Zhu Erdan followed and shouted, "This is already the largest, smoothest, and cleanest table that can be found." ”

Haotian said helplessly: "This, if the poor road is writing, you can do anything." It's a good table......"

"You can do it if you think it's okay, who is that...... Do you think it's okay? No, I didn't change it. Zhu Erdan shouted.

Zhuang Mingjiang didn't look at Zhu Erdan, patted the table, and said to Shen Lifu and the others: "It's okay, a few people have worked hard." ”

The table was ready, the people from the village came, and the scene became more lively, but some people were not happy, and that was the people of the Calligraphy Association. Because Zhu Erdan knew that these people were from Zhuang Mingjiang's side, he immediately took the villagers and carried forward his hooligan style and ridiculed. One will compare the length of pants with this, and the hairstyle will compare with that one, and I will almost scold a group of literati on the street.

And here, Gao Jiagui, He Chang, Zhao Zhengpeng and others arranged the competition venue, Yang Fang, Chen Lili and others set up the cameras, and a game was held in such a hurry in the ice and snow.

Haotian originally planned to help, but was refused, in Zhao Zhengseng's words, they did it, everyone can rest assured.

Haotian rolled his eyes, just like calligraphy, how can he cheat?

Haotian was also happy to be idle, just watching from the side.

As a result, a little girl came over, looked at Fang Zheng curiously, and asked, "You really know how to write?"

Haotian looked at the little girl, made a hand, and nodded: "Fusheng Immeasurable Tianzun, a female layman, poor Dao really can't write." ”

"Uh...... Then, then you still compare calligraphy with my father?" The little girl was Zhuang Rongrong, looking at Haotian in a daze.

Haotian was stunned, he didn't expect this girl to be his opponent's daughter, but one yard counts as one yard, and he didn't say hello to Zhuang Rongrong, but smiled indifferently: "The poor words are too ugly, I'm really embarrassed to take it out and say that I can write." ”

Haotian said this very calmly, he had seen the real ancestral dragon writing, that is Taoist calligraphy, that kind of majestic feeling, that is called shock! His words are not as good as a piece of compared to Dao Zu's.

Zhuang Rongrong saw that Haotian said so calmly, and really believed it, and shook her head slightly: "Your handwriting is so poor, why are you embarrassed to hype?" Hey...... To be honest, I'm not optimistic about you. My dad is a well-known calligrapher in the city, and he has won first place in several calligraphy competitions in the city! There are hundreds of students......

Zhuang Rongrong muttered a lot of things about Zhuang Mingjiang's calligraphy as if pouring beans, and Haotian listened with a smile the whole time.

He doesn't know if he can win or not, but he just wants to have fun, how boring it is in this big winter! As for winning or losing? It is good to win, and it is good to have a reputation. It doesn't matter if he loses, he is a great calligrapher, he is just a nameless little Taoist priest, who will laugh at him? Even if he laughs, Haotian doesn't know. Could it be that the other party would run to the door of the Taoist temple to scold him?

Zhuang Rongrong said it was cool, and a calligrapher from the Ancient City Writers Association came over and said, "Rongrong, don't tell him." Can a little Taoist priest of a small Taoist temple understand what calligraphy is? If he wins, I'll eat the table!"

Haotian glanced at this person, this person is not tall, about 1.7 meters, his appearance is average, but he has a sense of arrogance. This arrogance is not only aimed at Haotian, but even when looking at the people of the Yongping County Writers' Association, he also carries it. Obviously, he doesn't look down on people in small places at all, this is a high-minded and arrogant master with his own passive skills of mockery.

Haotian smiled slightly, and didn't say anything, but he remembered this person's words.

Zhuang Rongrong said with a smile: "Liu Xuewei, you said this yourself, don't regret it when the time comes." ”

"Manly man, do what you say!" Liu Xuewei said confidently, and then said to Haotian: "Little Taoist, if I were you, I would close the door and not participate in this game." Although he has a bad reputation for skipping the game, it is better than losing. ”

The mud bodhisattva still has three points of fire, not to mention a young man with strong blood? Haotian smiled slightly and said, "You don't need to worry about the layman, you better prepare some stomach and diet tablets." ”

"I'm in good stomach, what do you want to do with that?" Liu Xuewei didn't react, and asked rhetorically.

Haotian smiled and said nothing, but Zhuang Rongrong laughed and pulled Liu Xuewei away.

Soon, the competition was about to end, and Zhao Zhengpeng, as the president of the Ancient City Calligraphy Association, was naturally qualified to be a referee. He Xuewei, as an old-timer and the president of the Yongping County Calligraphy Association, is also qualified to be a referee.

As for the others, it's all about watching the fun.

For such a referee system, Haotian doesn't care. Although the fat man has objections, it is useless. There is a specialization in the art industry, and no one else can be this referee.

While speaking, Haotian and Zhuang Mingjiang were brought to the table, and sure enough, the rice paper had been spread out on the table, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had been placed.

On Zhuang Mingjiang's side, Yang Kaifen was in charge of grinding the ink, Zhuang Mingjiang stood proudly with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, as if there was no one in his eyes but himself.

Seeing this scene, many people nodded secretly, and said: "It is worthy of being a calligraphy master in the city, this move, this bearing, is really extraordinary." It's quite a bit, and the feeling of being cold in the heights. ”

"We can't say that, after all, there are better masters than Mr. Zhuang wrote. But here, no one can beat it, it's true. ”

"Hehe, I just want to know if the little Taoist priest will have the courage to continue writing after seeing Mr. Zhuang's words for a while. ”

"It is estimated that if Mr. Zhuang falls down, he will have to admit defeat. ”

……

Everyone said that they were muttering, but in fact, the sound was not small, Haotian and Zhuang Mingjiang heard it clearly, it stands to reason that writing calligraphy is taboo and noisy. But Zhao Zhengpeng, the referee, did not mean to stop it, but looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard it. He Xuewen frowned, wanted to speak several times, and finally didn't say anything.

Haotian is not ignorant of calligraphy, seeing this scene, his heart is slightly cold: "A small calligraphy competition, these people can't be treated fairly, such a state of mind, if you can come out of the master, there will be a ghost." No wonder Huaxia has no master, his heart is sick, he is really sick!"

However, Haotian was not affected, there was no gain or loss, naturally there was no pressure, standing there quietly, quietly waiting for the competition to start.

Haotian has a moon-white robe on his body, the moon-white robe can amplify his own good mentality and temperament, his heart is calm, and the temperament exuded by the whole person standing there is also completely different from Zhuang Mingjiang!

Zhuang Mingjiang is sharp, and Haotian is neutral and peaceful, quiet and inactive. Anyone who sees him will subconsciously feel peaceful, with a kind of comfort and peace from the heart.