Jiang Songyun continued: "Ouyang Huazai's calligraphy is like the wind and grass, majestic. When he writes, he has a wind-like artistic conception, and he also has the style of a master. So I think this time the competition is a draw!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar again!
None of the people present are fools, the laymen are villagers, but the people in the Calligraphy Association are not laymen! A comparison of the calligraphy of Fangzheng and Ouyang Fenghua shows that it is obvious that the calligraphy of Fangzheng is better!
But looking at Ouyang Huazai, everyone understands that this is Jiang Songyun trying to save face for Ouyang Huazai, otherwise Ouyang Huazai would lose face this time to a little-known little monk.
But Wu Changxi quit: "Jiang Songyun, where do you have the nerve to say this? Ouyang Huazai, do you have the nerve to say it's a draw?"
Jiang Songyun frowned and said: "Wu Changxi, what else do you want to do? Don't you just want a name? A draw with Ouyang Huazai, are you still not satisfied?"
"Satisfied? Bah! I feel ashamed for you!" Wu Changxi said.
Jiang Songyun's old face was ashen and he was about to get angry.
But Ouyang Fenghua said: "Dad, is your calligraphy really not as good as the little monk's?"
Ouyang Huazai looked at Fang Zheng, who smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."
"This is a real master, and my words are not as good as his." After saying that, Ouyang Huazai's usually tense face suddenly melted, and he said: "I have always thought of myself as extraordinary, but today I realized that I am just a frog in the well! Master's
I have never seen the font, but the artistic conception in this word has only been seen in the hands of the older generation of masters. I lost today, and I am convinced that I lost! Master, I apologize to you for my rudeness before, go back
I will publish a separate Weibo post later to formally apologize to you."
Ouyang Fenghua said in shock: "Oh my god, Dad, you actually lost?" Then he looked at Fang Zheng and said in disbelief: "Little... master, did you start practicing calligraphy from your 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 a monk can’t lie?”
Fang Zheng smiled helplessly and said: "Donor, this is indeed the first time for poor monk to use a writing brush. As for the calligraphy? How about poor monk's calligraphy, poor monk doesn't know. But poor monk has seen really good calligraphy, poor monk's calligraphy.
Compared with it, there is a huge difference! In this case, how can a poor monk have the nerve to say that he can calligraphy?"
Ouyang Fenghua did not speak, but Ouyang Huazai exclaimed: "Master, have you ever seen a better word?"
Fang Zheng nodded: "Monks don't lie."
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 can I have a look at the characters below?"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly in his heart and looked at it? He didn't know where to look! How could he show it to Ouyang Huazai?
So Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "This word is called Dragon Buddha Document, which was created by my Buddha when he saw the divine dragon flying in the sky. This word Lingjiu Novel Network, the poor monk has only met once, and the donor 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? How could it be a one-time relationship?"
"What little master? Call me master!" Ouyang Huazai scolded.
Ouyang Fenghua pouted and said, "He is obviously just a little... master..."
"Those who are successful come first, how can you judge someone by their age?" Ouyang Huazai scolded with a straight face.
Ouyang Fenghua reluctantly shouted: "Master..."
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and returned the courtesy. As for Ouyang Fenghua's question, he just shook his head and said nothing. He didn't want to lie to avoid being struck by lightning.
When Ouyang Huazai heard this, he looked disappointed and saluted: "Since the master refuses to say it, I won't force it." After saying that, he looked at Jiang Songyun, whose face was ashen, and said with a bitter smile: "What I just wanted to say is
, sentence me to lose. But Brother Jiang...hey."
After saying that, Ouyang Huazai took out a bank card and handed it to Jiang Songyun: "This contains most of my savings, including one million. The password is 959542."
After saying that, 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 finally over.
Song Ergou said angrily: "The real owner has admitted defeat, Old Man Jiang, why don't you admit it?"
Jiang Songyun snorted coldly, threw his bank card to Wu Changxi, and said, "You win! I'm satisfied this time! Can't you give others some room?"
After saying that, Jiang Songyun strode away quickly.
When they got down the mountain, Jiang Songyun cursed directly: "Who deflated my tire?!..."
Seeing this, people from other calligraphy associations also dispersed. Especially the members of the calligraphy association in Songwu County could no longer stand the cold and hurried down the mountain.
"Ah! What did you do before? Why didn't you think about leaving some room for the master before? If you suffer a loss, you need some room. Oh, what the hell!" The fat man looked at Jiang Songyun's back and cursed.
"Master, are you lucky enough to be able to learn this Dragon Buddha text?" At this time, Sun Xianying came to Fangzheng and asked a little embarrassedly.
"Oh, Senior Sun, you are too polite to say this? I don't know who helped Jiang Songyun praise Ouyang Huazai just now, and also deliberately blew the whistle." The fat man mocked.
Sun Changying's face turned red, and she bowed to Fang Zheng and said, "I was indeed wrong just now. Please don't take offense, Master."
Fangzheng returned the courtesy and said: "You are too polite, old man. How can a poor monk teach others if he is not good at learning? 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. Why don't you come here again?
, doesn’t it mean that the Sa family will starve to death? What’s more, the Sa family holds a grudge!
Sun Xianying reluctantly said goodbye and left, but she felt a little unwilling in her heart.
These people have all gone down the mountain, and Wang Yougui, the village chief, naturally followed them down to take care of them. Although these people are not good, they still have to count on whether the village can become famous.
The other villagers looked at Fang Zhengze with admiration, praised him one after another, and then dispersed.
When these people dispersed, Fatty, Monkey, and Wu Changxi immediately came up to them and said with a smile: "Master, congratulations!"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "How happy are these donors? This competition must not happen again in the future."
This was what Fang Zheng was thinking. After these people arrived, the temple became noisy and noisy, which was really tiring. Moreover, he was really not good at dealing with people. When there were many people, he became a little confused.
Wu Changxi was also rushing to the shelves this time. He didn't say hello to Fang Zheng before and after the incident, but when he saw that Fang Zheng didn't mean to be angry, he breathed a sigh of relief. He repeatedly promised that it would never happen again in the future!
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