MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 80 Master playing with mobile phone [for collection]

After speaking, Ouyang Huayan took a deep breath and calmed down instantly. Then he picked up the writing brush, dipped the ink, shook off his shirt, and wrote it in a frantic way. The words are like wild grass in cursive script. !! As soon as the word came out, watching the lively people at the scene immediately calmed down, watching the words of Ouyang Huaying with all their attention, as if the words had sucked the soul.

The fat man and the monkey also got together, but they did not understand calligraphy, but when looking at the words of Ouyang Huayu, there was a sense of madness blowing through the twelve strong winds, and the chaotic grass dancing with the wind, the feeling was extremely real! The two looked at each other, and even if they did not understand calligraphy, they knew that the word was definitely awesome!

However, the fat man came with a conscience: "What the **** is written like a cockroach, I can't see the word at all ..."

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

As soon as the fat eyes glared, he would approach the theory, but was caught by the monkey. Wu Changxi also whispered a few words: "This is a rule, don't be upset, if you want to help the master, just be quiet."

The fat man then shut up, glanced at Fang Zheng suddenly dumbfounded, and saw that Fang Zheng even took out his mobile phone, playing with it there! Didn't write at all! On the table, the writing brush was still thrown there, and the cap was not removed. As for ink? Did not move!

"****, what is the master doing here? Playing on the phone during the game? I'll take it. Does the master give up?" Cried the fat man subconsciously.

This voice came out, startled everyone, and subconsciously looked at the Founder.

However, Jiang Songyun scolded: "This friend, yell again and again, don't blame me for driving you out!"

The fat man didn't say anything because he knew he was in a bad position.

Jiang Songyun glanced at Ouyang Huayu, only to see that Ouyang Huayu was crazy, his eyes were flushed, as if the whole person was in a state of madness, and the shouting for the fat man was not heard at all! Words such as wind, appear on the paper quickly, one by one, really good!

Seeing this, Sun Wuying, the president of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association on the side, could n’t help but admire: “It ’s everyone! The wind and thunder moved me! I just entered a dozen words and entered the state. , Such a good word, deserves everyone! "

Jiang Songyun also lamented: "Mr. Ouyang's words are really good and better than before! Unfortunately, Mr. Ouyang rarely writes and shows them for everyone to enjoy. If it weren't for Wu Changxi's trouble, I wouldn't know him. The word has already reached the level of a national master! Oh, it seems that this time, I made the right match. Next time, in the National Calligraphy Contest, we in Montenegro will have a hard face. "

Sun Qianying nodded again and again: "Indeed, this time, in the National Calligraphy Contest, we in Heishan will surely shine!"

Jiang Songyun followed and nodded, and his smiling mouth was almost closed. He glanced at the Founder and shook his head slightly. "This monk doesn't know what the **** is going on, playing time, not playing, even playing on the phone. It seems that he is real give up."

Sun Yiying said: "What can you do to get the most out of your favor? I've been fortunate enough to see Mr. Ouyang so well today, and I haven't run away for nothing. This is also his merit."

Jiang Songyun nodded: "It's true. If it weren't for his blind play, we wouldn't have had the luck to see such a feast in words."

Others have noticed this, and have a good discussion.

"Hey, this little monk doesn't write, how do you play with your phone?"

"Haha, presumably knowing that he is not as good as Mr. Ouyang, he voluntarily conceded."

"Mr. Ouyang's words, like the pen of God, are too beautiful and atmospheric! This word, I am afraid that it is the level of a national master?"

"It ’s such a good word. It ’s me, and I will admit defeat. This little monk is also clever, knowing that his words are written in contrast with Mr. Ouyang ’s words, like the same shit, so he wo n’t write them. This is called, there is no contrast , There is no harm! "

"Yeah, don't write, you can still keep a little face. If you write, compare it, hehe ..."

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Ouyang Fenghua heard everyone's discussion and glanced at Founder secretly. Sure enough, she saw that Fang was playing with her mobile phone, shook her head slightly, and said, "I thought this young monk was very fun, and it would be a little different. Now it seems that It ’s just a disciple. It ’s nothing but a falsehood. What a pity that this good skin, the soul has stained the Buddha, how can it be a monk? ”

Jing Yan frowned as she looked at Fang Zheng, and Chen Jing on the side whispered: "This monk is really good enough to play mobile phones during the game. Even the courage of the game is not enough, it is also wasteful."

Jing Yan nodded to Chen Jing for the first time, and said, "Yeah, it's a pity that I thought he could be a little different. Now it seems that he has a little skill, so he wants to make a gimmick. Just a famous bastard! Want to be famous through us? I want to make him famous when I go back! "

After Jing Yan said that, she had wondered how to magnify the dark side of this temple infinitely! She wants to completely stink the temple!

The villagers couldn't understand the characters, but they also knew that Ouyang Fenghua's characters were good-looking, and Fangzheng, who wasn't working on his mobile phone, obviously had some problems. Although the outsiders are big men, everyone must give a high look. However, Founder is a child from his own village, and now he has to suffer, naturally he can't do it one by one.

This is even more true of Wang Yougui. After watching it for a long time, I couldn't help it, and struck me in a stride, angry: "Fang Zheng, what is your kid doing? The game! Don't you know? There is a mood to play on the phone? It ’s not good, so you have to write it! The manly husband can afford to lose, but he ca n’t hide, he ca n’t escape! If he encounters difficulties, run away, what a **** ?! ”

Founder stunned, he escaped? He avoided war? What the **** is this?

"Uncle Wang, I didn't evade the battle." Founder explained.

"Without evading the battle, what mobile phone are you playing here? The mobile phone is for me, and I will return you again after the game." Wang Yougui is about to grab the mobile phone.

Founder quickly shied away and smiled bitterly: "Uncle Wang, don't follow the blindfold. I take a cell phone, it is naturally useful."

"Writing competition, what can you do with a mobile phone?" Wang Yougui called.

"Haha, maybe the master wants to find a good-looking word, copy it." The big pie face on the side cried yin and yang.

"Okay, don't talk to people who haven't half their pants. The wind is so strong and the eggs aren't cold?" Song Ergou immediately killed him, and he almost touched the guy with a big pie face in one sentence and started to do with Song Ergou . However, looking at Song Ergou's second-class temperament, he immediately gave up, and said, "I am a literati, and I can't use force against rough people, it is degrading to Sven ..."