Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 221 Uncrowned King
"Little brother, I'm really sorry, I have something to do, so I'll take a step first, and I'll call on you another day!"

Xie Tiao didn't care about drinking tea, said something to He Changzai, waved to his disciples, and prepared to take them away.

At this time, Xie Tiao's disciples all stayed where they were, motionless, and spoke one after another.

"Master, the handwriting you wrote and the handwriting written by this handsome guy are simply not on the same level, so I am going to vote for him instead!"

"Master, as the saying goes, a good bird chooses a tree to live in. I think you must hope that I will have a better development!"

"Master, I have been by your side for more than ten years. There are more than 30 people here, and they are still unknown. I can't hang myself on a rope!"

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"As you please, I wish you a great future!"

Xie Tiao smacked his lips, feeling very uncomfortable, turned around and went down the mountain.

"I live in the mountains, I just want to be clean, but I have no plan to accept disciples... Remember not to bother me, or I will be rude!"

He Changzai had already washed the inkstone and was planning to go back.

In addition, he didn't like the hustle and bustle of Xie Tiao's disciples, so he said something to them and packed up his things.

Go straight down the mountain and walk to the farmyard.

These disciples looked at He Changzai's back with ugly expressions.

"A group of white-eyed wolves, it's in vain for me to cultivate you!"

Xie Tiao glanced at the group of disciples, said something bitterly, and walked down the mountain quickly.

A group of men and women stood there blankly, not knowing where to go for a while.

After Xie Tiao went down the mountain, he got into a Chevrolet and drove towards Kyoto.

On the way, while driving, he murmured to himself:
"You don't need this kind of sloppy apprentice. When my work wins a prize in the National Calligraphy Competition this time, you won't be able to find students who are both good in character and learning!"

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It was not until sunset and dusk that Xie Tiao drove the car to the collection site of the National Calligraphy Competition in Kyoto.

Xie Tiao took out three works that he was planning to participate in the calligraphy competition.

He took out the worst one and replaced it with He Changzai's one, opened the door and got off the car, and went straight into the hall.

At this time, the hall dedicated to calligraphers from all over the country to submit entries seemed overcrowded.

Many well-dressed men and women are in groups of three or four, communicating and exchanging.

Among them, four of them were more or less accompanied by a few disciples, and they usually walked towards him with the old man who was arrogant and at odds with Xie Tiao.

One by one, they sneered at each other and made sarcasm.

"Xie Tiao, why didn't you bring a single disciple with you when you came to compete? Could it be that they couldn't eat with you and starved to death!"

"Xie Tiao, you are also a calligrapher with the same reputation as the four of us, and you drive a Chevrolet all day long. You are not too shabby, and I feel ashamed for you!"

"Xie Tiao, what kind of good work did you take this time, let us help you apprehend it, don't even fail to rank at that time, it will be a big shame!"

"Yes, Xie Tiao, I heard that your wife works in the National Calligraphy Association. If it wasn't for her, would you win the prize every time?"

Xie Tiao heard the words of the four old men, coughed violently a few times, and said angrily:
"Those of you who like to do what you like, and write that the judges like fonts, don't deserve to read my words at all!"

An old man named Lin San, with a stooped back and some bald heads, of medium build, walked up to Xie Tiao with a few disciples, and said mockingly:

"Yo Yo Yo, I don't even let you take a look at your handwriting. It's really petty. Let me show you my master's handwriting... Yuan Yi, bring me my teacher's cursive script, so that Master Xie can look at me!"

A smart-looking woman in a red gown with straight bangs and a ponytail walked forward holding a rolled rice paper.

Unfolding it in front of Xie Tiao, suddenly a picture of a pen and a dragon snake appeared in front of him with majestic characters.

The content is a poem written by a great man.

Life is easy to grow old but hard to grow old, every year is Chongyang.

Today it is Chongyang Festival, and the yellow flowers of the battlefield are very fragrant.

The autumn breeze is strong once a year, not like spring.

It's better than the spring light, and it's only a few miles away from the river and the sky.

The three old men around came up, looked at the words, and praised them one after another.

"Brother Lin is worthy of being the gold medal winner of every national calligraphy competition. This cursive handwriting is wild and magnificent!"

"Xie Tiao, this is the strength of a champion, I will ask you if you accept it or not!"

"Every time you get a silver award, see if you can do what you can, and don't vassalize the rich and powerful, and don't sell your writing to those who you think are vulgar... Don't you know what kind of writing you write?"

Xie Tiao smacked his bitter lips, and unfolded a preface to the Lanting Collection that he had copied for the people around to see.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Running script emphasizes a chic and elegant style. Obviously, brother Xie, your handwriting is not ready yet!"

"If you hand in this picture, you probably won't be able to keep your second child!"

"In terms of writing skills, in terms of bearing, what aspect of your handwriting can compare to Brother Lin's? I really don't know who gave you the courage to show off!"

"It's really eating meat with wolves and shit with dogs. I remember hearing someone's disciple complain last time. I have learned calligraphy from someone for more than ten years, but I am still unknown!"

"A few days ago, I wrote a picture to Mr. Jiang of the construction company, and I got 3 yuan, thanks to Master Lin's good teaching!"

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Xie Tiao looked at the cursive script of the other party, and then at his own cursive script, feeling a bit unsatisfactory indeed.

Under the humiliation of the surrounding group, he was really a little angry this time, and directly tore up the preface of the Lanting Collection that he had painstakingly copied and prepared for the competition.

Glancing at everyone, he unfolded the Poetry of the Immortals that He Changzai was copying in his hand, showed it to the group, and said coldly:
"If you think this calligraphy is not good, then I will withdraw from the calligraphy circle and never write again!"

A group of people around, after seeing the words He Changzai wrote, were all dumbfounded and praised.

"Good character, this character is majestic and handsome, giving people a sense of carefree landscape, full of charm, I, Lin, feel ashamed!"

"These words are neither aggressive nor harsh, like a stream of clear water, flowing slowly, walking in what it should do, stopping at what it should stop, with the appearance of a gentleman, as gentle as jade!"

"Xie Tiao, as far as I know, you don't have the skills to write such characters!"

"Look at the seal on it, the name seems to be He Changzai!"

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While a group of people were discussing, a man over sixty years old, wearing a pair of glasses and looking like an old pedant passed by. He happened to see Xie Tiao, who often won the top few, and several calligrapher masters, reading a picture of calligraphy.

Leaning forward to take a look, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed.

"This running script is the most beautiful running script I have seen since I have been the president of the National Calligraphy Association for decades. I think this work will most likely be the champion of the National Calligraphy Competition this time!"

(End of this chapter)