Chapter 1447 Bull Ghosts and Snake Gods

Fangzheng quickly shook his head and said, "I don't dare to do it, I don't like traitors just like everyone else."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"The master is right. In today's society, we don't have that much prejudice against the people of country R. We just have hatred for those war criminals and right-wingers. For ordinary people, they get along more peacefully. But for Traitors, we hate them more than those prisoners in country R."

"The awakening of the great power, there are still people kneeling and crawling. This is sad. It is best not to show up in Huaxia again..."

Everyone sighed with emotion.

Fangzheng nodded after hearing these words. Fangzheng has met many people. In fact, Chinese people are the most tolerant people in the world. Their tradition is never to hate foreigners, but to be warm and hospitable. Huaxia people would rather live by themselves and leave the good to the guests. This is the way of Huaxia hospitality.

This is different from other countries in the West, and it has caused many misunderstandings.

Some people regard hospitality as flattery, but never think that it is just a kind expression of Chinese people. They can accommodate everything, including crimes, but only if you plead guilty.

Just as Fangzheng was thinking, a loud shout suddenly came from a distance: "Good! Good! Great! Good!"

Fangzheng, Honghaier, Wang Daochun and others were also taken aback. Which master is this? So many good voices in exchange? Could it be that many masters came today?

So everyone walked over one after another, and saw a man standing in front of a very, very long table in the crowd. The man had a long beard and was dressed in an ancient costume. He really looked like a master.

But what the master was holding made everyone speechless for a while, a bucket in one hand and a brush in the other, what is going on?

At this moment, the master dipped the brush into the ink and shouted: "Ha!"

Then place the brush heavily on the paper and flick it vigorously!

呲——

A big slit was made in the paper in an instant!

A man next to him hurried up to smooth the paper, and at the same time he did not forget to shout: "Okay!"

The master didn't seem to know, and seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, with his head lowered, with a solemn expression, he stroked all the way to the end of the paper!

Then the master dipped in the ink again, turned back and reapplied the traces that were not clearly drawn just now!

"Good! Good! Great!"

"OK!"

...

The few men watching the fun kept shouting hello in the crowd.

And Fang Zheng was completely dumbfounded... What is this?

Hong Boy scratched his head, raised his head and asked Fangzheng: "Master, what did this guy write?"

Fang Zheng shook his head...

At this time, a man came over and said proudly: "You have nothing to learn, Huaxia calligraphy is extensive and profound! Look at the master's handwriting, it is full of domineering, like a long wall, and like a long-haired sword. I saw the famous ancient military general, Overlord of Western Chu!"

When Fangzheng heard this, he looked embarrassed, but he had to admit that the long object drawn by that guy, whether viewed horizontally or vertically, was indeed the most similar to Yi. But Fangzheng has never heard of it since he was a child. Whoever writes and takes it back to smear, this guy has created a precedent.

When Wang Daochun heard the words, he said angrily, "Is this a shitty word? What word is written like this? Where are you from? We didn't invite you, did we?"

"Who are you? How dare you question the master's words?" Someone immediately jumped out and scolded Wang Daochun angrily.

Wang Daochun was extremely angry, and said: "I am Wang Daochun!"

"I don't care if you belong to Wang Daochun or Wang Daoqiu. We were invited by sponsors with a lot of money. If you want to take advantage of the master's scholarly spirit, you can queue up. If you make trouble, believe it or not, the security guards will drive you out?" A man in a white shirt and glasses yelled.

When Wang Daochun heard this, he was so angry that he blushed, and said, "Okay, I'll ask Mr. Wu to find out what's going on!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Daochun said to Fangzheng: "Master, I made you laugh. Wait a minute, I will contact the sponsor to find out what is going on."

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the almsgiver, go."

Wang Daochun nodded, took his mobile phone, and went out...

"Cut, a poor writer is still pretending to be aggressive. He has no skills, so why pretend to be garlic?" the man with glasses said disdainfully.

"That's right, Master Fan was invited here, who is he?" Another person asked.

...

And the people on Wang Daochun's side are obviously real calligraphers. How have they ever seen such a situation? Someone said angrily: "Wang Daochun didn't even know Wang Daochun when writing calligraphy... Where did these guys come from?"

"What exactly is the sponsor going to do? This is not to promote Chinese calligraphy, this is to suck on Chinese calligraphy!"

"There are so many clowns, this touring exhibition is going to become a show of embarrassment."

"Fortunately, Huang Yu was blocked by the master, otherwise we might lose all face."

"Wait until Wang Daochun asks about the situation, let's talk about it, everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient."

...

Fangzheng also understood, this is a group of masters and a group of ghosts and snakes crammed into one place, I am afraid something will happen today!

At this moment, someone inside shouted again: "Good! Master's words, good!"

"Good! Great!"

"A divine skill!"

...

Fangzheng frowned, and walked over with Honghaier.

In the crowd, six cheongsam women were holding a long piece of rice paper, smiling and looking ahead.

A little old man in white clothes, with a white beard, less than 1.5 meters tall, stood there with his hands behind his back, his head raised slightly, as if he was planning something. He obviously didn't do anything, but people kept shouting yes, like a repeater, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely embarrassing. Some viewers also looked puzzled, but they still took out their mobile phones to take pictures...

Fangzheng's arrival didn't attract anyone's attention, but the little old man suddenly opened his eyes, waved his hand, and shouted, "Here comes the pen!"

Then, a woman in a cheongsam came up with a basin, which was covered with a black cloth, and she didn't know what was in it.

The woman came to the master, bent slightly, and saluted.

There is no way, this master is too tall, and the woman does not bend over, so it is difficult for him to hold the pen...

"Everyone, what Master Liu is going to show you is the calligraphy that crosses the ages, the peerless calligraphy that is the first in the calligraphy world! This calligraphy will definitely leave a strong mark in history, and it will surpass the calligraphy of ordinary people like Wang Xizhi! This is a calligraphy that crosses eras and centuries, and surpasses the limit of human thinking!" A man stepped forward, holding a microphone, and introduced it with excitement on his face, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

When everyone heard this, their curiosity was aroused, and they stretched their necks one by one, waiting to see this cross-age calligraphy.

Then the male host said solemnly: "Now, Master Liu is invited to perform for us his original calligraphy, three-foot shooting!"