79: C79 The Calligraphy Competition

C79 The Calligraphy Competition

Ding Hao walked into the Jiangnan cultural exhibition hall, although it was overcrowded. Everyone was in an orderly and cooperative manner, maintaining their silence. There would be people who would stop in front of every calligraphy piece for around ten seconds before continuing to walk forward to admire the second piece.

As the saying goes, the words are appropriate for the person. The character and character of the person could be seen from the words he wrote. This was the summary of the experience accumulated by the ancient people over the years.

Some words were powerful in the sky, some words were euphemistic and continuous, some words were complex and complex, and some words were hard and soft...

Ding Hao's gaze had always been focused on the calligraphy works hanging on the wall. Every piece of work had its own light spots, and they were unique in their craftsmanship.

When the surrounding people saw these works, some people could not help but praise, "As expected of the honorary president of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association. Such a foundation cannot be cultivated in a day of cold. He is truly someone we look up to."

"If I can take Senior Xiong as my master, I'm afraid that my calligraphy foundation will be greatly improved in less than ten years."

"Senior Xiong does not easily accept disciples. His calligraphy works are worth a thousand gold coins in the auction world. I heard that there's a youth who loves calligraphy in the Jiangnan Cultural Exhibition today. Perhaps Senior Xiong will choose a disciple here. Anyone who obtains the title of an amateur in calligraphy and above can register. The age limit is below thirty years old. "

...

Ding Hao heard the two youths in front of him discussing in low voices, and a strange expression appeared on his face. Big Bear wants to take in a disciple?

However, he was only interested in calligraphy, but he didn't want to spend too much time on it.

"May I ask where you two brothers can see Big Bear?" Ding Hao's eyes were filled with doubt as he asked.

One of the youths was slightly surprised. He frowned and said, "Which giant bear?"

"Uh...?" Ding Hao suddenly stretched out his hand and patted his head. How could these people know his abbreviation for Xiong Yinloong? Thus, he changed his words and said, "It's Senior Xiong."

The young man finally understood what was going on. However, his eyes were filled with disdain when he looked at Ding Hao. He said coldly, "It's in the hall in front of us, but you have no respect for your elders. It was impossible for someone who spoke rudely to be appreciated by Senior Xiong. We will never meet again. "

After saying that, the two young men left the place. Before they left, they glanced at Ding Hao with cold eyes and harrumphed coldly.

Ding Hao was stunned on the spot. Could these two people be Xiong Yinloong's loyal fans? He had only said the word Big Bear, yet they were treating him with such an attitude...

It seemed that the title of chairman of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association had some influence.

"Brother, I really admire you. You actually dare to address Senior Xiong as Big Bear in front of so many calligraphy enthusiasts. This boldness is beyond our reach." A soft laugh sounded.

Ding Hao turned his head and looked at the youth in a white shirt and black nine-tenths pants behind him. The youth had a delicate appearance and held a folding fan in his hand, giving off a scholarly vibe.

"Who are you?" Ding Hao frowned and asked curiously.

"Me? Haha!" The young man replied with a laugh.

Ding Hao stared at the young man in front of him, and a puzzled look emerged in the depths of his eyes. He thought to himself, "Could it be that idiots are allowed to enter this place?"

"Since you have asked me sincerely, I don't mind telling you that I am Senior Xiong's disciple, Jin Yi." A proud expression emerged on the young man's face, and his face revealed a proud and sharp expression as he spoke slowly.

"You must be a fool. As far as I know, Big Bear hasn't taken in any disciples." Ding Hao said in a deep voice.

... "" Jin Yi's facial expression changed. He was about to lose his temper, but he held it in. He was a cultured man, so he couldn't lose his temper in public. It would be a disgrace to him.

Therefore, Jin Yi curled the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "This is because you are short-sighted. Today, I will definitely become Senior Xiong's disciple. As a talent with great talent in calligraphy, if he didn't become Senior Xiong's disciple... How can you stimulate my talent? This way... "

Before Jin Yi could finish, a middle-aged man behind him gently patted his shoulder and said, "Little brother, that person has already left. Don't speak anymore."

Jin Yi was slightly stunned. He looked ahead and saw that Ding Hao had already left, leaving only his back in his line of sight.

"Damn! I'm a genius. How dare you ignore me like this?" Jin Yi muttered in a low voice and left in a disappointed manner.

Ding Hao walked in front with a helpless look in his eyes. Why were there so many weirdos in the Jiangnan cultural exhibition hall? There were many people who admired Big Bear. It would be great if I had such fans one day.

No, I'm not a big star. What fans do I need...1

Low-key, low-key is the way!

As he walked along the corridor, a huge door appeared in front of him. The door was wide open, and he looked inside. The grand hall was majestic, spacious and bright. When he walked in, he took a look. He roughly estimated that the stands above could hold ten thousand people.

The hall was already packed with people, but there was an empty space in the middle. It was used for young people to compete in calligraphy, and there were also many calligraphy works being displayed in the surroundings.

Ding Hao did not gather around the crowd. He walked up to the stands and casually found a seat to sit down on.

After a while, under the shout of a host, the people who came over walked up to the stands and found a seat to sit down.

When the crowd below gradually dispersed, Ding Hao found Xiong Yinloong, who was previously surrounded by the crowd.

Xiong Yinloong wore a white lab coat and had a solemn expression. He had the demeanor of a grandmaster and was completely different from when he had asked for help.

People would only reveal their weaknesses when they needed help, as well as their humble attitude when begging for help.

It was just like borrowing money. When someone borrowed money, they would grovel and bow, and when they returned the money, they would be the boss.

Ding Hao's gaze swept across other places and discovered that Jin Yi was also in the youth team below. He seemed to be participating in the calligraphy competition after that, and it seemed like he had a well-thought-out plan.

Xiong Yinloong looked around from time to time from below, then swept his gaze across the stands, as if he was looking for someone.

When his gaze swept across the surroundings and found Ding Hao in the stands, his eyes lit up and a hint of joy appeared on his face. He thought to himself, "I didn't think that Young Master Ding would really come to support us."

Ding Hao shook his head slightly, indicating that he should not be too excited. Only then did Xiong Yinloong calm down. He pretended to be calm as he looked at the group of young men.

When these young men were stared at by Xiong Yinloong, some of them who were timid immediately trembled. They looked weak and weak.

Many of them stood there trembling with fear.

The corner of Ding Hao's mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help but praise, "As expected of a senior from the world of books and Martial Arts Realm. This kind of power is not something an ordinary person can withstand."

"Everyone is ready. The calligraphy competition has officially begun. In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he wrote down the five words that he was most proud of. He wished everyone to complete a good calligraphy work. We will begin now after gaining Senior Xiong's appreciation. "

Following the host's voice, everyone began to focus on their Xuan paper. They held a brush in their hands and began to prepare to write.

- The content came from [Miegu Reading]

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