aircannonsinc Chapter 215: Interesting Things in Jueyunjian
Chapter 215: Interesting Things in Jueyunjian
After Mo Ran's encouragement, the craftsman picked up his spirit again. How the carving was done was his own business and there was no need to worry about other people's nonsense. This was the will of a craftsman.
If you pay too much attention to the changes in the audience, you will have no time to take care of your own performance on the stage. Just as Grandma Ping said before, if it is a good thing, it will definitely be attractive to others.
As long as it is not a vase with a golden exterior but rotten interior, there is no need to be afraid of the test of falling. Moreover, now that you have Mo Ran's promise, nothing will happen.
They should regain their lost hearts, and start carving with real ideas, without fear of wind and rain, without fear of any slander, and let their own brilliance bloom.
"However, I still want to carve a face for the Immortal King. Boss Mo, tell us, what does the Immortal King look like?" a craftsman asked curiously.
Mo Ran was silent for a while, then said slowly without changing his expression: "The appearance of the Immortal Lord is not divine, but restrained, just like all living beings in the world. Therefore, he has the appearance of all living beings, so you can just carve a face at will."
The craftsman scratched his head and couldn't help but ask, "The Immortal King won't blame me for this, right?"
"The Immortal King is broad-minded and will not blame you for such trivial matters. Besides, carving the Mingxiao Lantern has been a long-standing tradition. The Immortal King knows your painstaking efforts and will probably be very pleased!" Mo Ran spoke eloquently, as if the Immortal King he was talking about was another person, not himself.
“That’s good.” Several highly skilled craftsmen responded in unison. They were the group of people who had just carved the stone sculpture of the Rock King Emperor. Only with their superb craftsmanship could they dare to carve the Mingxiao Lanterns of the Emperor and the Immortal King.
Several people placed their carving knives on the stone sculpture, which had basically been completed in appearance. They looked solemn as if they were facing a demon god, and stared intently with their other hands as they swung the hammers down with a bang.
With a few crackling sounds, the stone layers broke apart bit by bit and fell down. Several craftsmen were sweating on their foreheads and their breathing became heavier. All the other craftsmen were also watching this scene with burning eyes.
Time passed by bit by bit, and after the sea of clouds in the sky rolled by, the carving craftsmen finally breathed a sigh of relief. They dared to wipe the sweat off their foreheads and laughed as they looked at the Mingxiao Lantern, the True Lord who eliminated demons and obstacles, which they had carved.
"Hahaha, the carving is done, it's done!"
"Well, the appearance of all living beings is indeed correct." The person who spoke looked at the man in black, his smile growing instead of diminishing.
Mo Ran looked at the person who looked quite similar to himself, especially the eyebrows and eyes, which were exactly the same. He sighed in his heart, after all the twists and turns, he was still the same as me. Is it really difficult to reverse the fate?
The young craftsman looked at the Mingxiao lantern, then at the man in black, and wondered to himself, "Why do they look a bit like Boss Mo?"
The old craftsman smiled and said, "As I said, all living things are human. Isn't Boss Mo also one of the living beings? He is also the one who provides advice. It's okay if they are a little bit similar!"
Mo Ran smiled bitterly, feeling a little amused and helpless. He shook his head and saw a very huge Mingxiao Lantern. This Mingxiao Lantern had not been carved yet, and it required five or six people to hold it with their arms outstretched. It was indeed much bigger than other Mingxiao Lanterns.
It is said that the older you are, the more insightful you become. The old craftsman followed the line of sight of the man in black and, knowing that he was confused, he explained, "This is the stone prepared for the Dragon King Ruotu, but because there is no description or record, no work has started yet."
Mo Ran nodded and said leisurely, "The Dragon King Ruo Tuo is a good friend of the Emperor. The two of you are like bosom friends and can talk about almost anything. When the Dragon King was alive, he fought together with the Emperor. Wherever the two of you went to fight, you were always victorious!"
"His achievements and contributions are extraordinary, perhaps even greater than those of the Immortal Lord. Such an existence must not be let down. I happen to know something about the Dragon King's appearance. Now that time is short, I ask you all to start the work together."
Dozens of craftsmen nodded almost at the same time. They looked solemn, as if they were infected by Mo Ran's words. They were solemn and serious in commemorating the Dragon King who had passed away according to records.
Mo Ran looked at the Mingxiao Lantern and said slowly, "The Dragon King's body is as big as a mountain, and each of its scales is as big as a human. It shines brightly with golden light, its left eye is like the moon, and its right eye is like the sun..."
Following Mo Ran's meticulous description, the craftsmen seemed to see the Rada Dragon King standing in front of them, as if they could feel the supreme power. They moved the hammers in their hands and hit the handles of the knives, one by one, they cut into the stone.
Pieces of rock fell off, and a shocking earth dragon slowly appeared before people's eyes. The mighty Dragon King, who ruled over the underground and even the demons had to give him respect, was born.
Mo Ran looked at the finished Dragon King Mingxiao Lantern, smiled calmly, turned around and left the carving site at the dock. He only had less than a day left.
A group of craftsmen looked at the finished Ruota Dragon King's Bright Sky Lantern and all turned back to thank the man in black. Unfortunately, they only saw an empty space. The man in black had already left and was nowhere to be found.
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Outside the General Affairs Office of Yujingtai, Mo Ran stood here after reporting those unlearned scholars and unreasonable confused people.
He looked up at the big sun. It was almost noon, but there was still some time left, probably less than half an hour, and it was time to go to Jueyunjian.
