C545 Calligraphy Competition

The autumn was growing stronger.

The sunlight finally revealed a bit of laziness. It was no longer the same stove that was used to bake. On this day, when the sunlight gently occupied every inch of the river, the entire river once again boiled spontaneously.

On the streets of Pen Hall, there were crowds of people moving shoulder to shoulder. Looking from the balcony of their house, they saw the packed crowd slowly moving on the ground like a group of ants.

The center of Jianghai City had never allowed anyone to whistle, but on this day, an exception appeared. The cars on the street all began to whistle crazily. This caused all the members of the Jianghai Police Station police to move out to stop the rebellion and prevent this river from being randomly spread.

"Quick, quick, quick, this year's National Calligraphy Competition is about to begin. "If I had been any later, I would have been too late."

"I'm already very fast. Can't you see the human wall in front of us?"

"Push forward a bit more."

"If I push forward a bit more, I'm afraid that a man like me will be squeezed out of the cleavage."

… ….

The streets were crowded with people. It caused the temperature of the entire river and sea to rise by quite a few degrees.

However, even though the streets were so crowded. However, each and every one of their faces was lit up with excitement and jubilation. Amidst the crowd, everyone was dancing with joy and baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

Regardless of whether they truly liked calligraphy or not, that 3 million RMB stunt this year had already attracted the attention of most people. In addition, the locals of Jianghai had never held a calligraphy competition of such a national nature before. Therefore, the locals of Jianghai came to the scene and raised their necks, ready to watch a good show this time.

The banners were already hung on the three floors of Pen Hall.

The banner was written by the President of the National Book Association, Dong Yuanheng, this year: "Write good, read life, search for Scholar."

His words were steady and steady, each stroke smooth and round. Moreover, between the lines, there was a majestic aura. It was like heavy rain, but also like ten thousand horses galloping.

Dong Yuanheng watched this scene with a smile, and the corners of his mouth raised in a pleased and complacent smile. Dong Yuanheng had personally hosted so many years of calligraphy competition, but this year's calligraphy competition was the most grand one.

He looked at the dense crowd, as well as the flashing lights coming from the front. Dong Yuanheng nodded slightly, then opened his mouth and slowly said: "Elder Xu, this year's calligraphy competition is going to be very lively."

"It is indeed very lively." Beside him was an elder of the calligraphy world, his entire body lean and lean. After years of painstaking research on the cursive script, he had already gained a bit from it. Thick calluses had already formed on his fingers, and it was obvious that he had written quite a few words over the years.

He was the judge of the calligraphy competition, Xu Jiayi, the calligraphy world's Mt. Tai.

A middle-aged woman stood beside Xu Jiayi. She was dressed in a blue and white porcelain qipao and her face was covered in wind and frost. Looking down from the third floor of Pen Hall, he said: "I heard that this year's calligraphy competition's boss was sponsored by the young Xiao Yi. That was why it was much bigger than before. However, this calligraphy competition must follow one's own heart. "

The lively Elder Xu nodded his head, then said in a deep voice, "It really should be like this." When the time comes, we can't be biased when judging. Xiao Yi had also registered to participate in the calligraphy competition this time, if his words weren't good enough. "Well, don't even think about climbing these three floors."

The woman with the story was Yang Ruolan, also one of the top disciples in the calligraphy world. There were all sorts of words in it, but it was only written in a style that was proficient with Little Chalk. In the past few years, he had already established himself as a good player on Little kai.

Yang Ruolan and Dong Yuanheng were the doyens of the Book Association, and also the best in the world of calligraphy. All these years, these three people were the absolute authority in the calligraphy world. Especially in their respective fields, they were all at the top of the country.

Therefore, the judges for this calligraphy competition were these three people.

When Dong Yuanheng heard Xu Jiayi and Yang Ruolan's words, he understood that the two of them did not want to open a backdoor for Xiao Yi because he had invested. He hesitated for a moment, then let out a long sigh and slowly said: "That's fine, that's fine."

Soon, it was 9: 30 AM. The annual calligraphy competition had officially begun.

Those who came to participate in the calligraphy competition were all some old guys who had been studying diligently for decades. His martial arts were all extraordinary. Each one of them had traveled thousands of miles to come to this Pen Hall of the Rivers and Seas to verify their own abilities. As well as fighting to the death for that three million RMB prize.

This calligraphy competition was quite interesting, as all the competitors would enter the first floor's main hall in batches. Then a staff member submitted the paper to the three judges on the third floor for a simple primary election. Only then would it be possible for the qualified contestant to enter the second level and start writing again.

