As soon as Master Luo's words fell, a graceful man walked out behind him.

This man is wearing a white Hanfu and holding a folding fan, and he walks with a graceful demeanor, just like the characters in the painting, full of antique charm.

This person is Zhang Mingyuan.

His eyebrows softened, he bowed slightly towards Mu He, and said, "Uncle Mu, we'll see you at the conference!" ”

Although he is extremely elegant, the arrogance between his eyebrows is not concealed, and he seems to be polite and polite, but in fact he is disdainful in his heart.

Such a person disgusted Mu He.

He frowned slightly, and said, "It's better for young people to be restrained, it's not certain who will kill the deer!" ”

Zhang Mingyuan squinted and smiled: "Then the junior will wait and see." ”

After speaking, he directly ignored Mu He, turned around and walked towards the venue, and Master Luo also glanced at Mu He arrogantly, and also followed in, it can be seen that he is very satisfied with his apprentice.

Over the years, he has thrown all his resources on Zhang Mingyuan without reservation, in order to let him revitalize the Yanjing Painting and Calligraphy Association.

He spared no effort to help Zhang Mingyuan, and Zhang Mingyuan did not disappoint him, after getting his resources, he walked in various places, and no matter where he went, he could quickly become the focus of everyone's eyes.

It has become an existence like the scorching sun, dazzling and dazzling, so that people dare not look directly.

Even many of the older generation of painting and calligraphy masters are not his opponents, including Mu He.

It's a shame to say that Mu He fought with him back then, and it can be described as a complete defeat, and the defeat was very complete, that is, after that time, this Master Luo was so awesome that he mocked the masters of calligraphy and painting in Jiangcheng every day.

Zhang Mingyuan alone can be said to be the head of everyone in Jiangcheng.

This pressure is three years!

In three years, Zhang Mingyuan has become famous since then, and the Jiangcheng Calligraphy and Painting Association has become a topic of conversation and joke in the mouths of everyone.

This year, you must not lose!

Mu He clenched his fists, swallowed his anger, and swallowed this breath.

Soon the calligraphy and painting contest was about to start, but there was still no figure of He Junxuan, Mu He's heart was like a mess, and under the anxiety, he dialed He Junxuan's phone again.

"Hey, Master He, why haven't you come yet, this calligraphy and painting contest is about to start!" Mu He said eagerly.

"I'm making breakfast for my wife, don't worry, have you eaten, if you haven't eaten, I'll bring you a breakfast too?" He Junxuan on the other end of the phone said unhurriedly.

"My lord, hurry up, this game is very important." Mu He was speechless.

"Got it, I'll be right away!"

Listening to the busy voice on the other end of the phone, Mu Hesheng had nothing to love, not only a little doubtful about life.

God, was this He Junxuan sent by you to punish me?

I can't tolerate any more complaints from him, because this conference has finally begun, and the Jiangcheng Calligraphy and Painting Association, as the organizer, naturally needs to make an opening statement.

The task of this opening statement, Mu He naturally can't escape coming forward in person.

Mu He stood on the stage and looked at the full house of guests, many of whom were familiar faces, all of whom were bigwigs in the calligraphy and painting world.

He cleared his throat and said: "This time the calligraphy and painting competition was held in our Jiangcheng, and the host who should be thanked has also thanked me, but I still have to thank ...... again."

"Next ......"

"Last ......"

In order to delay time, Mu He spoke for more than half an hour, just to buy time for He Junxuan's arrival, and many people in the audience became impatient to listen.

"What's the matter with this Master Mu, why is he so verbose?"

"I seem to hear a passage, he repeated it two or three times, it can't be Alzheimer's, right?"

"I see, he was afraid that he would lose too early and lose too badly, so he deliberately delayed time."

"Anyway, you have to lose, with Zhang Mingyuan here, is there any suspense in this game?"

Everyone in the audience was talking, even if Mu He heard some words, his face was dark, he must not go on like this, and if he continues like this, I am afraid that the entire venue will be filled with insults to the Jiangcheng Calligraphy and Painting Association.

