The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Jing Yan gave a dismissive glance at Wu Changxi, and then looked at Fangzhengdao provocatively: "Little monk, do you dare?"

Looking at this scene, Chen Jing smiled secretly: "Jing Yan is pretty, if you make a mess, this monk will definitely lose, haha ​​... By that time, it really became a joke! Dare to let the wolf bit me? I make you ruined! "

Jiang Songyun, Cui Jin, Ouyang Fenghua and others all looked at Fang Zheng nervously, but no one thought that Fang Zheng would let Jing Yan rub the ink, after all, this matter is too big.

however……

The Founder folded his hands and smiled indifferently, "Then there is a labor donor."

As soon as this word came out, the audience was uproar!

"This monk is crazy?"

"This……"

Jing Yan also froze. She didn't intend to help Fang Zhengmo at all when she came out, she just took the opportunity to provoke her. Anyway, she didn't believe that Fangzheng dare to use her to rub the ink.

Founder actually agreed! She was caught off guard!

How could she know that Founder was also helpless, except Jing Yan, who couldn't help at all. Therefore, the dead horse can only be used as a living horse doctor, and Founder does not feel that Jing Yan will openly pit him in front of so many people. That way, it's not Fang Zheng's shame, but Jing Yan's shame. Yi Yan, the young lady's proud temper, was afraid she could not bear to lose this person.

Jing Yan stared at Fangzheng, and when Fangzheng was really willing to let her rub the ink, she gave him an unhappy glance, then lowered her head to rub the ink.

Dip into the water a little and lightly grind it. The ink sticks turn smoothly in her hands, and the water quickly becomes dark ...

At the same time, an exclamation sounded on the other side!

"Good word!"

"Mr. Ouyang, really good handwriting! So beautiful!"

"perfect!"

"Pretty!"

Jing Yan frowned, looking subconsciously, and saw that Ouyang Huazhen had finished writing, put down the writing brush, and Xuan paper was picked up by Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin, and it was being displayed! The words above are turbulent, but they have a crazy, atmospheric mood, and they are a bit old-fashioned! At first glance, the reader will subconsciously go to the reader's poems, and my heart is filled with infinite yearning for the ancient era. Really a good word!

Jiang Songyun shot up the case and shouted, "Good words! Good words! Good words! Haha ... Congratulations to Mr. Ouyang on his further progress. This year's National Calligraphy Conference will surely shine!"

"President Xie Jiang Jiyan." Ouyang Huaxi also accepted the words of praise from Jiang Songyun directly. Obviously, he has absolute confidence in his own words! As for Founder? Ouyang Huazhen did not look at Founder from the beginning to the end. He was proud and did not regard Founder as a competitor at all. This battle, the moment he finished writing, he had absolutely confident results, and he won!

Not only Ouyang Huahua, Jiang Songyun, Sun Yiying, and other calligraphy associations also think so.

But someone was unhappy, and the fat man shouted, "Every TM shut up!"

"This friend, what are you doing?" Jiang Songyun asked with a bit of displeasure.

The fat man sneered: "What? I just do n’t know who said it, and the loudness of the game is not allowed to make a loud noise, which affects the contestants! Why? When you say it, it becomes fart?"

The monkey immediately added; "The point is that the fart released from the mouth can still be sucked back. This is the true skill! Admire!"

Jiang Songyun's old face suddenly turned red. He just reprimanded him, but now he was reprimanded back, suddenly dumb and speechless.

At this time, the big cake face said: "Cut! Mr. Ouyang writes, that's art! This monk doesn't even use writing brushes, what talk about writing? What's the use of being quiet? Do you think he can win?"

As soon as this word came out, the monkey and the fat man were obviously out of confidence, and they did not think that Founder had a chance to win.

Seeing this, Da Pan's face proudly said, "So, if you really want to face, let this monk hurry up. If you don't write it, it's not shameful ..."

The fat man and the monkey were not convinced. By then, people seemed to be talking about it, and they did not know how to refute.

After Jing Yan glanced at her, she shook her head slightly, she became even less optimistic about the monk in front of her. Can't help but ask: "Little monk, Mr. Ouyang's character is quite everyone's style, and after a few years of honing, he will become a national master. Can you compare this competition? IMHO, you have nothing at all Hope of winning ... Hmm !? "

When Jing Yan looked at Fangzheng, she suddenly froze, and saw that Fang Heng, who had been looking at her gently, suddenly became clear, like a pool of clear water, clear and transparent! Coupled with the white moon-white monk clothes, white skin, light bald head, white snow around, the whole person exudes an inexplicable sacred atmosphere!

The big pie face is still making Ouyang Huayi's horse ass, Jiang Songyun is pulling Sun Yangying and praises the words written by Ouyang Huayi. The villagers can't understand, seeing everyone singing badly, no matter how they feel, no matter How to say Founder is also his family! As a result, many villagers began to quarrel with the people of these calligraphy associations. The fighting on both sides was extremely lively. As for the changes on the Founder's side, no one paid attention.

Only the monkey, the fat man, and Wu Changxi, who had been staring at Founder, found the founder's change. When Fangzheng suddenly became extremely clear, the hearts of the three were raised at the same time. Although they didn't understand the words, the founder's feeling made the three inexplicably have a glimmer of expectation!

At this moment, Fang Zheng moved, the writing brush dropped, and the ink of Jingyan Mo was stained, and the pen dropped at the next moment!

At that moment, the monkey, the fat man, Wu Changxi, and Jing Yan seemed to see a flash of lightning falling from the sky with a boom! The sight before me is broken ...

Dajiangdong goes, the waves are gone, the eternal lovers ...

Rumble ...

The void was smashed, and the water of the Yangtze River seemed to come up through the sky. In the rumbling sound of the river, I saw the hero of the Three Kingdoms period!

To the west of the old base, humanity is, Mikuni Zhoulang Chibi!

The rocks are running through, the waves are breaking, and thousands of snow are rolled up!

...

The scene in front of a few people changed again. There was one more on the edge of the Yangtze River, a fan-shaped scarf, full of vitality, and laughter, the rocks flying, the waves shaking, the waves boiling like white snow!

Knife soldiers, war ships, rockets vacated, dyeing the sky and the earth, igniting the Yangtze River ...

The sound of flames, shouts of killing, and weapons crashing, the endless figure of Yingjie flashed in front of his eyes! A few people only felt the blood in their bodies, and their eyes became red unconsciously!

However, in the end, all these **** scenes were covered by the rumbling sound of the Yangtze River, and eventually disappeared into nothingness and disappeared into the long history.

But my heart was shocked, regretted, but sighed for a long time. I have so many griefs in my heart, but I ca n’t say it! There is also a sense of loss in the world ...

"Amitabha!"