Jing Yan shot a disdainful glance at Wu Changxi before looking provocatively at Fangzheng, "Little Monk, do you dare?"
When Chen Jing saw this scene, he could not help but chuckle inwardly. "Jing Yan did it beautifully. If she had just randomly messed things up, this monk would definitely have lost. Haha … When that happens, he would really become a joke! You dare to release a wolf to bite me? I'll ruin your reputation! "
Jiang Songyun, Cui Jin, Ouyang Fenghua, and company looked nervously at Fangzheng. However, no one believed that Fangzheng would let Jing Yan grind the ink. After all, the implications were too great.
However …
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and smiled faintly. "Patron, thank you."
As soon as these words came out, the crowd burst into an uproar!
"Is this monk mad?"
"This …"
Jing Yan was taken aback as well. She had no intention of helping Fangzheng grind the ink. All she did was take the opportunity to provoke him. After all, she refused to believe that Fangzheng would dare use her to grind the ink.
But Fangzheng actually agreed! His promise caught her off guard!
Little did she know that Fangzheng was doing it out of helplessness. Apart from Jing Yan, no one else could help. Therefore, he could only try his best. Besides, Fangzheng did not believe that Jing Yan would publicly scam him in front of so many people. If that happened, it wouldn't be Fangzheng who would be embarrassed but Jing Yan. With Jing Yan's arrogant temper, she probably couldn't bear to lose face.
Jing Yan stared at Fangzheng and when she saw that he was really willing to let her grind the ink, she glared at him unhappily before lowering her head to grind the ink.
She dipped the ink into the water and began to rub it gently. The ink was spinning smoothly in her hand, and the water quickly turned black …
At the same time, cries of surprise could be heard from the other side!
"Good writing!"
"Mr. Ouyang, your handwriting is really good! So beautiful! "
"Perfect!"
"Beautiful!"
Jing Yan frowned and subconsciously looked over. She saw that Ouyang Huazai had finished writing and had put down his brush. The Xuan paper had been picked up by Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin, and they were displaying it! The words on it were like wild grass, but they also carried a kind of crazy, grand artistic conception, and even had a bit of ancient meaning! With just a glance, one would subconsciously read the poem. Their hearts would surge with an infinite yearning for the great ancient era, and their blood would surge! What a beautiful piece of calligraphy!
Jiang Songyun slapped the table and stood up, shouting, "Good calligraphy! Good writing! Good writing! Haha … Congratulations, Mr. Ouyang. You will definitely shine in this year's National Calligraphy Conference! "
"Thank you for your auspicious words, President Jiang." Ouyang Huazai did not stand on ceremony and directly accepted Jiang Songyun's compliments. Clearly, he had absolute confidence in his words! As for Fangzheng? Ouyang Huazai did not even look at Fangzheng from beginning to end. As arrogant as he was, he never treated Fangzheng as a competitor. The moment he finished writing, he was absolutely confident in the outcome of this battle. He would definitely win!
It was not only Ouyang Huazai. Jiang Songyun, Sun Guanying, and the other members of the Calligraphy Association shared the same opinion.
However, some people were unhappy. Fatty shouted, "All of you, shut up!"
"Friend, what are you doing?" Jiang Songyun asked with some displeasure.
Fatty sneered, "What are you doing? Who was the one who said that loud noises were not allowed during the competition to affect the contestants? What? The words I just said are now farts? "
Monkey immediately added, "The main point is that you can suck back the fart that comes out of your mouth. That's true ability! Impressive! "
Jiang Songyun's face immediately blushed. He was the one who had reprimanded Fangzheng, but now he was being reprimanded. He was immediately left speechless and speechless.
At this moment, Pancake Face said, "Tch! Mr. Ouyang's writing is art! This monk doesn't even know how to use a brush, so how can he write? What's the point of being quiet? Do you think he can win? "
With that said, Monkey and Fatty clearly lost their confidence. They did not believe that Fangzheng had any chance of winning.
When Pancake Face saw this, he said proudly, "That's why, if you really care about your face, get this monk to leave quickly. It's not embarrassing if he didn't write it … "
Fatty and Monkey were indignant. When the time came, what he said seemed reasonable, and they did not know how to retort.
Jing Yan took a glance and shook her head slightly. She increasingly did not think highly of the monk in front of her. She could not help but ask, "Little Monk, Mr. Ouyang's calligraphy has the demeanor of a master. In a few more years, he will definitely become a national master. Do you still want to compete in this competition? With all due respect, you have no chance of winning … Oh!? "
When Jing Yan looked at Fangzheng, she was immediately stunned. She saw Fangzheng, who had been looking at her warmly, suddenly have his eyes turn empty. They were like a pool of clear water, clear and translucent! Together with his white White Lunar Monk Robe, his white skin and bald head, and the white snowy scenery around him, he exuded a baffling divine aura!
Pancake Face was still sucking up to Ouyang Huazai, while Jiang Songyun was praising Ouyang Huazai's calligraphy with Sun Guanying. The villagers could not understand it, and seeing everyone criticizing Fangzheng, they felt upset. Regardless, Fangzheng was still one of them! Therefore, many villagers began to bicker with the people from the Calligraphy Association. Both sides engaged in a heated debate, but no one paid attention to Fangzheng's changes.
Only Monkey, Fatty, and Wu Changxi, who had been staring intently at Fangzheng, noticed his changes. Seeing Fangzheng suddenly turn extremely empty, the trio's hearts tightened. Although they did not know calligraphy, Fangzheng's feeling made the trio feel a baffling sense of hope!
At that moment, Fangzheng moved. He lowered his brush and dipped it into the ink that Jing Yan had ground. The next moment, the brush fell!
At that instant, Monkey, Fatty, Wu Changxi, and Jing Yan felt like they saw a bolt of lightning descend from the sky with a boom! The scene in front of them shattered …
The river flowed east, the waves washed away all the heroes of the ages …
Rumble!
The void shattered as the waters of the river seemed to descend from the heavens, piercing through heaven and earth. Amidst the rumbling sounds of the river, one could vaguely see the heroes of the Three Kingdoms period!
To the west of the ancient fortress, people said that it was Zhou Lang's Red Cliff of the Three Kingdoms!
Rocks shot through the sky as the raging waves struck the shore, stirring up a thousand piles of snow!
…
The scene in front of them changed once again. A person appeared by the side of the river, holding a feather fan and a silk handkerchief. He looked valiant, and as he chatted, rocks flew as the raging waves raged. The waves were like white snow as they surged!
Weapons appeared, warships appeared, and fire arrows soared into the sky, dying the world red as the river burned …
The sounds of flames, battle cries, and the clashing of weapons flashed past their eyes! The few of them felt their blood boil as their eyes unknowingly turned red!
But eventually, all these hot-blooded scenes were drowned out by the rumbling sounds of the river. Finally, they were reduced to nothingness, vanishing into the river of history.
However, the shock, regret, and wistfulness in their hearts lingered for a long time. There was a bitter feeling in their hearts that they could not express or express! There was also a sense of loss that came from seeing the heroes of the world perish …
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