"Yes, read it out!"

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The shocked obese official was sweating profusely at the moment, looking at Zhuo Zangfeng, who was as calm as a constant beside Mo Ya, thinking that a blind man could write this handwriting, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Isn't the little brother a person from the Tang Dynasty?"

"Exactly!"

Zhuo Zangfeng did not hide it, and responded lightly, but the official asked cautiously:

"Little brother's pen power, how many can you rank in the Tang Dynasty?"

Zhuo Zangfeng thought for a while and said with a smile: "A few words, not enough to worry about, my words are the last in the Tang Dynasty, how can I be ranked?"

When the official heard this, his heart was suddenly struck by the thunder, and he instantly felt that all thoughts were lost, and he ignored the noise of other gamblers, so he simply took off his official robe, threw it the table, took off his official hat, bowed to the north, and then jumped off the high platform and muttered to himself:

"Ten years later, I will enter the Tang Dynasty and discuss calligraphy with the world's best people!"

The two officials came running from a distance, seeing that their boss was crazy, and ignored their calls, but walked blankly, staring blankly in the direction of his departure, and watching the fat body go farther and farther away.

"Your Excellency has resigned!"

Mo Ya exclaimed, "He's just gone?"

Zhuo Zangfeng can naturally feel the pain of inferior skills.

In the past, I watched others cultivate, and I saw the breath of heaven and earth, but I couldn't cultivate myself. This official is because he feels that calligraphy is too different from himself, so he wants to devote himself to studying calligraphy, listening to his tone, it seems that he will go to Chang'an to challenge the Tang Dynasty calligraphy master ten years later.

But he thought about it for a long time, his own words can also be called calligraphy?

I only remember practicing since I was a child, and copying the scriptures and Buddhist scrolls for others. If you don't write well, you will be reprimanded by the old Taoist, I remember that year, I wrote for seven or eight hours in one go, and I was dizzy and dizzy, and I fainted directly.

The old Taoist priest never boasted that he wrote well, and he himself did not think that he knew calligraphy. Could it be that the official suddenly fell ill with madness and left, and it had nothing to do with calligraphy?

He smiled bitterly and sighed: What is the pain!

In the face of many gamblers clamoring for the sword to be read, the remaining two officials did not dare to go against the will of the people, discussed it, and decided to let the recording staff read it to everyone.

The recorder was rashly pushed to the front desk, holding the pen and ink written by Zhuo Zangfeng, quickly glanced at it, shook his head and read it out.

There was silence in the field, but the recorder's voice was not high, but the words were clear, and not a word fell into everyone's ears.

No one spoke for a long time after reading it.

The old man was well-informed, and first broke the silence, approached Zhuo Zangfeng, and asked loudly, "Are you from Tang?"

Faced with this slightly difficult question, Zhuo Zangfeng Huo Ran turned around and said sharply: "What if it's a Tang person?"

The old man was forced to retreat by his momentum, waved his hand and said in a trembling voice: "It's okay!

Zhuo Zangfeng asked again: "Can you lose convincingly?"

The old man was silent and did not dare to speak.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at Mo Ya beside him and said softly, "Take me to see the iron bar for the test sword." ”

When Mo Ya heard this, she took his arm and smiled softly.

The two Tsing Yi sword testers had already moved the tables and chairs on the stage, and the two walked to the west sword test table in full view.

The pig iron bar, which had been scarred by the sword, still stood upright, unlike the east side, where there were obvious marks on the iron bar, and the sunlight could see a slight reflection, while the iron bar in front of Zhuo Zangfeng seemed to be seamless.

This is one of the reasons why people are confused.

The sword tester on the west side before hurried into the field because of drinking, and at that time, he only cared about ending it early to continue drinking, and after coming to the stage, he was even more indiscriminate, and at this time the wine had disappeared, as if he remembered something, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked anxious.

There was no sound of wind around him, only the slight sound of Mo Ya's breathing, Zhuo Zangfeng held his breath and concentrated, and suddenly blew towards the pig iron bar that pointed straight to the sky.

"Knock knock ......"

