Some of the elderly gentlemen present were already considering whether or not to call a doctor...
Wei Yue glared at Duanmu Ci, as if to say, "Look what you've done!"
Duanmu Ci glared back, "What does this have to do with me?"
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Rosewood is one of the most precious hardwoods in the world, and Xun Yong was too old and frail to do it. He was panting after only a few sawing strokes, so he borrowed a carpenter from next door to continue the work.
Xun Yong directed the carpenter to make horizontal cuts along a straight line on the huanghuali desk. Each cut deeper into the wood meant a further devaluation of this precious Ming Dynasty antique furniture.
However, Xun Yong felt no pity.
Everyone was completely baffled, having no idea what Xun Yong was up to, except for Duanmu Ci, who had a vague idea...
Finally, the carpenter shaved away a layer from the entire huanghuali wood desk, revealing the dark brown wood underneath... and the dripping ink stains on the wood...
Xun Yong remained silent for a long time, then said slowly and deliberately, "Enter, wood, three, divide!"
The crowd gasped in disbelief.
The idiom "入木三分" (rù mù sān fēn) comes from a story about Wang Xizhi.
Of course, this is a classic story for others, but for Duanmu Ci, it is just a memory.
That year, the Jin emperor was about to lead his officials in a grand sacrificial ceremony in the northern suburbs. When changing the prayer tablets, the emperor asked Wang Xizhi to write on them, and then ordered craftsmen to carve them. However, the craftsmen discovered that Wang Xizhi's characters had penetrated the wood three-tenths of an inch, demonstrating the immense power and strength of his brushstrokes!
From then on, the idiom "penetrating to the core" came into being.
However, Duanmu Ci knew this was true, that it had actually happened, but others might not know it! Some people thought it was just a legend, how could one person's writing skills be so powerful?
However, the legend has reappeared today.
The brushstrokes of a thousand years ago appeared before them.
If Duanmu Ci looked any younger or any more mature, these old guys would almost be preparing to make a pilgrimage!
Unfortunately, Duanmu Ci looked too young, and they couldn't bring themselves to do it.
Xun Yong took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, "It was worth it!"
I don't know if he meant that it was worth it to break the table to see the words, or that it was worth it to see those words in this lifetime.
The elderly gentlemen around him stared intently at Duanmu Ci, their eyes shining brightly!
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