C547 eye-opener

After several times of silence, Yang Ruolan and Dong Yuanheng finally raised their heads and looked over.

When they saw Xu Jiayi, who seemed to have been petrified, staring at the words on the table in a daze. Finally, he couldn't help but reach out to push Xu Jiayi away, "Elder Xu, what's going on? I asked you a question. "

This time, Xu Jiayi finally regained his senses from the state of the word.

The moment Xu Jiayi woke up, he slapped his hand on the table in front of him and bellowed: "Good word, good word, excellent word."

His face was excited and his voice excited.

He was like an old bachelor who had been playing for 30 years and suddenly saw Lin Zhiling lying naked beside him one night. He couldn't help but froth at the mouth as he shouted, "Beautiful woman! Beautiful woman!"

When Dong Yuanheng and Yang Ruolan saw the usually steady Elder Xu, they became so excited in an instant. Immediately, he smiled bitterly: "These past few years, we have seen more than a thousand of these words. A hundred of them should be there." We haven't seen the type of words yet, but look at how excited you are. "

Then, Dong Yuanheng went over. He lowered his head and looked at the words on the table. This time, Dong Yuanheng was not attracted to it. Like a dead fish, he stood motionlessly beside Xu Jiayi. All of his attention was focused on the cursive script in front of him.

The aura that was stolen from between the lines was like an emperor sitting on a dragon throne, with hundreds of officials kneeling down in submission. This caused Dong Yuanheng to gasp for breath as he exhaled hot air.

Seeing that, Yang Ruolan immediately went over. Then, she took a look as if she was watching a show. With this glance, Yang Ruolan could no longer shift her gaze away.

That set of words occupied all of her mind in an instant. In her eyes, every single stroke and twist of that calligraphy was superb and beyond her comprehension and perfection.

For a moment, both Yang Ruolan and Dong Yuanheng were immersed. Only Xu Jiayi, who seemed to have gone insane, crazily pounded the table in front of him with his fist, and roared loudly, "Good word, good word! This was the true cursive script – the general idea of saving words and ruining the rules of a warrior. He would be able to travel as fast as he wanted. Crazy me calling myself an expert in cursive script, truly makes me blush! "

After he finished speaking, Xu Jiayi seemed to be having some difficulty suppressing his emotions. His entire person seemed to have gone insane as he forcefully pushed away the large stack of words in front of him.

With a whoosh, this thick stack of words was all lifted up and thrown to the ground by Xu Jiayi.

"What rubbish is this? I can't stand it any longer." "What nonsense are you writing? Get the hell out of my way!" Xu Jiayi's roar once again resounded throughout the room.

After looking at Xiao Yi's cursive script, Xu Jiayi had already lost all interest in other words. Thus, he just gave up on them and pushed them to the ground in anger.

The commotion caused by Xu Jiayi had quickly sobered them up.

After hearing Xu Jiayi's words, the dignified President of the Book Association, Dong Yuanheng, followed closely behind and pushed the thick stack of words in front of him to the ground.

After an uproar, a thick stack of words spread out. After that, it was spread out messily on the ground.

Dong Yuanheng immediately followed up with a roar: "What nonsense are these? They are simply dirtying my eyes. It's fine if I don't see these words, it's fine if I don't see them. "

And Yang Ruolan who was dressed in her blue and white porcelain qipao today, similarly disregarded her own elegance at this moment. She forcefully pushed all the banners on the desk in front of him down to the floor.

The words flew about in a flurry. It was like a colorful butterfly dancing in front of her.

With a flushed face, Yang Ruolan panted heavily and screamed at the top of her lungs: "After being in the book association for so many years, I've seen countless good words. This set of words struck my heart the most. She just didn't know what would happen if this author were to write Little Kite. Otherwise, I have to take him as my disciple. "

If these three evaluators knew that these words were written by the owner of Pen Hall, Xiao Yi, who was 19 years old, did it in less than five minutes. He reckoned that these three judges would go crazy on the spot and go berserk.

The atmosphere suddenly froze. The three judges were in the room, letting out all the energy they had in their hearts.

At the entrance of the Pen Hall, the large group of spectators on the street outside the first floor all became nervous. This is the last preliminary round, the last chance. They were all quite curious about the number of people who had advanced to the second floor. They had even waited for so long, yet they still hadn't descended. This caused their bodies to tense up.

Only Xiao Yi was already sitting on the writing table, with his eyes closed. Everything that had happened around him could no longer enter his eyes or disturb his mind.

"Look at that stupid brat, he has already given up, haha."

