Fang Zheng didn't pay attention to the big pie face, but said to Wang Yougui: "Uncle Wang, 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." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info don't check it, what do you want me to write?"

Wang Yougui was stunned, Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin were stunned, Jiang Songyun was stunned, and Sun Xiying was 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!" Sun Yiying sighed, no matter what, the Yizhi Temple belongs to Songwu County, and he also feels ashamed.

Jiang Songyun didn't even have the mood to complain about Fang Zheng, but said sympathetically: "This kid is really ...... That's it, I'm too lazy to say it. ”

Fang Zheng said so, what else could Wang Yougui say, he could only go and wait.

But at this moment, whether it is Wang Yougui, Song Ergou, or other villagers. Even the fat man and the monkey began to wonder if Founder could win. Wu Changxi, who originally firmly believed that Founder would win, was also a little worried, the words that had never been written, compared with the words of Changlian, there was a gap was inevitable.

Ouyang Fenghua 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 the founder again, don't say that I have 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, Wu Changxi was also a little worried, if he lost, one million! He had a feeling of dying, and his heart was even more restless.

Fang Zheng 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, the crystal rice was not eaten in vain, and the Buddhist scriptures were not read 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 his smile. Fang Zheng thought of a finger Zen master, and his heart was warm, but the cynicism of those people outside became unimportant.

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

Everyone saw that Fang Zheng had finally picked up the brush, and he was about to get ready to do it! Suddenly one by one, 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 monk could write.

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

Wu Changxi, who had been restless for a long time, immediately stepped forward and asked, "Master, is that ...... Why don't you write it?"

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

Wu Changxi fainted suddenly, and subconsciously asked, "The master has never written calligraphy before?"

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

Jiang Songyun and the others were even more speechless, the monk in front of them who was blown to the sky by Wu Changxi 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!

Jiang Songyun didn't bother to laugh at Fang Zheng now, but said with some sympathy: "This little monk is really ...... I can't write with a brush, what is it better than?"

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

"Wu Changxi, 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. Besides, whether it is international or domestic, which competition is to write on the snow and decide whose handwriting is better?" Jiang Songyun decisively refused, and Ouyang Huaya had already won in his eyes. The little monk had no chance of winning, and he didn't want to bother making any more moths.

The others also spoke, and Wu Changxi's proposal was immediately suppressed.

"What should I do? Old Wu, it doesn't matter if the master doesn't know how to use a brush, he can't grind 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 put it on, Wu Changxi grabbed the fat man and said, "Have you ever grinded it?"

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." ”

Wu Changxi smiled bitterly: "I'm also a mouthful, and I haven't studied it...... A million, I don't dare to go up. ”

Fang Zheng was also extremely distressed, holding the ink block, not knowing how to start. He heard what Wu Changxi said, and he thought that he could just grind it, but now he can't do it. The Dragon Buddha 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 Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng looked up and was stunned, it turned out to be Jing Yan!

"Little monk, 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. Jing Yan raised her head and said with a bit of arrogance.

"Master, don't let her grind ink, grinding ink is too important! If she has bad intentions, you will definitely lose!" Wu Changxi shouted.