"Um?!"

No one was invisible to the point of reprimand and swallowed it back, his face turned red.

The little fat man looked excited, clenched his fists and waved it, and shared with Yun Xiangrong in a low voice: "I'll know when I'm here, I'll know when I'm here!"

He couldn't say anything he knew, but the long-term impression that Chu Liuxian left on him was that the kind of thing that showed flaws and was scolded so hard that he couldn't raise his head would not appear on him.

This matter has always been his little fat man's job.

Chu Liuxian held a broken iron knife in one hand and a stool legs in the other. His temperament was instantly different, as if he was a carving master in the world, and he was carving the most satisfactory work in his life.

The temperament that was overflowing from him at this moment made everyone present subconsciously hold their breath, for fear that the gasping sound would be louder, so they would disturb him.

“Swishy~~”

The wood chips were flying, the legs of the stool were rotating in his hands, and the carving knife was shaking slightly as his wrists trembled, and the carvings in his palms were quickly formed.

It was a monkey.

A terrifying monkey who roared to the sky, raised his arms and waved his arms, had no limits of resentment, resentment, resentment, violence, and was about to break through the sky.

When I saw the carving gradually took shape, the face of no human was filled with horror.

At this moment, in the carving shop, the little fat man and Yun Xiangrong's attention were all focused on Chu Liuxian's body. Chu Liuxian's eyes never moved away from his hand, and no one noticed this.

"Have this monkey not touched a female monkey in hundreds of years? Look at it?"

The little fat man was muttering that it seemed that it was not the case and could not hide his incompetence when he saw the statue itself.

"Where did Brother Chu see the monkey?"

This question emerged in the little fat man's mind. He didn't believe that this sculpture had no mother's foundation. The monkey's anger, even if it was just a small statue, could shake his mind. You can imagine how terrifying its original body was?

He even suspected that as long as the monkey stood in front of him and had his eyes straightened, he would have to wet his pants.

This kind of horror is indescribable. Even the sky can penetrate it. How can people resist it?!

Chu Liuxian seemed to have a certainty in his heart before cutting the knife, every detail, and even every fluff on the monkey's body. In just a moment, before everyone came to their senses from the shock, he let out a long breath and stopped.

"Master Mei."

Chu Liuxian threw the broken iron piece casually and sent the monkey wood carving to the uninhabited face with both hands.

He looked extremely tired, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights. The small wood carving, a few breaths, seemed to have exhausted all his energy.

"this……"

The unmanned hand was trembling a little, and he couldn't reach out to pick it up.

"Um?"

No matter how tired Chu Liuxian was, he was not as focused as before when carving, and he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong with him?"

“Or…”

Chu Liuxian lowered his head and looked at his work, thinking, "What else does this monkey mean?!"

A light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he caught something faintly.

"you……"

No one took a deep breath, and finally took the storm wood sculpture from Chu Liuxian's hand and asked, "Where did you see it?"

Chu Liuxian thought of the lightning, but hesitated at the exit, and said, "At the foot of the stone mountain behind the town, my disciples felt something when they saw the statue of the violent ape."

In fact, before he started carving, even he himself did not expect to carve such a thing. But at that moment, he was moved by his hands and unconsciously chose the stone statue of the violent ape that left a deep impression on him.

"Why."

No one sighed and shook his head and said, "How could it be so fast!"

"quick?"

"What's fast?"

Chu Liuxian left a big question mark in his mind, remembering it firmly.

No one continued, "Remember, don't get close to there in the future."

Judging from his expression, Chu Liuxian heard the solemnity and formality of it. He knew that it was not a defense or a doubt, but just responded.

No one nodded, his expression returned to normal, and he looked decadent again. He returned to his seat, rubbed the wood carving of the wild ape, and sighed: "When it comes to carving art itself, you can be my teacher."

Hearing this, the little fat man nodded repeatedly with deep consent, of course, carrying a face without human form on his back.

Chu Liuxian knew that there must be something next. He was about to be humble, but no one waved his hand to stop him and said, "But no matter how much he is, it is not the original one."

"Um?"

Chu Liuxian came over, and the little fat man, Yun Xiangrong also raised his ears.

Isn’t this nonsense about no human form?

No matter how good the statue in this world is, can it still be reborn and replace itself? Of course it will not be the original one.

"Please give me advice."

Chu Liuxian came to the face of no one, sat upright and asked for advice respectfully.

"The world's ways are connected, so let's compare painting skills."

No one asked Chu Liuxian: "Do you understand painting?"

"Slightly understand!"

"How many types of paintings in the world are divided into?"

This problem made Chu Liuxian pause and did not immediately contact.

How many types of paintings are there?

Characters, landscapes, animals?

Or secular painting or religious painting?

...

After pondering for a moment, Chu Liuxian looked up and said, "Two kinds!"

“Which two?”

"One is realistic, the other is freehand."

No one nodded, as if he was admiring, and shook his head. If he regretted, he asked, "What about the third type?"

Chu Liuxian was puzzled, where did the third type come from?

There was no human form and no intention of waiting for his answer. He said sadly: "Have you ever seen such a painting, in which the feelings, in which the scenery, in which the people are the most unforgettable moments in a person's life."

"But in the long life, it is unforgettable. One day, when you look back suddenly, you will find that you have forgotten everything before you know it."

"Only that painting solidifies the one who will never forget."

"you say……"

No one looked at Chu Liuxian's eyes and asked, "The forgotten present, the frozen and unforgettable, which one is the real person?"

Chu Liuxian didn't answer, he couldn't answer.

Who is that person? Is it the one who will never forget, or the one who really exists?

Chu Liuxian didn't need to answer, he already understood the meaning of no human form.

He has indeed seen such a painting!

Have you ever remembered that the young man came out of the mountain village, and behind him was bleak, the village was deserted and the people were lonely.

At that time, Chu Liuxian let the paintings drawn by Xin Yi freeze the mountain village boy who thought he would always engrave that scene in his heart.

How many years have passed and how many things have happened? Today, Chu Liuxian rarely thinks of that scene. How similar is this situation to the situation in the absence of human form?

"Send to God!"

The sound of no human form echoed in Chu Liuxian's heart lake, like a stormy wave, rolling up thousands of snow.

"The third realm of painting is to place God, to place God, and even the truth of that moment in it, and to truly give it life."

"This is how painting is, and so is carving."

Chu Liuxian nodded unconsciously. He remembered Wangchuan - the Dragon Girl Tears, and the fatherly love that has been frozen in the sculpture for countless years.

However, he also knew in his heart that whether it was that painting or Wangchuan, he just touched the edge of the gods, and it was not something that no human figure really wanted to express.

Chu Liuxian looked back at the scene of no one, and his eyes burst into light. Under the clear sky, there was a white room in the empty room and a bright light like a candlelight in the dark room.

No one suddenly raised the violent ape wood sculpture in his hand and shouted loudly:

"You monkey, you have no father or mother, and are lawless, why don't you die?"

Chu Liuxian, the little fat man, and Yun Xiangrong were all frightened by no one, wondering if he was crazy, otherwise how could he scold a wooden carving?

The fat man acted the most exaggeratedly, and he slipped to the corner of the wall, aiming at the door, and always preparing to apply oil to the soles of his feet.
To be continued...