Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 16
The audience in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded.

Miniature sculpture?

After a brief moment of astonishment, the netizens became even more excited, and the barrage surged.

"Damn it! Brother Su can do miniature sculptures?!"

"I'm kneeling, Brother Su, what else can't you do?"

"Embroidery, Danqing, Hanfu design, and now there is a miniature sculpture, I lost it, and now I believe that Brother Su really knows Taoism!"

"Little brother, kick Miss Xuewei, I will marry you!"

The audience was upset. They also have nine years of compulsory education. Why are you so good?

Su Cheng ignored these idiot netizens and took out the key to open a room.

It seemed that the house hadn't been opened for a long time, and a cloud of dust was blowing head-on, and the inside was drowsy.

Su Cheng rubbed the switch on the wall, turned on the light, and immediately, the micro-drone captured the picture.

Netizens can see clearly.

The room was littered with debris, sawdust, stone chips, and piles of gravel and wood in the corner.

Under the light is a table with some knickknacks randomly placed on it.

Su Cheng turned around and shouted at the old man basking in the sun at the door: "Grandma Cao, wait for a while, and I will fix the exorcism pagoda for you soon!"

The old man's calm voice came from outside the door, "Okay, okay... Orange, where did you buy this chair? It's very comfortable to sit on."

Hearing this, Su Cheng shook her head and smiled, she couldn't buy Ning Shen chairs.

After greeting the old man, he sat directly at the table.

"Guys, I'm about to start. If you have little brothers and sisters who like micro-carving, you can pay attention."

Immediately, the audience in the live broadcast room stared at him intently.

"To be honest, I've only heard about micro-carving, but I haven't really seen it."

"Now the real traditional craftsmen are gone. Last time I saw a half-drool sugar blower, whose saliva was full of sugar."

"Fuck? The one upstairs, is it real or fake? Isn't it too fucking disgusting?"

Soon, the netizens stopped talking and everyone stared at Su Cheng without blinking.

Fortunately, the pixels of the drone are good, otherwise it would be hard to see clearly.

Su Cheng held the micro-carving knife set drawn by the lottery, which has a 15% success rate bonus. Coupled with micro-carving specialization, his movements look very beautiful.

"I carved most of this small tower before, and only the last bit of finishing work is left, which can just be given to Grandma Cao."

Every time a bit of sawdust was scraped off by the carving knife, he would blow the sawdust away, so as not to block his eyes.

Looking at the focused eyes of the netizens in the live broadcast room, Su Cheng smiled and introduced: "Micro-carving is a very ancient skill in China."

"Miniature engravings appeared on the earliest oracle bone inscriptions."

"I believe everyone has studied a text, right? Do you remember "The Story of the Nuclear Boat"?"

"The record in "The Story of the Nuclear Boat" is that Ming Dynasty craftsmen carved a boat out of peach stones."

Netizens watched the movements of his hands attentively, every time the sharp carving knife poked off a trace of sawdust.

Everyone was sweating for Su Cheng, carving on such a small piece of wood would hurt their fingers if they were not careful.

For a while, the audience worried:

"Brother Su, stop talking, be careful, don't cut your hands off."

"Hiss! To be honest, I was scared when I looked at it. The carving knife is so sharp. If I cut it in my hand, at least a piece of meat will be lost."

"Great God Su, you'd better educate us after you finish the sculpture. Besides, everyone has learned "The Story of the Nuclear Boat"."

Su Cheng smiled, these sand sculpture netizens are quite kind.

Without saying another word, he began to concentrate on carving.

In fact, the small tower is almost completed, only the base is left untouched.

Under the light, Su Cheng left a large shadow on the ground, focused and serious.

At this moment, Su Cheng suddenly heard Grandma Cao's voice answering the phone outside the door.

With a twitch in my heart, I guessed that Xiao Yun had returned from the hospital.

Sure enough, the next moment Grandma Cao's eager voice came, "Chengzi, Xiaoyun is back from the hospital. Grandma will go back and have a look. You will finish it in a while. I will ask Xiaoyun's father to come and get it."

Su Cheng hurriedly shouted: "Grandma Cao, it's finished, it's already finished, don't worry, I'll take you back, and take a look at Xiaoyun along the way."

"Okay?" The old lady's surprised voice came from outside the door.

Su Cheng put down the carving knife, breathed a sigh of relief, and finished carving at the last moment.

A complete small tower appeared in front of everyone.

It is only about two centimeters, but it has the shape of a pagoda.

There are tiles, windows, portals, pillars, even the wind chimes of the pagoda and the beasts, and the lines are clearly visible.

The audience in the live broadcast room were stunned when they saw Xiaota.

"Damn it! Brother Su is really wiping his ass with gauze, so let us slip!"

"It's unbelievable that a tower can be carved out of such a small place!"

"Another full-level human being! I suspect that you secretly evolved without me!"

Su Cheng ignored the shock of netizens and glanced outside the door, "Everyone, let's stop the live broadcast here first. I'll go see Grandma Cao off. It's hard for her to walk downhill."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the small tower on the table and turned off the live broadcast.

Suddenly, the audience went numb.

"Ah this? Isn't this too capricious?" A new netizen complained.

"Brother, as a fan of Brother Su, you must be conscious!"

"Damn it, did you guys see the moment when Brother Su took the little tower? There is someone in the little tower!!"

Su Cheng ran to the door and saw the anxious look on Grandma Cao's face. Knowing that the old man was worried about her grandson, she quickly locked the Taoist temple and stepped forward to help the old man.

"Grandma Cao, look, this is the exorcism pagoda."

The old man looked at the small tower in Su Cheng's hands, his cloudy eyes showed shock, "This, this small tower is just like the real thing."

"Orange, did you make this?"

Grandma Cao took over the small tower with great joy.In her opinion, this is the pagoda to exorcise evil spirits. With the pagoda, the dirty things that bother her grandson will be gone!

The old man caressed the little pagoda, as if offering a treasure, "You child, I think you are capable when you hit my little grandma. This exorcism pagoda is better than your master."

"Your master knows how to draw talismans."

Su Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't say much, as long as the old man was happy.

The two went down the mountain and soon reached the village.

Grandma Cao's house was at the entrance of the village, and she started shouting even though she was far away.

"Go away, monsters! Go away! I have a pagoda here! Leave my grandson quickly!"

Shouting all the way to the door, Xiaoyun's father probably heard the old lady's babble, came out of the house, and said helplessly, "Mom, what are you doing? Xiaoyun's fever has subsided."

"Uncle Zhao." Su Cheng greeted.

Grandma Cao's son is called Zhao Yuan. He is a policeman in Wudang Mountain. He is an upright and kind man. I heard that he was once injured trying to catch a thief.

"Xiaocheng is here, hurry up and sit in the room." Zhao Yuan smiled heartily.

When Grandma Cao heard that her grandson was well, she bowed happily and muttered words.

The old lady stubbornly believed that the exorcism pagoda she had "received" had worked and suppressed the dirty things.

Su Cheng looked at this scene and scratched his head in embarrassment. After all, he was the one who created the exorcism pagoda.

Zhao Yuan also knew that the old lady believed this, so he simply ignored it and let her talk about it by herself.

"Uncle Zhao, is Xiaoyun okay?"

"It's okay, the doctor said it was a bad stomach from eating, and I caught a cold from the cold and the heat."

Su Cheng pushed open the door of the back room and took a look in. The little guy was lying on the bed and fell asleep, looking a little weak.

　New book for support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)