They had almost used up all the gold they had on them.
"I have a jade pendant that I always wear. It's worth five hundred gold taels. If I want to bet with you, I'll lower the price to four hundred gold taels."
"I also have a jade fan here. It's worth six hundred gold taels. How about you lower the price to four hundred gold taels?
The two domineering young masters shouted. They looked like they wouldn't give up until the other side agreed to the bet.
Lan Jiaoye rolled her eyes and snorted, "I've seen people looking for death, but I've never seen people looking for death like this. Say it, what do you want to bet?"
"Let's bet on calligraphy."
The two young masters shouted.
Lan Jiaoye immediately shook Xiao Yang's hand and acted like a spoiled child, "Cousin, look. They're bullying us at our door. Why don't we teach them a lesson and let them learn how to behave?"
Gu Qianqian smiled reservedly. She extended her delicate jade hand and covered her cherry lips. She also advised, "In my opinion, Xiao Yang, big brother, you should listen to Jiaoye."
Xiao Yang was speechless.
In his previous life, he was the Eternal Poison Venerable. Now, he was playing with a few ordinary people. It was a bit awkward. It was like betting with an ant.
He was somewhat reluctant. His gaze swept over the jade pendant and fan on the two people's bodies. Those two items were nothing more than inferior semi-finished Dharma treasures. They couldn't even be considered Dharma treasures, so he didn't care about them at all.
However, Lan Jiaoye and Gu Qianqian were pestering him. Xiao Yang could only comply with their wishes. He helplessly said, "Okay, I agree."
"Oh yeah, we knew that cousin is the best."
Lan Jiaoye excitedly jumped up. Her expression was so happy. Xiao Yang looked at her and couldn't help but smile.
"You guys follow me."
The scholarly young master and the gentle young master shouted. They then turned around and led them away.
After squeezing through the dense crowd, they walked for a while and arrived at the calligraphy area.
Here, many people were already writing.
These people handed the written words to the host and listened to the host's comments. Then, according to the host's evaluation, they went to receive the corresponding prizes according to the level.
"It's here. Also, I want to tell you more. It's to see whose handwriting is better. The higher the level, the better the prize."
The young master explained to Xiao Yang, Lan Jiao, and Ye Gu Qianqian before continuing, "We're competing to see whose calligraphy is of a higher level. If there are no other questions, I'll go first."
The gentle young master smiled and walked to one of the empty tables. He picked up a brush from the table and began to write on the blank paper.
After a while, he put down the brush in his hand and picked up the paper from the table with both hands. A smile appeared on his face, and he looked very satisfied. He then turned around and glanced at Xiao Yang who was not far away. He could not help but smile contemptuously and muttered to himself, "Let's see if you lose this time."
He smiled and walked to the front of the host. He said respectfully, "Sir, please guide me."
The host glanced at the gentle young master and shifted his gaze from him to the words he wrote. His eyes could not help but light up.
He saw that the words were vigorous and powerful. It was unique and could be regarded as an A-level.
A-level was the highest level here.
"Well, not bad, an A-level."
The host praised him.
"Hehe."
Hearing the host's praise, the gentle young master could not help but laugh. He said modestly, "Thank you, sir. I still need to study hard and improve."
"Well, not bad. Modesty makes people improve. Go and receive the prizes you like."
The host was even more satisfied with the gentle young master.
When the elegant young master saw that, he could not help but feel envious and jealous. He could not help but want to fight. He glanced at Xiao Yang and said, "I'm going too."
He also walked to one of the empty tables. After flattening the paper, he picked up the brush and began to write seriously. He was very meticulous and serious, stroke by stroke.
What he wrote was not cursive, so it could not be as flamboyant as the gentle young master. He wrote properly and neatly. Every stroke was crisp and powerful.
It took him a full minute to finish. After he finished writing, he put down the brush in his hand and carefully picked up his paper. He glanced at his work and smiled with satisfaction. Then he walked to the front of the host and greeted him respectfully, "Sir, please guide me."
"Well, not bad. The words are good. A-level. Go and choose the gifts you like."
The host said with a smile. He was very satisfied with the words of the two young masters, and the smile on his face increased a lot.
"Thank you, sir."
The elegant young master walked away with a smile. They did not care about the prizes. What they cared about was the bet with Xiao Yang.
As long as they beat Xiao Yang, they could wash away the shame and regain the face they lost before.
The two of them did not go to receive the prizes. Instead, they walked to Xiao Yang and looked down at Xiao Yang with arrogant eyes. They laughed and said, "Brother, now it's your turn. Don't let us down."
A-level calligraphy was not easy to achieve. Being able to achieve A-level calligraphy was enough to be proud.
"Cousin."
Lan Jiaoye frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Yang with worry.
Although she was the daughter of a noble family and the daughter of the Lan family, her mind was not focused on studying. Therefore, she knew little about music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She could not help but worry about Xiao Yang.
Gu Qianqian knew a little more about this. The more she knew, the more worried she was.
"Don't worry."
Xiao Yang comforted them and then walked up calmly.
He also chose one of the empty tables, ground the ink, spread the paper, and then picked up the brush to write.
He only drew a single stroke, a simple word. The two young masters were watching from the side because they wanted to see what Xiao Yang had written. They were very curious in their hearts. When they saw that Xiao Yang had only drawn a single stroke, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"If you don't understand calligraphy, then you don't understand calligraphy. How can a single stroke completely reflect your foundation and potential?"
"That's right. In my opinion, the riddle he guessed was purely a blind guess. The best way to reflect a person's culture and foundation is calligraphy."
"This scholar, you should prepare to admit defeat. Otherwise, you will be laughed at by the mister."
The scholarly young master and the gentle young master were teasing Xiao Yang. They looked down on Xiao Yang's calligraphy. They also believed that the host would not be interested in Xiao Yang's calligraphy. The host was a famous calligraphy master in the area and was the teacher of many people. Therefore, he was called mister.
The host's vision was very high and his attainments in calligraphy were unimaginable. How could he be interested in Xiao Yang's calligraphy?
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