Seeing this, a strange smile flashed in Song Ergou's eyes, and he said, "I'll give you a big meal later! Dare to find trouble with Fang Zheng......?"

An hour later, Ouyang Huaya's family, Jiang Songyun and other people from the Black Mountain Calligraphy Association finally climbed Yizhi Mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even so, these pampered people were tired enough, and when they came to the temple, they were even more out of breath.

Jiang Songyun smiled bitterly: "I finally saw the temple, go in and rest, I'm tired." ”

As a result, when I looked up, there was a large group of people sitting at the door, and some people lit a fire and baked a fire there.

"Dad, why are there so many beggars? These beggars don't look for a place to warm up at the bottom of the mountain, what are they doing at the gate of the temple?" Ouyang Fenghua's voice was not loud, but it was not small, and the big cake face and the others heard it, and suddenly their old faces turned red, and they were embarrassed to speak.

The fat man laughed and said: "Little girl, this is not a beggar, this is a great calligrapher in Songwu County! ”

Ouyang Fenghua looked at these people suspiciously, and then looked at Ouyang Huaya, who was well-dressed and imposing, shook his head and said, "This is too far away, right?"

She didn't know that when these people first came, which one of them was not well-dressed? Several of them were not necessarily worse than Ouyang Huazai in terms of bearing, after all, people who practiced calligraphy would be influenced by pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and their temperament would be self-contained. It's just that whoever was changed, was chased by a wolf, and under the embarrassment, his temperament and everything were gone.

People rely on clothes and horses and saddles, and without good clothes, they are messy, and they are deprived of their spirits and spirits, and they are ashamed of themselves, that is, they are beggars.

However, there are also people who have not been taken care of by the lone wolf, such as the old man Sun Xiying, he has always abided by the rules of the temple, Fang Zheng let everyone quiet, he took a few apprentices and did not speak loudly, and even after Fang Zheng left, he took his disciples out of the temple in advance, so as to avoid the danger of being chased by wolves.

Ouyang Fenghua recognized Sun Yiying at a glance, stepped forward and said, "Old Sun, this ...... What the hell is going on? How is this like a fight?"

"Well, that's a long story. Sun Yiying smiled bitterly, he was really embarrassed to say this, shame!

The big cake face also diverted the topic and said, "Brother Ouyang, you are here." Hurry up and teach the little monk a lesson, this monk is simply ...... It's just not a thing! We went into the temple to visit, and he also let dogs bite people. That's it, he didn't let us enter the temple to compete, and the competition was outside the temple!

"Ren Qiao'an, what you said is true? This monk is not polite to you, and even lets dogs bite people? Old Sun, is this true?" Ouyang Fenghua asked questions continuously, his eyes burning with anger! He was pit by the villagers at the bottom of the mountain, and these friends went up the mountain, but they were pitted by the monk!

When Ouyang Fenghua heard this, he covered his mouth, his face was shocked, and then he was a little funny. Although she didn't think that the little monk could win against her father, she began to be curious about this strange monk.

Cui Jin also wondered, this monk is too unqualified!

"What is it serious, what is it serious! Don't talk about what you do? Running around and shouting in other people's temples and reciting some nonsense poems is light. If you want me to say, it's true to just slap you alone!" exclaimed the fat man.

Ouyang Huaya turned around and looked around, and just happened to see Wu Changxi sitting next to the fat man.

Ouyang Huazai also ignored the fat man, this person who was a bit of a ruffian, he didn't want to deal with it, so as not to cause trouble. Ouyang Huazai said: "Wu Changxi, you invited the competition, what's the matter? This is scared, I don't dare to compare? I made so many moths, do you want me to retreat?"

Wu Changxi had already heard about what happened to Ouyang Huazai, and said, "Ouyang Huazai, don't spew blood. The competition was arranged by me, and the master didn't know it, so it would be good if they didn't refuse. As for the things you encountered, it can only be said that character determines fate. ”

"I don't tell you these useless things, is it better or not?" Ouyang Huaya really didn't want to continue to fight with Wu Changxi, the cold wind on the mountain, many members of the calligraphy association, their pants were bitten, if it wasn't for the fire, they would have frozen. In the cold wind, shivering, it really looks like asking for rice flowers, shameful.

Wu Changxi said: "The master agreed to the competition, but he can't be in the temple." I'm going to go to the master and borrow two tables to come out, and I'll be right outside. ”

"How can this work? On this cold day, my hands are almost frozen, and it is difficult to hold a pen, how can I write?"

Wu Changxi said: "Then bake the fire." ”

After speaking, Wu Changxi pushed open the gate of the temple and went to find Fangzheng.

"Chair, table?" Fang Zheng looked at Wu Changxi in amazement.

Wu Changxi said: "Yes, calligraphy competition, this is a must." ”

"No ......" Fang Zheng's head shook like a rattle, jokes, he himself often uses stones as benches, where are the chairs and tables for others to use.

Wu Changxi didn't believe it, Fang Zheng asked him to find it by himself, Wu Changxi walked around the temple, it seemed that except for the offering table in the Buddha hall, there really was no decent table, and he was suddenly bitter.

"Master, isn't there any other way?" Wu Changxi asked.

Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "No, you have also seen it, my temple is very poor, not to mention tables and chairs, even pen, ink, paper and inkstone." ”

Wu Changxi said: "I have prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the master, but there is no table, so it will be troublesome." ”

As he was talking, there was a commotion outside.

Fang Zheng and Wu Changxi went out to take a look, only to see the village chief Wang Yougui, the secretary Tan Juguo, and the accountant Yang Ping coming, and they also brought a group of villagers to watch the excitement. Among the villagers, Song Ergou, Yang Hua and others were carrying tables one after another.

As soon as they met, Wang Yougui first greeted Ouyang Huaya, Jiang Songyun and others, these people were all literati in the city, and it was a new thing to be able to come to this poor and remote country. Thinking about it, if these literati can help promote the next finger temple and the first finger village, their village may still be able to leverage its development and development.

Although Ouyang Huaya and Jiang Songyun were arrogant and from the city, they did not show too coldness in the face of Wang Yougui and others, and they greeted each other, which was considered harmonious.

At this time, Fang Zheng came out, and Wang Yougui shouted: "Fang Xiao...... Host Fang, I heard that you are going to hold a calligraphy contest on this mountain, and I know that you don't have a table in this temple, so I specially got two tables to come up. Can you see if it works?"