After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 166 The Heart of Inheritance
Master Zhang Yunxi is good at paper-cutting.

The main material is bone paper, supplemented by surface painting. In addition to traditional funeral paper, they also make lion heads, dragon heads, clam shells, colorful boats, potted flowers, lanterns, etc.

Among the ghost masters that Song Miaozhu invited from the underworld, there were also many who were good at paper-cutting. There were ancient people and modern people, from all over the country, and their skills were among the best.

Song Miaozhu took out the paper-making that he had recently learned from Mr. Caizha Ghost and discussed it with Master Zhang Yunxi.

Zhang Yunxi was very surprised: "You also learned paper-cutting? This shape looks like the paper-cutting technique for making mythical beasts in the old Wu Nuo rituals in the southwest region!"

Song Miaozhu looked at the little paper horse she had made and felt ashamed:

"It's a paper-cut mythical beast, yes. But I've only just started learning, and even this miniature paper horse is crooked! It's hard for you to tell the technique used."

"You! It's just that your hands are still a little green, and the bamboo strips aren't tied firmly, but the exaggerated shape, the mysterious pattern, and the characteristics and essence of colorful paper-cut mythical beasts are all intact! Just touch the strips more and practice your hand, and this little paper horse will soon be full of spirit."

Zhang Yunxi asked, "Who is your master? I wanted to go to the southwest to find a master who can make colorful and divine beasts to exchange ideas, but I couldn't find anyone!"

Even the inheritor of this intangible cultural heritage has not been found, and it is believed to have been completely lost.

I didn't expect there is such a hidden gem here.

"The teacher who taught me how to make this little paper horse was called Liao Hongchang. He lived in the late Republic of China and is now... in Fengdu!" said Song Miaozhu.

"Republic of China? Fengdu?" Zhang Yunxi was stunned for a moment before reacting: "Your master... is a ghost!"

Song Miaozhu nodded.

The rest does not need further explanation. Master Zhang Yunxi came to her for help in looking after the gold ingots because he knew that she had connections with the underworld.

"That's great!" Zhang Yunxi said enviously, "In the past, the Spiritual Adjustment Bureau only knew how to recruit ghosts to investigate the affairs of the underworld, but they never imagined that the ghost masters in the underworld who mastered lost skills are truly precious! What a pity... now they can't be found... Fortunately, we have you. Those lost paper-making skills may have a chance to see the light of day again!"

Zhang Yunxi looked at Song Miaozhu's little paper horse again and suddenly couldn't help but say, "You need to practice your basic skills in cutting bamboo strips! For such a small paper horse, the bamboo strips need to be thinner!"

He took a pinch and said, "This bamboo is too old! Where can you find bamboo here? Take me to have a look. I will teach you how to choose bamboo and how to cut bamboo strips!"

As he was talking, he even became interested in the small cakes and milk tea, and was determined to help Song Miaozhu improve her basic skills in selecting bamboo to make strips.

Song Miaozhu seemed to see the shadow of the ghost teacher who taught her in her.

I subconsciously closed the shop and followed her out.

She rode her own electric scooter, followed by Old Lady Zhang, who was wearing sunglasses and riding a stylish motorcycle, all the way to Xiaozhu Mountain.

"I can tell at a glance that this is where our paper-making craftsmen live. There must be a bamboo forest around it!"

Zhang Yunxi smiled and went to her storage room to pick up a few knives, then took her into the bamboo forest.

Song Miaozhu was so skilled that she felt that Master Zhang Yunxi was more familiar with her own bamboo mountain than she was with it.

As we walked, we talked about how to choose this bamboo.

Song Miaozhu quickly came back to her senses and listened carefully.

This is indeed what she lacks at the moment.

She could only stay in the underworld for three hours every day. Due to the environment in the underworld, the ghost masters could only teach her a limited amount of basic skills in selecting bamboo and cutting bamboo strips. Most of the time, the ghost masters told her to return to the world of the living to practice on her own.

Feedback was delayed, and the ghost teachers weren't as sensitive to the material as they were when they were alive, so the final learning efficiency was very average. Master Zhang Yunxi took her on a tour of Zhushan, and the things that the ghost teachers had previously explained to her, which had seemed vague, suddenly gave her intuitive answers.

Song Miaozhu was so grateful that she wanted to take Master Zhang down the mountain at noon to treat her to some spiritual food.

"What spiritual food do you want to eat? I see there are some spiritual energy points wandering around your courtyard and the mountain. Let's cut some bamboo strips and absorb some. It's almost like eating."

Zhang Yunxi couldn't stay in Lingcheng for long, but he couldn't bear to see Song Miaozhu, a promising young man who could inherit the lost paper-making skills from the ghosts in the underworld, being delayed by these basic skills.

At this moment, I wish I could split the time into two halves so that I can catch up with her.

Song Miaozhu couldn't persuade her, so the two of them carried the bamboo back to the yard and started teaching.

Spiritual power strengthened their bodies, increasing their speed, flexibility and jumping ability, but had little effect on their strength.

It's quite tiring to carry these bamboos back.

But after the two of them cut bamboo strips for a while and absorbed some spiritual power, the spiritual power circulated in their bodies and they were no longer tired.

After watching Song Miaozhu whittle bamboo strips for an entire afternoon, Zhang Yunxi left with satisfaction: "If there's anything you don't understand from what the ghost masters are teaching, just contact me! You're welcome. We can't let those skills get lost again."

The roar of the motorcycle faded away, and the old lady's energetic figure disappeared at the foot of the mountain. Song Miaozhu turned around and went back to the house.

When she went to the underworld for class at night, she used the Underworld Network app to chat with the ghost teachers.

The next day, Song Miaozhu copied the drawings for the whole morning, scanned them into electronic files, and sent them to Master Zhang Yunxi.

[Meow Bamboo: Thank you for your guidance yesterday. [File Package]]

[Attitude 18: A large, paper-made horse, a paper-made sedan chair, miniature, paper-made satin dolls... Oh my goodness! These are all lost, unique paper-making techniques. Master Song, these are so precious!]

Meow Bamboo: I've asked the ghost masters, and they're all happy to have more people learn their unique skills. I've only learned these traditional paper-cutting techniques right now. When I learn new ones, I'll copy the drawings for you!

Master Zhang Yunxi taught her with all his heart yesterday, which deeply touched her.

Before the revival of spiritual energy, traditional handicrafts were almost at the end of their lives, and inheritance was a major concern for every craftsman.

Master Zhang Yunxi was reluctant to see some lost paper-making skills forgotten, so he helped her make up for the shortcomings in selecting bamboo strips.

She has the opportunity to travel between the Yin and Yang worlds and make friends with so many ghost gentlemen. Shouldn't she do something too?
The inheritance of "The Secret Art of Paper-folding" is a secret, but what about Mr. Ghost's other skills?

Today is the era for masters of skills to practice, but many traditional skills have long disappeared in the long river of time, which is a pity.

Only then did he ask the ghost masters for their opinions and sent the copied and scanned drawings to Master Zhang Yunxi.

Master Zhang Yunxi has more experience in paper-making than her, so he should learn faster and better than her.

However, Song Miaozhu didn't mind. Although these drawings were exquisite, they had not been processed with spiritual energy and had no special effects.

Of course, it is unclear what the creature will look like after being nourished by spiritual power.

But that was Master Zhang Yunxi's own fate.

(End of this chapter)