Seeing this, a strange smile flashed in Zhu Erdan's eyes, and he said, "I'll give you a big meal later! Dare to make trouble with Haotian......?"

An hour later, Zhuang Mingjiang's family, Zhao Zhengpeng and other people from the Ancient City Calligraphy Association finally climbed Yizhi Mountain.

Even so, these pampered people were tired enough, and when they came to the Taoist temple, they were even more out of breath.

Zhao Zhengpeng smiled bitterly: "I finally saw the Taoist temple, go in and rest, I'm tired." ”

As a result, when I looked up, there was a large group of people sitting at the door, and some people lit a fire and baked a fire there.

"Dad, why are there so many beggars in the Taoist temple? These beggars don't look for a place to warm up at the bottom of the mountain, what are they doing at the door of the Taoist temple?" Zhuang Mingjiang's voice was not loud, but it was not small, and the big cake face and others heard it, and suddenly their old faces turned red, and they were embarrassed to speak.

And the fat man laughed and said: "Little girl, these are not beggars, these are all great calligraphers in Yongping County! Come to the mountain to be inspired, take off your pants and write, that's called a sour sour." ”

Zhuang Mingjiang looked at these people suspiciously, and then looked at Ouyang Huaya, who was well-dressed and imposing, shook his head and said, "This is too far away, right?"

She didn't know that when these people first came, which one of them was not well-dressed? Several of them were not necessarily worse than Zhuang Mingjiang in terms of bearing, after all, those who practiced calligraphy would be under the influence of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and their temperament would be self-contained. It's just that whoever was changed, was chased by a wolf, and under the embarrassment, his temperament and everything were gone.

People rely on clothes and horses and saddles, and without good clothes, they are messy, and they are deprived of their spirits and spirits, and they are ashamed of themselves, that is, they are beggars.

However, there are also people who have not been taken care of by the lone wolf, such as how to learn the old man, he has always abided by the rules of the Taoist temple, Haotian let everyone quiet, he took a few apprentices and did not speak loudly, and even after Haotian left, he took his disciples out of the Taoist temple in advance, so as to avoid the danger of being chased by wolves.

Zhuang Rongrong recognized He Lao at a glance, stepped forward and said, "He Lao, this ...... What the hell is going on? How is this like a fight?"

"Well, that's a long story. He Xuewen smiled bitterly, he was really embarrassed to say this, shame!

The big cake face also diverted the topic and said, "Brother Zhuang, you are here." Hurry up and teach the little Taoist priest, this Taoist priest is simply ...... It's just not a thing! When we went to visit the Taoist temple, he also let dogs bite people. That's it, he didn't even let us enter the Taoist temple to compete, and the competition was outside the Taoist temple! Do you say that people are not angry?"

"Dong Mingwei, what you said is true? This Taoist priest is not polite to you, and even lets a dog bite people? He Lao, is this true?" Zhuang Rongrong continued to ask questions, her eyes burning with anger! He was pit by the villagers at the bottom of the mountain, and these friends went up the mountain, but they were pitted by the Taoist priest! I only felt angry in my stomach, and I was angry!

When Zhuang Rongrong heard this, she covered her small mouth, her face was shocked, and then she was a little funny. Although she didn't think that little Taoist priest could win against her father, she began to be curious about this strange Taoist priest.

Yang Kaifen also wondered, this Taoist priest is too unqualified!

"What is it serious! Don't talk about what you have done? The Taoist priests who run away are shouting and reciting some nonsense poems, and they are all light on letting the dogs go. If you want me to say, it's true to just slap you alone!" exclaimed the fat man.

Zhuang Mingjiang turned around and saw Ma Hai sitting next to the fat man.

Zhuang Mingjiang also ignored the fat man, this person who was a bit ruffian, he didn't want to deal with it, so as not to cause trouble. Zhuang Mingjiang said: "Ma Hai, you invited the competition, what's the matter? This is scared, I don't dare to compare? Make so many moths, do you want me to retreat?"

Ma Hai had already heard about Zhuang Mingjiang's experience, and said, "Zhuang Mingjiang, don't spew blood." The competition was arranged by me, and the master didn't know it, so it would be good if they didn't refuse. As for the things you encountered, it can only be said that character determines fate. ”

"I don't tell you these useless things, is it better or not?" Zhuang Mingjiang really didn't want to continue to fight with Ma Hai, the cold wind on the mountain, many members of the calligraphy association, their pants were bitten, if it wasn't for the fire, they would have frozen out long ago. In the cold wind, shivering, it really looks like asking for rice flowers, shameful.

Ma Haidao: "The Haotian Daoist agreed to the competition, but it can't be in the Taoist temple." I'm going to go and borrow two tables from the Taoist chief, so let's be outside. ”

"How can this work? On this cold day, my hands are almost frozen, and I have a hard time holding a pen, how can I write?" Zhuang Rongrong shouted.

Ma Haidao: "Then bake the fire to keep warm." ”

After speaking, Ma Hai pushed open the gate of the Heavenly Dao Temple and went to Haotian.

"Chair, table?" Haotian looked at Ma Hai in amazement.

Ma Haidao: "Yes, calligraphy competition, this is a must." ”

"No ......" Haotian's head shook like a rattle, jokes, he himself often uses stones as benches, where are the chairs and tables for others to use.

Ma Hai didn't believe it, Haotian asked him to find it by himself, Ma Hai took a turn in the Taoist temple, and it seemed that except for the offering table in the Buddha Hall of the Taoist Temple, there really wasn't a decent table, and he was suddenly bitter.

"Master, isn't there any other way?" asked Ma Hai.

Haotian shook his head and said: "No, you have also seen it, my Taoist temple is very poor, not to mention tables and chairs, even pen, ink, paper and inkstone." ”

Ma Haidao: "I have prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the master, but there is no table, so it will be troublesome." ”

As he was talking, there was a commotion outside.

Haotian and Ma Hai went out to take a look, only to see the branch secretary Gao Jiagui, the village chief He Chang, and the accountant Shen Liyun coming, and a group of villagers watching the excitement. Among the villagers, Zhu Erdan, Shen Lifu and others were carrying tables one after another.

As soon as they met, Gao Jiagui first greeted Zhuang Mingjiang, Zhao Zhengpeng and others, these people were all literati in the city, and it was a new thing to be able to come to this poor and remote country. Thinking about it, if these literati can help promote the Xia Tian Taoist Temple and Chongyang Village, their village may still be able to leverage its development and development.

Although Zhuang Mingjiang and Zhao Zhengpeng were arrogant and from the city, they did not behave too coldly in the face of Gao Jiagui and others, and they greeted each other, which was considered harmonious.

At this time, Haotian came out, and Gao Jiagui shouted: "Haotian Xiao...... Haotian Daoist, I heard that you are going to hold a calligraphy contest on this mountain, and I know that there are no tables in your Taoist temple, so I specially got two tables to come up. Can you see if it works?"