After saying that, Ouyang Huazai took a deep breath and calmed down instantly. Then he picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, threw away his arms, and started writing with a swish of a swish. The words were like a strong wind blowing the grass, which was exactly the wild cursive in the cursive script. ! As soon as the words came out, the people watching the excitement immediately fell silent. They looked at Ouyang Huazai's words with full attention, as if their souls were sucked away by those words.
The fat man and the monkey also came over, but neither of them knew calligraphy. However, looking at Ouyang Huazai's calligraphy, there was a sense of insolence as if a strong wind of level 12 was blowing and the grass was dancing in the wind. That feeling was extremely real! The two looked at each other. Even if they didn't understand calligraphy, they knew that this calligraphy must be awesome!
However, the fat man still said something out of conscience: "What the hell? It's written like a cockroach crawling, and you can't read the words at all, okay..."
"Friend, this is a calligraphy competition. Please keep silent and don't disturb the contestants." Jiang Songyun immediately scolded.
The fat man's eyes widened, and he was about to step forward to argue, but was stopped by the monkey. Wu Changxi also whispered a few words: "This is the rule, stop making trouble. If you want to help the master, just be quiet."
The fat man just shut up. He glanced at Fang Zheng and was dumbfounded. He saw Fang Zheng actually taking out his mobile phone and playing with it! No writing at all! On the table, the writing brush is still lying there, with the cap still on. As for the ink? Not even moving!
"Holy shit, what are you doing, Master? Playing on your phone during competition time? I'm going to choke you. Are you giving up, Master?" the fat man shouted subconsciously.
This voice startled everyone, and they subconsciously looked at Fang Zheng.
However, Jiang Songyun angrily scolded: "My friend, if you yell and scream again, don't blame me for driving you out!"
The fat man knew that he was in the wrong and kept silent.
Jiang Songyun glanced at Ouyang Huazai, and saw that Ouyang Huazai looked crazy, his eyes were red, as if his whole person was in a state of madness, and he didn't hear the fat man's cry at all! The words are like a strong wind, appearing on the paper quickly. Each word is really great!
Seeing this, Sun Xianying, the president of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association, could not help but admire: "As expected of you all! I can't move when the wind and thunder are moving! I only wrote a dozen or so words before I entered the state, and the herringbone momentum merged together. , such a good word is worthy of everyone!"
Jiang Songyun also sighed: "Mr. Ouyang's calligraphy is indeed good, and it is better than before! Unfortunately, Mr. Ouyang rarely writes and shows it for everyone to appreciate these years. If Wu Changxi hadn't made such a fuss this time, I wouldn't know him. The calligraphy has reached the level of a national master! Haha, it seems that this time, I made the right decision to promote this competition. Next time, in the National Calligraphy Competition, our Montenegro City will have a hard time. "
Sun Changying nodded repeatedly and said: "Indeed, our Heishan City will definitely shine in this national calligraphy competition!"
Jiang Songyun nodded along, smiling so hard that he could hardly close his mouth. He glanced at Fang Zheng, shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know what the hell this monk is doing. He is playing on his mobile phone during game time. He is not playing. It seems that he is serious." give up."
Sun Changying said: "What kind of ability can a grandstanding person have? That's all. I am lucky enough to see Mr. Ouyang with such good calligraphy today, and the trip was not in vain. This can be regarded as his merit."
Jiang Songyun nodded and said, "That's true. If he hadn't been fooling around, we wouldn't have been so lucky to see such a feast of words."
Others also noticed this and were talking about it.
"Hey, this little monk can't write, so why is he playing with his mobile phone?"
"Haha, I guess I knew I was not as good as Mr. Ouyang, so I took the initiative to admit defeat."
"Mr. Ouyang's calligraphy is like a stroke of genius, so beautiful and so grand! Is this calligraphy at the level of a national master?"
"With such good calligraphy, I would have given up if it were me. This little monk is also smart. He knows that his own handwriting looks like shit when compared with Mr. Ouyang's handwriting, so he simply doesn't write it. This is called, there is no comparison. , there will be no harm!”
"Yeah, if you don't write it, you can still save some face. If you do write it, compare it, hehe..."
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Ouyang Fenghua heard everyone talking and glanced at Fang Zheng secretly. Sure enough, he saw Fang Zheng playing with his mobile phone. He shook his head slightly and said to himself: "I thought this little monk was quite fun and would be a little different. Now it seems, He's just a disciple with nothing but appearances. It's a pity that he has such a good skin and his mind is stained by the Buddha. How can he become a monk?"
Jing Yan also frowned and looked at Fang Zheng. Chen Jing beside her said in a low voice: "This monk is really good. He plays with his mobile phone during competition time. He doesn't even have the courage to compete. He is a waste."
Jing Yan nodded for the first time in agreement with Chen Jing's words and said: "Yeah, it's a pity that he is so skinny. I thought he could be different, but now it seems that he only has some skills and just wants to do some gimmicks." He's just a famous bastard! Want to become famous through us? I'll make him famous when he gets back!"
After Jing Yan finished speaking, she was already thinking about how to infinitely magnify the dark side of the temple! She wants to make this temple stink to the very end!
The villagers couldn't read, but they also knew that Ouyang Fenghua's handwriting was beautiful, and Fang Zheng was playing with his mobile phone carelessly, so something was obviously wrong. Even though outsiders are big shots, everyone should take a high look at them. However, Fangzheng is a child from his own village, and now that he is going to suffer a loss, naturally everyone is very anxious.
Wang Yougui was even more like this. After watching for a long time, he couldn't help it anymore. He rushed over with a long stride and said angrily: "Fang Zheng, what are you doing? There's a competition! Don't you know? Are you still in the mood to play with your mobile phone? Even your words If it doesn’t look good, then you have to write it! A manly man can afford to lose, but he can’t hide or escape! What the hell is this even if you run away when you encounter difficulties?!”
Fang Zheng was shocked, he escaped? He avoids fighting? What is this
"Uncle Wang, I didn't avoid the battle." Fang Zheng explained.
"You're not avoiding the fight. What are you playing with your phone here? Give me your phone and I'll give it back to you after the competition." Wang Yougui pretended to grab the phone.
Fang Zheng quickly dodged and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Wang, don't just follow me around. I have a mobile phone, which is of course useful."
"What's the use of a mobile phone in the writing competition?" Wang Yougui shouted.
"Haha, maybe the master wants to find a better-looking calligraphy and copy it." The big-faced man next to him shouted angrily.
"Okay, stop talking if you don't even have half of your pants. The wind is so strong, aren't your balls cold?" Song Ergou immediately came to kill him, and with just one sentence, his face was so big that he almost touched the guy and started to fuck Song Ergou. . But when he saw Song Ergou's second-rate temperament, he immediately gave up and said to himself: "I am a scholar, and I cannot use force with rough people. It is an insult to gentleness..."
(End of chapter)