MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 81 Who will grind? [Seeking collection]

Fang Zheng ignored the big pie face, but said to Wang Yougui: "Uncle Wang, I have a short school time, I have heard of this poem, but I have n’t been to school for so many years, I have long forgotten it. If you do n’t check it, what will you let me write? what?"

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

When everyone heard this, they were dumbfounded, and then slammed a fryer!

"This guy doesn't even remember Nu Jiao and Chibi nostalgia? Haha ... how many days did he read?"

"I didn't understand the book, and I wanted to pretend to be a literary hero? Wow ha ha ..."

"Just want to pretend to be a big calligrapher? Haha ... this also pulls down the barriers to entry for our calligraphers too low, isn't it enough?"

"This ... It's a farce! Shame!" Sun Qiaoying sighed. In any case, Yizhi Temple belonged to Songwu County and Founder Shame, he felt shame.

Jiang Songyun even lost the mood of founder, but instead sympathized, "This boy, it's really ... I'm too lazy to talk."

Founder has said so, what can Wang Yougui say, can only go and wait.

But at this moment, whether it is Wang Yougui, Song Ergou, or other villagers. Even fat people and monkeys began to wonder if Founder could win. Wu Changxi, who had always believed that Founder would win, was also a bit worried. Compared with the long-trained words, there was a gap between the words that had never been written and the words that had never been written.

Ouyang Fenghua has practiced calligraphy for many years, and "Nian Nu Jiao, Chibi Nostalgia" is a famous work, and I haven't written it many times.

Look at Founder again, let alone write it, I haven't even read it a few times! In this case, even if the foundation is good, the points must be deducted.

In this comparison, Wu Changxi is also a bit worried. If this is lost, one million! He had a terrible feeling, and his heart was even more upset and restless.

Fang Zheng carefully looked at all the poems of the poem, remembered it in his heart, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He found that he remembered all at once!

"Good guy, sure enough, my understanding has increased greatly! Hehe, the crystal rice is not eaten for nothing, the Buddhist scriptures are not read in vain, okay! If there was such a thing in the year, the grades would not hit the county, and the old man ’s laughing teeth would be lost. Fangzheng thought of a Zen master, who was warm in heart, and the ridicule and irony of those outside, but it became unimportant.

Picking up the writing brush, Fang Zheng held it up again. He would use the writing brush, but how to get the ink brush? Sprinklers can't!

Everyone saw that Founder had finally picked up the writing brush. This was about to start! Suddenly, one by one, no matter whether I wanted to watch a show or hold a little hope, I stretched my neck and waited to see what kind of ghost painting symbol this monk could write.

As a result, Fang Zheng was holding a writing brush in a daze, and the crowd was stunned again. What moth is this guy going to get?

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

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly: "This ... Momo honed?"

Wu Changxi suddenly fainted and asked subconsciously: "Master hasn't written a brush before? Haven't rubbed ink?"

Founder said frankly, "To be honest, I saw a writing brush for the first time."

puff!

The monkey, who had been relatively calm, heard a sip of water and sprayed it into a colorful rainbow, shouting, "What? Master, have you never used a brush before?"

Seeing Fang Zheng nodded, the monkey's heart suddenly became half cold! This million is from him! Although one million is not a particularly large number for him, he is also distressed!

Jiang Songyun and others are even more speechless. The monk who was blown into the sky by Wu Changxi before has never used a brush! This ... does this compare? Everyone knows that a writing brush is not a ballpoint pen, and it is not written by anyone. The priority of the writing brush determines the stroke thickness of the text, etc ... Can the text be written well? The role of sex!

Jiang Songyun is too lazy to laugh at Founder now, but has some sympathy: "This little monk is really ... can't write a word, what is better?"

Wu Changxi was agitated and shouted, "The master is good at writing on snow, he can write on snow!"

"Wu Changxi, one written on snow, one written on paper, is there any comparability? What is fairness, that is, the conditions are the same, the winner and the loser. What's more, international or domestic, whatever It ’s written on Xue, who decides which word is better? ”Jiang Songyun refused decisively, and Ouyang Huazhen was already a winner in his eyes. The little monk had no chance of winning at all, and he didn't want to bother to make any moths.

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

"What to do? Lao Wu, the master doesn't even use a brush, and doesn't grind ink, which is troublesome. Without ink, how to write?" Monkey said.

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

The fat man rolled his eyes: "In this era, who has nothing to write with a brush, even if writing, also uses ink. It hasn't been polished, but isn't it? How hard can it be?"

"You ... you are really ignorant and fearless! Momo is very particular about it, it ’s easy to break when it ’s too strong, it ’s easy to break when the angle is wrong, the words written with more water are shallow, the water is less, the words are thick. No matter what, The words written must be greatly discounted! Otherwise, why do you think Ouyang Huayu wants his daughter to grind the ink? Instead of letting others grind the ink? The person who grinds the ink must be proficient, and the second is to understand the writer's habits Knowing the depth of ink changes, the third most important thing is someone who can be trusted! "Wu Changxi reprimanded.

The fat man and the monkey are dumbfounded, so they really dare not go up, the monkey said; "Wu Changxi, you go up."

Wu Changxi smiled bitterly: "I'm just going to go home and haven't studied ... one million, I dare not go up."

Founder is also extremely distressed, holding ink sticks, do not know how to start. What Wu Changxi said, he heard it. He thought it would be enough to just grind it. Now he can't let go. The Dragon Buddha paper only taught him how to write with various pens, but did not teach him how to grind ink!

"I'll come." Just then, one person came to Fang Front.

Founder looked up, and it turned out that it was Jing Yan!

"Little monk, I told you in advance, I don't like you. In addition, you dare to let the wolf bite me, I will remember you forever! I come out, not to help you, but your mountain is too cold , I don't want to play with you anymore. Hurry up, everything is fine. So, let me let you look at yourself if you don't let me grind. "Jing Yan looked up with a little pride.

"Master, don't let her rub the ink, it's too important! If she has any intentions, you must lose!" Wu Changxi cried.