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Chapter 139 141: A Heavy Responsibility

Good things are always short-lived. After all, in this secular world, there are many things to do.

Although the two were reluctant to part, they finally parted.

After sending Xia Bing back to school, Mo Nanbei took Mo Donger, who was awake, to participate in the afternoon competition.

There is no doubt that Mo Donger entered the final group of 50 people. She is confident because she has this ability.

The calligraphy levels are so similar that it is difficult to distinguish, but it is easy to distinguish the levels. At a glance, you can clearly see which one is better and which one is worse. This is a sensory thing.

The candidates for the finals are announced one by one during the competition, so before each quota is released, most of the people's hearts are hanging.However, Mo Donger was not included, because she was the first to enter!

When the teacher who verified the identities of the contestants saw Mo Donger, he admired Mo Donger very much, and even encouraged her a few words. Obviously, her calligraphy skills have been appreciated by many experts.

This girl's calligraphy was cultivated under the teaching of a calligraphy master like Mo Nanbei. At the seventh level, she has already revealed a kind of aura and shown great potential.

Even an old man couldn't help asking: "Little girl, who is the respected teacher?"

In their understanding, the teacher who can teach such a genius disciple is at least a big boss of the Provincial Calligraphy Association, but to their great surprise, the little girl pointed playfully at Mo Nanbei not far away, and said: " He is my teacher, she is our primary school calligraphy teacher and my master!"

Perhaps because of Mo Nanbei's own aura, there was no one around him, so the experts saw Mo Nanbei at a glance.

At first glance, it's too young!

At second glance, it's so temperamental!
At the third glance, he is an elementary school teacher?

Because the exam was coming up soon, the experts stopped holding on to the little girl and let her enter the arena.

When the exam officially started, an old man couldn't help but came to Mo Nanbei and said with a smile, "Young man, are you Mo Donger's teacher?"

Mo Nanbei replied politely: "Yes, old sir! I am Mo Dong'er's primary school calligraphy teacher."

"It's amazing. To be able to teach a student like Mo Dong'er, your calligraphy skills must be very good, right? Have you already reached Level [-]? Can you write a few words for the old man to see?" The old man was very polite. Mo Nanbei couldn't refuse such a tone, after all, the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young has been deeply rooted in his blood.

So, he laughed and said, "Then I'll show my ugliness!"

Naturally, there is no shortage of calligraphy utensils in the calligraphy competition, and there is no shortage of tables and chairs. There are many tables and chairs left in the morning.

Mo Nanbei followed behind the old man to a place far away from the participating children, dipped his brush in the ink, and the floating calligraphy in running script landed on the paper.

The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day!

These two sentences describe the joy when he is proud, expressing Mo Nanbei's joy when he sees his students emerging.

Mo Nanbei's handwriting has now stabilized at the tenth level or even above the tenth level. The spirituality revealed in the words is shocking.If it weren't for the aura not spreading, these words could play a role similar to a formation, and people would feel that kind of deep joy when they saw it.

However, even now, the old man has fallen into a deep obsession, and the fairy air emanating between the lines made him intoxicated unconsciously.

"Old man! Wake up! If you like it, sir, I will give you this word!" Mo Nanbei woke up the old man and said.

"Ah? Good! Give it to me, it's so good! This calligraphy is so good! Old man, I have never written such a spiritual character in my life. It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead. Our calligraphy circle in Tianan City There is a successor! Haha!" Once the old man was happy, he really forgot himself and kept praising North and South, feeling that he could hardly stop!
"Thank you, old man, for your compliment. Then I'll go and wait for my students." Mo Nanbei thought it would be better to stay away from these old men.

"Don't! Young man, what's your name? Are you from the Calligraphy Association?" The little old man obviously didn't want to let Mo Nanbei leave easily, so he stopped him and said.

"My name is Mo Nanbei, and I didn't join the Calligraphy Association. Mr. Miao Jun and Miao once invited me to join the Calligraphy Association, but I don't think it's necessary. I just want to teach a group of students in the primary school and a few apprentices in the village. So , Old Mister, if you want me to join the Calligraphy Association, then don't say so." Mo Nanbei guessed what the old man was thinking and directly refused.

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then said angrily: "So that old boy Miao Jun has discovered you. This old boy is so bad. He didn't even mention it to me when he met such a good young man? According to this old man With your character, I must have asked you for your work a long time ago, right? Really, you don’t know how to share it with me if you have such a good thing."

The old man suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly walked to the table, took the dried ink-stained words in his hand, and continued: "Fortunately, the old man was lucky enough to let me meet you, haha.

Your idea is very good. From Dong'er's level, it can be seen that your teaching level is also very high.The identity of this Calligraphy Association is of no use to you anymore, so be it!

There are still young people like you in the Celestial Dynasty to inherit calligraphy, which makes us old bones very gratified!Well, I won't bother you anymore, young man, you are very good! "

Mo Nanbei couldn't help but smile after watching the little old man happily leave like a child with the few words he wrote down.

These old urchins are the real artists, they don't fight for those fame and wealth, just to find a successor, they will get carried away with joy, this is a real calligrapher!
Mo Nanbei's writing to the little old man was just a small episode. Not long after Mo Nanbei finished writing, Mo Dong'er put down the pen and walked out. She was still the first one and the most confident one.

Those old men took her papers in front of her at the first time, and then they kept nodding their heads in praise.

Even the old man who took away one of Mo Nanbei's works came out and encouraged Mo Donger a few words, asking her to learn from Mo Nanbei and pass on Chinese calligraphy to the future!

Mo Donger politely thanked the grandfathers for their praise, and also promised to inherit calligraphy.

She promised it was very easy, but she didn't know what kind of hopes those old men placed on her, and what a heavy burden was borne on her shoulders.

(End of this chapter)