A group of people stood in front of the desk, holding their pens and writing.

This is already a small calligraphy competition, and it has a lottery. The prizes distributed by Mr. Jin personally are probably much more precious than the prizes of any kind in China's calligraphy competition, right?

The guests all appreciated it intently.

Looking forward to the release of excellent calligraphy works and becoming Mr. Jin's most favorite birthday gift today.

Huang Xiaolong naturally became a major highlight.

After all, Huang Xiaolong said something so awesome just now that no one could write anything about him... It was so arrogant that it was so annoying that people were tired of.

Many people are gloating and hope to see Huang Xiaolong make a fool of himself.

"By the way... Master Xiaolong is really good at calligraphy?" Sun Hu looked at Huang Xiaolong with a little nervous.

"Xiaolong knows everything. Don't worry." Sun Wei is full of confidence in Huang Xiaolong.

Ying Aoshan's beautiful eyes flashed with glazed luster, and she whispered. "Young Master Huang is a scholar in music, and he is unparalleled in the world. If he can use his calligraphy skills to overwhelm the heroes, he would be such an elegant person."

After seeing Huang Xiaolong's song "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix", Ying Aoshan is naturally looking forward to Huang Xiaolong's performance at this moment.

Mr. Jin also smiled with his beard and focused his attention on Huang Xiaolong.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong picked up his pen, dipped ink, and looked around with a smile. He saw that others were either calm and composed and slowly outlining, or shaking their heads as if they were writing while savoring, or concentrating on their minds...

"Tsk~ Just write a word, why should you be so serious?" Huang Xiaolong smiled disdainfully, then

Brush brush brush brush ~

Huang Xiaolong quickly wrote on the rice paper in front of him.

Three minutes.

Three minutes later, Huang Xiaolong put down his brush and smiled. "Okay, I'm done."

After saying that, Huang Xiaolong returned to his seat, crossed his legs and leisurely.

This time, the people in the garden were in a mess!

"I'm done writing this? Only a few minutes? What are you writing? Are you ghost drawing talismans?"

"What does this mean? I have been learning calligraphy for half a year, and it is still quite time-consuming to complete a work. Even if I write like a magical one, it will take more than half an hour, right?"

"Yes, I've read the time, and he's finished writing in three minutes... My God, good calligraphy works, and it's more than three minutes to make emotions brew, right?"

"This guy is also known as the best in calligraphy and painting... I can brag!"

"This is just perfunctory Mr. Jin."

"Old Master Jin's birthday is 100th birthday today. He is also crazy about his calligraphy. This kid is perfunctory to play with Mr. Jin in calligraphy. I'm afraid that it will anger Mr. Jin?"

...

Indeed, Mr. Jin is a little angry now!

Originally, he had some expectations for Huang Xiaolong's calligraphy. However, Huang Xiaolong finished writing it in three minutes... Mr. Jin is a master of calligraphy and is well versed in this way. Three minutes? What a nonsense!

"Haha, it's interesting...Young man, you're still playful..." Mr. Jin glanced at Huang Xiaolong coldly. He didn't get up to see Huang Xiaolong's works, but told other people who were concentrating on writing. "You can write well, write slowly, don't be anxious, and don't be disturbed by some messy people."

A messy person? This is implicitly mocking Huang Xiaolong!

"Xiaolong, you finished writing so soon?" Sun Wei also looked curious.

"Well, I'm done." Huang Xiaolong smiled. "I'm sure I'll be the first. I'll write. How could these people write better than me?"

"But Xiaolong, you're too fast, right? It's done in three or five minutes..." Sun Wei was a little skeptical.

"Sister Baihu, you can't say that... three to five minutes? Hehehe, come to my room tonight, I can't get out of bed!" Huang Xiaolong smiled strangely.

"No serious!" Sun Wei spat.

The other people in the Sun family felt like they had bitten their galls to pieces. They thought to themselves, Master Xiaolong, you are so good at playing, you actually played on Mr. Jin! In three minutes, what masterpieces can you write?

Yun Bo laughed silently. "Miss, Mr. Huang probably knows how to write. Calligraphy is to cultivate sentiment, be quiet, be slow, be slow, be calm, but Mr. Huang is obviously dealing with the matter just now. His mood seems to be a little more restless. It is difficult to write good words in a few minutes."

"Is he really just bragging?" Ying Aoshan frowned.

Almost half an hour later, the people standing at the desk put down the pen in their hands one after another, and completed all the works.

"Please give me some appreciation!" Everyone said in unison.

"Hahahaha, okay! Now, the old man will be a judge and taste your calligraphy skills! Hahaha!" Old Master Jin stood up excitedly, walked to the first desk on the left, and picked up the rice paper on the table.

He shook his head and said, "Oh... This is Yan Zhenqing's 'General Pei Poem'. It is well written and well written! The font is sometimes exciting and sometimes still, and the strength is penetrated through the back of the paper. Good words!"

"Grandpa, you are a fool." The person who wrote this book was a grandson of Mr. Jin. Now, when he heard the old man's praise, his face was also filled with smiles.

Mr. Jin showed this calligraphy to the guests in the garden. Everyone took a few steps and carefully appreciated it. Soon, cheering sounds burst out from the crowd.

Only the old god Huang Xiaolong muttered, "What's the point of writing? Bad words!"

In this way, Mr. Jin appreciated calligraphy works one by one. Every time he admired a picture, he would give a pertinent comment and then displayed the words in the public so that everyone could enjoy them for a few minutes.

It can be said that the atmosphere of this word "六" is still very pleasant, and it faintly exudes a sense of scholarly family.

Finally, Mr. Jin read all the works on the desk, um... except for the calligraphy of Huang Xiaolong.

Mr. Jin actually ignored the words written by Huang Xiaolong!

"Okay! The young people wrote good words! But since we said that to decide the winner, the old man had to pick out one of the best works from so many excellent works and give the prize..." Mr. Jin laughed loudly.

Looking at his expression, he had already chosen the first place in his heart!

"Now, I'll announce it, old man," Mr. Jin said solemnly.

Just then

"Wait~" Huang Xiaolong stood up leisurely and said slowly. "You haven't read the words I wrote yet."

Huang Xiaolong's words focused everyone's attention on him.

"Young man, just kidding, you have to know how to stop at the right time..." Mr. Jin looked at Huang Xiaolong coldly, "The old man has been immersed in his life, but he has never seen anyone write any good words in three minutes. Calligraphy is a profound art, to cultivate one's own character... You are too impatient... It's better not to read your words."

"Huang Xiaolong, what occasion is this? Are you talking? Something embarrassing!" Chen Zihuan took the opportunity to say ignorantly.

"Mr. Jin, you'd better take a look, otherwise you will regret it." Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

"Old man, it will take a few minutes to read one more piece of calligraphy. You might as well take a look." At this time, Ying Aoshan laughed.

"This..." Mr. Jin was suffocated. Although he was extremely disgusted with the young man Huang Xiaolong, he had to give Ying Aoshan a face.

"Okay." Old Master Jin nodded, and then said to a servant beside him. "Go and take the young man's words and I'll take a look."

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!