"Garbage is garbage. I really don't know what your perspective is. Are such words worthy of praise?"
Qi stood up and asked calmly, with disdain on his face.
"Young man from Mainland China, are you crazy? Is it so difficult to admit your own shortcomings?"
"That's right. Master Luo's handwriting is obvious to all. Do you have any works that make you qualified to evaluate Master Luo like this?"
"Hahaha... I think he is just jealous. Aren't all mainlanders like this? They are rubbish, but their talking skills are top-notch."
When everyone saw Luo Han's arrogance and said that Luo Han's handwriting was rubbish, they all felt unhappy and were particularly disdainful.
Long Tu also wanted to get involved, but Mr. Long held his wrist down.
Long Tu finally came to his senses and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He almost made a big mistake. If Qi Bingxian got the hang of it, he would have lost a lot of money.
Song Pu asked with a smile: "Archbishop Qi studies heaven and man, is the archbishop of the Southern District, and is the backbone of the Holy Religion! Since you can comment on Master Luo's calligraphy like this, you must have seen better ones, right?"
Luo Han said calmly: "If he says he has seen the handwriting of people like Wang Xizhi, then I really can't compare. People today, in their lifetime, can't compare with the ancients."
You Xin also smiled and said: "Yes, it would be boring to say that Master Luo Han's calligraphy is not as good as that of the ancients."
Qi Dangxian looked indifferent and said: "Didn't I just say that my handwriting is twice as good as his and can be sold for two million meters of gold! Aren't your ears hard to use?"
Luo Han sneered and said: "I have been in the calligraphy world all my life, and I have never seen such an arrogant young man!"
Qi Dangxian was stunned for a moment and said, "Well, haven't you seen it now?"
Luo Han sneered repeatedly and said: "If you can write a calligraphy that is better than me, let alone twice as good as me, even if it is only a little better, I will admit that you are awesome!"
Qi Dang said calmly: "What's the point of just admitting it? Why don't we make a bet."
Luo Han said: "Okay, what do you want to bet on? It's too low-level, I don't like it!"
Qi Dangxian squinted his eyes and smiled: "If I win, then I want all the antiques you collect!"
Luo Han said: "Huh? Very good, what if you lose!"
Qi Dangxian was thoughtful and said: "If I lose, I will admit that your calligraphy is better, and I will fully support Congressman You Xin, how about that?!"
When these words came out, they were quite shocking.
Even Zuo Chen's expression changed drastically. If Qi Yiyi went to support You Xin, his situation would be terrible!
It's not that he doesn't believe in Qi Bingxian's ability, but Luo Han has been immersed in calligraphy for decades, and his calligraphy skills have reached the peak, almost approaching the level of the ancients. It is really difficult to beat him in calligraphy.
"Interesting! As the Archbishop of the Holy Religion, Archbishop Qi should know that lying is a heinous crime." Song Pu was happy after hearing this, stroking his hands and smiling, and said.
"Of course, I, Archbishop Qi, have said what I say, and I can't chase any horse." Qi Bingxian said indifferently, "Why, Luo Han, do you dare to accept the move? Just because you maliciously misinterpreted Mr. Chen's great motto, I will also do it today.
Teach a lesson to this ignorant guy like you!"
After hearing this, Luo Han also became angry, laughed ferociously, and said: "Okay, I want to see what you, a young boy, can do to win against me! With pen and ink waiting for you, let him write now!"
Yu Xiaolong, Sun Yingshu, and even Ye Jiguo, a licking dog, couldn't help but feel frightened. They felt that Qi Dangxian might be exaggerating this time. After all, he was facing a calligraphy master who had been famous for many years!
Ye Jiguo couldn't help but asked Tanlang: "Brother Tanlang, isn't this a bit exaggerated?"
Greedy Wolf said disdainfully: "You know nothing! The second master has learned calligraphy since he was a child and practices calligraphy every day. He is extremely talented."
Ye Jiguo said: "No matter how talented you are, it's useless. Luo Han is a master known all over the world. Moreover, he can reach this point, so he is obviously talented! Calligraphy is not just a thing.
Talent alone makes up for it.”
Greedy Wolf said: "Just look at it. The second master's calligraphy is very good. Although I haven't looked up to him for many years, I think his calligraphy level has improved to a higher level!"
Ye Jiguo nodded repeatedly and could only hope so.
"Bring the Four Treasures of the Study, I will teach this old man a lesson today!" Qi Dangxian said loudly.
After Zuo Chen hesitated for a moment, he nodded, and then ordered his men to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones for Qi Dingxian to use.
Sun Yingshu couldn't help but become anxious and said: "I remember you are very disdainful, why do you do such a stupid thing?!"
Qi Dangxian asked: "What do you mean I'm so disdainful? Damn it!"
Sun Yingshu said: "Don't you like to compete with the old man in strength? Are you competing with him in calligraphy? Isn't it safe to win in an arm-wrestling competition with him?"
Qi Dangxian was so angry that he puffed out his nose like an old cow and said angrily: "Okay, am I such a disdainful person in your eyes?"
Sun Yingshu was speechless for a long time, then said: "If you lose and let my rice gold be wasted, I will definitely kill you!"
Although she believed in Qi Dangxian very much, this time, she really felt unsure. After all, this competition was about literature, not martial arts.
When it comes to martial arts competitions, then Qi Dingxian has a lot of peace of mind, but when it comes to writing... Qi Dingxian once said that he didn't even finish school, so he relied on self-study and the scumbags in prison to teach him.
"Don't be impatient." Qi Ding smiled casually, "Watch my performance!"
Soon, the Four Treasures of the Study were fetched.
Qi Dangxian was very calm. After taking it, he placed it on the table and asked the cameraman to focus the lens on the table.
"You old man with a gray beard and a brilliant old thief, I will teach you today that the literary world in mainland China is unfathomable. How can you, an old thief like you, humiliate him at will?" Qi Bingxian picked up the brush, held it with two fingers, and pointed at Luo Han from a distance.
Luo Han was so angry that his nose was smoking, and he said coldly: "I want to see how you make a fool of yourself!"
"Young man from Mainland China is so arrogant. He actually challenged Master Luo Han in calligraphy. You don't know how high the earth is! Are you looking down on us Penglai people?"
"It doesn't matter, he will make a fool of himself!"
"It would be nice if everyone laughed at him after his words were written."
"Haha, mainlanders are just bluffing. They are just a fool, but they dare to challenge the masters of the calligraphy world!"
Everyone sneered and disdained, thinking that Qi Bingxian was just showing off and his secret would be exposed soon.
Qi Dangxian suddenly closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them again. In an instant, he stood in the "Wuji Pole" of Tai Chi, holding Yuan Shouyi in his arms, as if returning to the chaotic universe.
Yu Xiaolong's eyes were burning as he looked at Qi Bingxian's posture carefully.
Qi Dingxian took a deep breath, dipped his brush in ink, raised his wrist, and placed his left hand on his lower back, concentrating on everything and being meticulous.
"He wants to show his martial arts skills in calligraphy!" When Yu Xiaolong saw this, he suddenly felt enlightened.
The pen in Qi Dangxian's hand seemed to have turned into a big gun.
"One Dharma can pass, and all Dharmas can pass." Yu Xiaolong sighed, remembering the story of Hui Neng, the Sixth Patriarch of Buddhism, and the nun Wu Wu Zang.