At this time, the one who was injured by the bird that was walking into Pen Hall was the staff member of the Book Association. When he saw Xiao Yi sitting on the table with her eyes closed and resting, he had a silly look. Immediately, he mocked coldly.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps finally came from the stairs.

In the end, whose family would she end up with? For a moment, everyone took a deep breath and looked towards the stairs.

This time, the one who walked down wasn't the staff member wearing a blue uniform. Instead, it was the lean Xu Jiayi. He swept his eyes across the densely packed crowd in the hall. Then, full of energy, he shouted: "Who is Xiao Yi?"

Seated on the table, Xiao Yi blinked his eyes, and lazily said: "I am."

Hearing this voice, Xu Jiayi quickly raised his eyes and looked over. A trace of excitement and expectation flashed through those murky eyes. However, when he saw the young Xiao Yi, Xu Jiayi's expression changed slightly. Holding the word that Xiao Yi had just written, he slowly walked over, opened up the word, and asked: "Did you write this?"

Xiao Yi curled his lips: "Didn't my name appear on it? "Why ask when you already know the answer."

If someone else said this in front of Xu Jiayi, Xu Jiayi would kick him out on the spot. However, Xu Jiayi was still patient, he kindly asked: "I just want you to confirm, is this set of words yours?"

Xiao Yi nodded and said: "I wrote it, how about it?"

After receiving this confirmation from Xiao Yi, Xu Jiayi was finally able to quickly retreat five steps. After that, he looked at Xiao Yi in shock and did not say anything as he continued to inhale cold air.

In Xu Jiayi's mind, it had been imagined countless times that the person who would write these words was a white-bearded old man, a mature and steady middle-aged man, or a gentle, refined, and refined mature businessman.

However, he had never imagined that the person who would write these words would be such a handsome young man.

Currently, the spectators at the entrance of the Pen Hall were all clueless about what was going on. They all stretched their necks and looked in that direction. He did not understand how the final judge had come downstairs. As usual, the result of such a notice would be done by someone. For example, Xu Jiayi, this kind of calligraphy world's master, should not come down here to run errands.

Amidst everyone's stupefied gaze, Xu Jiayi suddenly bowed towards Xiao Yi and said respectfully, "Sir, the words that you have written have completely conquered the three of us. His brush moved like a dragon and snake. His aura was clear, complex and ever-changing. It was as if both the real and the fake happened. Let us open our eyes, open our eyes. For the past ten years, this old man has been a judge of this National Calligraphy Competition, and this is the most perfect set of characters I have ever seen. "

In an instant, the inside and outside of Pen Hall fell into a deathly silence.

There was no sound at all, not even a breath. The sunlight shone into the Pen Hall, shining on each and every one of their pale and terrified faces.

Everyone's gaze turned towards Xiao Yi in unison as they muttered to themselves, "Impossible, this is impossible."

Only Xiao Yi slightly smiled, and said honestly: "That's only using my level of six points, if I had used my full strength. I guarantee that the writing will be more full-bodied. "

Xu Jiayi trembled slightly. Towards Xiao Yi's words, he did not doubt the slightest bit. However, he was overjoyed, and said excitedly: "Since there is a Mr. Xiao that has yet to fully display his abilities, then let's invite him directly to the third floor. I hope that Mr. Xiao can complete a better work later. "

Everyone crazily shook their heads at this moment, they were all frozen in place. He directly went up to the third floor and these words were clearly heard by everyone.

Under normal circumstances, this calligraphy competition should have passed from the first floor to the second floor, then finally to the third floor for a battle to the death. However, Xiao Yi had jumped straight up to the second floor and third floor.

Tsk tsk, everyone threw envious looks at Xiao Yi. There were too few opportunities to break this barrier. In this calligraphy competition, only Xiao Yi had this honor.

He directly got the chief judge to personally go downstairs to welcome Xiao Yi on his way to the third floor.

This sort of glory was something that others couldn't compare to. As such, all the cameras were focused on Xiao Yi's body, and they caught a glimpse of his glory. As for the shutter, it constantly flashed with light, illuminating Xiao Yi's face and causing all of Xiao Yi's glory to be frozen into the photo.

Xiao Yi chuckled and cupped his hands: "Let's go up."

Thus, Xiao Yi took the lead and unceremoniously walked towards the third floor. Xu Jiayi followed closely behind, still bowing respectfully.

The staff member who was injured standing in the middle of the crowd remembered how he had mocked, ridiculed and slandered Xiao Yi at the beginning. Then, he looked at Xiao Yi's disappearing figure at the foot of the stairs.

His face changed again and again, finally becoming as ugly as a pig's liver.