Dog Song hurriedly exclaimed, "This is already the biggest, smoothest and cleanest table we can find."
Fangzheng said helplessly, "About that, if This Penniless Monk were to write, any place would do. This table is a good table … "
"If you think it's good, then it's good. That … Who's that? Do you think it's good? If it's good, hurry up. If it's not good, there's nothing else to change, "shouted Dog Song.
However, Ouyang Huazai did not even look at Dog Song. He patted the table and said to Yang Ping and company, "It's good. Thank you for your hard work."
The table was prepared and the villagers arrived. The scene turned even more lively. However, some people were unhappy. They were the people from the Calligraphy Association. This was because Dog Song knew that these people were on Ouyang Huazai's side. He immediately led the villagers and showcased his hooligan style by teasing them. One moment, he would compare the length of one's pants, and the next moment, he would compare hairstyles. It infuriated the bunch of scholars to the point of cursing.
On the other side, Wang Yougui, Tan Juguo, Jiang Songyun, and the others were setting up the competition venue. Cai Fang, Jing Yan, and the others were setting up the cameras. The competition was held in a hurry in this world of ice and snow.
Fangzheng had planned on helping but was rejected. In Jiang Songyun's words, everyone would be at ease if they did it.
Fangzheng rolled his eyes. It was just a competition of calligraphy. How could he cheat?
Fangzheng was happy to be free as he watched by the side.
A young girl came over and sized up Fangzheng curiously. She asked, "Do you really know how to write?"
Fangzheng looked at the girl and nodded, "Amitabha. Patron, This Penniless Monk does not know how to write."
"Uh … Then, then why are you competing with my father in calligraphy?" The girl was none other than Ouyang Fenghua. She looked at Fangzheng in a daze.
Fangzheng was surprised. He never expected the girl to be his rival's daughter. However that was a different matter. He did not need to give Ouyang Fenghua the cold shoulder. He only said with a faint smile, "This Penniless Monk's calligraphy is too ugly. I'm really embarrassed to say that I know how to write."
Fangzheng said this very calmly. He had seen the real Dragon Buddha Epithet. It was Buddha's calligraphy. The majestic feeling was what was called shocking! Compared to Buddha's calligraphy, his calligraphy was not as good as a pile of shit.
Ouyang Fenghua believed Fangzheng when she saw how calm Fangzheng was. She shook her head slightly and said, "Your handwriting is so bad. How do you have the nerve to sensationalize it? Sigh … To be honest, I'm not optimistic about you. My father is a famous calligrapher in the city. He has won first place in the city's calligraphy competition several times! There are already hundreds of students … "
Ouyang Fenghua grumbled about how impressive Ouyang Fenghua's calligraphy was while Fangzheng listened with a chuckle the entire time.
He didn't know if he could win, but he just wanted to have fun. It was so boring in the middle of winter! As for winning or losing? It would be good if he won. He would gain fame. It didn't matter even if he lost. The other party was a great calligrapher while he was just a nameless monk. Who would laugh at him? Even if it was a joke, Fangzheng had no idea. Would the other party run to the entrance of the temple to scold him?
Just as Ouyang Fenghua was having a great time, a calligrapher from Black Mountain City's Writers' Association walked over and said, "Fenghua, don't bother him. How could a monk from a small temple know calligraphy? If he wins, I'll eat the table! "
Fangzheng shot a glance at the person. He wasn't tall, about 1.7 meters tall. His looks were average, but he had an air of arrogance about him. This air of arrogance was not only directed at Fangzheng, but also at the people from Songwu County's Writers' Association. Clearly, he looked down on people from small places. He was a proud person who had the passive ability to mock others.
Fangzheng smiled and did not say a word. However, he remembered the person's words.
However, Ouyang Fenghua said with a smile, "Liang Yukuan, you said it yourself. Don't go back on your word when the time comes."
"As a man, I am a man of my word!" Liang Yukuan said confidently. Then he said to Fangzheng, "Little Monk, if I were you, I would close the door and not participate in this competition. Although there will be a bad reputation for skipping the competition, it's better than losing. "
Even a clay Bodhisattva would have a temper, much less a hot-blooded young lad. Fangzheng said with a smile, "Patron, there's no need to worry. Patron, it's best you prepare some digestive tablets."
"My stomach is fine. Why would I need that?" Liang Yukuan did not react in time as he returned with a question.
Fangzheng smiled without a word. Ouyang Fenghua laughed and pulled Liang Yukuan away.
Soon, the preparations for the competition were completed. As the president of Black Mountain City's Calligraphy Association, Jiang Songyun was naturally qualified to be the referee. Sun Guanying was a senior as well as the president of Songwu County's Calligraphy Association. He was similarly qualified to be the referee.
As for the others, they were just there to watch the buzz.
Fangzheng did not mind such a referee system. Although Fatty had objections, it was useless. Everyone had their own specialties. No one else could be the referee.
As they spoke, Fangzheng and Ouyang Huazai were brought in front of a table. Indeed, there was Xuan paper spread out on the table. Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were all placed there.
On Ouyang Huazai's side, Cui Jin was in charge of grinding the ink. Ouyang Huazai stood proudly with his hands behind his back. He looked up into the sky, as though he did not see anyone but himself in his eyes.
Upon seeing this scene, many people secretly nodded and commented, "As expected of a calligraphy master in the city. His every action and bearing are indeed extraordinary. It does give off the feeling that it's lonely at the top. "
"It's lonely at the top. You can't say that. After all, there are masters who write better than Mr. Ouyang. But it's true that no one here can beat him. "
"Hehe, I want to know if that young monk will have the courage to continue writing when he sees Mr. Ouyang's words."
"I reckon that once Mr. Ouyang finishes his stroke, he will admit defeat."
…
Although the crowd was mumbling, their voices were not soft. Fangzheng and Ouyang Huazai could hear them clearly. Logically speaking, it was taboo to be noisy while writing calligraphy. However, Jiang Songyun had no intention of stopping them. Instead, he wore an indifferent expression as though he had not heard anything. Sun Guanying frowned and hesitated a few times. Eventually, he did not say a word.
It was not that Fangzheng did not know calligraphy. When he saw this scene, his heart turned slightly cold. "It's just a small calligraphy competition and these people can't even treat it fairly. With such a state of mind, it would be a miracle if a master came out. It's no wonder China has no masters. Suffering from a mental illness is the true illness! "
However, Fangzheng was not affected. He did not gain or lose, so he naturally did not feel any pressure. He stood there quietly, waiting for the competition to begin.
Fangzheng wore the White Lunar Monk Robe. It could amplify his good state of mind and bearing. His heart was calm, and the bearing he exuded while standing there was completely different from Ouyang Huazai!
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