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Letting Zhu Qingyun be the referee was just in line with Feng Dao's wishes.Among the few things he was most worried about was that the referee would be bribed by Wang Zhe in advance, but Zhu Qingyun was his old friend for more than ten years, and the relationship between the two had always been a teacher and a friend.

Although Zhu Qingyun was kind on the surface, like a good old man without principles, only Feng Dao knew that although Zhu Qingyun was old, he was soft on the outside and strong on the inside. Impossible to do.

Although Zhu Qingyun would not open the back door for him due to the affection between the two, but as long as the competition is fair, Feng Dao will never think that an ignorant liar can win against him.

So Feng Dao nodded, and said seriously: "No problem, Vice President Zhu will be the referee. I believe everyone has no objection... After all, everyone should know the character of Vice President Zhu."

On the other hand, Zhao Mu glanced at Zhu Qingyun, and after confirming the character of the other party, he also said: "Okay, this old gentleman is a man of character, and I have no objection to letting him be the referee."

"What's going on. Whether it's pen, ink, paper, inkstone or referee, he doesn't have the slightest intention to intervene. Could it be that I guessed wrong, and he didn't want to play tricks on this?" Feng Dao became more and more strange as he thought about it. The steadfastness gradually became a little flustered.

"Feng Dao, you need to be calm and clear in calligraphy. How can you write well now that you are distracted?" Zhu Qingyun snorted coldly and pointed Feng Dao a little bit.

Only then did Feng Dao wake up, and then force himself to stop thinking about other useless things.

"Then the two of you plan to compete in that famous piece?" Zhu Qingyun asked afterward.

"Whatever, I don't want you to think that I will take advantage of this." Zhao Mu said casually.

"Master Zhao can't play games, this competition is very important. It's better for you to write the Lanting Preface..." Seeing Zhao Mu's indifferent attitude, Wang Zhe immediately persuaded him anxiously.

It should be noted that every calligrapher has his own famous pieces, and each kind of famous pieces has different effects when written with specific calligraphy.For example, Lanting Tie is known as the best running script in the world. If other fonts are used, it will have an unauthentic feeling.

However, Nian Nujiao's passionate and heroic articles need to be written in cursive, especially wild cursive to show the true meaning.

Zhao Mu's previous Lanting post did shock Wang Zhe, but if he used other famous articles to change the font hastily, it would definitely affect Zhao Mu's level.And that article must be the article Feng Dao is best at. With such an increase and decrease, a rise and a fall, Wang Zhe was also a little worried about whether Zhao Mu could win.

But Feng Dao thought for a while, and then said slowly: "Since you claim to be able to write Lanting Tie, which is known as the best running script in the world, then I don't make it difficult for you, let's write "Humble Room Ming"."

"Okay." Zhao Mu smiled.

"No!" Everyone followed the prestige and found that the person who suddenly stopped him was Wang Zhe.

"Huh? Brother Wang, do you have any opinions?" Zhu Qingyun asked kindly.

At this time, Wang Zhe said excitedly: "This competition is not fair at all. As long as you are a person in the calligraphy field, you basically don't know that Feng Dao won the first place when he won the National Calligraphy Competition because he wrote this book. Humble room inscriptions. Coupled with such a long period of hard work and hard work, he is best at articles than humble room inscriptions."

Zhao Mu guessed that the other party's intention to compare the humble room inscription was not to take advantage of some familiar articles, but because he saw that he lived in a villa in the lake, but he was not ashamed of his character because of a misunderstanding, so Irony yourself with humble room inscriptions.

"That's right, this little brother Zhao is good at Lanting Prefaces, President Feng is good at humble room inscriptions..."

Just when Zhu Qingyun was thinking about it, Zhao Mu suddenly said, "Don't worry, I haven't written the Humble Room Inscription for ten years, and I just review it today. I would like to thank President Feng for taking care of me."

"Hahaha, I haven't written it in ten years. The last time you wrote it was when you memorized the text in junior high school." A man behind Feng Dao smiled proudly.

"This man is quite smart. When I was young, our teacher forced me to recite this text every day, and said that I would copy it ten times if I couldn't memorize it... As a result, I would recite this article after the sixth time. The teacher saw me. Knowing how to recite this article, I didn’t intend to let me continue to copy it, but when I saw my crooked characters, I was punished immediately to copy it ten times more.” Zhao Mu laughed.

"Pfft hahaha."

"Hahaha, then what are you compared to? Don't say you suddenly became enlightened in the past ten years. After ten years of hard work, you will be able to challenge the president of the Calligraphy Association with calligraphy." Everyone from the Calligraphy Association followed. laughed.

Afterwards, both of them sat on their seats. Feng Dao held a Langhao brush in his hand, and waited for his wife to grind some ink, sucked up enough ink with the brush, and then began to write like flying with the brush.

But Zhao Mu on the other side was not in a hurry, just blankly holding the brush at a loss.

"Did this kid see Chairman Feng's amazing calligraphy skills, so he didn't dare to write because he felt ashamed?"

