C550 Famous Reality

After these words were spoken, the three judges' bodies trembled.

He actually admitted defeat on his own? This was the final critical moment, yet he still hadn't fought? With this, the three judges' mouths were wide open. They could now put in an egg.

Tap, tap, tap. Ling Fei and Xiong Hui took the initiative to forfeit. Then, he quickly went downstairs. The wooden stairs were shaking and making popping sounds, as if it was shaking the hearts of everyone on the third floor.

"Do you still want to compete?" Xiao Yi coldly sat on the chair, looked at Liang Xiao who had fallen into a state of madness, narrowed his eyes and asked: "If you're willing to compete, then let's begin right away."

However, Liang Xiao was currently shaking his head at a loss. Then, she raised his head to look at Xiao Yi and muttered in a low voice, "Since when was a raw jade? "Hahaha..."

The shrill laughter was filled with a strong sense of unwillingness. Following that, Liang Xiao spat out a large mouthful of blood. The unwillingness she had been suppressing in her heart was spat out along with this large mouthful of blood.

Liang Xiao was praised as a genius in calligraphy, causing him to be shocked beyond belief. On the path of calligraphy, it was like slashing through thorns and thorns. At his age, reaching the Scholar was already quite a sensation. However, the Xiao Yi currently sitting on the chair, was younger than him.

Everyone only needed to take a glance at Xiao Yi's name and they would be convinced from the bottom of their hearts.

Therefore, Liang Xiao knew that there was no point in comparing them again. After spitting out a large mouthful of blood, Liang Xiao resolutely turned around and walked down the stairs.

As his figure faded away from the camera, Liang Xiao's low and determined voice came from the third floor, "Mr. Xiao is sitting on the third floor. Ordinary people like us are no longer fit to sit next to him. I think, Dong Yuanheng, Xu Jiayi, and Yang Ruolan should come down. You are not qualified to be his judges. "

These words weren't loud, but the power behind them caused everyone's eardrums to vibrate. Everyone could hear him loud and clear, including Dong Yuanheng and the other two who were seated at the judge's table.

The media was moved and burst into an uproar. The muscles on each of their faces twitched greatly.

As for the three judges, their faces reddened. It was as if a nail had been hammered into his butt, and he could no longer sit still. Although Liang Xiao's words did not sound good, it was reasonable.

In terms of calligraphy, they were indeed not qualified to be Xiao Yi's judge. Even though they were all quite old, they didn't care about age in art.

The third floor was so quiet, one could hear a pin drop.

A long while later, he heard the sound of someone sucking in a cold breath of air.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

The waves rose and fell like the waves of a tide.

However, Xiao Yi still maintained a calm face and sat on the chair.

Hearing the gasps from the crowd, Xiao Yi suddenly stood up. He walked to a table and opened up the Xuan paper. His wrist hung high up in the air as he lifted up the brush. He used the brush to draw ink and waved it away.

"Drunk in the lap of beauties, waking up with power in the world. "I am everywhere, but no one knows I am here. This is my world …"

Xiao Yi was in high spirits and was in high spirits.

Every word that came out of Xiao Yi's mouth was sonorous and forceful, and echoed as it fell to the ground. The strength contained in his words caused everyone to involuntarily raise their heads and look at Xiao Yi.

He looked at the Wolf Bristles in his hands, which seemed to be an earth-shattering weapon. He looked at the young man's face with a burning gaze. He looked at the young man standing upright on the third floor.

Xiao Yi was able to do it in one breath, his calligraphy was like a surging river.

After the last word was spoken, Xiao Yi waved his finger. Xiao Yi threw the Wolf Bristles into the inkstone, and it splashed a little bit of ink. Following that, Xiao Yi raised the word that was just waved in his hand high up in the air, and spoke in a haughty voice: "Although the other three contestants have given up on the competition and left, I still followed the procedures of the competition and submitted my work. Now, I want to let everyone see whether or not I, Xiao Yi, am worthy of the title of Scholar. "

Everyone's gaze landed on the word in Xiao Yi's hand.

Fresh and elegant, vigorous and powerful, strong through the back of the paper, beautiful long. With a single stroke, he looked like a horse that had escaped its reins and soared into the sky. He looked like a dragon that had flown through the sky and moved about. It came from nothingness, but it was also an emptiness. The lines between the lines were smooth, crisscrossing, and full of vigor; the edge of the hidden blade was slightly exposed, and the tip of the tip was hidden; the point where the pen was left hanging was abruptly cut; the point where the stylus was placed on the left side of the pen was curved or straight; the point where the stylus was placed on the right side was clearly pressed; it was also dense, without any hostility, but also on the right side, neither dry nor wet.

"Scholar."

Two very loud voices resounded across the third floor.

These two words were like the angry roar of a thousand troops in front of a general.

At this moment, everyone in the hall shouted out at the same time from the bottom of their hearts. As Xiao Yi's words fell, he finally won the approval of everyone present, and from the bottom of their hearts.

