Heir To All

"Um... I'm sorry today, so let me treat you to dinner."

After Ji Sicheng ran, Shang Xian'er drove the car and ran into the city with Chu Linguang.

"Then go to Yunxian Restaurant to eat!"

Chu Linguang said.

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

Shang Xian'er drove Chu Linguang to a private house.

There is a smell of fireworks in the houses.

As soon as I started, I saw two figures chopping wood, which is rare in the city.

Chu Lin's eyes swept away.

The house covers an area of ​​seven to eight hundred square meters, a courtyard of southern specifications.

"what!"

Chu Linguang lightly saw an old man in the inner courtyard holding a flat knife, carving on a wooden board.

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

Chu Linguang took a serious look.

It was found that there was no long-lasting air in the old man's body.

Not an inner strength warrior, nor a monk, but a simple wrist, that light-lifting force, carved on a wooden board.

He is very focused.

As if immersed in it.

Not long after, a picture scroll appeared on the 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 looked attentively, and couldn't help but proudly introduce.

"What kind of people are you bringing home? I told you beforehand that it's useless if anyone comes. My works are not for sale."

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

"Grandpa, this is my classmate, I just brought him to dinner, he is not interested in your work at all."

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

"As long as you see my work and no one doesn't like it, don't pretend it to me."

The old man Shang is very self-confident.

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

Chu Linguang quickly nodded at the old man with a smile.

"Don't give me this set, are you secretly preparing things, wanting to honor me, and later I will have to bring out something to give you."

The old man Shang saw Chu Linguang's smiling face, he couldn't help waved his hand, as if he had seen it through.

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

Shang Xian'er was angry.

"The old gentleman misunderstood. I just admired your knife skills quite a bit, and I was fascinated by it all at once."

Chu Linguang had to explain.

"Yeah, your kid has a big appetite. You don't want my work, you want me to teach you how to carve!"

The old man Shang nodded to Chu Linguang and shook his head again and again, obviously disgusting people like Chu Linguang.

"No, you misunderstood, I..."

"Don't talk to me, the bridges I have walked are more than the roads you have traveled. These years, I understand the minds of you people.

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

The old man Shang directly ordered the eviction.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? Lin Guang is my classmate. I just brought Lin Guang back to have a meal. Why are you thinking about it again."

Shang Xian'er stomped with anger.

"People outside think that your grandpa is old and want to find someone to inherit my mantle. There are too many people who pay attention to this. You don't know how popular your grandpa my works are."

The old man of Shang argued hard.

Chu Linguang couldn't help being embarrassed for a while, what's this so special?

Having said that, 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 definitely immediately use the Master of Painting Technique to make a painting and throw it on the old man's face.

"It is detected that the master is in urgent need of carving techniques, and the master recommends "Sculpture Dafa". May I ask the master, do you inherit it?"

But at the moment Chu Linguang complained in his heart, the whirlpool suddenly vomited.

"inherit."

Chu Linguang widened his eyes and said hurriedly.

"Congratulations to the master for inheriting the "Sculpture Dafa" to become a top sculptor."

Congratulations, the whirlpool.

"It's not uncommon for me to be delicious."

Shang Xian'er said angrily.

"Let's go!"

Pulling Chu Linguang, she wanted to leave.

"Actually, I am also a carver 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 out!"

Old man Shang laughed directly.

"But my carving style is different from your grandfather's, or I will show it."

When Chu Linguang saw that there were many tools, equipment and materials on site, he could just try his craft.

"You exposed you, don't want me to point you, I have no interest in your methods, and you can't learn mine."

The old man Shang turned his body directly, picked up the purple clay teapot, and sucked the spout toward his mouth.

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

Shang Xian'er looked embarrassed and helpless.

Unexpectedly, Chu Linguang really has ulterior motives for carving.

She wanted to pull Chu Linguang out, but considering her previous behavior, Chu Linguang was almost in danger, so she wanted to wait until she was cheeky and begged her grandfather for guidance.

Of course, I was also complaining about Chu Linguang.

Xin said that if you like carving, you can just say, why hide and tuck it in such a way.

Immediately, Chu Linguang didn't think much.

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

At this moment.

The "Sculpture Dafa" inherited by Chu Linguang was instantly sensed and went into operation directly.

Chu Linguang looked at the incomplete and tattered wood in his hand, which seemed to have become a beautiful landscape.

The two knives in his hands moved instantly.

Chu Linguang sculpted with both hands.

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

Originally wondering how to tell Grandpa to give instructions to Chu Linguang's Shang Xian'er, she looked over here and was shocked on the spot. She could see that the wood seemed to grow and bloom on her own.

Turned into a splendid mountain and river.

A pair of very flimsy, beautifully embroidered mountains and rivers like flimsy paper, as if Chu Linguang was not sculpting on wood, but wielding two small knives on paper.

So, 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 see it. It made your classmates give up his mind. Let's go quickly!"

The old man Shang continued to **** the tea in the purple clay pot and lay on the recliner without turning his head back.

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

Shang Xian'er shouted.

"What are you yelling about? When I'm an idiot, just relying on him as a hairy boy, his level can still be at my level..."

The old man Shang was very angry, and Shang Xian'er even questioned his strength, but he still looked back uncontrollably, but with this look, he couldn't speak.

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