Chapter 80 Master Playing with Mobile Phone 【Favorite】

After finishing speaking, Ouyang Huazai took a deep breath, calmed down instantly, then picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, threw away his arms, and began to write in a swish, the words were like wild grass blown by a strong wind, just like the wild cursive in cursive script ! As soon as the words came out, the people who watched the excitement immediately fell silent, and looked at Ouyang Huazai's words with full attention, as if their souls had been sucked away by the words.

The fat man and the monkey also approached, but both of them didn't know calligraphy, but looking at Ouyang Huazai's handwriting, there was a kind of insolent feeling of the 12th level wind blowing, and the chaotic grass dancing with the wind, that feeling was extremely real! The two looked at each other, even if they didn't know calligraphy, they knew that this character must be awesome!

But the fat man still said out of conscience: "What the hell, it's written like a cockroach crawling, I can't read the words at all, okay..."

"My friend, this is a calligraphy competition. Please keep quiet and don't disturb the contestants." Jiang Songyun immediately reprimanded.

Fatty stared, and was about to go forward to argue, but was stopped by the monkey, Wu Changxi also whispered a few words: "This is the rule, don't make a fuss, if you want to help Master, please be quiet."

Only then did the fat man shut up, and he glanced at Fangzheng and was dumbfounded, only to see that Fangzheng took out his mobile phone and was playing with it there! No writing at all! On the table, the writing brush was still thrown there, and the cap was not removed. As for the ink? Didn't move!

"Fuck, master, what are you doing now? Playing with your phone during the game? Damn it, is master admitting defeat?" the fat man subconsciously yelled.

When the voice came out, everyone was startled, and they subconsciously looked at Fangzheng.

However, Jiang Songyun scolded angrily: "My friend, if you keep yelling, don't blame me for kicking you out!"

The fat man knew he was wronged, so he kept silent.

Jiang Songyun glanced at Ouyang Huazai, and saw that Ouyang Huazai looked crazy, his eyes were red, as if the whole person had fallen into a state of madness, and he didn't hear the fat man's shout at all! The words are like a strong wind, appearing on the paper quickly, each word is really wonderful!

Seeing this, Sun Zhiying, the president of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association, couldn't help admiring: "As expected of everyone! I can't move when the wind and thunder move me! I entered the state after only writing a dozen or so characters, and the momentum of herringbone blended together. , such a good word, worthy of everyone!"

Jiang Songyun also sighed: "Mr. Ouyang's handwriting is really good, and even better than before! It's a pity that Mr. Ouyang seldom writes for everyone to appreciate these years. If Wu Changxi didn't make such a fuss this time, I wouldn't even know him. The calligraphy has already reached the level of a national master! Hehe, it seems that this time, I was right to promote this competition. Next time, the National Calligraphy Competition, we in Heishan City will make a big face. "

Sun Yuying nodded again and again: "Indeed, this time, in the National Calligraphy Competition, our Heishan City will definitely shine!"

Jiang Songyun followed suit, and his mouth couldn't close his smile. He glanced at Fangzheng, shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't know what the hell this monk is doing. It's time for the game. He's not playing, but he's actually playing with his cell phone. It seems he's real!" give up."

Sun Xiying said: "What kind of skills can a sensationalist do? Forget it, today I am lucky enough to see Mr. Ouyang's good words, and I didn't make a trip in vain. This can be regarded as his merit."

Jiang Songyun nodded and said, "That's true. If it wasn't for his nonsense, we wouldn't be so lucky to see such a feast of words."

Others also noticed this and talked about it.

"Hey, this little monk can't write, why is he playing with his mobile phone?"

"Haha, I guess I knew I was inferior to Mr. Ouyang, so I took the initiative to admit defeat."

"Mr. Ouyang's handwriting is like a magic pen. It is so beautiful and magnificent! This handwriting is probably at the level of a national master, right?"

"Such a good handwriting, if it were me, I would admit defeat. This little monk is also smart. He knows that his handwriting is like a pile of shit when compared with Mr. Ouyang's handwriting, so he didn't write it at all. This is called, there is no comparison. , there is no harm!"

"Yeah, if you don't write it, you can save some face. If you write it, compare it, hehe..."

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Hearing everyone's discussion, Ouyang Fenghua took a peek at Fangzheng. Sure enough, he saw Fangzheng playing with his mobile phone there, shook his head slightly, and said in his heart: "I thought this little monk was very funny, and he would be a little different. Looking at it now, it's also He's just a disciple with nothing more than a superficial appearance. It's a pity that such a good skin has polluted the Buddha's heart, how can he become a monk?"

Jing Yan also frowned and looked at Fangzheng. Chen Jing beside him said in a low voice: "This monk is really good enough. He plays with his mobile phone during the game. He doesn't even have the courage to compete. It's useless."

Jing Yan nodded for the first time in response to Chen Jing's words, and said: "Yeah, it's a pity that he is so skinny. I thought he could be different, but now it seems that he has some skills, so I just want to make some stunts." You are just a famous bastard! Want to use us to become famous? I will make him famous when I go back!"

After Jing Yan finished speaking, she was already thinking about how to magnify the dark side of this temple infinitely! She wants to make this temple completely stink to the end!

The villagers couldn't read, but they also knew that Ouyang Fenghua's handwriting was beautiful, and Fangzheng was playing with his mobile phone without doing his job, so something was obviously wrong. Although the outsiders are all big shots, everyone should take a high look at them. But Fangzheng is a child from his own village, and now that he is going to suffer, naturally everyone is in a hurry.

This is especially true for Wang Yougui. After watching it for a long time, he couldn't bear it any longer. He strode over and said angrily, "Fangzheng, what are you doing? It's a competition! Don't you know? Are you still in the mood to play with your mobile phone? Even your words It doesn’t look good, so you have to write it! A man can afford to lose, but he can’t hide, can’t escape! When you encounter difficulties, you can escape, what kind of thing is this?!”

Fangzheng was stunned, he escaped? He avoids fighting? What is this all about!

"Uncle Wang, I didn't avoid the battle." Fangzheng explained.

"You didn't avoid the battle, what kind of mobile phone are you playing with here? Give me the mobile phone, and I'll return it to you after the game." Wang Yougui pretended to grab the mobile phone.

Fangzheng hurriedly dodged, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Wang, don't just follow me around. It's certainly useful for me to take my mobile phone."

"Writing competition, what's the use of a mobile phone?" Wang Yougui shouted.

"Haha, maybe the master wants to find a better-looking character and copy it." The big pie face next to him shouted with a strange expression.

"Okay, people who don't even have half of their trousers should stop talking, the wind is so strong, isn't it cold?" Song Ergou immediately killed him, and with one sentence, he almost touched the guy who was so full of big cakes and fucked Song Ergou . But looking at Song Ergou's bum temperament, he immediately gave up, thinking: "I'm a literati, I can't use force with rough people, it's an insult to gentlemen..."