It seems to be splashing jade, and it is like the wind coming and falling.

Countless small truncated pieces of iron fell one after another.

Someone exclaimed, but was quickly drowned out by a louder exclamation.

The hard pig iron bars had been cut into pieces by the sharp sword, and it was only because the blades were too sharp that the iron bars that had been cut and chopped still maintained their original shapes, and they fell one after another after being breathed by Zhuo Zangfeng.

Mo Ya's eyes widened, the scene in front of her was too shocking to her heart. She quietly pinched Zhuo Zangfeng's sleeve to confirm that she was not dreaming, to confirm that she was not blind.

Zhuo Zangfeng turned his head to face the old man amid the exclamations of everyone.

"I'm going to show everyone what it means to have eyes and no beads!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and the old man hurriedly retreated.

"I'm going to show everyone who's blind?"

He pressed two steps forward again.

The old man was full of shame, took a few steps back, and at this time he had retreated to the edge of the high platform, and suddenly his legs were weak, and he turned over and fell off the stage.

The stage was paved with hard bluestone, and the old man's arm touched the ground, only to feel a click, his arm was broken, and the intense pain made him cry out like a pig.

Zaligu had already put all the silver taels into the cloth bag and came over to report to Zhuo Zangfeng.

"Excluding the banker's gambling money, a total of three thousand nine hundred and sixty-eight taels of silver. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng nodded and said, "Okay, let the dealer give another three thousand nine hundred and sixty-eight taels of silver." ”

As a banker, such a huge amount of silver taels is really painful to death, but he is willing to gamble and lose, not to mention that he is still a banker in the gambling sword field.

The sword on the west side was broken and defeated, he slapped his thigh hard, eager to dig out his dog's eye, and wanted to rush over to hit him in the mouth at the swordsman who was hiding behind the scenes.

He shuddered and took the key from his waist and waved his hand for the man to prepare the silver taels.

The man acted quickly, and soon prepared the silver, and the dealer looked at it painfully, and he really wanted to burn this place.

Zaligu took the silver taels handed by the man, and all of them were merged into a cloth bag, and at this moment he was beaming, and the heavy silver taels pressed on his body, and he didn't feel burdensome at all.

The two officials who were left behind were busy completing the final work, and one of the officials approached Zhuo Zangfeng and whispered in his ear, "Please leave your name and place of origin?"

"Datang people, Zhuo Zangfeng!"

He replied proudly.

Thinking that the official who loved calligraphy had resigned and had to readjust his current plan, he said to Mo Ya and Zaligu: "Let's go!"

"He is really a Datang person!"

This time people didn't show much shock, maybe they had already guessed Zhuo Zangfeng's identity, maybe it was because Datang was already in the world, the old man who broke his arm was carried away by several people to the gambling sword field, and he couldn't help muttering: "I'm really blind...... I'm really blind......"

This time there was a lot of gain, thinking that there were many people in this place, and it was not suitable to stay for a long time, Zhuo Zangfeng ordered to leave this place.

Out of the high courtyard where the gambling sword was made, turning into a small road, a gentle slope appeared in front of him, Mo Ya looked at the towering Iron Imperial Floating Massacre standing on a high place, but he was thinking about the mysterious Tang Yanyu Tower, Yellow Crane Tower, and Stork Tower......

Zaligu walked with great strides, deliberately clashing the silver in the sack, intoxicated by the subtle sound.

Mo Ya saw that he was carried away, frowned, and said, "Zaligu, give me the silver in the cloth bag, and I will buy you the butler of King Mu's Mansion to ensure that you enter the Iron Imperial Floating Slaughter Cultivation." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Zaligu hugged the bag tighter.

"I've decided not to practice, with these silver taels, I can pay off my debts and marry Xiaoni, buy some shops, and live our little life quietly. ”

"Don't forget, there is also my capital of one hundred taels of silver, which will be doubled. ”

"I can't forget. ”

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves, and a dozen or so officials came with guns and knives like the wind.

Zaligu took a few steps, his face turning pale.

"Oh no! It's from Qing Shui Mu Wangfu. ”

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