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Chapter 30 Carving Whisk, Old Tang and Taoist Priest

Chen Daochang is really a living treasure.

The master who has passed away appeared in Su Cheng's mind, and it seemed that his master, Daoist Qingsong, was the same.

Shaking his head, he controlled the miniature drone, "Master Dao, please send down the huanghuali."

Anyway, engraving one is engraving, and engraving two is also engraving, it doesn't take long.

[Wudang Mountain Daoist Chen]: Thank you Su Xiaoyou, I will go down the mountain now.

After finishing speaking, Chen Daochang put his mobile phone in his pocket and came straight to Qingfeng Temple.

"The Daoist is really hard. Every time I go down the mountain, I am so tired that I am half dead."

"Brother Su, have you met the brother of the Taoist priest? Curious."

Netizens launched a barrage, and became curious about Chen Daochang's senior brother.

Chen Daochang made it clear that he was a living treasure. It must be not easy for his senior brother to be able to win the battle.

Su Cheng can't laugh or cry, this is a live broadcast room to promote traditional culture, what are you doing?
He carefully manipulated the electric carving knife, leaving lines on the rosewood.

After a while, the audience finally retracted their thoughts and watched Su Cheng operate.

There was a humming sound in the engraving room, and the electric carving knife touched the rosewood wood, and immediately raised strands of fine wood chips.

The drone captured the images and sounds clearly, and this scene was seen vividly by netizens.

Su Cheng's serious and focused look immediately attracted the attention of some female fans.

"No wonder people say serious men are the most handsome."

"It's a pity to let Miss Xuewei get there first!"

Su Cheng quickly glanced at the barrage, and shook his head helplessly, what kind of serious man is the most handsome, nonsense, he drank several bottles of body enhancement liquid!
Just as he was about to speak, Daoist Chen's voice sounded outside the Taoist temple: "Xiaoyou Su, the poor Taoist has brought the huanghuali."

"Wait a moment, Daoist!" Su Cheng raised his head and shouted, and got up to open the door after he finished carving the handy lines.

Chen Daochang was indeed sweating profusely again, "Su Xiaoyou, look, this is Huanghuali."

He handed over a piece of wood that looked like a fire stick, with a dark layer of dust on it.

Su Cheng was dumbfounded.

This is huanghuali?You bully me. I haven't seen huanghuali, have you?

There was a huanghuali in the wood he moved out of the engraving room to dry last time.

The pattern is beautiful, the red bottom is full of oiliness, which is like a fire stick.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were also happy.

"The Taoist priest is not kind. Use a fire stick as a huanghuali?"

"My dad has a huanghuali bracelet. He bought it for [-] yuan. The color is very beautiful."

"Brother Su, I feel that the Taoist priest is tricking you."

The audience laughed and laughed, and Su Cheng couldn't laugh or cry.

Daoist Chen leaned on the wall to pant, seeing that Su Cheng didn't pick up the wooden stick for a long time, he wondered, "What's wrong? Su Xiaoyou, take it quickly, the poor Taoist has to go back to clean it, or the brother will find fault again."

Su Cheng took the wooden stick and weighed it, with surprise flashing across his eyes.

This weight, and this oiliness, is it really huanghuali?
Just as he was about to ask, Daoist Chen had already run away, "Xiaoyou Su, you must carve the impoverished red sandalwood whisk first!!"

puff!
Netizens all laughed, saying that Chen Daochang and the senior brother who only heard his name but never saw him were enemies.

Su Cheng also shook his head and laughed.

Entered the Taoist temple.

He weighed the fire stick, "This is really a huanghuali."

Immediately, the audience was surprised.

"Is it really a huanghuali? Let me go, who can make a huanghuali like a firestick?"

"Damn it, the Taoist priest is a rich man. First there is red sandalwood, and then there is huanghuali. Maybe there are other good things."

Su Cheng held the wooden stick and swung it vigorously, then walked into the engraving room, picked up the electric carving knife and lightly touched the wooden stick.

The dark layer of dust outside instantly disappeared, revealing the real appearance of the wooden stick.

The micro-drone adjusts the angle so that netizens can see it clearly.

For a while, barrages surged in the live broadcast room.

Some knowledgeable people recognized it, and bluntly said that the wooden stick is huanghuali, and the color is good.

"Huanghua pear and red sandalwood are precious woods, and they are both scarce."

"It takes a hundred years for rosewood to become useful, and only a small part of it can be used, so the price of rosewood has been very high over the years."

"Most of the old sandalwood circulating in the market now is not hard."

"Huanghua pear is almost the same. The raw materials are also scarce these years, and the price has been rising steadily."

Netizens in the live broadcast room were watching it as popular science, but gradually realized that something was wrong.

This is so precious!

The Taoist priest is also very lucky, where did he get these two pieces of wood.

Su Cheng was also dumbfounded. There was a lot of wood placed in the carving room. He used to use it as a tool for carving practice, but now he found that he couldn't afford to practice it.

Fortunately, he is specialized in micro-carving, otherwise, with this price, he really wouldn't dare to carve casually.

Putting the huanghuali aside, Su Cheng began to concentrate on carving the red sandalwood whisk.

Seriously, it only takes one day.

The electric carving knife was working again, making a humming sound.

The viewers in the live broadcast room still couldn't calm down. After all, some people can't afford a piece of wood with a year's salary, so the impact is really a bit big.

time flies.

Su Cheng carefully manipulated the electric carving knife, leaving a striped path. Gradually, the rosewood was carved into the shape of a whisk.

It exudes bursts of strange fragrance.

There are also more and more netizens in the live broadcast room, and some marketing accounts post video clips to the Internet.

The copywriting reads "Embroidery masters show the exquisite art of micro-carving".

Directly fill the eye-catching effect.

For a while, the barrage increased again.

"I just came over from Dou Le, and I'm here to do micro-sculptures with Master Kangkangsu!"

"Fuck?! Master Su, in this situation, I have to criticize you a few words. You are not doing your job properly. You should design national style clothing."

"Haha... that's right, otherwise what are we going to watch in the next episode of "Dancing for a Millennium"?"

Soon, the new netizens mingle with those old netizens, and the live broadcast room is extremely joyful.

Su Cheng rolled her eyes at the words "not doing business properly".

Only four of his designs were used in the second episode of "Dance the Millennium", and there were five that were useless.

Besides, Tang Haidong didn't call, which meant that there was no shortage of clothes over there.

Just as he was about to explain a few sentences, a burst of special effects suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.

[Tang Haidong] Send the heart of the universe*1: "Strongly condemn Master Su for not doing his job properly, this matter cannot be tolerated!"

The audience was stunned for a moment, and then they reacted and laughed.

"Old Tang with thick eyebrows and big eyes came to shout out in person, Brother Su, stop engraving."

"Haha... Brother Su, Old Tang is in a hurry."

Su Cheng looked at the special effects on the screen and shook her head helplessly, "You..."

Before he could say anything, special effects light flashed on the screen again.

[Wudang Mountain Daoist Chen] sent out the heart of the universe*1: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, what nonsense is this layman talking about, Su Xiaoyou's sculpting is the right profession."

[Wudang Mountain Daoist Chen] sent a super rocket*1: "Su Xiaoyou, don't listen to his nonsense, first carve the red sandalwood whisk for the poor Taoist."

Su Cheng: "..."

The live broadcast room was silent at first, and then it was completely released, and the barrage surged wildly.

"I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry, the Taoist priest is in a hurry, haha..."

"Old Tang, hurry up and give Brother Su a gift, overwhelm the Taoist leader!"

"Brother Su: I feel like I am the head of Jiaofang Division."

　New book for support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)