I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

"Tangtang knows Xiaobai wants to learn calligraphy, but first he has to find a good master."

The little girl held the relic and said, "Let Tangtang go around the city and ask who has the best handwriting."

The three masters that Tangtang found for Xiaobai before were all the best in Zhao State (not really).

But now Xiaobai is very anxious, so the girl can only lower her requirements a little and find the best calligraphy master in the city.

"The most amazing calligraphy master? Haha, I can't answer your question now. I have to wait until this afternoon."

"Why is this?" Tangtang looked at the passerby in surprise.

"Because the calligraphy competition in this city will not end until the afternoon." The uncle said with a smile.

Oh!

The little braid on Tangtang's head trembled, and she hurriedly asked the uncle where the calligraphy competition was held.

When she excitedly ran to the place where the calligraphy competition was held, she found that there were so many people around her and her height was suppressed by the adults, so her viewing experience was extremely poor.

"Xiaobai, let's go upstairs and take a look."

Tangtang discovered that there was a restaurant nearby, and there were still many empty seats in the "viewing area" on the top floor of the restaurant.

So, she smiled and carried Xiaobai into the restaurant. After ordering some food, she ate while watching the game.

Looking down from the air, you can see every contestant's work at a glance.

The little girl didn't know much about calligraphy. In her opinion, as long as the characters were written neatly and beautifully, they were good characters.

However, what surprised her was that many contestants' handwriting was even more sloppy than Xiaobai's.

What’s even more incredible is that there were a few contestants who appeared to be just scribbling, but they actually received praises from the judges.

"I don't quite understand it, but..."

"Calligraphy is indeed unfathomable."

............

The little girl watched the game for a long time and her attention gradually focused on the two players.

One of the contestants is named Yan Xiu, and his handwriting, Tangtang, is the most pleasing to the eye.

Another contestant is named Lu Fang, who has not yet put pen to paper.

"Lu Fang, the competition is almost over. It will be too late if you don't start writing now."

"That's right, take out your ghost book and let everyone open their eyes!"

Lu Fang was unique and not only did Tangtang pay attention to him, but many onlookers also started to make a noise.

"Excuse me, what is a ghost book?"

While the waiter was serving the sweet soup, the little girl asked curiously.

"Haha, that Lu Fang has a unique skill in ghost calligraphy. It is said that his writing can communicate with ghosts and gods."

After a pause, the waiter added, "But very few people have seen him. He might just be exaggerating."

Tangtang nodded and continued to watch the game. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she said, "Ah, let's start writing!"

The waiter couldn't help but look downstairs, and sure enough, Lu Fang picked up his pen and started writing.

As soon as he started writing, he immediately became the focus of everyone.

"It opens and closes with a magnificent atmosphere. The sparse strokes allow a horse to run through, while the dense strokes prevent wind from leaking through. Wonderful, wonderful!"

"The size of each character complements each other, the bowing is measured, the beginning and the end echo each other, and the axis is curved."

One judge stroked his beard and praised: "It has reached the state of natural interest and no embellishment!"

"How does it compare to Yan Xiu?" an audience member cheered.

"This is not the same, not the same."

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This sentence of being equally good immediately made Lu Fang raise his eyebrows.

...........

To be fair, purely in terms of calligraphy attainments, Lu Fang himself would not dare to say that he was better than Yan Xiu.

But he had already decided to take the first place in this competition to completely establish his reputation.

"Fame brings wealth, and being first is the winner, but second? People don't remember second."

With his mind racing, Lu Fang decided to use an unconventional move.

"I can't write without wine. Bring me some wine!"

He slammed the table and shouted loudly.

Several judges looked at each other, but no one was ready to serve Lu Fang wine.

Such a long time has passed, and I haven't seen any other contestants clamoring for food or tea. Why are you, Lu Fang, so special?

"Did you hear that? Master Lu wants to drink!"

"I do have half a pot of rice wine, but I bought it with my own money. I can't give it away for free."

The judges were unwilling to serve wine to Lu Fang, so the audience just started to make a fuss.

The other contestants who had already completed their works looked at Lu Fang with a half-smile, and the scene was very awkward for a while.

"Look, what is that?" someone suddenly screamed.

"The wine jug is flying over here!"

