Wearing it can not only beautify and scent your skin, but also repel insects and kill mosquitoes in the wild.
Although Gan Xin's handiwork skills were lacking, her years of learning had given her a wealth of knowledge and experience. With careful observation, she could easily appreciate the exquisite craftsmanship of her ivory wood carved ball.
What amazing skill! He really wants to learn it!
"Can I learn this?" he asked, overjoyed.
However, Zheng Quchi dismissed the criticism outright, saying, "You're no good."
The light on Gan Xin's face immediately dimmed, and he glared at her angrily.
If you can't do it, why are you even showing it off?
Zheng Quchi took out another piece of candy to explain: "Sculpting requires excellent composure and a calm mind that can reach down to the smallest detail. I have observed your way of applying force, which is rough, casual, and extremely domineering. Coupled with your naturally impetuous and impatient nature, you are not suitable for learning this kind of delicate and meticulous craftsmanship."
Her words struck a nerve with Gan Xin. He often couldn't calm down, and his control over the force in his hands gradually became out of control over time. He tried to adjust himself, but it didn't work. Sitting, thinking, or concentrating for too long would make him feel like he was being crawled on by caterpillars, which would tickle him.
Do you know why some people have such faith in fortune tellers?
Because no one can deny that the other person's words hit the nail on the head and revealed your actual situation. Moreover, people are desperate and will try anything, resorting to unorthodox remedies when science can't solve the problem.
At this point, Gan Xin was the only one who had no other choice but to seek help from "folk remedies" to save him.
"You mean no matter how hard I try, I still won't get it right?"
“Of course not, Gan Xin. Let me ask you, have you ever seen the Zhitian Cypress South Sacrifice Tower standing in the vast desert of Hongsheng Kingdom? Have you ever seen the Dinghai Buddha in Kucha Kingdom, which attracts countless people to pay homage? Have you ever seen the Tree Vine Mountain Eagle Corridor that runs across the cliff of Qiwu Mountain in Nanchen Kingdom?”
As she described it, the scene involuntarily appeared in his mind, and these were all places of wonder that he had once visited with great admiration.
He nodded emphatically: "I've seen it before!"
"Do you want to learn this magnificent craft?" Zheng Quchi asked him with great enthusiasm.
Gan Xin exclaimed in disbelief: "What?!"
He never imagined that she could teach him such superb skills, which she couldn't teach him about small, intricate carvings.
Zheng Quchi sincerely exclaimed, "Gan Xin, do you know how lucky you are? You have excellent physical strength and learned superb martial arts at a young age. It can not only protect you, but also help you become a master craftsman in the future. You can easily take on difficult projects that others cannot handle, and your works can also be immortalized like theirs, and be admired and praised by future generations."
No one has ever said that the martial arts he learned were not a weapon to kill and cause harm, but rather something that helped him become a master craftsman.
The Mohists all felt that he was completely unsuitable to be a carpenter; he was born to be a knife, a knife for killing.
But now someone is confidently telling him that he is a knife, but a craft knife that can create miracles. It is not meant to be stained with blood and sin, but to achieve immortal craftsmanship.
At this moment, Gan Xin felt like someone who had been parched for a long time and had finally received rain. It was as if his true ideals had been recognized and affirmed by others. His heart was surging with excitement. He stared intently at Zheng Quchi, his expression fierce because he was exerting too much effort: "I really, really can?"
The hope in his eyes was so obvious.
When Lan Yue, Wu Liang, and the other three members of the group who had been wiped out saw this, their lips twitched. Oh no, the lady had fooled another person.
But it's not his fault, because even they, the outsiders, felt that they couldn't withstand the beautiful future she described as she spoke of, as the lady kept going on and on.
"If you still don't believe me, then fine, let's try it now."
Zheng Quchi secretly gave Lan Yue and the others a look, telling them not to join in the fun and to hurry up and settle the wounded Xuanjia Army soldiers. She then led Gan Xin to the statue of Fu Hao.
At this moment, Zheng Quchi was not treating Gan Xin with a mindset of deceiving or coaxing. She genuinely believed that he had potential in this area. More importantly, she valued him as a person and wanted to poach him from the Mo family and turn him to help her deal with the Mo family.
"Take a look and see if there's anything wrong with this statue?"
She pointed to the statue of Fu Hao.
The statue of Fu Hao depicts a rural woman with her hair combed back and tied up. She has unremarkable features, narrow shoulders and a slender waist. She wears a simple dress, covers her face with one hand, and carries an empty hanging basket.
The original intention behind designing this character was to promote the idea that widows struggle to make ends meet and that it would be better to find another way to appease Fu Hao.
Overall, the statue has a head, body, face, and limbs, but upon closer inspection, there is nothing worth appreciating.
In Zheng Quchi's view, the statue was just a prototype, and it was not meticulously crafted at all.
“This is a carving; the lines are simple, the facial features are blurry, it’s just a half-finished product,” Gan Xin said, hitting the nail on the head.
Zheng Quchi nodded in agreement and said, "Come on, now it's your turn to finish it."
Upon hearing this, Gan Xin immediately frowned and clenched his fist: "Me? No, if I cut it, I'm afraid it will be destroyed."
"Who said that? I'll teach you, listen, and then try to do it yourself."
Gan Xin simply did not believe that she could teach him so easily. In the more than ten years he had been in the Mo family, even the most skilled craftsmen who taught him could only impart knowledge. No matter how much he practiced, his hands remained the same.
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