Zhao Zhengpeng continued: "Zhuang Mingjiang's words are like a strong wind and grass, majestic, and when he writes, he has his own artistic conception like a strong wind, and he also has the style of a master. So I think, this time the game, it's a draw!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar again!

The people present are not fools, the laymen are the villagers, but the people of the Calligraphy Association are not laymen, the words of Haotian and Zhuang Mingjiang, you can know it when you compare them, and it is obvious that Haotian's words are better!

But look at Zhuang Mingjiang, everyone understands, this is Zhao Zhengpeng saving face for Zhuang Mingjiang, otherwise this time Zhuang Mingjiang lost to a little-known little Taoist priest, and his face would be lost.

But Ma Hai didn't do it: "Zhao Zhengpeng, where did you get the face to say this? Zhuang Mingjiang, are you embarrassed to say it's a draw?"

Zhao Zhengpeng frowned and said, "Ma Hai, what else do you want to do? Don't you just want to be famous? You are still not satisfied with a draw with Zhuang Mingjiang?"

"I'm sorry for you!"

Zhao Zhengpeng's old face was blue and he was about to get angry.

But I heard Zhuang Rongrong say: "Dad, your handwriting is really not as good as that of the little Taoist?"

Zhuang Mingjiang looked at Haotian, Haotian smiled slightly, and said, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

"This is a true master, and my words are not as good as his. After speaking, Zhuang Mingjiang's always tense face suddenly melted, and said: "I have always been pretentious, and today I know that I am just a frog at the bottom of the well! I have never seen the master's font, but the artistic conception in this word, I have only seen it in the hands of the older generation of masters." Master, I apologize to you for my previous rudeness, and I will publish a separate Weibo post after I go back to formally apologize to you. ”

Zhuang Rongrong said in astonishment: "Oh my God, Dad, you actually lost?" and then looked at Haotian and said incredulously: "Little ...... Master, did you start practicing calligraphy from your mother's womb? Also, didn't you say that you don't know calligraphy? Didn't you say that you couldn't use a brush? You lied to me about your feelings! Didn't you say that a Taoist priest is a cultivator and can't lie?"

Haotian smiled helplessly: "Donor, Poor Dao is indeed the first time to use a brush, as for the word? However, Poor Dao has seen really good characters, and compared with Poor Dao's characters, there is a difference of 108,000 miles! In this way, how can Poor Dao be embarrassed to say that he can calligraphy?"

Zhuang Rongrong didn't speak, but Zhuang Mingjiang exclaimed, "The master has ever seen a better word?"

Haotian nodded: "The poor monks don't speak. ”

Zhuang Mingjiang asked: "The characters that the master has seen are the fonts written by the masters? What is the name of this font? and can you have the honor to see that character below?"

Haotian smiled bitterly in his heart, and when he looked at it, he didn't know where to look at it! How could he take it out and show it to Zhuang Mingjiang?

So Haotian shook his head and said: "This character is called the ancestral dragon document, which is the text created by my Taoist patriarch and the Buddha when they saw the dragon soaring into the sky. This word, the poor road has only one side, and the layman is afraid that he will be disappointed. ”

Zhuang Rongrong asked in disbelief: "Little master, how is this possible? Since you have seen that word, you should keep it, right? How can it be a one-sided relationship?"

"What little master, call master!" Zhuang Rongrong reprimanded.

Zhuang Rongrong pouted and said, "It's obviously a little ...... Master......"

"The one who reaches is the first, how can you judge the size by age?" Zhuang Mingjiang reprimanded with a straight face.

Zhuang Rongrong shouted unwillingly: "Master......"

Haotian smiled slightly and returned the salute. As for Zhuang Mingjiang's question, he just shook his head and didn't say anything, he didn't want to lie, so as not to be struck by lightning.

When Zhuang Mingjiang heard this, he looked disappointed, and saluted: "Since the master refuses to say, I won't force it." After speaking, he looked at Zhao Zhengpeng, whose face was pale, and said with a wry smile: "What I just wanted to say is to sentence me to lose." But Brother Zhao ...... Ay. ”

After speaking, Zhuang Mingjiang took out a bank card and handed it to Zhao Zhengpeng and said: "This is most of my savings, and one million is available." The password is 668866"

After speaking, Zhuang Mingjiang took Zhuang Rongrong and Yang Kaifen's hands and went down the mountain.

Zhuang Mingjiang is gone, and everyone knows that this farce is completely over.

Zhu Erdan said angrily: "The main owner has admitted defeat, Old Man Zhao, you still don't admit it?"

Zhao Zhengpeng snorted coldly, threw the bank card to Ma Hai, and said, "You won!

After speaking, Zhao Zhengpeng strode away.

As a result, when he went down the mountain, Zhao Zhengpeng scolded directly: "Who TM deflated my car tires?!......"

When the other calligraphy associations saw this, they also dispersed. Especially the members of the Calligraphy Association in Songwu County, they couldn't stand the cold for a long time, and hurried down the mountain.

"Ahh

"Master, are you lucky enough to learn this ancestral dragon book?" At this time, He Xuewen came to Haotian and asked a little embarrassed.

"Hey, Senior He, you are too polite to say this, right? I don't know who helped Zhao Zhengpeng to praise Zhuang Mingjiang there, and deliberately blew the black whistle. The fat man scoffed.

He Xuewen's face flushed, and he bowed to Haotian and said, "It was indeed my mistake just now, please don't be surprised." ”

Haotian also saluted: "The old man is polite, the poor Tao is still not good at learning and art, how can he teach people? But he said in his heart: The food on the mountain, eating alone is still a little nervous, if you come here again, won't you starve to death to the poor road? What's more, the poor road is a grudge!

He Xuewen reluctantly said goodbye and left, but he was a little unwilling in his heart.

These people have all gone down the mountain, and Gao Jiagui, who is the village party secretary, naturally followed the mountain to take care of them, although these people are not good, but whether the village can be famous or not, you have to count on them.

The other villagers were impressed by Haotian, praised them one by one, and then dispersed.

When these people dispersed, the fat man, monkey, and Ma Hai immediately came up and said with a smile: "Master, congratulations!"

Haotian smiled bitterly and said: "A few laymen, how happy is it? This competition, don't have it again in the future." ”

This is Haotian's heart, after these people came, the Taoist temple was noisy, and it was really tiring. Moreover, he is really not good at dealing with people, and when there are many people, he is a little confused.

Ma Hai also drove ducks to the shelves this time, and he didn't greet Haotian before and after the incident, but he was relieved to see that Fang Zheng didn't mean to be angry. I promise that in the future, there will never be a second time!

After speaking, Ma Hai said, "Master, there is another bet in this competition, and we won a million bets. But the master is the main force, so we want to divide the ...... "house".