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, a wine jug flew out of thin air in front of Lu Fang.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Lu Fang pretended to be bold and unrestrained, picked up the wine jug and poured it into his own mouth.

I didn't drink much, but my clothes were wet.

"Not enough, not enough. One pot of wine is not enough. Give me two more pots!"

At this time, Lu Fang's words were no longer regarded as a joke. Everyone looked around and saw that two more jugs of wine had really flown into the restaurant.

"The pen can communicate with ghosts and gods!"

I don't know who shouted this, but everyone was excited.

"Oh, what kind of trick is this?"

The waiter upstairs was dumbfounded, but heard the little girl next to him say: "It's not a magic trick, he really communicated with some spirits to get wine for him."

spirit?

The waiter was about to ask when he heard the boss's angry roar from downstairs.

"Where's the person? Where did he go? Don't you know how to entertain the guests?"

"I'm coming--"

Not caring whether it worked or not, the waiter ran downstairs and started working.

.............

Although he leaked two and a half out of three pots of wine, Lu Fang had achieved his goal. He showed his boldness and added more topics of conversation to the game.

"I have given you three bottles of wine and a few words to express my gratitude."

Lu Fang threw the unfinished work into the sky. In full view of everyone, the paper was torn into pieces, as if it was being snatched by many ghosts and gods.

"Oh--"

"Master Lu's calligraphy is so amazing that he must be the best calligrapher in the State of Zhao!"

Everyone was amazed, but Lu Fang smiled without saying anything.

"..."

The judges were in a dilemma at this time. Logically speaking, the competition time had come, but Lu Fang had not submitted his work, so he should be considered to have lost his qualification to participate.

But if the verdict were this, would the audience be convinced?

In the end, you will inevitably be accused of being jealous of other people's talents.

If my reputation is really damaged because of this incident, who can I turn to for justice?

The judges thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that they could not go against the public opinion.

Ever since——

"Lu Fang should be first in this competition!"

Upon hearing this, the audience cheered, but many contestants looked directly at Yan Xiu.

"..."

Yan Xiu was obviously depressed, but he endured it again and again and ultimately did not say a word.

Chapter 300 Words are like the person they are

Even Yan Xiu didn't say a word, and the other contestants kept any complaints they had to themselves.

"This match is really unexpected. Farewell."

"Whatever, I am not as skilled as you. Goodbye, everyone!"

The audience gradually dispersed and the contestants also said their goodbyes.

When Yan Xiu put away his writing brush and prepared to go home, he suddenly saw a little girl running onto the stage.

"Hello--"

Ok?

Lu Fang lowered his head, looked at the little girl and said casually: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Yes! Tangtang wants you to teach Xiaobai how to write."

Hearing this, Yan Xiu couldn't help but sigh that this man was truly a blockbuster. Even a little girl like this wanted to find him to be her master.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Lu Fang laughed triumphantly, but did not agree immediately.

After all, he is no longer the same person as before.

"Which girl are you from?"

"Tangtang is Tangtang, not some girl."

"Then do you have any relatives or friends who are officials in the court?"

Lu Fang's alcohol tolerance is really low, and now he's feeling a bit drunk, so he's no longer careful about what he says.

Or you can say that Mr. Lu is done pretending!

Seeing that the little girl was still shaking her head, Lu Fang immediately said, "Since I am not from a famous family, and I don't have any relatives or friends who are officials in the court, why should I do you a favor and teach that newbie to write?"

"Brother Lu," Yan Xiu frowned, "You are drunk, go back and rest."

"..."

Lu Fang didn't say anything, but the look of contempt mixed with disdain in his eyes made Yan Xiu angry.

"Girl, you don't have to look for him, look for me."

Yan Xiu said in a deep voice: "As long as the little white you mentioned is willing to work hard, I will teach you with all my heart."

Lu Fang glanced at Yan Xiu, hoping that the girl would refuse him in person.

This not only slapped Yan Xiu in the face, but also further highlighted the gap between the two.

.................

Tangtang felt very comfortable looking at Yan Xiu’s handwriting, and the key was that his attitude was okay.

The little girl was a down-to-earth person. She stopped worrying about the false title of "first" and accepted his kindness with a smile.

"Xiaobai is very smart. He will definitely not let Master Yan down."

As she spoke, Tangtang dug out a big, round pearl from the package.