"Little brother, I'm really sorry, I have something to do, so I'll go first, and I'll come back another day!"

Xie Hao didn't care about drinking tea, said a word to He Changzai, waved at the disciples, and prepared to take them away.

At this time, these disciples of Xie Hao all stayed in place, motionless, and spoke one after another.

"Master, the words you write are not at the same level as the words written by this handsome guy, so I'm going to switch to him!"

"Master, as the saying goes, good birds choose trees to perch, I think you must hope that I have a better development!"

"Master, I've been with you for more than ten years, and I'm in my thirties, and I'm still unknown, so I can't hang myself on a rope!"

......

"Whatever you want, I wish you a great future!"

Xie Hao touched his lips, feeling very unpleasant, and turned around and went down the mountain.

"I live in the mountains, just to be pure, but I have no intention of accepting disciples...... Don't bother me, or I'll be welcome!"

He Changzai had already washed the inkstone and was ready to go back.

Coupled with the hustle and bustle of Xie Hao's disciples, he said a word to them and cleaned up his things.

Go straight down the mountain and head to the farmhouse.

These disciples looked at He Changzai's back, and their faces were very ugly.

"A group of white-eyed wolves, I have worked hard to cultivate you in vain!"

Xie Hao glanced at the group of disciples, said hatefully, and walked down the mountain quickly.

A group of men and women, standing still, for a while, not only where to go.

After Xie Hao went down the mountain, he got into a Chevrolet and drove towards Kyoto.

On the way, while driving, he muttered to himself:

"This kind of apprentice who is like a wall grass, don't do it, wait for my work to win the prize in the national calligraphy competition this time, what kind of disciple with excellent character and learning can't find it!"

......

It wasn't until sunset that Xie Hao drove the car to the collection site of the Kyoto National Calligraphy Competition.

Xie Hao took out three of his works that he was originally going to participate in the calligraphy competition.

took out the worst one, replaced it with the one He Chang was there, pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked straight into the hall.

At this time, the hall dedicated to calligraphers from all over the country to submit their entries was overcrowded.

Many men and women who are dressed in literary and artistic clothes are in groups of three or five, communicating with each other.

Among them, the four were more or less followed by a few disciples, and the old man who usually disagreed with himself and Xie Hao walked towards him.

One by one, they spoke coldly and sarcastically.

"Xie Hao, why didn't you even bring a disciple when you came to compete, didn't they even eat with you, starved to death!"

"Xie Hao, you are also a calligrapher with the same name as the four of us, you drive a Chevrolet all day long, you are not shabby, I feel ashamed for you!"

"Xie Hao, what kind of good works did you take this time, let us help you palm, don't even rank up at that time, it's a big shame!"

"Yes, Xie Hao, I heard that your wife works in the National Calligraphy Association, if it weren't for her, would you have won an award every time?"

Xie Hao listened to the words of the four old men, coughed violently a few times, and said angrily:

"For those of you who like to do what you like, and who write that the judges like fonts, you don't deserve to read my words at all!"

An old man of medium stature, with a slumped back, a little bald, named Lin San, with a few disciples, walked up to Xie Hao and said mockingly:

"Yo Yo Yo, don't let you look at your words, it's really a little family, let you look at this master's words...... Yuan Yi, bring the cursive script for the teacher, and let Master Xie have long eyes!"

A smart-looking woman wearing a red gown, bangs, and a ponytail held a rolled piece of rice paper and paced forward.

Unfolded in front of Xie Hao, suddenly a pen walked the dragon and snake, and the majestic words appeared in front of him.

Among them, it is written a great man's poem.

Life is easy to grow old, and it is difficult to grow old.

Now it is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers of the battlefield are extraordinarily fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring.

It is better than spring, and the sky is frosty.

The three old men around him gathered around, looked at the words, and admired one after another.

"Brother Lin deserves to be the gold medal winner of every national calligraphy competition, this cursive writing is wild and extraordinary!"

"Xie Hao, this is the strength of the champion, I will ask you if you are convinced!"

"Take a silver award every time, see what you can, don't be vassal, don't sell words to those you think are vulgar...... What kind of handwriting do you write, don't you have a point in your heart?"

Xie Hao touched his bitter lips and unfolded a copy of the Lanting Collection Preface that he copied to the people around him.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"Xingshu pays attention to a chic and handsome, obviously Brother Xie, your words are not yet hot!"

"This piece of writing, if you hand it in, it is estimated that you will not be able to keep it!"

"On the power of the pen, on the bearing of the words, what point can you compare with Brother Lin, I really don't know who gave you the courage to show off!"

"It's really following the wolf to eat meat, and the dog to eat, I remember I heard someone's disciple complain last time, I followed someone to learn calligraphy for more than ten years, or unknown!"

"A few days ago, I wrote a painting to Mr. Jiang of the construction company, and I got 30,000 yuan, thanks to Master Lin's teaching!"

......

Xie Jun looked at the other party's cursive handwriting, and then looked at his own calligraphy, feeling a little unsatisfactory.

Under the humiliation of the people around him, he was really angry this time, and directly tore up the Lanting set of preface that he had worked hard to copy out and prepare for the competition.

Glancing at everyone, he unfolded the Youxian poem in his hand that he was copying to show the group, and said coldly:

"If you think this painting is not good, then I will quit the calligraphy circle and never use my pen again!"

The group of people around, after seeing the words He Chang was writing, were dumbfounded and amazed.

"Good words, this word is strong and handsome, giving people a sense of leisurely landscape, full of charm, I Lin is ashamed of myself!"

"These words, not excited, like a clear stream, slow flowing, line in what it should do, stop at what it should do, have a gentleman's character, gentle as jade!"

"Xie Jun, as far as I know, you don't have the skills to write this kind of words!"

"Look at the seal on it, the name seems to be called He Chang Zai!"

......

Just as the group was discussing, a man who was over the age of six, wore a pair of glasses, and looked like an old pedant passed by, and he happened to see several calligraphy masters such as Xie Jun, who often won the top few, looking at a word.

When I stepped forward to take a look, I couldn't help but widen my eyes and exclaim.

"This line of calligraphy is the most beautiful line of calligraphy I have seen since I was the president of the National Calligraphy Association for decades, and I think that the champion of this national calligraphy competition is this work nine times out of ten!"