Fangzheng ignored Pancake Face and said to Wang Yougui, "Uncle Wang, I haven't been in school for long. I've heard of this poem before, but I haven't been in school for so many years that I've long forgotten it. If I don't check it, what do you want me to write? "
Wang Yougui was stunned. Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin were stunned. Jiang Songyun and Sun Guanying were stunned.
When everyone heard this, they were collectively dumbfounded. Then, there was a commotion!
"This guy actually doesn't know how to recite" Remembrance of My Charms of the Crimson Cliff "? Haha … How many days has he actually studied? "
"You haven't even finished your studies and you still want to pretend to be a scholar? Wahaha … "
"You want to pretend to be a great calligrapher with that? Haha … Isn't this lowering the threshold for us calligraphers too much? You're really something. "
"This … is really a farce! What a disgrace! " Sun Guanying sighed. Regardless, One Finger Temple was part of Songwu County. Fangzheng's humiliation was embarrassing to him as well.
Jiang Songyun did not even have the mood to criticize Fangzheng. Instead, he said sympathetically, "This punk is really … Forget it. I can't be bothered to say more."
With Fangzheng saying so, what else could Wang Yougui say? All he could do was wait by the side.
But at this moment, whether it was Wang Yougui, Dog Song, or the other villagers, all of them were stunned. Even Fatty and Monkey began to doubt if Fangzheng could win. Wu Changxi, who was certain that Fangzheng would win, felt a little worried. Words that he had never written before compared to words that he had practiced for a long time were definitely different.
Ouyang Fenghua had been practicing calligraphy for many years, and "Remembering Your Charm – Remembrance of the Tale of the Crimson Cliff" was a famous work. She had written it countless times.
As for Fangzheng, he hadn't even read it a few times, much less written it! Under such circumstances, even if he had a good foundation, points would still be deducted.
With such a comparison, Wu Changxi was a little worried. If he lost, he would lose one million! He had a feeling that he was going to die, and his heart was in a mess, making him restless.
Fangzheng carefully looked at the poem on the plaque and memorized it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He discovered that he had actually memorized all of them in an instant!
"Good fellow, as expected, his comprehension ability has greatly increased! Heh heh, I didn't eat the Crystal Rice for nothing, and I didn't read the Buddhist scriptures for nothing. Good! If I had this thing back then, I would have beaten the entire county. My old man would have laughed so hard that his teeth would fall off. " Fangzheng's heart warmed when he thought of Zen Master One Finger. The mockery of the people outside became unimportant.
Picking up the brush, Fangzheng was stunned once again. He knew how to use a brush, but how was he to grind the ink? I don't know!
Everyone saw Fangzheng finally pick up his brush. He was prepared to begin! All of a sudden, everyone became spirited. Whether it was those who wanted to watch a show or those who had a little bit of hope, they all stretched their necks, waiting to see what the little monk would write.
In the end, Fangzheng held the brush and fell into a daze. Everyone was dumbfounded. What was this fellow up to this time?
Wu Changxi, who had been restless for a long time, immediately stepped forward and asked, "Master, that … why don't you write?"
Fangzheng said with a bitter smile, "This … How do I grind the ink?"
Wu Changxi almost fainted. He asked subconsciously, "Master, have you never written calligraphy before? You've never ground ink before? "
Fangzheng said frankly, "To be honest, this is my first time seeing a brush."
Puff!
Monkey, who had been relatively unperturbed, spewed out a mouthful of water when he heard that. He exclaimed, "What? Master, you have never used a brush before? "
Seeing Fangzheng nod, Monkey's heart immediately turned cold! He was the one who had paid the million! Although a million was not a particularly large number to him, he still felt the pinch!
Jiang Songyun and company were rendered even more speechless. The monk that Wu Changxi had praised to the heavens had never used a brush before! Was … Was there even a need to compete? Everyone knew that a brush was different from a ballpoint pen. Not everyone could just pick it up and write. The weight of the brush determined the thickness of the strokes and so on … Whether one could write well or not depended on whether one knew how to use a brush or not. This was an absolute factor!
Jiang Songyun could not even be bothered to mock Fangzheng. Instead, he said sympathetically, "This young monk, seriously … If he doesn't know how to write with a brush, what's the point of competing?"
An idea came to Wu Changxi as he exclaimed, "Master, you are good at writing in the snow. You can write in the snow!"
"Wu Changxi, one writes in the snow while the other writes on paper. How can there be any comparison? What's fair? It's to determine the victor when the conditions are the same. Furthermore, be it internationally or domestically, which competition is about writing in the snow to determine whose calligraphy is better? "Jiang Songyun decisively rejected the idea. In his eyes, Ouyang Huazai was definitely going to win. The young monk had no chance of winning at all. He did not want to waste his efforts to stir up any more trouble.
The others spoke up as well. Wu Changxi's suggestion was immediately suppressed.
"What do we do? Old Wu, it's fine if Master doesn't know how to use a brush, but he doesn't know how to grind ink. That will be troublesome. Without ink, how is he to write? "said Monkey.
"What's so difficult about grinding ink? I'll do it! "Fatty rolled up his sleeves and was about to charge forward when Wu Changxi pulled Fatty back." Have you ever grinded ink before? "
Fatty rolled his eyes. "In this day and age, who would use a brush to write for no reason? Even if they wanted to write, they would use ink. I haven't grinded it before, but isn't it just grinding? How difficult can it be? "
"You … You are truly fearless because you are ignorant! Grinding ink is very particular. It's easy to spoil it with too much force. The angle is wrong and it's easy to spoil it. Too much water will result in shallow words. Too little water will result in thick words. Regardless, the words written will be greatly discounted! If not, why do you think Ouyang Huazai got his daughter to grind the ink? And not get someone else to grind the ink? The person who grinds the ink has to be proficient. Secondly, they have to understand the habits of the writer and know the changes in the depth of the ink. Thirdly, and most importantly, it has to be someone trustworthy! "reprimanded Wu Changxi.
Fatty and Monkey were dumbfounded. With that being said, they really did not dare to do it. Monkey said, "Wu Changxi, you do it."
Wu Changxi said with a wry smile, "I'm only an expert with words. I have never studied it … A million. I don't dare do it."
Fangzheng was also extremely vexed. He held the ink block, unsure of how to proceed. He had heard what Wu Changxi had said. He originally thought that he could just grind it, but now, he could not bring himself to do it. The Dragon Buddha Epithet only taught him how to use various brushes to write, but it did not teach him how to grind ink!
"Let me do it." At that moment, a person came in front of Fangzheng.
Fangzheng looked up and was surprised. It was Jing Yan!
"Little Monk, I'm telling you beforehand that I don't think highly of you. Also, you dared release the wolf to bite me. I'll remember this grudge for life! I didn't come out to help you. It's just that this crappy mountain of yours is too cold. I don't want to play with you. Quickly finish it and everything will be fine. Therefore, it's up to you if you want me to grind the ink. "Jing Yan looked up and said with a hint of arrogance.
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