Haotian didn't pay attention to the big pie face, but said to Gao Jiagui: "Uncle Gao, I have been in school for a short time, and I have heard of this poem, but I haven't been to school for so many years, and I have long forgotten it." If you don't look it up, what are you asking me to write?"

Gao Jiagui was stunned, Zhuang Rongrong and Yang Kaifen were stunned, Zhao Zhengpeng was stunned, and more than half of He Xuewen's people present were stunned......

When everyone heard this, they were collectively dumbfounded, and then coaxed the fryer!

"This guy doesn't even know how to recite Nu Jiao and Chibi Nostalgia? haha...... How many days has he been studying?"

"I haven't read the book clearly, and I still want to pretend to be a writer......?

"You still want to pretend to be a great calligrapher?haha...... This also lowers the barrier to entry for us calligraphers, isn't it? ”

"This ...... What a farce!Shame!" He Xuewen sighed, no matter what, the Heavenly Daoist Temple also belongs to Yongping County, Haotian is ashamed, and he also feels ashamed.

Zhao Zhengpeng didn't even feel the mood to complain about Haotian, but said sympathetically: "This kid is really ...... That's it, I'm too lazy to say it. ”

Haotian said so, what else could Gao Jiagui say, he could only go and wait.

But at this moment, whether it is Gao Jiagui, Zhu Erdan, or other villagers. Even the fat man and the monkey began to wonder if Haotian could win. Ma Hai, who originally firmly believed that Haotian would win, was also a little worried, and it was inevitable that there would be a gap between the words that had never been written and the words that had been practiced for a long time.

Zhuang Mingjiang has practiced calligraphy for many years, and "Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgia" is a famous work, and I don't know how many times I have written it.

Look at Haotian again, don't say I've written it, I haven't even read it a few times! In this case, even if the foundation is good, points will be deducted.

In such a comparison, Ma Hai was also a little worried, if he lost, a million! He had a feeling of dying, and his heart was even more restless.

Haotian carefully looked at all the verses of the word card, memorized them, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He found that he had memorized it all at once!

"Good guy, sure enough, my understanding has increased greatly! Hehe, it seems that the spiritual rice has not been eaten in vain, the Taoist cultivation has not been in vain, and the Buddhist scriptures have not been recited in vain, okay! If there was such a thing back then, the results would not have beaten the whole county, and the old man's teeth would have fallen out with laughter. Haotian thought of the old way, and his heart was warm, but the cynicism of those people outside became unimportant.

Picking up the brush, Haotian was stunned again, he can use the brush, but how to grind the ink?

Everyone saw that Haotian had finally picked up the brush, and he was about to start drying! Suddenly one by one came to the spirit, whether they wanted to watch the play or had a little hope, they all stretched their necks, waiting to see what kind of ghost painting the little Taoist priest could write.

As a result, Haotian was holding a brush and was in a daze, and everyone was stunned again, what kind of moth is this guy going to make?

Ma Hai, who had been fidgeting for a long time, immediately stepped forward and asked, "Dao Chief, is that ...... Why don't you write it?"

Haotian smiled bitterly: "This ...... How do you grind the ink?"

Ma Hai suddenly fainted, and subconsciously asked, "The Taoist has never written calligraphy before?"

Haotian said calmly: "To be honest, it's the first time I've seen a brush. ”

Burst!

When the monkey, who had always been relatively calm, heard this, a mouthful of water sprayed directly into a rainbow, and shouted, "What? Master, you haven't used a brush before?"

Seeing Haotian nodding, the monkey's heart suddenly cooled by half! This million was from him! Although one million was not a particularly big number for him, he was also distressed!

Zhao Zhengpeng and the others were even more speechless, the Taoist priest in front of him, who was blown up to the sky by Ma Hai, had never used a brush......! Everyone knows that the brush is not a ballpoint pen, not everyone can take it and write, the priority of the brush determines the thickness of the strokes of the text, and so on...... Whether the text can be written well or not, whether it can use a brush, plays an absolute role!

Zhao Zhengpeng didn't bother to laugh at Haotian now, but said with some sympathy: "This little Taoist priest is really ...... I can't write with a brush, what is it better than?"

Ma Hai had an idea and shouted: "The master is good at writing on the snow, and he can write on the snow!"

"Ma Hai, one writes on the snow and the other writes on paper, so is there still comparability? What is fairness, that is, when the conditions are the same, the winner is divided. Moreover, whether it is international or domestic, which competition is to write on the snow and decide whose handwriting is better?" Zhao Zhengpeng decisively refused, Zhuang Mingjiang had already won in his eyes. This little Taoist priest had no chance of winning at all, and he didn't want to bother making any more moths.

The others also spoke, and Ma Hai's proposal was immediately suppressed.

"What should I do? Old horse, the master doesn't know how to use a brush, and he can't polish ink, so it's troublesome. How can you write without ink?" said the monkey.

"What's so hard about grinding ink? I'll go!" The fat man rolled up his sleeves and was about to get on, but Ma Hai grabbed the fat man and said, "Have you ever grinded?"

The fat man rolled his eyes: "In this era, who has nothing to write with a brush, even if they write, they also use ink." I haven't grinded it, but it's not just grinding, and how hard can it be?"

"You...... You are really ignorant and fearless! You are very particular about grinding ink, it is easy to break when the force is great, it is easy to break when the angle is wrong, the words written when there is more water are shallow, and when there is less water, the words are thick. Otherwise, why do you think Ouyang Huazai wants his daughter to sharpen ink instead of letting others sharpen ink? The person who polishes ink must first be proficient, second, he must understand the habits of the writer and know the changes in the depth of the ink, and third, the most important thing must be someone who can be trusted!"

The fat man and the monkey were dumbfounded, so they really didn't dare to go up, the monkey said, "Wu Changxi, you go." ”

Ma Hai smiled bitterly: "I'm also an expert in words, and I haven't studied it...... A million, I don't dare to go up. ”

Haotian was also extremely distressed, holding the ink block, and didn't know how to start. He heard what Ma Hai said, and he thought that he could just grind it, but now he can't do it. Zulong only taught him how to write with various pens, but it didn't teach him how to sharpen ink!

"I'll do it. At this moment, a person came to Haotian.

Haotian looked up and was stunned, it turned out to be Chen Lili!

"Little Taoist, I told you in advance, I don't think I'm optimistic about you. In addition, if you dare to let the wolf bite me, I will remember you for the rest of my life! I didn't come out to help you, but your broken mountain is too cold, and I don't want to play with you. Hurry up and get done, and everything will be fine. So, if you let me grind this ink, it's up to you. Chen Lili raised her head and said with a bit of arrogance.

"Master, don't let her grind the ink, it's too important! if she has bad intentions, you will definitely lose!" Ma Hai shouted.