Chapter 85 Let's Break Up, Divide the Loot! 【Favorites】

Jiang Songyun continued: "Ouyang Huazai's handwriting is like a gust of wind and strong grass, majestic. When writing, it has a wind-like artistic conception, and it also has the style of a master. So I think this time, the competition is a draw!"

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

Those present are not fools, the laymen are villagers, but the people from the Calligraphy Association are not laymen! You can tell by comparing Fang Zheng's and Ouyang Fenghua's characters, and it's obvious that Fang Zheng's characters are better!

But look at Ouyang Huazai, everyone understands, this is Jiang Songyun trying to save face for Ouyang Huazai, otherwise Ouyang Huazai will lose face this time to a little-known little monk.

But Wu Changxi quit: "Jiang Songyun, where do you have the face to say that? Ouyang Huazai, how dare you say it's a draw?"

Jiang Songyun frowned and said, "Wu Changxi, what else do you want to do? Don't you just want fame? You are not satisfied with a draw with Ouyang Huazai?"

"Satisfied? Pooh! I feel ashamed for you!" Wu Changxi said.

Jiang Songyun's face was livid, and he was about to lose his temper.

But Ouyang Fenghua said: "Father, your handwriting is really not as good as that of the little monk?"

Ouyang Huazai looked at Fangzheng, Fangzheng smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"This is a true master, my handwriting is not as good as his." After finishing speaking, Ouyang Huazai's usually tense face suddenly melted, and he said: "I have always been pretentious, but today I realize that I am just a frog in a well! I have never seen the font, but I have only seen the artistic conception in this word in the hands of the older generation of masters. Today I lost, and I am convinced of the loss! Master, I apologize to you for my previous rudeness, go back I will post a separate Weibo later to formally apologize to you."

Ouyang Fenghua said in astonishment: "Oh my god, Dad, you actually lost?" Then he looked at Fangzheng and said in disbelief: "Little...Master, did you start practicing calligraphy from the mother's womb? Also, didn't you say that you Don’t you know calligraphy? Didn’t you say you don’t know how to use a brush? You lied to me about your feelings! Didn’t you say that monks can’t lie?”

Fangzheng smiled helplessly and said: "Benefactor, this poor monk is indeed using a brush for the first time. As for the calligraphy? I don't know what the poor monk's calligraphy is. But the poor monk has seen real good calligraphy. Compared with it, there is a difference of one hundred and eight thousand miles! In this way, how can the poor monk have the nerve to say that he knows calligraphy?"

Ouyang Fenghua didn't speak, but Ouyang Huazai exclaimed: "Master, have you ever seen better words?"

Fangzheng nodded: "Monks don't tell lies."

Ouyang Huazai asked: "The characters that the master has seen are the fonts written by the master? What is the name of this font? And the other characters below, can you be lucky enough to see it?"

Fangzheng smiled wryly in his heart, one look? He doesn't even know where to watch it! How to show it to Ouyang Huazai?

So Fangzheng shook his head and said: "This word is called Dragon Buddha Document, and it is a character created by my Buddha when he saw the dragon flying into the sky. This word, the poor monk has only met once, and the benefactor is afraid that he will be disappointed."

Ouyang Fenghua asked in disbelief: "Little master, how is this possible? Since you have seen that word, you should keep it, right? How could it be a coincidence?"

"What little master? It's called master!" Ouyang Huazai reprimanded.

Ouyang Fenghua pouted and said, "Obviously he's a little... a master..."

"Those who are masters come first, how can age be used to determine size?" Ouyang Huazai reprimanded with a straight face.

Only then did Ouyang Fenghua shout unwillingly: "Master..."

Fangzheng smiled slightly and returned the courtesy. As for Ouyang Fenghua's question, he just shook his head and didn't say anything. He didn't want to lie, lest he be struck by lightning.

Hearing this, Ouyang Huazai saluted with a look of disappointment on his face: "Since the master refuses to say it, I won't force it." After speaking, he looked at Jiang Songyun, whose face was ashen, and smiled wryly: "What I just wanted to say Yes, I'm sentenced to lose. But brother Jiang... hey."

After finishing speaking, Ouyang Huazai took out a bank card and handed it to Jiang Songyun: "This is most of my savings, and I have a million. The password is 959542"

After finishing speaking, Ouyang Huazai took Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin's hands and went down the mountain.

Ouyang Huazai left, and everyone knew that this farce was completely over.

Song Ergou said angrily: "The right master has already conceded, old man Jiang, don't you admit it?"

Jiang Songyun snorted coldly, threw the bank card to Wu Changxi, and said, "You guys won! You are satisfied this time! Can't you give others some leeway?"

After speaking, Jiang Songyun strode away.

As a result, when he got down the mountain, Jiang Songyun yelled directly: "Who the hell deflated my tires?!..."

Seeing this, other members of the Calligraphy Association also dispersed. Especially the members of the Calligraphy Association in Songwu County, who could not stand the cold for a long time, hurried down the mountain.

"Ah bah! What did you do before? Why didn't you think about giving the master some leeway before? If you suffer a loss, you need leeway, cut, what the hell!" The fat man looked at Jiang Songyun's back and scolded.

"Master, are you lucky enough to be able to learn this Longfo script?" At this time, Sun Ziying came to Fangzheng and asked a little embarrassed.

"Hey, Senior Sun, you're being too polite when you say that, right? Just now, I don't know who helped Jiang Songyun to praise Ouyang Huazai there, and deliberately played black whistle." The fat man sneered.

Sun Xiying blushed, bowed to Fangzheng and said: "I was indeed wrong just now, please don't take offense, master."

Fangzheng returned the courtesy and said: "Old man, you are too polite. The poor monk is not good at learning, how can he teach others? Please don't embarrass the poor monk." But he said in his heart: the food on the mountain is a bit nervous to eat alone, you come here again , Aren't they going to starve to death? What's more, the Sa family holds grudges!

Sun Xiying reluctantly bid farewell and left, but she felt a little unwilling.

These people have all gone down the mountain, and Wang Yougui, the village head, naturally went down the mountain to take care of them. Although these people are not very good, whether the village can become famous depends on them.

The other villagers looked at Fang Zheng with admiration, praised each and every one of them, and then dispersed.

When these people dispersed, Fatty, Houzi, and Wu Changxi immediately came up and said with a smile, "Master, congratulations!"

Fangzheng smiled wryly and said: "Several benefactors, why are you happy? This competition must never happen again in the future."

This was what Fangzheng said in his heart. After these people came, the temple was full of fuss, which was really tiring. Moreover, he is really not good at dealing with people, and when there are too many people, he becomes a little confused.

Wu Changxi was also trying to get the ducks on the shelves this time, and he didn't say hello to Fangzheng before and after the incident, but he was relieved to see that Fangzheng was not angry. I promise again and again, in the future, there will never be a second time!

After finishing speaking, Wu Changxi said; "Master, there is still a bet in this competition. We won a million bets. But the master is the main force, so we want to share..."