to himself, and the next moment, he picked up a piece of jade from the ground.
"Hey, that kid finally started carving."
"What's the point of starting carving now? More than half of the time has passed."
"That's right, and with Duanmu Hui in hand and Yan Song with the Wuying Knife, there is nothing worthy of attention about this kid."
The crowd also started talking because of Tie Zhu's actions, but soon everyone turned their attention back to Duanmu Hui and Yan Song.
Looking at the jade in front of him, Tie Zhu was not in a hurry to move the knife, but one picture after another appeared in his mind.
When he was one year old, he started to toddle. It was his sister who supported him step by step. His sister always stood in front of him and shouted to him: "Come on Zhuzhu, take another step."
When I was three years old, I fell ill with a high fever, but my parents were not at home. It was my sister who carried me to a clinic a few miles away to see a doctor.
When I was four years old, I got into a fight with a neighbor's kid and was beaten to tears. My sister led me to settle the score with the neighbor's kid.
When I was five years old, my sister went to high school and had to live in school. On the day when my sister went to school, I cried all day. In the end, my sister did not live in school, but chose to go to day school. There was a long way from my home to my sister's school.
Ten miles away.
When I was six years old, I went to kindergarten, and my sister took me to sign up. I cried that I didn’t want to go to school and wanted to be with my sister.
…
Scenes of the past flashed through Tie Zhu's mind, and a smile appeared on Tie Zhu's face. The next moment, he picked up the carving knife in his right hand, and finally made the first cut on the original stone.
When I was eight years old, I and my classmates went to the video game room to play games very late. When my sister ran to the game room to find me, she hit me for the first time.
Whoosh!
Another knife fell.
When I was nine years old, my father cooperated with others to open a factory and made money. During the Chinese New Year that year, my sister and I set off a lot of fireworks. On that New Year's Eve night, two figures, one large and one small, looked at the gorgeous fireworks in the sky.
As the blade turned, what appeared in Tie Zhu's mind was his sister's smile.
When I was ten years old, my sister fell in love prematurely. She had a boyfriend at school, but she didn't like him. She told her father about her sister's boyfriend. Then, her sister was scolded by her father and he was not allowed to have sex with her.
Don't have any contact with that man again.
That day, my sister locked herself in her room and cried for the whole day, while I sat in front of my sister's door for the whole day.
When she was eleven years old, her sister was admitted to college and had to go to school in a distant city alone. The day her sister left, she touched her head and said, "Tie Zhu, when my sister is not at home, you must listen to your father."
It's been a sweet eleven years.
But this sweetness spread from Tie Zhu's body, from the jade stone, and was released to the fullest with each of Tie Zhu's swords.
"What's going on? Why do I feel sweet in my heart when I see that child carving?"
"Me too, I suddenly thought of my sister."
"I thought of my brother."
"Look, the child seems to be crying."
A drop of crystal tears flowed from Tie Zhu's eyes and fell on the jade stone. This scene was clearly captured by the camera and passed to the eyes of every audience.
All the audience fell silent inexplicably, but Jiang Tingting's eyes had already been covered by fog, and she tightly covered her mouth with one hand.
"What is this?" Mr. Chen also cast his eyes on Tie Zhu. After a while, his voice was trembling and said: "This is a state of extreme emotion. Only by extreme love can one be extreme with the sword. This is
How can a child at such a young age realize this?"
Mr. Chen was shocked and unbelievable. The highest state of sculpture is to integrate emotions into jade. However, it is easy to say, but it is so difficult to actually achieve this.
Some people spend their entire lives sculpting but never reach this point, while some people realize this realm but are already at a brilliant age, just like themselves.
"How did he do it?" This was the doubt in Mr. Chen's heart, and Mr. Chen naturally didn't know that Tiezhu had received life-long information from three jade carving masters. In terms of age, he was already over two hundred years old.
Mr. Chen's words shocked the audience. This child was actually carving with emotion. No wonder they could feel the sweetness. It seems that what the child was thinking about at this moment was sweet things.
Similarly, at this moment, the jade stone in front of Tie Zhu had the shape of a human being. Everyone could see that the iron pillar was carving a woman. However, at such an age, the carving of a woman was naturally not because of love.
Everyone remained silent, quietly immersed in the sweetness. However, the next moment, Tiezhu's blade turned, and everyone felt that the sweetness disappeared.
When he was twelve years old, his father's business failed and he owed a lot of debt, and his father passed away after being depressed.
That year, my sister dropped out of school.
That year, my sister and I hugged each other tightly in front of my father's soul, crying until our tears dried up.
That year, countless creditors came to collect debts. My sister took her and sold everything in the house. (To be continued)