Chapter 1445 Calligraphy Exhibition

"Count me in, I'll go too!"

"Let's go together and take Master home!"

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At the same time, some people's attention has also been cast because of the boiling rumors on the Internet.

A certain female reporter who is buying shoes, a certain old secretary who is drinking, a certain female Taoist priest who is drinking tea in the mountains, a certain sunny girl practicing calligraphy hard, a certain man with his hat on crookedly playing with his mobile phone, some A group of children walking on the road to find Yizhishan...

Deep in the southwestern mountains, the girl on the forest road suddenly put down her phone and said to her brother beside her, "Brother, I want to go abroad."

"What?" The boy looked confused.

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On the frontier of Yn, a young man who was doing business with an elephant touched the elephant's nose and said, "This person must be the host of Fangzheng. Although he looks different, I will never forget the charm of his every move." ...I'm going to find him!"

The elephant raised its head to the sky and roared.

Southeast Asia, above a tall building, a man put down his wine glass and said, "Let's go, visit Fangzheng as the host!"

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Yes, a group of people who have always enshrined Fangzheng in their hearts, saw Fangzheng's tricks in a few subconscious little actions in the footage on TV, and then they embarked on the road to Europe to find Fangzheng.

All of a sudden, from all over the world, countless people turned their attention to Europe.

Of course, there are also some who are just idle and have nothing to do to join in the fun. Everyone is not sure whether it is Fangzheng hosting, but no one thinks that it is a waste to verify it. Anyway, idle is idle. Many people are even willing to waste this moment in exchange for a sliver of expectation in their hearts...

Fangzheng didn't know that he unintentionally caused an uproar. Anyway, he slept soundly that night.

However, due to personal habits, he got up before dawn, and couldn't stay in the room anymore, so he just slapped the red boy on the little butt, pulled the brat out of the bed, and went out after washing up. Press the road.

"Master, what are you doing? You've finally had enough to eat and drink, and you've got a place to live. Why don't you have the good fortune to come out and enjoy the wind?" Red Boy rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said unwillingly .

Fangzheng said: "Look at how promising you are, you have already come abroad, so you have to go around anyway. Take a look at this place, it is also right to go abroad."

"Okay, okay, you are the master, everything you say makes sense." Hong Haier responded with a yawn.

The two left for more than two hours. After more than two hours, the two looked at the tall building in front of them and the familiar scenes around them in astonishment.

"No way, Master, we seem to have turned back again." Red Boy looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment and said.

Fangzheng wiped his nose and said, "This... seems to have really turned back. Since I'm back, it's also fate. Didn't I go to the calligraphy exhibition yesterday? Today is just right, let's go! Go in and have a look!"

When Hong Haier heard this, he immediately became interested. Who doesn't love to join in the fun without being hungry?

The arrival of two monks, one big and one small, frowned the eyebrows of the waiters at the door. There was no way, the clothes of these two monks were too shabby, and they looked like people with little money. But the waiter did not step forward to stop them. After confirming that the clothes of the two monks were worn out but clean, they pretended not to see them.

Fangzheng entered the exhibition hall smoothly without any bloody plot.

At the front of the exhibition hall are some rubbings, all of which are of celebrities, such as Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, etc...

It was also the first time that Fangzheng saw the handwriting of these ancient masters, and he read it with great interest.

Further on, some calligraphers were writing on the spot. Although it lacked the charm of the ancients, it was full of the beauty of calligraphy. Each stroke was very grand, and Fang Zheng nodded as he watched.

"Hehe, mage, you seem to know how to read when you nod while reading?" A middle-aged man who just picked up a pen smiled gently.

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk understands a little bit, but not much. The word sir, has a taste of water. When it softens, it flows into a gurgling stream. When it is wild, it looks like a rushing Yellow River. It is really beautiful."

As soon as the words came out, the man was stunned, he cupped his hands and said, "I'm Wang Daochun, I don't know what the mage's name is?"

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Poor monk Fangzheng."

Wang Daochun was taken aback, and said, "Fangzheng? Uh... sorry, this dharma name is really too loud..."

Fangzheng smiled and said, "It's okay, every time the poor monk reveals his dharma name, everyone's reaction seems to be great."

Wang Daochun chuckled and said, "It's not impossible. Fangzheng is a god-like figure in Huaxia, who doesn't know? But the name can be chosen by anyone. It's not like you have to do it just because someone else has it. Chang... Mage, from what you just said, it seems that you are very good at calligraphy."

Wang Daochun obviously didn't want to get entangled in this issue, so he changed the subject and returned to calligraphy.

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "A little bit, I haven't written for a long time, and I don't know what else I can write."

"Haha... Master, you are being polite. The museum has just opened and there are no people there. If the master wants to write, he can use our pen and ink. Everyone is talking about calligraphy, not good or bad." Wang Daochun laughed.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Whether calligraphy is good or bad, why do you still write calligraphy? You can just write casually at home? Everything has its own level. This is the Huaxia Calligraphy Exhibition, not the Huaxia Shame Exhibition. Every one here Words are meant to be appreciated by foreign guests, if someone writes them indiscriminately, it will not only lose your people, but also Huaxia's face!"

While speaking, a man walked slowly with several people like stars holding the moon.

"Huang Yu, what are you doing here?" Wang Daochun obviously didn't like this Huang Yu.

Fangzheng didn't like it either, because Huang Yu didn't look like a calligrapher, but more like a businessman. His eyes were not as honest and easy-going as Wang Daochun's, but a little more sharp, like a knife.

Huang Yu said: "You have put up a sign, Huaxia Calligraphy Tour Exhibition, I am also a calligrapher, come and see, write a few words, is it not an exaggeration? I just didn't expect that Huaxia has become so lonely that there is not even a calligrapher. Is it the rhythm of a roadside wild monk dawdling?"

When a young man behind Wang Daochun heard this, he said angrily, "That's better than going across the ocean to be a dog! Don't learn from your ancestors, abandon Chinese calligraphy, learn some nondescript things, and claim to be orthodox when you come back, scolding your ancestors!" Everything is dross, country r is the real culture. I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people!"

Huang Yu's face was slightly ugly when she heard this, but she still kept a proud smile on her face, and said lightly: "Wang Daochun, you are still so worthless. When the elders talk, the children interrupt randomly, which is rude. No wonder Huaxia His calligraphy is lonely, his character is not good, his quality is not good, how can he carry his calligraphy?"