Fang Zheng ignored the big pie face and said to Wang Yougui: "Uncle Wang, I have only been in school for a short time. I have heard of this poem, but I haven't been in school for so many years and I have forgotten it. If you don't check it, what did you ask me to write?
ah?"
Wang Yougui was stunned, Ouyang Fenghua, Cui Jin was stunned, Jiang Songyun was stunned, Sun Xianying was stunned...
When everyone heard this, they were collectively dumbfounded, and then they burst into laughter!
"This guy doesn't know how to memorize Nujiao and Chibi Nostalgia? Haha...how many days has he studied?"
"You haven't even read the book clearly, and you still want to pretend to be a writer? Hahaha..."
"You still want to pretend to be a great calligrapher? Haha... This also lowers the entry barrier for us calligraphers too low? It's really quite acceptable."
"This... is such a farce! How embarrassing!" Sun Xianying sighed. In any case, the Yizhi Temple belongs to Songwu County. Founder is embarrassed, and he feels ashamed too.
Jiang Songyun was no longer in the mood to complain about Fang Zheng, but said sympathetically: "This kid is really...that's all, I'm too lazy to say anything."
Fang Zheng had already said so. What else could Wang Yougui say? He could only go and wait.
But at this moment, whether it was Wang Yougui, Song Ergou, or other villagers. Even Fatty and Monkey began to doubt whether Fang Zheng could win. Wu Changxi, who originally believed that Fang Zheng would win, was also a little worried. He never wrote a word.
Compared with Changlian's calligraphy, there is bound to be a gap.
Ouyang Fenghua has practiced calligraphy hard for many years, and "Niannujiao, Chibi Nostalgia" has become a famous work. He has written it countless times.
Let’s look at Fangzheng again. Not to mention that he has written it, he has not even read it a few times! In this case, even if the basics are good, points will be deducted.
After such a comparison, Wu Changxi was also a little worried. If he lost, it would be one million! He had a fatal feeling, and his heart was even more anxious and restless.
Fang Zheng looked at all the poems on Ci Pai carefully, memorized them in his heart, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He found that he had remembered them all at once!
"Good guy, sure enough, my understanding has greatly improved! Haha, I didn't eat the crystal rice in vain, and I didn't recite the Buddhist scriptures in vain, great! If there had been this thing back then, the results would not have been worse than those in the county, and the old man would have lost his teeth when he laughed.
"Fang Zheng thought of Zen Master Yi Zhi, and felt warm in his heart. The cynicism of those outside became unimportant.
Picking up the brush, Fang Zheng was stunned again. He knew how to use a brush, but how to grind ink? Sajia didn't know how!
Everyone saw that Fang Zheng had finally picked up the brush and was about to start working! Everyone immediately became energetic. Whether they wanted to watch the show or had some hope, they all stretched their necks, waiting to see the little monk.
What the hell kind of talisman can be written?
As a result, Fang Zheng was sitting there in a daze with his writing brush, and everyone was confused again. What else was this guy trying to do?
Wu Changxi, who had been restless for a long time, immediately stepped forward and asked: "Master, why...why don't you write it?"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "This...how to sharpen ink?"
Wu Changxi fainted immediately and asked subconsciously: "Master, have you never written calligraphy before? Have you never sharpened ink?"
Fang Zheng said calmly: "To be honest, this is my first time seeing a writing brush."
puff!
When the monkey, who had always been relatively calm, heard this, he sprayed water into a colorful rainbow and shouted: "What? Master, have you never used a brush before?"
Seeing Fang Zheng nodding, Monkey's heart suddenly went cold! He paid for this million! Although one million is not a particularly big number for him, it still hurts!
Jiang Songyun and others were even more speechless. The monk in front of them, whom Wu Changxi praised to the heavens, had never used a writing brush! This... is this even necessary? Everyone knows that a writing brush is not a ballpoint pen, and not just anyone can take it and write.
, the priority of writing with the brush determines the thickness of the strokes of the text, etc... Whether the text can be written well and whether you can use the brush plays an absolute role!
Jiang Songyun was too lazy to laugh at Fang Zheng now. Instead, he said with some sympathy: "This little monk really...can't calligraphy, so what else can he do?"
Wu Changxi had an idea and shouted: "Master is good at writing on snow, you can write on snow!"
"Wu Changxi, one writes on the snow and the other writes on paper, is there any comparison? What is fairness? It means to determine the winner under the same conditions. Furthermore, whether it is international or domestic, which competition
Are you writing on the snow to decide whose handwriting is better?" Jiang Songyun decisively refused. Ouyang Huazai had already won in his eyes. The little monk had no chance of winning, and he didn't want to bother to make any mistakes.
Others also spoke one after another, and Wu Changxi's proposal was immediately suppressed.
"What should we do? Old Wu, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to use a writing brush. If you don't know how to sharpen ink, it will be troublesome. How can you write without ink?" said the monkey.
"What's so difficult about sharpening ink? I'll do it!" The fat man rolled up his sleeves and was about to do it. Wu Changxi grabbed the fat man and said, "Have you ever sharpened it?"
The fat man rolled his eyes: "In this day and age, who can write with a brush? Even if they write, they still use ink. It has not been polished, but isn't it just polished? How much harder can it be?"
"You... you are really ignorant and fearless! Grinding ink is very particular. If you use too much force, it will break easily. If you use the wrong angle, it will break. If there is too much water, the writing will be shallow. If there is less water, the writing will be thick. No matter what,
All the words written must be greatly reduced! Otherwise, why do you think Ouyang Huazai asked his daughter to polish the ink? Instead of letting others polish the ink? The person who polishes the ink must first be proficient, and secondly, understand the habits of the writer
, know the changes in the shades of ink, and the third most important thing is to be someone you can trust!" Wu Changxi scolded.
The fat man and the monkey were both dumbfounded. They really didn't dare to get in. The monkey said, "Wu Changxi, get in."
Wu Changxi smiled bitterly and said: "I am just an expert in talking, and I have never studied it... One million, I don't dare to do it."
Fang Zheng was also in great distress. He held the ink block and didn't know how to start. He had heard everything Wu Changxi said and thought he could just grind it casually, but now he couldn't do it anymore. Longfo Wenshu only taught him how to use various methods.
He was taught to write with a pen, but he was not taught how to sharpen ink!
"I'll do it." At this moment, a person came to Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng looked up and was shocked to see that it was Jing Yan!
"Little monk, I told you in advance that I don't think much of you. Besides, if you dare to let a wolf bite me, I will bear this grudge against you forever! I came out not to help you, but your mountain is too cold.
, I don’t want to play with you anymore. Finish it quickly and everything will be fine. So, it’s up to you whether you let me grind this ink or not.” Jing Yan raised her head and said with a bit of arrogance.
"Master, don't let her grind the ink. The grinding of the ink is too important! If she has the intention to cause harm, you will definitely lose!" Wu Changxi shouted.