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Song Ergou followed up and shouted: "This is already the largest, smoothest, and cleanest table I can find."

Fangzheng said helplessly: "Well, if the poor monk writes, he can write anywhere. This desk is a good desk..."

"It's okay if you think it's okay, that, that...do you think it's okay? If it's okay, hurry up. No, there's nothing to change." Song Ergou barked.

Ouyang Huazai didn't even look at Song Ergou, he patted the table, and said humanely to Yang Ping: "Yes, everyone has worked hard."

The table was ready, people from the village also came, and the scene became more lively, but some people were not happy, and that was the people from the Calligraphy Association. Because Song Ergou knew that these people were from Ouyang Huazai's side, so he immediately led the villagers to play his hooligan style and made fun of him. Comparing the length of pants with this one for a while, and comparing hairstyles with that one for a while, I almost scolded a group of literati.

On the other hand, Wang Yougui, Tan Juguo, Jiang Songyun and others set up the competition venue, while Cai Fang, Jing Yan and others set up the cameras. The competition was held in such a hasty manner in the midst of ice and snow.

Fangzheng originally planned to help, but he was rejected. In Jiang Songyun's words, they did it, so don't worry.

Fangzheng rolled his eyes, compared to calligraphy, how could he cheat?

Fangzheng was also happy to relax, just watching from the side.

As a result, a little girl came over, looked at Fangzheng curiously, and asked, "You really know how to write?"

Fangzheng looked at the little girl, nodded and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, the poor monk can't write."

"Uh...then, then you still compare calligraphy with my father?" The little girl was Ouyang Fenghua, and she looked at Fangzheng in a daze.

Fangzheng was stunned. He didn't expect this girl to be the daughter of his opponent, but one size counts. He wouldn't be cold-hearted to Ouyang Fenghua, so he just smiled lightly: "The poor monk's word is too ugly, I'm really embarrassed to take it." Come out and say you can write."

Fangzheng said this very calmly, he had seen the real Longfo script, it was Buddha's calligraphy, that kind of majestic feeling, that was shocking! Compared with Buddha's handwriting, his handwriting is not as good-looking as a piece of shit.

Ouyang Fenghua saw Fangzheng's words so calmly, he really believed it, shook his head slightly and said, "Your handwriting is so bad, why are you still ashamed to hype it up? Hey... To be honest, I don't like you. My father is a famous calligrapher in the city. , The calligraphy competition in the city has won the first place several times! There are hundreds of students..."

Ouyang Fenghua murmured many things about Ouyang Fenghua's excellent calligraphy, while Fang Zheng listened with a smile the whole time.

He doesn't know if he can win, but he just wants to have fun anyway, how boring this winter is! As for winning or losing? It's good to win, but it's good to have a reputation. It doesn't matter if you lose, he's a great calligrapher, but he's just an unknown little monk, who would laugh at him? Even if it was a joke, Fangzheng didn't know it. Would the other party still run to the gate of the temple and scold him for failing?

What Ouyang Fenghua said was cool. A calligrapher from the Heishan City Writers Association came over and said, "Fenghua, don't tell him. What does a monk in a small temple know about calligraphy? If he wins, I'll give it to you." The table is eaten!"

Fangzheng glanced at this person. This person is not tall, about 1.7 meters, with an average appearance, but he has an air of arrogance. This arrogance was not only aimed at Fang Zheng, but even when looking at the members of Songwu County Writers Association. Obviously he looks down on people from small places at all, this is a master who is proud and has a passive skill of ridicule.

Fangzheng smiled slightly and said nothing, but he remembered what this person said.

Ouyang Fenghua smiled and said: "Liang Yukuan, you said this yourself, don't regret it then."

"Man, do what you say!" Liang Yukuan said confidently, and then Fang Zheng said: "Little monk, if I were you, I would close the door and not participate in this competition. Losing is strong."

The mud bodhisattva is still angry, let alone a young man with a strong blood? Fangzheng smiled slightly and said, "There is no need for the benefactor to worry, the benefactor should prepare some Jianweixiaoshi tablets."

"I have a good stomach, what do I need that for?" Liang Yukuan asked back before he could react.

Fangzheng smiled without saying a word, but Ouyang Fenghua laughed and pulled Liang Yukuan away.

Soon, the preparations for the competition were over, and Jiang Songyun, as the president of the Black Mountain Calligraphy Association, was naturally qualified to be the referee. As a veteran and the president of the Calligraphy Association of Songwu County, Sun Ziying is also qualified to be a referee.

As for the others, they are all watching the fun.

Fang Zheng didn't care about such a referee system. Although the fat man objected, it was useless. There is a specialization in the art industry, and no one else can be the referee.

While talking, Fangzheng and Ouyang Huazai were brought to the table. Sure enough, rice paper had already been spread on the table, pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all put away.

On Ouyang Huazai's side, Cui Jin was in charge of grinding the ink, and Ouyang Huazai stood proudly with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, as if he no longer saw anyone but himself.

Seeing this scene, many people nodded secretly, commenting: "As expected of a calligraphy master in the city, every move, this demeanor is really extraordinary. It's quite a bit, the feeling of being too cold at a high place."

"It's too cold at the heights. We can't say that. After all, there are better masters than Mr. Ouyang. But here, no one can match it, it's true."

"Hey, I just want to know if the little monk will have the courage to continue writing after seeing Mr. Ouyang's words."

"It is estimated that Mr. Ouyang will have to admit defeat if he loses a fortune."

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Everyone said they were muttering, but in fact their voices were quite loud. Both Fang Zheng and Ouyang Huazai could hear them clearly. Logically speaking, it is taboo to be noisy when writing calligraphy. But Jiang Songyun, the referee, didn't intend to stop it. Instead, he looked indifferent, as if he didn't hear it. Sun Xiying frowned, hesitated to speak several times, and finally said nothing.

Fangzheng didn't know calligraphy. Seeing this scene, his heart was slightly chilled: "These people can't treat a small calligraphy competition fairly. With such a state of mind, it would be a ghost if there is a master. No wonder there is no master in Huaxia. It's really sick!"

However, Fangzheng was not affected, there was no gain or loss, and naturally there was no pressure. He stood there quietly and waited quietly for the start of the competition.

Fangzheng has a moon-white monk's robe on his body. The moon-white monk's robe can magnify his own good attitude and temperament. His heart is peaceful, and the temperament of the whole person standing there is completely different from Ouyang Huazai!

Ouyang Huazai is sharp-edged, while Fang Zheng is neutral and peaceful. Anyone who sees him will subconsciously feel peaceful, with a kind of comfort and peace from the heart.