Chapter 601 Master Lou Qingyu

Hearing the angry voices of fans, Zhang Lin and his son sitting in the audience immediately shrank their necks and pretended not to recognize Tang Muyang.

Isn't this guy too capable of causing trouble?

I don’t know if he has many fans? Can’t you just say a few words?

Kong Xuan stared at Tang Muyang with his eyes full of fighting spirit.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted in a low voice: "The judges are here."

Everyone looked towards the door.

Tang Muyang also cast his gaze over.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a man walked in first.

It was Zhao Qingshan who was the examiner in the last rematch.

After he came in, he hurriedly stood aside respectfully, and then made a "please" gesture.

After a while, an old man with white hair appeared in everyone's sight.

This person is probably in his seventies, but he does not give people the feeling of being old. He is very energetic and even more energetic than many young people.

The moment he saw him, Tang Muyang immediately judged that this person was Lou Qingyu.

As Kong Xuan said before, words are like people.

Lou Qingyu's calligraphy gives people a grand and orderly feeling.

Someone once said that the sight of Master Lou's words made people full of high-spirited passion. Now it seems that this is not entirely a compliment.

Tang Muyang activated the Qi Reading Technique and wanted to see Master Lou's luck. However, he was surprised to find that the other person's luck was in chaos and he couldn't see anything.

You must know that his cultivation has now reached the late stage of transforming energy, and he has also cultivated spiritual power.

But even so, he still couldn't see through the other person's luck.

There are only two possibilities.

Either the other party's luck has grown to an outrageous level; or some special secret technique has been used to hide the luck so that no one can pry into it.

But no matter which possibility it is, it proves one thing - he is definitely not just a calligrapher.

Tang Muyang was not sure at first that Lou Qingyu was the one who wrote to Gui Fenghan. Now it seems that there is no doubt.

Surrounded by a group of calligraphers, Lou Qingyu slowly walked into the venue and waved to everyone present.

Everyone at the scene stood up and paid tribute to this highly respected master.

A slightly younger contestant was so excited that his whole body was shaking.

Lou Qingyu patted his head with a kind face, "Little guy, adjust your mood and play well, don't be nervous."

The young man was even more excited and incoherent when he heard Master Lou's encouragement to him.

Lou Qingyu greeted all the contestants present cordially, without any pretense of a master.

Tang Muyang looked at him playfully. If he hadn't known about the inhumane behavior of this organization, he wouldn't have believed that this kind old man could be a cruel and ruthless executioner.

It seems a bit ironic!

A murderer is regarded as an idol and praised by others.

Just like Xue Wannian back then, he was also regarded as a god by the people of Dong'an. In the end, what awaited them was only the cold butcher's knife.

And what kind of person is Master Lou, who seems to have a higher status than Xue Wannian?

At this moment, Lou Qingyu had already walked up to him, still with a kind smile on his face, "Are you Mu Yang?"

Before Tang Muyang could answer, Zhao Qingshan hurriedly interjected, "Yes, he is the genius I told you about. His copy of the "Lanting Preface" last time was really good."

Lou Qingyu smiled and said, "Okay, you've been nagging in my ears so many times that my ears are almost calloused."

Zhao Qingshan suddenly muttered angrily, "It is indeed well written."

Lou Qingyu looked at Tang Muyang again, "That work is indeed very well written. I hope you can maintain your form this time and produce another good work."

With a faint smile on his lips, Tang Muyang nodded slightly, "I won't let Master Lou down."

Lou Qingyu didn't say anything more, and then gave a few words of encouragement to Kong Xuan beside him. His words were similar to those of the others. He just wanted to maintain his mentality and compete well, without giving any special care.

Then, he turned around and went on stage: "Hello everyone, I am Lou Qingyu. First of all, I would like to welcome every friend here who loves calligraphy."

The scene became unusually quiet.

Everyone listened with bated breath.

"The purpose of the calligraphy competition is to encourage and discover a group of outstanding talents who have potential and love calligraphy. Fortunately, I have indeed seen many rising stars..."

As he said that, he glanced in Tang Muyang's direction.

I don't know if I'm looking at Tang Muyang or Kong Xuan next to me.

"Today's game has no rules. Everyone can play freely and show their best. Now, the game begins."

After Lou Qingyu finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Contestants entered the venue one after another.

In the competition venue, ten tables have been set up, and they are still the same as last time, with fine pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

All the contestants quickly calmed down, picked up their pens, dipped them in ink, and started writing.

Xu Wenli directed the cameraman to first take a long shot, then briefly scanned the other contestants, and then focused the camera mainly on Kong Xuan.

Because there was only one cameraman assigned to her in the station, it was impossible to take pictures of everyone's competition process, so we could only find a representative player to follow and film.

And Kong Xuan is undoubtedly the best candidate.

Young, talented, handsome, and popular, these are all factors that ensure the quality of this program.

Kong Xuan didn't pay much attention to these external things and looked back at Tang Muyang not far away.

Seeing that he hadn't started writing yet, Kong Xuan couldn't help but cheer up secretly. Then he picked up the brush and started writing on the paper.

Xu Wenli directed the camera and photographed the work.

The brush in Kong Xuan's hand seemed to suddenly turn into a magic wand that transformed decay into magic, and he drew vivid fonts on the monotonous white paper.

And these words seem to have come to life and want to jump out of the paper.

"The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea. The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the Spring River..."

What he wrote was "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" by Zhang Ruoxu in the Tang Dynasty.

Poems are good poems; words are good words!

The flowing words presented a clear picture of the moonlight on the spring river in front of everyone.

People watching the game on the spot all exclaimed in surprise.

Especially those fans of Kong Xuan started screaming like crazy.

Even the judges on the stage were attracted to him, and they praised him repeatedly: "You are truly worthy of being Master Lou's proud disciple. This piece of cursive writing is really beautiful, healthy and wonderful!"

"It seems that the competition system last time restricted his performance, but this time it was completely relaxed, and it turned out to be extraordinary."

"This boy's strength is no less than ours. Given time, he will become a great weapon!"

Hearing everyone's praise, Lou Qingyu only had a faint smile on his face, but turned his attention to Tang Muyang.

While others were busy writing, he was the only one standing there, as if closing his eyes and concentrating.

What is he doing?

Is it brewing emotions?

Or a bluff?

Just as Lou Qingyu was thinking about it, Tang Muyang suddenly took out a brush he brought with him.
Chapter completed!