"Amitabha, don't be angry, this is performance art. The old monk smiled at him with a kind smile.

Hearing this, all the anger of the strong man burst out, and he scolded: "Fuck you, performance art, I'll kill you!"

As a result, I saw countless pairs of shoes flying over, hitting him with a snap, and suddenly hitting him with his head and running away.

When the rain of shoes passed, he raised his head and said angrily, "Who?"

As a result, the audience around me said in unison: "Me!"

Then I heard someone shouting, "Brothers and sisters, show him the real art!"

So a crowd of people swarmed up!

The strong man and two other assistants were swallowed up by the crowd amid screams...... Screams rang out one after another.

A few minutes later, two policemen arrived: "What are you doing?

Seeing the police coming, everyone stopped, a crooked monk in the crowd looked up at the police, and Master Liu, who was pressed under him, said angrily: "Police, he beats people!"

Policeman: "Lay down your arms!"

Fang Zheng looked at the shoe in his hand, and with an oh sound, he fell......

Syllable!

The sole of the shoe fell on Master Liu's face, and just listening to that voice, everyone felt their faces hurt......

Then the crooked monk said with an embarrassed face: "I'm sorry, inertia...... I lifted it high, and I subconsciously fell, but I didn't expect it to hit again. ”

The police, the audience was collectively speechless.

Master Liu shouted with a sad and indignant face: "Police, they beat people, you don't care?"

Fang Zheng got up, put on his shoes, and then took out another shoe from Master Liu's hand, that is, the first one that flew over to hit Master Liu, and then put them all on, and stomped his feet in front of Master Liu, shining his shoes......

Master Liu said angrily: "Sure enough, it's you! Fuck your performance art, I'll fight with you!"

Master Liu suddenly realized, a wave of anger came up, got up, jumped up to hit Fangzheng!

As a result, Fang Zheng also jumped up, just standing on the table, Master Liu was not tall, although he jumped up, it was still not high, and this fist just hit Fang Zheng's knee. His knees were much harder than his fists, and he punched him with all his might, and he exerted his extraordinary performance with anger, so the small brittle bones of his old arms and legs ......

Click!

Oh......

Master Liu covered his already twisted arm and shouted, "My hands...... The police...... Catch this guy, hit this guy!"

The policemen were speechless when they saw this scene, and then looked at the old monk who was also speechless and looked innocent.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, several donors, this donor poor monk didn't fight back, but this donor jumped up and hit the poor monk's kneecap, this is also a beating, right?"

Burst!

People couldn't help but laugh anymore when they heard this......

"Haha...... This master, haha...... Too short, jump up and hit the kneecaps, this Nima...... Haha......"

"It's worthy of a master, this trick jumps up and hits your kneecaps, it's really powerful!"

"Awesome, awesome, this trick feels a bit artistic, haha......"

Master Liu's tears of pain came out, and when he heard people mocking him like this, he blushed like a monkey's buttocks, and shouted: "Police, hurry up and arrest people!"

At this moment, a rough voice sounded: "Stop!"

"Don't you see that my arms are broken?" police, arrest people!" Master Liu shouted.

"Who told you they were the police? they're our security guards here!" the rough voice sounded.

Master Liu was stunned for a moment, security guards? If you look closely, these people are indeed wearing security guards' clothes, and they are also imitating the kind of Huaxia police uniforms. And this is not Huaxia, so this is indeed not a policeman!

Then the crowd dispersed, and several people strode over, led by a young Chinese man, a man in a straight suit, holding a chicken in his hand, with an anxious and angry face. He was followed by Wang Daochun, as well as several other traditional calligraphers.

Seeing this person, Fangzheng's eyebrows subconsciously raised, this person was a little familiar! After thinking about it carefully, he almost laughed, this is indeed an acquaintance! And very familiar!

Thinking of this time, Fang Zheng got off the table and stepped back, and the audience was also very powerful, knowing that the monk took the lead in making trouble this time, and was afraid that he would be arrested, so they stepped forward to block Fang Zheng.

The person who came didn't look here, but stared at Master Liu angrily and asked, "Liu Kan, what's going on?"

Liu Kan said with a crying voice: "Mr. Jing, don't blame me, I perform my calligraphy well, but someone is making trouble!"

"But how did I hear Mr. Wang say that a few people you brought here are playing monkeys?" said Mr. Jing angrily.

Master Liu shook his head and said, "We are performing art, how can we call it a monkey? This is an insult to us! Mr. Jing, it was your people who invited us here, so we naturally have to come up with the best things to perform." ”

"The best thing? is to take a brush and write a few meters long?" Wang Daochun snorted coldly.

"Wang Daochun, you don't understand my art, you are not qualified to judge!" shouted the man who wrote a line with a brush.

Wang Daochun was about to say something, but Mr. Jing waved his hand and said: "That's enough! Don't shout! I invite you here to promote the status of Chinese culture overseas, not to let your own people fight among themselves! I know what kind of ancient method inheritance you represent, and you are thinking of novel ways to attract attention. But my purpose is very clear, I spend money, and you have to bring me good things!

Hearing this, Wang Daochun, Liu Kan and the others stopped talking, and their brows were tightly locked.

Wang Daochun was even more angry......

Seeing this, Fang Zheng frowned...... This man is unknown to others, but he knows him, because this man was almost beaten by him. He is the son of the Jing family, Jing Yan's cousin, Jing Yulong.

At the moment, Jing Yulong doesn't seem to want to comment on who is right or wrong, he just wants to let this matter end here, and then continue his calligraphy display, but Fang Zheng knows very well that this matter must not continue. If you want to continue, you must also kick out Liu Kan's group of fake masters, otherwise it will not be to promote Chinese culture, but to be ashamed!

But among all the people present, no one could suppress Jing Yulong's momentum, Jing Yulong was still as domineering as he was at the beginning, and he didn't want to listen to anyone.

Jing Yulong said: "Your affairs today, this is the end, I don't want to hear anyone accuse me of the other party's writing is not artistic or something." In the same way, I also hope that you will come up with something real for the face of the Chinese people!"

When Wang Daochun heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Jing, if that's the case, I don't think we can cooperate." I can't let myself write under the same roof with a bunch of crooks, say goodbye!"

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