Jiang Songyun continued: "Ouyang Huazai's calligraphy is like the wind and grass, majestic. When he writes, he has a wind-like artistic conception, and he also has the style of a master. So I think this competition is a draw!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar again!
Those present are not fools, the laymen are villagers, but the people in the Calligraphy Association are not laymen! Comparing the characters of Fangzheng and Ouyang Fenghua, you can see that the character of Fangzheng is obviously better!
But looking at Ouyang Huazai, everyone understood that this was Jiang Songyun trying to save face for Ouyang Huazai. Otherwise, Ouyang Huazai would lose face this time to a little-known monk.
But Wu Changxi quit: "Jiang Songyun, where do you have the nerve to say this? Ouyang Huazai, do you have the nerve to say it's a draw?"
Jiang Songyun frowned and said, "Wu Changxi, what else do you want to do? Don't you just want a name? You're not satisfied with a draw with Ouyang Huazai?"
"Satisfied? Bah! I feel ashamed for you!" Wu Changxi said.
Jiang Songyun's old face was ashen and he was about to get angry.
But Ouyang Fenghua said: "Dad, is your calligraphy really not as good as the little monk's?"
Ouyang Huazai looked at Fang Zheng, who smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."
"This is a real master. My words are not as good as his." After saying that, Ouyang Huazai's usually tense face suddenly melted and said: "I have always thought of myself as extraordinary, but today I realized that I am just a frog in the well! The master's I have never seen the font, but the artistic conception in this word has only been seen in the hands of the older generation of masters. Today I lost, and I am convinced that I lost! Master, I apologize to you for my rudeness before, go back I will publish a separate Weibo post later to formally apologize to you."
Ouyang Fenghua said in shock: "Oh my god, Dad, you actually lost?" Then he looked at Fang Zheng and said in disbelief: "Little... Master, did you start practicing calligraphy from your mother's womb? Also, didn't you say that you don't know how to calligraphy?" Do you know calligraphy? Didn't you say you can't use a brush? You lied to me about your feelings! Didn't you say that a monk can't lie? "
Fang Zheng smiled helplessly and said: "Donor, this is indeed the first time for poor monk to use a writing brush. As for calligraphy? How about poor monk's calligraphy, poor monk doesn't know. But poor monk has seen really good calligraphy, poor monk's handwriting Compared with it, there is a huge difference! In this case, how can a poor monk have the nerve to say that he can calligraphy? "
Ouyang Fenghua did not speak, but Ouyang Huazai exclaimed: "Master, have you ever seen a better word?"
Fang Zheng nodded: "Monks don't lie."
Ouyang Huazai asked: "The characters that the master has seen are the fonts written by the master? What is the name of this font? And can I have a look at the characters below?"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly in his heart and thought? He didn’t even know where to look! How to show it to Ouyang Huazai
So Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "This word is called Dragon Buddha Document. It is a word created by my Buddha when he saw the dragon flying in the sky. This word has only been known to the poor monk once, and the donor may be disappointed."
Ouyang Fenghua asked in disbelief: "Little Master, how is this possible? Since you have seen that word, you should keep it, right? How could it be a one-time relationship?"
"What little master? Call me master!" Ouyang Huazai scolded.
Ouyang Fenghua pouted and said, "He is obviously just a little... master..."
"Those who are successful come first, how can you judge someone by their age?" Ouyang Huazai scolded with a straight face.
Ouyang Fenghua reluctantly shouted: "Master..."
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and returned the courtesy. As for Ouyang Fenghua's question, he just shook his head and said nothing. He didn't want to lie to avoid being struck by lightning.
Hearing this, Ouyang Huazai looked disappointed and saluted: "Since the master refuses to say it, I won't force it." After saying that, he looked at Jiang Songyun, whose face was ashen, and said with a wry smile: "What I just wanted to say. Yes, I am sentenced to lose. But Brother Jiang... ugh."
After saying that, Ouyang Huazai took out a bank card and handed it to Jiang Songyun: "This contains most of my savings, including one million. The password is 959542."
After saying that, Ouyang Huazai took Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin's hands and went down the mountain.
Ouyang Huazai left, and everyone knew that this farce was finally over.
Song Ergou said angrily: "The real owner has admitted defeat, Old Man Jiang, why don't you admit it?"
Jiang Songyun snorted coldly, threw the bank card to Wu Changxi, and said, "You won! You are satisfied this time! Can't you give others some room?"
After saying that, Jiang Songyun strode away quickly.
When they got down the mountain, Jiang Songyun cursed directly: "Who deflated my tire?!..."
Seeing this, people from other calligraphy associations also dispersed. Especially the members of the Calligraphy Association in Songwu County could no longer stand the cold and hurried down the mountain.
"Ah! What did you do before? Why didn't you think about leaving some room for the master before? You need room when you suffer a loss, what the hell!" The fat man looked at Jiang Songyun's back and cursed.
"Master, are you lucky enough to be able to learn this Dragon Buddha text?" At this time, Sun Xianying came to Fangzheng and asked a little embarrassedly.
"Hey, Senior Sun, are you too polite to say this? I don't know who helped Jiang Songyun praise Ouyang Huazai just now, and also deliberately blew the whistle." The fat man mocked.
Sun Changying's face turned red, and she bowed to Fang Zheng and said, "I was indeed wrong just now. Please don't take offense, Master."
Fangzheng returned the courtesy and said: "You are too polite, old man. How can a poor monk teach others if he is not good at learning? Please don't embarrass the poor monk." But he said in his heart: The food on the mountain is a bit nervous to eat alone. Why don't you come here again? , wouldn’t it mean that Sajia would starve to death? What's more, the Sa family holds grudges!
Sun Changying had no choice but to say goodbye and left, but she was a little unwilling in her heart.
These people have all gone down the mountain, and Wang Yougui, the village chief, has naturally followed them down to take care of them. Although these people are not good, they still have to count on whether the village can become famous.
The other villagers looked at Fang Zhengze with admiration, praised him one after another, and then dispersed.
When these people dispersed, Fatty, Monkey, and Wu Changxi immediately came up to them and said with a smile: "Master, congratulations!"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "How happy are these donors? This competition must not happen again in the future."
This was what Fang Zheng was thinking. After these people arrived, the temple became noisy and noisy, which was really tiring. Moreover, he is really not good at dealing with people. When there are many people, he gets a little confused.
Wu Changxi was also rushing to the shelves this time. He didn't say hello to Fang Zheng before and after the incident, but he was relieved when he saw that Fang Zheng didn't mean to be angry. I promise again and again that there will never be a second time in the future!
After finishing speaking, Wu Changxi said: "Master, there is a bet for this competition. We won one million bets. But Master is the main force, so we want to split..."
(End of chapter)