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Ding Hao walked into the Jiang-Nan cultural exhibition hall. Even though it was packed with people, the people inside were orderly and coordinated with each other to maintain silence, and there were people stopping in front of every calligraphy piece that was hung for around ten seconds. After that, they continued to walk towards the front to admire the second piece.

As the saying goes, the person, character and character can be seen from what he wrote. This is the summation of the experience accumulated by the ancients over the years.

Some of the words were powerful, some of them were euphemistic, some of the words were complicated, some of the words had a softness to them …

Ding Hao's gaze was always on the calligraphy works that were hung on the wall.

When the surrounding people saw these works, they couldn't help but quietly praise, "You are indeed worthy of being the honorary president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association. You are truly someone we look up to."

"If I can acknowledge Senior Xiong as my master, I'm afraid that within ten years, my calligraphy skills will be greatly improved."

His calligraphy works are worth a thousand words in the auction world. I heard that there are young people in the Jiangnan Cultural Exhibition House who love calligraphy and calligraphy, so maybe Senior Xiong will choose a disciple here. As long as he obtains the title of a calligraphy amateur, he can sign up.

"..."

Ding Hao heard the whispered discussion of the two youths in front of him, and a strange expression surfaced on his face.

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

"May I ask my brothers, where can I see a big bear?" Ding Hao's eyes revealed some doubt as he asked.

One of the youths was stunned. He frowned and asked, "Which big bear?"

"Ugh …" Ding Hao suddenly stretched out his hand to pat his head. How could these people know what he meant by "Xiong Yinloong", so they changed their words: "It's Senior Xiong."

However, the gaze he used to look at Ding Hao was filled with disdain, and he said coldly: "It's right in the front hall, but for people like you who have no respect for their elders, who speak rudely, it's impossible for them to be recognized by Senior Xiong.

Finished speaking, the two young men immediately left the place, and before leaving, they swept their cold eyes across Ding Hao, and snorted.

Ding Hao was stunned, could it be that these two were Xiong Yinloong's loyal fans? He had only said the word 'big bear', and were treating him with such an attitude …

It seemed like the title of Chinese Calligraphy Association's honorary president had some influence.

"Brother, I really admire you. You actually dare to call Senior Xiong a 'big bear' in front of so many calligraphy fans here. This level of boldness is not something we can compare with." A soft laugh rang out.

Ding Hao turned his head to look at the young man behind him who wore a white top and black pants. The young man was handsome and held a folding fan in his hand.

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

"Me? "Haha." the young man asked, suddenly laughing.

Ding Hao stared at the young man in front of him, and the depths of his eyes revealed an expression of doubt, and thought to himself: "Could it be that idiots are allowed in this place?"

"Since you ask me in all sincerity, then I might as well tell you, I am Senior Xiong's disciple, Jin Yi." The youth's face emitted a complacent expression, and his face revealed a proud and aloof expression as he slowly spoke.

"I'm afraid you're a fool. According to what I know, the big bear doesn't seem to have taken any disciples." Ding Hao said in a serious tone.

"…" Jin Yi's expression changed. He, who was originally angry, immediately held back, thinking that he was a cultured person, and definitely could not go berserk in public.

Therefore, Jin Yi's mouth twitched, and said coldly: "This is because you're short-sighted, today I will definitely become Senior Xiong's disciple. As an extremely talented talent in calligraphy, if I don't become Senior Xiong's subordinate, how can it stimulate my talent, so..."

Before Jin Yi could finish speaking, a middle-aged man behind him patted his shoulder and said: "Little brother, that person has left, you don't need to speak anymore."

Jin Yi was slightly stunned, his gaze fixated in front of him. He saw that Ding Hao had long since left, and only his back was in his line of sight.

"Damn. I'm a genius, yet I actually ignored me like this." Jin Yi muttered, and dejectedly left the place.

As Ding Hao walked in front, his eyes revealed a helpless look. Why is the Jiangnan Cultural Exhibition Hall filled with strange people?

That's not right, I'm not a superstar, why would I want a fan …

Being low-key was the way to go!

Walking along the corridor to the end, a large door appeared before them. The door was wide open, and as one looked inside, one would see a vast and grand hall. Upon walking in, one would notice that there were roughly ten thousand people in the stands.

The hall was already filled with people. However, there was a space in the middle that was used for the young man to compete with his calligraphy skills. There were also many calligraphy works on display around the hall.

Ding Hao did not gather around the crowd and immediately went up to the spectator's stand, casually finding a seat to sit on.

After a short while, under the order of a host, everyone who had come here went up to the stands and found seats.

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

Xiong Yinloong wore a white robe, had a solemn expression on his face, giving off the demeanor of a master, looking completely different from the time he was asked for help.

A man only reveals his weaknesses when he needs help, and the humility with which he pleads for mercy.

Just as in the case of borrowing money, when someone borrows money, he or she has to bend his or her knees or lower his or her knees, and when he or she pays money, he or she is master of the house.

Ding Hao's eyes looked around, and realised that Jin Yi was also in the group of youths below, as if he was about to participate in the competition for calligraphy, looking at him, he seemed to be extremely confident.

From time to time, Xiong Yinloong would look around, and then, sweep his gaze across the viewing platforms, as if looking for someone.

When he looked around and saw Ding Hao in the audience, his eyes lit up, his face revealing a happy expression, and he thought in his heart: "I never thought that Young Master Ding would actually come to support me."

Ding Hao shook his head, signalling him not to be too agitated, only then did Xiong Yinloong calm down, and pretended to be calm as he scanned the group of youths below.

When these youths were under Xiong Yinloong's gaze, the timid ones trembled all over, as if they were extremely weak.

Many people were standing on their feet, trembling in fear.

The corner of Ding Hao's mouth raised slightly, and he could not help but exclaim in admiration: "As expected of senior from the calligraphy world and Martial Arts Realm, an ordinary person would not be able to resist such might."

"Everyone is ready. The calligraphy competition will now officially begin. After an incense stick of time, write down the five words you are most proud of. I wish everyone a good calligraphy piece and the appreciation of Senior Xiong for it. We will now begin."

As the host's voice rang out, everyone's attention began to fully focus on their own Xuan paper. They began to prepare and write with brushes in their hands.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]