Chapter 82 Master's Calligraphy Is Picturesque【For Collection】

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

Chen Jing looked at this scene, and secretly laughed inwardly: "Jing Yan is doing beautifully, if she messes up casually, this monk will definitely lose, haha... At that time, it will really become a joke! How dare you let the wolf bite me? I will ruin your reputation!"

Jiang Songyun, Cui Jin, Ouyang Fenghua and everyone looked at Fangzheng nervously, but no one thought that Fangzheng would let Jing Yan rub his ink, after all, it had too much to do with it.

However……

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said with a calm smile, "Then there will be a benefactor."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar!

"Is this monk crazy?"

"this……"

Jing Yan was also stunned. She didn't intend to help Fang Zheng grind ink at all when she came out, she just took the opportunity to provoke her. Anyway, she wouldn't believe that Fang Zheng dared to use her to grind ink.

In the end, Fangzheng actually agreed! She was caught off guard when she agreed!

She didn't know that Fangzheng was also acting helplessly, except for Jing Yan, no one else could help him at all. Therefore, he can only be treated as a dead horse doctor, and Fangzheng doesn't think that Jing Yan will openly cheat him in front of so many people. That would not be embarrassing for Fang Zheng, but embarrassing for Jing Yan. With Jing Yan's arrogant temper, I'm afraid she won't want to lose this person.

Jing Yan stared at Fangzheng, and seeing that Fangzheng was really willing to let her grind ink, she gave Fangzheng an unhappy look, then lowered her head to grind ink.

After soaking in a little water, it was rubbed lightly, and the ink stick was turning smoothly in her hand, and the water soon became black...

At the same time, there was an exclamation from the other side!

"Good word!"

"Mr. Ouyang, you really write well! It's so beautiful!"

"Perfect!"

"pretty!"

Jing Yan frowned, and looked over subconsciously, only to see that Ouyang Huazai had finished writing, put down the brush, and the rice paper was picked up by Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin, and it was being displayed! The words on it are like wild wind and chaotic grass, but they have a crazy and atmospheric artistic conception, which is even more ancient! When people take a look, they will subconsciously read the poems, and their hearts are filled with infinite yearning for the ancient era, and their blood is surging! Really a good picture!

Jiang Songyun jumped up against the table and shouted: "Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy! Haha... Congratulations to Mr. Ouyang for making great progress. This year's National Calligraphy Conference will definitely shine!"

"President Xie Jiang said auspicious words." 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 Fang Zheng? Ouyang Huazai didn't even look at Fang Zheng from the beginning to the end. He was so proud that he didn't regard Fang Zheng as a competitor at all. In this battle, the moment he finished writing, he already had an absolutely confident result, and he was sure to win!

Not only Ouyang Huazai, but also people from the Calligraphy Association such as Jiang Songyun, Sun Zhiying, etc. think so.

But someone was not happy, the fat man yelled: "Shut up the fuck!"

"My friend, what are you doing?" Jiang Songyun asked with some displeasure.

The fat man sneered and said, "What are you doing? I don't know who said it just now. Loud noises are not allowed during the competition, which will affect the competition of the contestants! What? What you said just now became farts?"

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

Jiang Songyun's old face turned red immediately. He was the one who reprimanded him just now, but now he was reprimanded back, and he was dumbfounded and speechless.

At this time, Dabing said with a face: "Cut! Mr. Ouyang's writing is an art! This monk can't even use a brush, so why is he talking about writing? What's the use of being quiet? Do you think he can still win?"

As soon as these words came out, Monkey and Fatty obviously lacked confidence, and they didn't think that Fang Zheng still had a chance to win.

Seeing this, Dabinglian said proudly: "So, if you really want to lose face, let this monk go away quickly. It's not embarrassing if you didn't write it..."

The fat man and the monkey were not convinced. What they said seemed reasonable at that time, and they didn't know how to refute it.

After Jing Yan glanced at it, she also shook her head slightly, she became less and less optimistic about the monk in front of her. Couldn't help asking: "Little monk, Mr. Ouyang's handwriting is quite like everyone else's. After a few years of training, he will become a national master. Do you want to compete in this competition? With all due respect, you have no The hope of winning... huh!?"

When Jing Yan looked at Fang Zheng, she was stunned. Fang Heng, who was looking at her gently, suddenly became clear, like a pool of clear water, clear and bright! Coupled with that white moon white monk robe, white skin, white bald head, and white snow scene around, the whole person exudes an inexplicable sacred aura!

Dabinglian over there is still flattering Ouyang Huazai, and Jiang Songyun is pulling Sun Zhiying to praise Ouyang Huazai's handwriting. After all, Fangzheng is also his own family! As a result, many villagers began to quarrel with these members of the Calligraphy Association, and the fight between the two sides was extremely lively. As for the changes on Fangzheng's side, no one paid attention.

Only the monkey, the fat man, and Wu Changxi who had been staring at Fangzheng noticed Fangzheng's change. Seeing Fangzheng's sudden emptiness, the three of them felt their hearts rise at the same time. Although I don't know how to read, Fang Zheng's feeling made the three of them inexplicably have a glimmer of hope!

At this moment, Fangzheng moved, and the brush fell down, stained with Jing Yan's ink, and the next moment the brush fell down!

At that moment, Monkey, Fatty, Wu Changxi, and Jing Yan seemed to see a bolt of lightning descending from the sky, with a bang! The scene in front of me is shattered...

The great river goes east, the waves wash away, and the romantic figures of the ages...

rumbling...

The void shattered, and the water of the Yangtze River seemed to come from the sky, piercing through the heaven and the earth. In the rumbling sound of the river, one could vaguely see heroes from the Three Kingdoms period!

On the west side of the old base, the human way is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms!

The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up!

...

The scene in front of several people changed again. There was one more person on the edge of the Yangtze River, with a feather fan and a scarf.

The weapons appear, the warships appear, the rockets soar into the sky, dye the world red, and ignite the Yangtze River...

The sound of flames, the sound of shouting and killing, the sound of weapons colliding, endless figures of heroes flashed before our eyes! A few people just felt their whole body was boiling with enthusiasm, and their eyes turned red unconsciously!

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

But the shock, regret, and exclamation in my heart lingered for a long time, and there was a lot of sadness in my heart, but I couldn't pour it out, I couldn't explain it clearly! There is also a sense of loss, the sense of loss that the heroes of the world have fallen away...

"Amitabha!"