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

Chen Jing looked at this scene and smiled secretly in his heart: "Jing Yan is doing a beautiful job, if you make trouble casually, this monk will definitely lose, haha...... When the time comes, it will really become a joke! Dare to let the wolf bite me? I will ruin your reputation!"

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However......

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and smiled indifferently: "Then there is a labor almsman." ”

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

"Is this monk crazy?"

"This ......"

Jing Yan was also stunned, she didn't plan to help Fang Zheng grind ink when she came out, she just took the opportunity to provoke her, anyway, she didn't believe that Fang Zheng dared to use her to grind ink.

As a result, Fang Zheng actually agreed! She was caught off guard when she agreed!

How did she know that Fang Zheng was also a helpless move, except for Jing Yan, no one else could help at all. So he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and Fang Zheng doesn't think that Jing Yan will openly cheat him in front of so many people. That would not be a shame for Fangzheng, but a shame for Jing Yan. With Jing Yan's arrogant temper, I'm afraid I am reluctant to lose this person.

Jing Yan stared at Fang Zheng, and saw that Fang Zheng was really willing to let her grind ink, so she glared at Fang Zheng unhappily, and then lowered her head to grind ink.

Entering the water a little, she grinded it gently, and the ink turned smoothly in her hand, and the water soon became jet black......

At the same time, an exclamation sounded on the other side!

"Good word!"

"Mr. Ouyang, really write a good hand!

"Perfect!"

"Beautiful!"

Jing Yan frowned, subconsciously looked over, and saw that Ouyang Huaya had finished writing, put down the brush, and the rice paper was picked up by Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin, and was being displayed! The words on it were like a wild wind and grass, but they had a crazy and atmospheric artistic conception, and they were even more ancient!

Jiang Songyun slapped the case and shouted: "Good word! good word! good word! haha...... Congratulations to Mr. Ouyang for making further progress, and this year's National Calligraphy Conference will surely shine!"

President Xie Jiang said. Ouyang Huazai was not polite, and directly accepted Jiang Songyun's words of praise, obviously, he had absolute confidence in his own words! As for Fangzheng? Ouyang Huazai didn't look at Fang Zheng from beginning to end, he was arrogant, and he didn't regard Fang Zheng as a competitor at all in his bones. In this battle, the moment he finished writing, he already had an absolutely confident result, and he won it!

Not only Ouyang Huaya, but also Jiang Songyun, Sun Yiying, and other people from the calligraphy association also think so.

But some people were not happy, and the fat man shouted, "Shut up!"

"This friend, what are you doing here?" Jiang Songyun asked with a little 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, which will affect the competition of the contestants!

The monkey immediately added, "The point is that the fart that comes out of the mouth can be sucked back, this is the real skill!

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

At this time, the big cake face said: "Cut! Mr. Ouyang writes, that's art! This monk can't even use a brush, what else can he talk about? What's the use of being quiet or not? Do you think he can still win?"

As soon as these words came out, the monkey and the fat man obviously lacked confidence, and they didn't think that Founder still had a chance to win.

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

The fat man and the monkey were not convinced, and by that time what they had said seemed to be reasonable, and they did not know how to refute it.

After Jing Yan glanced at it, she also shook her head slightly, she became more and more disoptimistic about the monk in front of her. couldn't help but ask: "Little monk, Mr. Ouyang's handwriting is quite popular, and if he has been honed for a few years, he will definitely become a national master." With all due respect, you have no hope of winning...... Huh!?"

When Jing Yan looked at Fang Zheng, she was stunned, only to see Fang Heng, who was originally looking at her gently, her eyes suddenly became empty, like a pool of clear water, clear and translucent! With that white moon-white monk's robe, white skin, white bald head, and white snow all around, the whole person exuded an inexplicable divine aura!

Over there, the face of the pie was still patting Ouyang Huazai's ass, Jiang Songyun was pulling Sun Yiying to praise Ouyang Huazai's writing, the villagers couldn't understand it, seeing that everyone was singing about Fangzheng, one by one was not a taste in their hearts, anyway, Fangzheng was also his own family! So, many villagers began to fight with the people of these calligraphy associations, and the fighting on both sides was extremely lively, but as for the changes on Fangzheng's side, no one paid attention to it.

Only the monkey, the fat man, and Wu Changxi, who had been staring at Fang Zheng, noticed the change in Fang Zheng, and seeing that Fang Zheng suddenly became extremely empty, the hearts of the three of them rose at the same time. Although they don't know how to read, this feeling of the founder makes the three of them inexplicably have a trace of expectation!

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

At that moment, the monkey, the fat man, Wu Changxi, and Jing Yan seemed to see a lightning bolt falling from the sky, and with a bang! The scene in front of them shattered......

The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic characters of the ages are ......

Thundered......

The void was shattered, the water of the Yangtze River seemed to come from the sky, running through the heavens and the earth, and in the rumbling sound of the river, I vaguely saw the heroes of the Three Kingdoms period!

To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms!

Rocks pierce the air, waves crash on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up!

……

The scene in front of a few people changed again, there was one more person on the side of the Yangtze River, a lupine scarf, heroic, talking and laughing, the rocks were flying, the waves were angry, and the waves were boiling like snow!

The swords are now, the warships are now, and the rockets are taking off, dyeing the heavens and the earth red, and igniting the Yangtze River......

The sound of flames, shouts of killing, and the sound of weapons colliding, endless heroic figures flashed in front of their eyes! Several people only felt their blood boiling all over their bodies, and their eyes were unconsciously red!

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

But the shock, regret, and sigh in my heart have not gone away for a long time, and there are all kinds of sourness in my heart, but I can't pour them out, and I can't say it clearly! There is also a sense of loss that the heroes of the world have fallen......

"Amitabha!"