"He's not stupid. Instead of writing a bunch of crooked characters for people to laugh at, it's better not to write at all. Although you will lose the competition, it's better than throwing embarrassment at home." Everyone in the Calligraphy Association sneered. Said.

At this time, Wang Zhe hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Master Zhao, why don't you write? Is there something uncomfortable?"

"Uh, it's nothing... I just haven't used a brush before, so I don't know how to sharpen ink." Zhao Mu said awkwardly.

"Pfft ha ha ha, you're making fun of me."

"Hahaha, that's right, I don't even know how to grind ink, I've never used a brush, and I say I can write Lanting Tie, and I dare to bet 200 million yuan with the president of the Calligraphy Association."

"That's right, I think he's trying to hype himself up. Using 200 million to make a fool of himself can earn a lot of popularity and attract a lot of attention, so it's not too bad a loss."

With the ridicule and ridicule of the crowd, the vice president Zhu Qingyun's face became more and more ugly, just when everyone laughed the most, Zhu Qingyun shouted angrily with a livid face: "Enough! Do you still have the strength of humanism? I'm in the game right now, so please calm down."

Although Zhu Qingyun usually smiled, his prestige among the crowd was even higher than that of Feng Dao.And those people in the Calligraphy Association who laughed aloud were also trying to please Feng Dao and interfere with Zhao Mu.But in order to please Feng Dao, it is not worth the loss to annoy another more prestigious Zhu Qingyun.

Then the scene suddenly fell into a strange silence. Zhu Qingyun looked at Zhao Mu who was at a loss with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sighed, and then walked up.

"Old man, although my calligraphy is mediocre, my skill in grinding ink can be called the best in China. If you trust me, old man, let me sharpen ink for you." Zhu Qingyun said slowly.

At this time, Zhao Mu admired this old man who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside, but with a gentle personality.

"Then thank you Mr. Zhu." Zhao Mu said with a smile.

Then Zhu Qingyun gently poured some water into the inkstone, and then rubbed it steadily for a while, until the ink was not dry or damp, and when the water was just right, Zhu Qingyun gently pushed the inkstone in front of Zhao Mu.

Zhao Mu's Shenglin skills are derived from calligraphy skills. Although they are not compatible with ink grinding skills, they can still know the quality of ink itself from calligraphy.

Then Zhao Mu nodded, and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. Zhu said that he is good at grinding ink, but he is not boasting. If there is more water, it will be wet, and if it is less, it will dry. The national minority has... After this competition is over, I would like to ask Mr. Zhu about this kung fu."

"Little brother, it's absurd. The old man is just a fire that he practiced casually. The pine smoke ink brought by President Feng is of high quality and has a pleasant fragrance. I am afraid that the price for such a small piece will not be less than five thousand." " Zhu Qingyun said indifferently.

While everyone was talking, Feng Dao had almost finished writing the full text of the humble room inscription, and there were occasional voices of admiration from around.

"President Feng really lives up to his reputation."

"Yes, there is a sense of confidence and calmness in this word, and the artistic conception is profound and long, which makes people feel refreshed."

"Compared to the award-winning calligraphy of that year, Chairman Feng's handwriting is even better today. Congratulations."

But Feng Dao is neither happy nor sad at the moment, because as a highly accomplished calligrapher, once he puts his energy into calligraphy, it is difficult for everything outside to interfere with them.

Just after the last stroke of "how ugly" was written, a sense of vicissitudes emerged on the paper. Even Wang Zhe couldn't help admiring after seeing it, but then thinking about Zhao Mu's current situation, he couldn't help but sigh secretly , as if thinking that the defeat is a foregone conclusion.

"Ha, little brother, you should stop writing. President Feng's calligraphy is thick, majestic and majestic. Even if you are given another 50 years to study and practice hard, it is estimated that you will not be able to beat President Feng. Why bother? Go down and make me laugh." A middle-aged man sneered at Zhao Mu.

But at this moment, Zhao Mu gently twisted the pen holder, then stood up lightly, and then wrote down with one stroke.

"Look at what that kid is doing, his body keeps moving while writing."

"It's probably because there is no hope of winning, and they just want to sensationalize the public." A man said lightly. "

Zhu Qingyun was also quite disappointed with Zhao Mu at first, and just about to walk in to persuade Zhao Mu to stop, his eyes glanced at the wet ink on the paper, and he suddenly froze in place.

The noise of the crowd did not fall into Zhu Qingyun's ears. At this moment when Zhu Qingyun saw Zhao Mu's words, it seemed as if he saw a bolt of lightning strike down from the nine heavens, and it was like a fairy flying in the sea of ​​clouds.

"If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals; if there is no water, it will be spirited if there are dragons."

It is like a mountain like a mountain, like a fairy like a god; like a water like a deep, like a dragon like a sky.

Words that he had never dared to imagine in his dream suddenly appeared in front of him, and Zhu Qingyun suddenly fell to the ground, crying bitterly.