Ouyang Huazai didn't even look at Fang Zheng, he raised his head and said, "No problem."
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Amitabha."
"In this case, the two of you are competing in calligraphy. Naturally, you have to write the same characters to determine the winner. How about you two write Su Shi's poem "Niannujiao, Chibi Nostalgia"?" Although Jiang Songyun asked, in fact
But he didn't give Fang Zheng a chance to answer, so he said: "Since it makes no sense to you two, let's start!"
When Fang Zheng saw this, he was completely speechless. He was not given a chance to speak at all. Isn't this too bullying? "Niannujiao, Chibi Nostalgia"? He had indeed read it when he was in school, and was also attracted by the majestic poems.
I was shocked, but I haven’t read in so many years and I have long forgotten it. Now let him write? He doesn’t even know what to write!
Looking at Ouyang Huazai again, when he heard this, his eyes clearly lit up, and he looked confident.
Ouyang Fenghua showed an absolutely trusting smile, but Cui Jin frowned slightly, obviously a little dissatisfied with this matter, but said nothing.
Ouyang Huazai glanced at Fang Zheng and sneered in his heart. If he was writing Buddhist scriptures, he was not very sure. But writing Ci Pai? Is it such a famous Ci Pai? Ouyang Huazai has absolute confidence! Which calligraphy writer has never written this?
Ci Pai? I’m afraid most people have written and practiced Ci Pai. A person who has practiced Ci Pai thousands of times will not be able to write well? Will he lose? Lose to an unknown little monk in the mountains? This is
In his opinion, this is absolutely impossible!
not to mention……
"It turned out to be "Niannujiao, Chibi Nostalgia"? Hey, there is something to watch this time. I heard that Mr. Ouyang once won a provincial award with this title, and was even nominated nationally."
"That's Mr. Ouyang's famous work, it was a blockbuster. It's hard to say compared to others, but compared to this, I will definitely win!"
Those members of the Calligraphy Association who were familiar with Ouyang Huazai were discussing quietly, and their voices were very low, and could only be heard by a few people near them.
Even Monkey, Fatty, and Wu Changxi didn't hear it.
But Wu Changxi knew about this, and immediately jumped up and shouted: "I object! This is unfair! Using Ouyang Huazai's best ci cards to compete with Master Fangzheng, isn't it too bullying?"
Jiang Songyun snorted coldly and said: "Wu Changxi, you proposed the competition. You decided the time and place. Why, the poems that the chairman decided for the competition today are all useless? As for fairness? There are countless literati in the world, who practice calligraphy.
There are countless people, but this "Niannujiao, Chibi Nostalgia" is a very common and commonly used word card for practice. If you can't even write this word well, what else can you write well? I use a word that everyone has practiced
The purpose of using words for the competition is to be fair. Otherwise, Fang is a monk and is good at writing scriptures, but Mr. Ouyang has never written or practiced. Is this fair?"
Although Wu Changxi felt that this was wrong, he was speechless.
Other members of the calligraphy association jumped up and responded.
One is a master of calligraphy in the city, a fierce man in the circle, with powerful energy; the other is the president of the Calligraphy Association, who also has great influence in the circle; naturally they want to take the opportunity to curry favor with him.
The most important thing is that they do not recognize Fang Zheng, an outsider, as a calligrapher! In their hearts, they do not regard Fang Zheng as a calligrapher, nor do they think that Fang Zheng is a person in their circle.
One is in the circle and the other is outside the circle. They are familiar and distant, and it is obvious at a glance that they naturally help Ouyang Huazai to speak!
Especially the members of the Calligraphy Association of Songwu County were extremely embarrassed by Fangzheng's decision to close the door and let the wolves go wild. They were very angry and took the opportunity to vent their anger. Hei Fangzheng gave him a hand.
With so many people talking at the same time, Wu Changxi didn't even have a chance to open his mouth. He was so suppressed that he couldn't even lift his head.
Fang Zheng was helpless when he saw this. He was not good at arguing in this area, and he would be abused if he started to argue. Since you can't argue, you might as well stop arguing!
So Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, Donor Wu, thank you so much for your upright words. However, the poor monk can't write, and he can't use the words he writes, and he's not popular with others, so it doesn't matter what he writes."
"Little monk, you are self-aware! Don't dare to say anything else. This time, you will definitely lose!" Ouyang Fenghua raised his swan neck and shouted with a proud look on his face.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said nothing.
Jiang Songyun saw that Fang Zheng had said this, and was admitting defeat between the lines of his words, and the smile on his face became a little brighter, and he said: "Little monk, it is important for people to have self-knowledge. It's good for you to think so.
It's a pity that you should never do something like this just for the sake of fame. If you don't waste everyone's time, it will be nothing more than a joke when everyone talks about this game in the future."
Jiang Songyun never expected that what he said was really right. When everyone talked about the calligraphy competition on Yizhi Mountain in the future, the competition would really become a joke! A huge joke! It’s just that the person being laughed at in this joke
The person is...
"Little monk, I think you can just admit defeat."
"That's right, if you know you can't write, don't show off and admit defeat."
"I also feel that there is no need to continue this game. We have already lost in terms of momentum, and there is no point in competing anymore."
…
Everyone shouted.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he smiled bitterly. He didn't know how strong he was. Anyway, compared with the real dragon and Buddha documents, his handwriting was so bad that it was almost impossible to read. He had no idea whether he could win. And all these were in front of him.
People from the Calligraphy Association said that they had seen photos of his calligraphy on the Internet. Since they don't think so highly of themselves, it probably doesn't look good.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng really didn't think he could win, but he had calculated it. Regardless of winning or losing, the news about Yi Zhi Temple would definitely spread, at least letting everyone know that there is such a place. As for the reputation, it's almost...
"Okay, stop talking about it, it's just a mule or a horse that comes out to run around! One by one, they haven't even started to compete yet, they are talking non-stop. Are you interested? Also, those who wear half of their pants, aren't you cold?
What? If it's not cold, we can talk for another hour!" At this moment, the fat man couldn't stand it anymore and shouted directly.
He didn't say it was okay. As soon as he said it, those whose pants were torn suddenly felt the cold wind blowing, and their legs were almost freezing. They hurriedly leaned against the fire. At the same time, some people went out to find firewood.
.However, it is winter and it has just snowed, so it is not easy to find some good firewood. Fortunately, there is a lot of thatch on the mountain, and no one is cutting it. Sweeping away the snow and getting some dry thatch is enough.
However, this was not a long-term solution. Seeing that these people were freezing to death, Jiang Songyun stopped writing and stood up and said: "Since both parties have no objections, I officially declare that the competition has begun!"