Song Ergou followed and shouted, "This is already the largest, smoothest, and cleanest table that can be found." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fang Zheng said helplessly: "This, if the poor monk writes, he can do anything." It's a good table......"

"You can do it if you think it's okay, who is that...... Do you think it's okay? No, I didn't change it. Song Ergou shouted.

Ouyang Huazai didn't look at Song Ergou, patted the table, and said to Yang Ping: "It's okay, a few people have worked hard." ”

The table was ready, the people from the village came, and the scene became more lively, but some people were not happy, and that was the people of the Calligraphy Association. Because Song Ergou knew that these people were all from Ouyang Huaya's side, he immediately took the villagers and carried forward his hooligan style and ridiculed him. One will compare the length of pants with this, and the hairstyle will compare with that one, and I will almost scold a group of literati on the street.

And here, Wang Yougui, Tan Juguo, Jiang Songyun and others arranged the competition venue, Cai Fang, Jing Yan and others set up the camera, and a game was held in such a hurry in the ice and snow.

Fang Zheng originally planned to help, but was refused, in Jiang Songyun's words, they did it, everyone can rest assured.

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes, compared to calligraphy, how could he cheat?

Fang Zheng was also happy to be idle, just watching from the side.

As a result, a little girl came over, looked at Fang Zheng curiously, and asked, "You really know how to write?"

Fang Zheng looked at the little girl, nodded and said, "Amitabha, donor, the poor monk can't write." ”

"Uh...... Then, then you still compare calligraphy with my father?" The little girl was Ouyang Fenghua, looking at Fang Zheng in a daze.

Fang Zheng was stunned, he didn't expect this girl to be the daughter of his opponent, but one yard counts as one yard, and he didn't say hello to Ouyang Fenghua, but smiled indifferently: "The poor monk's words are too ugly, I'm really embarrassed to take it out and say that I can write." ”

Fang Zheng said this very calmly, he had seen the real dragon Buddha documents, that is the Buddha's calligraphy, that kind of majestic feeling, that is called shock! His words are not as good as a piece of compared to the Buddha's.

Ouyang Fenghua saw that Fang Zheng said so calmly, and really believed it, shook his head slightly and said, "Your handwriting is so poor, why are you embarrassed to hype?" Hey...... To be honest, I'm not optimistic about you. My dad is a well-known calligrapher in the city, and he has won first place in several calligraphy competitions in the city! There are hundreds of students......

Ouyang Fenghua muttered a lot of things about Ouyang Fenghua's calligraphy as if pouring beans, and Fang Zheng listened with a smile the whole time.

He doesn't know if he can win or not, but he just wants to have fun, how boring it is in this big winter! As for winning or losing? It is good to win, and it is good to have a reputation. It doesn't matter if he loses, he is a great calligrapher, he is a nameless little monk, who will laugh at him? Even if he is a joke, Fang Zheng does not know. Could it be that the other party will run to the gate of the temple and scold him?

Ouyang Fenghua said it was cool, and a calligrapher from the Black Mountain Writers Association came over and said, "Fenghua, don't tell him." Can a monk in a small temple understand what calligraphy is? If he wins, I'll eat the table!"

Fang Zheng glanced at this person, this person is not tall, about 1.7 meters, his appearance is average, but he has a sense of arrogance. This arrogance is not only for Fangzheng, but even when looking at the people of the Songwu County Writers' Association, he also carries it. Obviously, he doesn't look down on people in small places at all, this is a high-minded and arrogant master with his own passive skills of mockery.

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and didn't say anything, but he remembered this person's words.

Ouyang Fenghua smiled and said: "Liang Yukuan, you said this yourself, don't regret it when the time comes." ”

"Manly man, do what you say!" Liang Yukuan said confidently, and then the other party said rightly: "Little monk, if I were you, I would close the door and not participate in this game." Although he has a bad reputation for skipping the game, it is better than losing. ”

The mud bodhisattva still has three points of anger, let alone a young man with strong blood? Fang Zheng smiled slightly: "There is no need for the donor to worry, the donor should prepare some stomach and digestion tablets." ”

"I'm in good stomach, what do you want to do with that?" Liang Yukuan didn't react, and asked rhetorically.

Fang Zheng smiled and said nothing, but Ouyang Fenghua laughed and pulled Liang Yukuan away.

Soon, the competition was about to end, and Jiang Songyun, as the president of the Black Mountain Calligraphy Association, was naturally qualified to be a referee. Sun Yiying, as an old-timer and the president of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association, is also qualified to be a referee.

As for the others, it's all about watching the fun.

For such a referee system, Fang Zheng does not matter. Although the fat man has objections, it is useless. There is a specialization in the art industry, and no one else can be this referee.

While speaking, Fang Zheng and Ouyang Huazai were both brought to the table, and sure enough, the rice paper had been spread out on the table, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had been placed.

On Ouyang Huaya's side, Cui Jin was in charge of grinding the ink, and Ouyang Huaya stood proudly with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, as if there was no one in his eyes but himself.

Seeing this scene, many people nodded secretly, and said: "It is worthy of being a calligraphy master in the city, this move, this bearing, is really extraordinary." It's quite a bit, and the feeling of being cold in the heights. ”

"It's too cold to be high, we can't say that, after all, there are better masters than Mr. Ouyang wrote. But here, no one can beat it, it's true. ”

"Hehe, I just want to know if the little monk will have the courage to continue writing after seeing Mr. Ouyang's words for a while. ”

"It is estimated that if Mr. Ouyang falls, he will have to admit defeat. ”

……

Everyone said that they were muttering, but in fact, the voice was not small, Fang Zheng and Ouyang Huazai both heard it clearly, it stands to reason that writing calligraphy is taboo and noisy. But Jiang Songyun, the referee, did not mean to stop it, but looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard it. Sun Yiying frowned, wanted to speak several times, and finally didn't say anything.

It's not that Fang Zheng doesn't know calligraphy, and when he saw this scene, his heart was slightly cold: "A small calligraphy competition, these people can't be treated fairly, such a state of mind, if you can come out of the master, you will have a ghost." No wonder Huaxia has no master, his heart is sick, he is really sick!"

However, Fang Zheng was not affected, there was no gain or loss, naturally there was no pressure, standing there quietly, quietly waiting for the competition to start.

Fang Zheng has a moon-white monk's robe on his body, the moon-white monk's robe can amplify his own good mentality and temperament, his heart is peaceful, and the temperament exuded by the whole person standing there is also completely different from Ouyang Huazai!

Ouyang Huazai is sharp, and Fangzheng is neutral and peaceful, anyone who sees him will subconsciously be in a peaceful state of mind, and there is a kind of comfort and calm from the heart.