The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Chapter 82: The master's calligraphy is picturesque [Please collect]

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Jing Yan glanced at Wu Changxi with disdain, then looked at Fang Zheng provocatively and said, "Little monk, do you dare?"

Chen Jing looked at this scene and laughed secretly in his heart: "Jing Yan did a great job. If he messes up casually, this monk will definitely lose, haha... By then, it will really become a joke! Dare you let a wolf bite me? I Let you be ruined!"

Jiang Songyun, Cui Jin, Ouyang Fenghua and everyone else looked at Fang Zheng nervously, but no one thought that Fang Zheng would let Jing Yan grind her ink. After all, the matter was too involved.

However…

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together, smiled calmly and said, "Then there will be a donor."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar!

"Is this monk crazy?"

"this… "

Jing Yan was also stunned. She came out with no intention of helping Fang Zheng grind ink. She just took the opportunity to provoke him. She would not believe that Fang Zheng dared to use her to grind ink.

In the end, Fang Zheng actually agreed! She was caught off guard by the promise!

Little did she know that Fang Zheng was acting helplessly, and no one else except Jing Yan could help at all. Therefore, he could only treat a dead horse as a doctor, and Fang Zheng didn't think that Jing Yan would openly cheat him in front of so many people. That way it wouldn't be Fang Zheng who was embarrassed, but Jing Yan. With the arrogant temper of this eldest lady, Jing Yan, I am afraid she would be reluctant to lose this person.

Jing Yan stared at Fang Zheng, and seeing that Fang Zheng was really willing to let her polish the ink, she glared at Fang Zheng in displeasure, then lowered her head to polish the ink.

She put a little water into it and started rubbing it gently. The ink stick was turning smoothly in her hand, and the water soon turned black...

At the same time, there was an exclamation from the other side!

"Good words!"

"Mr. Ouyang, your handwriting is really good! It's so beautiful!"

"Perfect!"

"pretty!"

Jing Yan frowned and looked over subconsciously. She saw that Ouyang Huazai had finished writing. He put down the brush and the rice paper was picked up by Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin and was showing it! The words on it are like wild wind and grass, but they also have a crazy and grand artistic conception, which is even more ancient! When people take one look at it, they will subconsciously read the poems, and their hearts will surge with endless longing for the great ancient times, and their blood will surge! What a great calligraphy!

Jiang Songyun slapped the table and stood up, shouting: "Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy! Haha... Congratulations to Mr. Ouyang for making further progress. He will definitely shine at this year's National Calligraphy Conference!"

"Thank you for your good words, President Jiang." Ouyang Huazai was not polite and directly accepted Jiang Songyun's compliments. Obviously, he had absolute confidence in his handwriting! As for Founder? Ouyang Huazai didn't even look at Fang Zheng from beginning to end. He was so arrogant that he didn't regard Fang Zheng as a competitor at all. In this battle, the moment he finished writing, he had an absolutely confident result. He would definitely win!

Not only Ouyang Huazai, but also people from the Calligraphy Association such as Jiang Songyun, Sun Xianying and others think so.

But someone was unhappy, and the fat man shouted: "Shut up, everyone!"

"Friend, what are you doing?" Jiang Songyun asked with a bit of displeasure.

The fat man sneered: "What are you doing? I don't know who said it just now. You are not allowed to make loud noises during the competition time. It will affect the competition of the contestants! What? What you just said became nonsense?"

The monkey immediately added; "The point is, you can still suck back the farts that come out of your mouth. This is your real ability! I admire you!"

Jiang Songyun's old face suddenly turned red. He just opened his mouth to reprimand, but now that he was reprimanded back, he suddenly became speechless and speechless.

At this time, he said with a big face: "Tch! Mr. Ouyang writes, that is art! This monk can't even use a brush, so why write? What's the use of being quiet? Do you think he can still win?"

As soon as these words came out, Monkey and Fatty obviously lost confidence, and they didn't think Fang Zheng still had a chance to win.

Seeing this, the big-faced man said proudly: "So, if you really want to lose face, let this monk leave quickly. I didn't write it, so it's not a shame... "

The fat man and the monkey were unconvinced. At that time, what they said seemed reasonable, and they didn't know how to refute it.

After Jing Yan glanced at it, she shook her head slightly. She became less and less optimistic about the monk in front of her. I couldn't help but ask: "Little monk, Mr. Ouyang's calligraphy is very popular. After a few years of training, he will definitely become a national master. Do you still want to compete in this competition? With all due respect, you have absolutely no ability." The hope of winning...huh!?"

When Jing Yan looked at Fang Zheng, she was stunned. Fang Heng, who had been looking at her gently, suddenly became clear and clear, like a pool of clear water! Coupled with the white moon-white monk robes, white skin, smooth bald head, and the white snow scenery around him, the whole person exudes an inexplicable sacred aura!

Over there, the big-faced guy was still flattering Ouyang Huazai. Jiang Songyun was pulling Sun Xianying to praise Ouyang Huazai's handwriting. The villagers couldn't understand. Seeing everyone talking bad about Founder, everyone felt bad, no matter what. After all, Fangzheng is also a member of his own family! As a result, many villagers began to quarrel with people from these calligraphy associations, and the fights between the two sides were extremely lively. As for the changes on Fang Zheng's side, no one paid attention.

Only Monkey, Fatty, and Wu Changxi, who had been staring closely at Fang Zheng, noticed the changes in Fang Zheng. Seeing that Fang Zheng suddenly became extremely clear, the three of them felt excited at the same time. Although they didn't know how to read, Fang Zheng's feeling gave the three of them a sense of hope!

At this moment, Fang Zheng moved, and the brush fell, stained with Jing Yanmo's ink, and the next moment the brush fell!

At that moment, Monkey, Fatty, Wu Changxi and Jing Yan seemed to see a bolt of lightning falling from the sky, and there was a bang! The scene in front of me is broken...

The great river goes eastward, the waves are gone, and the romantic figures of the ages...

Rumble…

The void exploded, and the water of the Yangtze River seemed to come from the sky, penetrating the heaven and the earth. In the rumbling sound of the river water, I could vaguely see the heroes of the Three Kingdoms period!

On the west side of the fortress, the way of humanity is, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms, Chibi!

Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up!

The scene in front of several people changed again. There was an extra person on the bank of the Yangtze River. He was wearing a feather fan and a turban, and he looked heroic. While talking and laughing, rocks were flying, the waves were furious, and the waves were boiling like white snow!

Weapons appeared, warships appeared, rockets soared into the sky, dyeing the heaven and earth red, setting the Yangtze River on fire...

With the sound of flames, shouts of killing, and the sound of weapons clashing, endless figures of heroes flashed before our eyes! Several people felt their blood boiling all over their bodies, and their eyes turned red unconsciously!

However, in the end, all these passionate scenes were covered by the rumbling sound of the Yangtze River, and eventually turned into nothingness and disappeared into the long river of history.

But the shock, regret, and sigh in my heart linger for a long time. I have all kinds of sadness in my heart, but I can't express it clearly! There is also a sense of loss, the loss of the world's heroes...

"Amitabha!"

(End of chapter)