They all say that he has a poor understanding of crafts and lacks any inspiration in his work.
Although he didn't believe it in his heart, his mouth blurted out as if it had its own thoughts: "Then let's give it a try."
"Okay, wait for me a moment."
Zheng Quchi didn't need to measure dimensions, because her eyes were the ruler whenever she wanted. She first made a complete copy of the statue of Fu Hao, imprinting its physical features, posture, and expression into her mind like a 3D scanner, and then gradually analyzed and refined the details.
Then she stepped onto the stone platform, took out her charcoal pencil, and began to sketch the Fu Hao sculpture, marking the ears, the bridge of the nose, the mouth... until the overall proportions and positions were accurate, and then marking all the parts that needed to be revised or refined...
"Grab your knife, let's begin."
Zheng Quchi jumped down from the base.
Gan Xin gritted his teeth and stepped forward, his eyes filled with seriousness and tension.
His swordsmanship is characterized by its expansive and powerful strokes, but now he wants to transform it into a concentrated and powerful force. Can he really do it?
"Don't worry, just follow my instructions and put your heart and soul into it, and there won't be any problems," Zheng Quchi said, offering him support from behind.
Gan Xin took a deep breath. He felt that if he hesitated any longer, he would be too unmanly.
"bring it on."
"First, the facial contours. Point one, in the middle of the knife, apply four-tenths of the force, and make a three-inch diagonal cut, clean and neat." Zheng Quchi's voice arrived as scheduled.
Gan Xin understood her words. He had experience in carving, but his failures were too varied and embarrassing to recall. However, with such detailed guidance from "Zheng Qing" this time, he was able to work cleanly and efficiently with precise control.
"At eyebrow level, two points, in the middle section of the blade, apply a little more force, flat cut, at the short end, apply two points more force to the tip."
"Point three times to the eyelid, use the tip of the knife, apply three parts of force, use a short and heavy stroke to draw across the fixed line, and be careful to reduce the force when you finish."
"Draw lines from light to heavy strokes, from dots to lines..."
Zheng Quchi spoke without any pause or hesitation. She taught, and he did. The two were so in sync that it was like brain and hand; once the brain gave the command, the hand acted decisively.
As Gan Xin progressed, his movements, channeling his inner strength into the blade, became increasingly smooth and fluid. For the first time in his life, he realized that he was not as dull and clumsy in craftsmanship as others had assumed.
The Xuanjia soldiers present watched this scene intently. Others carved stone pieces bit by bit with chisels and hammers, but Gan Xin seemed to be performing a skill, sweeping, chopping, deflecting, shaving, sweeping, grappling, cutting, and thrusting. His eight-stroke technique of breaking the edge created an extraordinary stone carving craft.
And the teaching methods of their general's wife were unique and unprecedented.
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