Thus, they all opened their mouths and roared out with tacit understanding.

In truth, Xiao Yi had become the new Scholar.

The flash landed on Xiao Yi's face. Like a victorious general, Xiao Yi received the most passionate and most sensational praises.

Just when Xiao Yi's life in this Pen Hall had once again reached a high point. In Old Secretary Zhang Weimin's old house, Zhao Xing was doing the same as usual. According to the prescription that Xiao Yi had written, he would use it himself.

Warm and simmer.

Zhao Xing was seriously frying the medicine, holding a broken palm-leaf fan, he painstakingly fanned the flames under the medicine jar. Even though the Zhang Family was very wealthy, hiring a servant to fry medicine was not a problem for them.

However, Zhao Xing did everything himself, year after year. This was a form of protection, a form of protection for the Old Secretary.

After the medicine was done, Zhao Xing personally carried the medicine jar up the stairs and carefully went into the Secretary Zhang's room.

The medicine was like a sacred object, Zhao Xing valued it a lot. Holding it in front of his chest, he stared at the bottle of medicine.

After they went upstairs, they left the staircase. Zhao Xing suddenly covered his stomach in pain. However, Zhao Xing still persisted on holding onto the bottle of medicine, even though his forehead was drenched in sweat.

However, the heart-wrenching pain in his stomach felt as if ten thousand needles were piercing his heart. Finally, Zhao Xing could no longer hold it in and called out, "Yuan Yuan, Yuan Yuan …"

There was no response, and Zhang Yuan Yuan went out the door. She followed the list that Xiao Yi wrote down, and personally went to grab the herbs for Old Secretary. The Chinese medicine at home had already been consumed.

Anyway, according to normal circumstances, Old Secretary was habitually sleeping.

Therefore, Zhang Yuan Yuan walked out of the room feeling assured.

Zhao Xing called out for a while, but there was no reply. However, the piercing pain in his stomach was like a knife twisting. He could not take it any longer, so he put the jar of Chinese medicine on the balcony. Finally, he quickly ran into the toilet.

After a series of waves, Zhao Xing stood up, a little exhausted.

After he let out a long sigh, Zhao Xing felt that the pain in his stomach had lessened. After washing his hands, he returned to the balcony. He checked the pot of Chinese medicine and found that there were no traces of it being touched.

Zhao Xing had followed the Old Secretary for so many years, that he had always been cautious in his conduct of life. Therefore, when he returned, he carefully checked the herbs on the balcony.

After all, Zhang Weimin had been an official for many years, and there were many enemies in the family.

Therefore, Zhao Xing developed a habit of being cautious. After discovering the jar of Chinese medicine on the balcony, there were no problems. Zhao Xing then picked up the jar once again and quickly went into Old Secretary's room.

After waiting in the room for a while, Old Secretary woke up. Zhao Xing then helped Old Secretary Zhang Weimin to sit on the side of the bed and poured a bowl of the medicine. He gently blew on the hot air and felt the hot air in the bowl being blown away. Zhao Xing scooped a spoonful for Old Secretary and gently brought it to his mouth, "Old Secretary, drink some medicine. "Yes, it will be done soon."

Every time Zhao Xing fed the medicine to the Old Secretary, he would always say this.

He didn't know whether it was to comfort the Old Secretary or himself.

"Will it be all right?" The Old Secretary looked at Zhao Xing with a smile that was not a smile, and said in a low voice: "That's not good, look at me, I'm neither a human nor a ghost, how can I walk in the human world once again. In this lifetime, I have no regrets in my heart, and I have no shame in the people. The only one who owes me is you. Having followed me for so many years without a wife or daughter, I am truly worried. "

Tears rolled down Zhao Xing's face as he sobbed, "Old Secretary, you saved my life. I still remember back then when you worked hard to turn the case over for me. Ever since that time, I've been willing to be your slave for the rest of my life. As I stayed by Old Secretary's side for longer and longer periods of time, I increasingly realised that such a good official like Old Secretary was truly worthy of me serving my entire life. "

That year, Zhao Xing had offended his authority and was imprisoned in a grievance case. Old Secretary had spent a lot of effort to save Zhao Xing. When Zhao Xing saw that his home was ruined and he had nowhere to go, he felt like he had to stay by Old Secretary's side like an ox a horse.

"You." After Old Secretary heard these words, he forcefully shook his head and said, "What's the point of bringing him up? It's just that after all these years of suffering, I have a clear idea of what it means to suffer. "

"Alright." Zhao Xing seemed to be unwilling to get entangled with the Old Secretary on such matters, as he said softly: "Drink the medicine, it will heal after you drink it."

Old Secretary looked at the bowl of medicine in front of him that was emitting hot air, and his gaze started to wander. Then, he shook his head again and said, "I'm not drinking anymore. I'm not drinking anymore. I felt Death waiting for me at the door. In the next two days, I'll be gone. "In my opinion, it's better to let me go with dignity. If I drink more, it'll smell like medicine when I go there."