A man in black looked around and saw no one. He disappeared in a flash and soon arrived among the peaks, surrounded by clouds and mist and dense forests.
"Help! Kind-hearted immortal, please come and save him! Otherwise he will drown!" As soon as he arrived, Mo Ran heard Paimeng's cry.
Within the field of vision, Ganyu, Paimeng, and Ying were standing side by side by the lake. Poor Sora was splashing in the water, waving his arms and legs wildly, trying hard to keep his head above the water to prevent the lake water from pouring into his lungs and blocking his airways.
Mo Ran looked at Kong, who seemed to be really drowning, and slowly walked towards the others. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Kong's acting skills are much better than I thought."
"Wow!" Paimon was frightened by the sudden sound and screamed. He did several backward flips in the air before he could barely steady his body. When he saw that the person was dressed in black, a look of indignation appeared on his face.
She put her hands on her hips and angrily said, "Mo Ran, what are you doing? You scared me to death!"
Ganyu's eyes flashed, and when she looked at the man in black, her gaze was slightly evasive, because she had been working frequently during this period and had not had a good rest. Lord Mo Ran should not be disappointed, right?
Ying turned her head and looked at the man in black. She caught a glimpse of a familiar figure with frosty hair walking towards them. She smiled and said, "You are here too. Are you here to look for your second daughter?"
Mo Ran also saw the frosty-haired figure, smiled over there, and said softly: "I haven't controlled my child so strictly yet."
Paimeng folded his hands and said faintly, "I didn't care at all!"
"I haven't really taken care of them, but they all have higher cultural knowledge than you, Paimeng! Alas, it's not your fault, Paimeng. It's because they are so excellent and impeccable!" Mo Ran raised his eyebrows and closed his eyes slightly. He looked very harmless with a forced smile.
"You! You make me so mad! I'm not going to pay attention to you, hum." Paimon turned his head away, looking as if he didn't care about the man in black.
Mo Ran naturally ignored her, and instead looked at the frosty-haired woman approaching, and called out, "Shen He."
"Father." Shen He smiled, her moon-stealing face was incomparably beautiful, and she said softly, "Sister and Xiao Qiqi should still be at home setting up the house, so I'm the only one out."
"During the Lantern Festival, it's really better to go out for a walk." Mo Ran said slowly as he looked at the blond boy splashing in the lake.
Gan Yu glanced at them and said, "Everyone, please chat first. I have some gifts that need to be delivered to Master's cave. See you later."
After saying that, Ganyu took light steps, her figure flashed, and she disappeared in an instant, just as fast as when she followed the man in black, crying and shouting for delicious food.
Shen He nodded, smiled and looked at the only 'scenery' on the lake, and said: "Traveler, why don't you come up first? If True Lord Liuyunjiefeng comes back and sees you in her lake, she will inevitably give you a verbal lesson again!"
"Okay." Kong stood up and walked to the shore on the knee-high surface of the lake. He turned his palms towards himself and circulated the element of wind to dry his clothes.
Paimeng couldn't help scratching his head, wondering, "Why haven't any immortals appeared after we've been calling for so long? It's ok that Master Liuyunjiefeng isn't here, but shouldn't Xiao be available whenever we call?"
Kong nodded, also confused, perhaps because of traveling with Paimon, his brain and IQ were assimilated, but Ying hadn't been here for too long, she looked at the black clothes and said, "It's probably because there is the strongest fighter among the immortals here!"
"So that's how it is. Humph, it's all Mo Ran's fault! He's the reason why we can't find the immortal!" Paimeng said indignantly, stomping his little feet in the air, showing his anger.
Mo Ran spread his hands and said with a smile: "Can you blame me for this? Forget it, forget it. If you want to find an immortal, why don't you ask me directly, or ask Grandma Ping and my elder sister? Why do you have to make such a trip?"
"Oh, that's right!" Paimon suddenly woke up, looked at the frosty-haired woman, and asked, "Shenhe, you should know which immortal can play music and save drowning people, right?"
Shen He thought for a moment, looked at Paimeng with a pleading look in his eyes, and said, "After all, any immortal can help a drowning person, but as for playing beautiful music, there seem to be only three possibilities. What are the characteristics of the immortal you are looking for?"
Paimon scratched his head again, thought for a long time, and said, "It seems that no one said it. I just know that there are three of them standing together."
"That is to say, three of them often travel together, and at least one of them can play music..." Shen He caught a glimpse of the change in his father's expression and waited for a reply.
Mo Ran looked normal and nodded slightly.
Shen He then said, "As far as I know, among the immortals, the only ones who might be recognized as immortals and can play music are my father, Grandma Ping, and Aunt Guizhong."
Hearing this, Paimeng looked at the man in black, still very angry, and said: "Mo Ran! Since you knew, why didn't you tell us? It took us so long to find it!"
Mo Ran said calmly: "Who told you not to ask? You just run around like a headless fly!"
"How should I know you can play music?"
"During the Immortal Sent-off Ceremony, I played two songs with Grandma Ping and my elder sister. Have you forgotten?"
"I, I didn't!" Paimeng had indeed forgotten about these unimportant things, but in the current situation, he could not show weakness, so he was justified but also confident.
Kong couldn't stand their quarreling any longer, so he said slowly, "Shen He, do you have any favorite music? Can you tell me about it?"
"I like it..." Shen He paused for a moment, looked at the man in black, and said slowly, "When I was a child, I heard my father play a flute. The music, like the sound of flowing water and the chirping of birds, is something I still cannot forget!"