Chapter 81 Who Will Grind? 【Favorites】

Fangzheng ignored Dabinglian, but said to Wang Yougui, "Uncle Wang, I have only been in school for a short time, and I have heard of this poem before, but I haven't gone to school for so many years, so I have long forgotten it. If you don't check it out, what did you ask me to write?" ah?"

Wang Yougui was stunned, Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin were stunned, Jiang Songyun was stunned, Sun Yiying was stunned...

When everyone heard this, they were collectively dumbfounded, and then coaxed the frying pan to explode!

"This guy can't recite Nujiao and Chibi nostalgia? Haha... How many days has he been studying?"

"You don't even understand the book, and you still want to pretend to be a writer? Wahaha..."

"Just want to pretend to be a great calligrapher? Haha... This also lowers the entry threshold for us calligraphers too low? It's really good enough."

"This... is really a farce! It's shameful!" Sun Yuying sighed, anyway, One Finger Temple belongs to Songwu County, Fangzheng is ashamed, and he also feels ashamed.

Jiang Songyun didn't even feel like complaining about Fangzheng, but instead said sympathetically, "This kid is really... that's all, I don't want to talk about it."

After Fangzheng said that, what else could Wang Yougui say, he could only go and wait.

But at this moment, whether it is Wang Yougui, Song Ergou, or other villagers. Even Fatty and Monkey began to doubt whether Fangzheng could win. Wu Changxi, who firmly believed that Fangzheng would win, was also a little worried. Compared with the handwriting that he had never written before, there must be a gap between the handwriting that he has practiced.

Ouyang Fenghua has practiced calligraphy hard for many years, and "Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgia" is even more famous, and he has written it countless times.

Looking at Fangzheng again, let alone wrote it, he didn't even read it a few times! In this case, even if the foundation is good, points will be deducted.

After such a comparison, Wu Changxi was also a little worried. If he loses, it will be a million dollars! He had a terrible feeling, and his heart was even more restless, fidgeting.

Fangzheng carefully looked at all the poems on the Cipai, remembered them in his heart, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He discovered that he had memorized them all at once!

"Good guy, sure enough, my understanding has greatly increased! Hehe, eating crystal rice is not free, and Buddhist scriptures are not read for nothing, okay! If there was this thing back then, the grades would not beat the whole county, and the old man would lose his teeth laughing. "Fangzheng thought of Zen Master Yizhi, and his heart warmed. The cynicism of those people outside became unimportant instead.

Picking up the brush, Fangzheng was stunned again, he knew how to use the brush, but how to grind the ink? Sajia can't!

Everyone saw that Fangzheng had finally picked up the brush, and he was about to start working! Immediately, all of them regained their energy. Whether they wanted to watch a show or held a little hope, they all stretched their necks, waiting to see what ghostly symbols this little monk could write.

In the end, Fangzheng stood in a daze with the brush in his hand, and everyone was stunned again. What kind of trouble is this guy going to do?

Wu Changxi, who had been fidgeting for a long time, immediately stepped forward and asked, "Master, why don't you write that?"

Fangzheng smiled bitterly and said, "This...why do you grind ink?"

Wu Changxi fainted immediately, and subconsciously asked, "Master, have you never written with a brush before? Have you ever sharpened ink?"

Fangzheng said calmly, "To be honest, this is the first time I've seen a brush."

puff!

The monkey, who has always been relatively calm, sprayed a sip of water into a colorful rainbow when he heard it, and shouted: "What? Master, have you never used a brush before?"

Seeing Fangzheng nodding his head, Monkey's heart suddenly turned cold! This million was paid by him! Although one million is not a particularly big number for him, it still hurts!

Jiang Songyun and the others were even more speechless. The monk in front of him who was blown away by Wu Changxi had never used a brush before! This... is this worth comparing? Everyone knows that a brush is not a ballpoint pen, and not everyone can take it and write. The priority of writing with a brush determines the thickness of the strokes of the text, etc... Whether the text can be written well, and whether you can use a brush, play an absolute role. Sex works!

Jiang Songyun didn't bother to laugh at Fangzheng anymore, instead he said with some sympathy: "This little monk really...can't write with a brush, what's more?"

Wu Changxi had an idea and shouted: "Master is good at writing on snow, you can write on snow!"

"Wu Changxi, one is written on snow and the other is written on paper. Is it comparable? What is fairness? It means that under the same conditions, the winner will be determined. Besides, whether it is international or domestic, which competition Is it to write on the snow to decide whose handwriting is better?" Jiang Songyun refused decisively, and Ouyang Huazai had already won in his eyes. This little monk has no chance of winning at all, he doesn't want to bother to make any fools.

Others also spoke one after another, and Wu Changxi's proposal was immediately suppressed.

"What should I do? Old Wu, it's fine if the master doesn't know how to use a brush, but if he doesn't know how to grind ink, it's troublesome. How do you write without ink?" the monkey said.

"What's so difficult about grinding ink? I'll go!" The fat man rolled up his sleeves and was about to put it on. Wu Changxi grabbed the fat man and said, "Have you ever grinded it?"

The fat man rolled his eyes: "In this day and age, who is free to write with a brush? Even if they write, they use ink. I haven't used a grinder before, but isn't it just a grinder? How difficult can it be?"

"You...you are really ignorant and fearless! The ink is very particular about grinding. If the force is too strong, it will easily break, and if the angle is wrong, it will easily break. If there is too much water, the writing will be shallow, and if the water is too little, the writing will be thick. No matter what, The words written will be greatly reduced! Otherwise, why do you think Ouyang Huazai asked his daughter to grind ink? Instead of letting others grind ink? The person who grinds ink must first be proficient, and second, he must understand the habits of the writer , know the depth and change of ink, the third most important thing is someone you can trust!" Wu Changxi reprimanded.

Both the fat man and the monkey were dumbfounded, they really didn't dare to go up now, the monkey said, "Wu Changxi, go up."

Wu Changxi smiled wryly and said, "I'm just a connoisseur of words, and I haven't studied it yet... One million, I dare not go for it."

Fangzheng was also extremely distressed, holding the ink stick, he didn't know what to do. He heard what Wu Changxi said, and he thought it would be enough to grind it casually, but now he can't do it anymore. The Longfo document only taught him how to write with various pens, but didn't teach him how to sharpen ink!

"Let me do it." At this moment, a person came to Fang.

Fangzheng looked up and was astonished, it turned out to be Jing Yan!

"Little monk, I told you in advance that I don't like you. In addition, if you dare to let the wolf bite me, I will remember you for the rest of my life! I came out to help you, but you are too cold in this broken mountain." , I don’t want to play with you anymore. Hurry up and finish the job, everything will be fine. So, it’s up to you whether you let me grind this ink.” Jing Yan raised her head and said with a bit of arrogance.

"Master, don't let her grind ink, ink grinding is too important! If she intends to play tricks, you will definitely lose!" Wu Changxi shouted.