He climbed up one level after another until he reached the third. Under the supervision of the three evaluators, only then would they write the last set of words, and then would they choose the Scholar that would be selected for the calligraphy competition.

Xiao Yi was the last batch of participants, so he was in a bustling day. He was still sleeping at home, and he remembered his appearance at eleven o'clock.

The entrance of Pen Hall was filled with a packed crowd, all of them holding their breaths and stretching their necks as they watched attentively.

The first batch of participants was already standing in the great hall on the first floor of Pen Hall, each and every one of them holding their breath. Standing beside a table, he had complete confidence in himself. There was even a white-haired elder who was gently stroking the goatee on his chin, giving off a sage-like vibe.

After the sound of a whistle, everyone in the hall on the first floor swiftly started writing and wrote. They were given only ten minutes.

For a while, the Pen Hall was quiet, both inside and outside. The older participants all looked at their own eyes, noses, hearts, and hearts. He calmed down and made some rustling sounds on the paper.

The crowd outside had all quieted down. Give these contestants some quiet space, so that they do not get distracted and lead to the bifurcation.

The reporters who had received permission were all standing in the corners on the first floor of Pen Hall. He lifted up the large camera and filmed the entire process.

Ten minutes later, the words written by the contestant were all collected. Then, someone delivered it to him.

After a long wait, the staff member went downstairs. Then, he slowly said, "The ones who will be able to get to the second floor and pass the second round of selection are …"

However, as everyone patiently waited, the staff member only reported four names. After that, the rest of the contestants were eliminated from this round of preliminaries.

The competition was extremely intense. At this moment, everyone shook their heads. He finally felt that these three million wouldn't be easy to earn.

After one round, the four who passed the second round waited by the side. The second wave of contestants entered the hall on the first floor and continued with their matches.

Except, the second batch of contestants had been completely annihilated this time. Everyone had no fate to go up to the second floor.

This gave the following contestants another heavy blow to the head. Everyone deeply understood that these judges were extremely harsh this time around.

As time passed, there weren't many people left.

This time, the results were announced once again.

The crowd began to clamor with noise: "Isn't this Scholar from the previous two stages, Liang Xiao? Unexpectedly, it was him disregarding his pride to participate in this year's calligraphy competition. "It would seem that, for the sake of that enormous sum of three million, you're willing to completely disregard your face."

"Hmph, what face do you have for three million?" However, Liang Xiao's wild grass was truly good. That year, I happened to be there. After the exhibition, I personally saw Liang Xiao's handwriting. This man looked to be in her forties, and she was gentle. Moreover, it looked extremely gentle. "However, what is written is' wild grass'. It's called 'wild and unrestrained'."

The appearance of this Liang Xiao in this year's calligraphy competition had caused an uproar.

After all, Liang Xiao was a Scholar. Therefore, when he came to participate in this competition again, the faces of many of the contestants paled slightly.

After Xiao Yi woke up, he had gone through countless hardships. After trekking for thousands of miles, they finally reached the Pen Hall.

It could be said that in this crowded river and sea of people, there was a sea of people. Xiao Yi cleared away all difficulties and arrived at the entrance of the Pen Hall. However, this made Li Qi and Zou Yang as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

After all, Li Qi and Zou Yang both clearly understood that Xiao Yi had put in a lot of effort into this calligraphy competition. Because of his greed for his bed, he was absent. Then, all of Xiao Yi's effort and expectations would be for naught this time.

Seeing Xiao Yi eagerly arriving at the entrance of the Pen Hall, Zou Yang and Li Qi both let out long sighs of relief.

At this time, the employee was standing at the door with a megaphone in hand as he shouted lazily: "Xiao Yi."

His voice was weak, with a hint of impatience. After all, this was the third time this Male staff had shouted Xiao Yi's name. If Xiao Yi still did not pass this time, then he would be disqualified from participating.

"Here."

Xiao Yi saw that they had arrived just in time, and his mouth finally cracked into a smile.

But right after that, Xiao Yi could no longer laugh. Because, Zou Yang saw that Xiao Yi was still calm, not in a hurry. He was completely anxious, so Zou Yang threw caution to the wind. Standing behind Xiao Yi, he lifted his leg and directly thrust it into Xiao Yi's butt.

Thus, Xiao Yi rolled over the ground, and then rolled into the Pen Hall s. As he was rolling in the air, Xiao Yi's human shaped slippers flew out in glory.

All those who came to participate in this kind of calligraphy competition were men who were a bit older than others. There were no frivolous participants like Xiao Yi. Immediately, a burst of laughter sounded out from the door.