"Next, the competition begins, and I hope you can get good results!"

As Mu He announced the start of the game, the audience began to be arranged continuously, and soon the entire field was filled with fifty tables of all sizes.

The table is full of people, all of whom are famous people from all over the world, and there are pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and the first is a written test for calligraphy, which lasts for an hour.

Soon everyone began to write, and He Junxuan's figure still did not appear, so the quota of the Jiangcheng Calligraphy and Painting Association was empty, and there was no one on the table.

Half of the time had passed quickly, and Mu He looked at the table that was still empty, and his face was already sweating profusely.

"Master Mu, you Jiangcheng Calligraphy and Painting Association should not be empty, don't you dare, or do you have no successor to the Jiangcheng Calligraphy and Painting Association?" Master Luo stepped forward and said in a strange way.

"Why are you so lenient, you just need to manage yourself." Mu He glanced at him and snorted coldly.

"Hahaha, Mingyuan doesn't have to worry about me, he will win this championship." Master Luo said proudly.

Mu He couldn't help but look towards Zhang Mingyuan's position, which was a position in the center of the hall, which could be described as the focus of the audience.

Zhang Mingyuan held his breath and concentrated, the brush in his hand kept dancing on the table, and the ink seemed to turn into a small snake at the moment, dancing wildly on the rice paper, this is cursive!

With the passage of time, the confident light in his eyes shines more and more, and the brush in his hand writes more and more smoothly, and the whole person is immersed in the creation of calligraphy.

The hour had not yet passed, and he had already stopped the brush in his hand.

So fast!

It's only been half an hour, and he's already done!

"It is worthy of Zhang Mingyuan, talented and intelligent, and the ink pen is full of flowers!"

"With this bearing, you can bear the honor of being the first!"

"Dare to ask who else on the field can defeat him?"

All the audience are admiring Zhang Mingyuan's calligraphy works, and they are all admiring Zhang Mingyuan's heroic posture, Zhang Mingyuan is wearing a white Hanfu, and the whole person looks handsome and elegant, especially with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, which is extremely handsome.

It's really a natural inkman, wanton and romantic.

"Cursive Thousand Character Text" This is the work of Song Huizong Zhao Ji's wild grass, the whole article is a total of 1,000 words, paying attention to the wanton artistic conception and unrestrained and smooth gestures.

Zhang Mingyuan completed this work in just half an hour, and the font is not bad at all, which requires extremely high writing skills, and even this strength has completely overwhelmed the young people present, even those masters, seeing such a work, are full of praise.

The literati of this era are pathetic, because they are suppressed by Zhang Mingyuan.

"How is it, Mingyuan's calligraphy is not bad, right?" Master Luo said with a smile.

Mu He was silent and didn't say a word.

I have to admit that even if he saw such calligraphy himself, he had to admire it, but it was a pity that such a person was not in Jiangcheng, but was born in Yanjing.

"Stop talking? There is still less than half an hour left, why haven't I seen your reinforcements coming, but if you don't come now, it should be too late, I believe that no one can complete it in half an hour like Mingyuan, right? ”

Master Luo was silent when he saw Mu He, and he was even more special and arrogant.

Not only him, but everyone on the field has already decided that this time Zhang Mingyuan is still the best and the most powerful, leaving many literati behind him.

Even seeing Zhang Mingyuan's light and breezy posture, the heartbeat of all the literati slowed down by half a beat, since the outcome has been decided, what is the purpose of working hard to finish writing?

Mu He was the only one on the field, pursing his lips and looking towards the door.

Master Luo smiled and shook his head, he had already decided that this Mu He was completely out of luck, even if he really had help, it would be too late now.

He turned around, looking like he was winning.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

At this moment, a figure walked out, walked to the venue, and nodded slightly at Mu He's reassurance.

Mu He was so excited that he was about to cry.

It's finally here, he's finally here!

Everyone's eyes converged and looked at the young man present, and Zhang Mingyuan's eyes also looked over.

It wasn't until he saw the figure that his pupils suddenly shrank.

This is - He Junxuan!!