"Bizarre?"
Seeing the cameraman's face filled with terror, Wan Yunting frowned. He looked at the calligraphy on the ground, bent down, and picked it up for a closer look. He couldn't see anything unusual and asked, "It's normal, how could it be bizarre?"
Just then, Gu Luotang and Huang Yaodong, along with Zhao Yushi and Lin Yushu, also came up. They looked at the calligraphy in his hands. After only about six seconds of staring, they simultaneously felt the bizarre sensation of being stabbed in the throat with a sword. Terrified, Gu Luotang and Huang Yaodong broke out in a cold sweat and retreated, exclaiming, "Brother Yunting, your calligraphy... there really seems to be something wrong with it!"
Wan Yunting immediately put away the calligraphy and turned to look at the pale and frightened Gu Luotang. Huang Yaodong and Lin Yushu also looked terrified. They nodded and trembled, saying, "Just now, it suddenly appeared in my mind that I was stabbed in the throat with a sword, giving me a suffocating feeling!"
Wan Yunting was startled. He opened the calligraphy in his hand again and suddenly thought he understood the problem...
"Alright, everyone, please be quiet."
At this moment, Liu Shuhuai stood up and took the microphone, asking the commotion-stirring crowd to quiet down. Although no one knew what was happening, the calligraphy written by Wan Yunting had successfully piqued their interest.
Even Yuan Deyou wanted to take a look. He glanced at Huangfu Hongfang and the others with his old eyes and shouted to Wan Yunting, "Bring your work up, let us see it on the spot. It's just a piece of calligraphy, it won't kill anyone."
But Wan Yunting hesitated. He knew that when he wrote this calligraphy, he had treated the brush as a sword and completely integrated his sword intent into the writing. Anyone with a weak will would surely feel a suffocating sensation of being stabbed in the throat.
"That contestant, don't just stand there. Bring your work up for us to see," Liu Shuhuai called out again when he saw Wan Yunting standing still.
As a result, he put away the calligraphy, looked up at them, and said, "Esteemed judges, there is indeed a problem with my work. I will forfeit this competition."
"What? Why forfeit..."
This statement instantly caused a stir throughout the venue. Even Shen He and Liu Shuhuai exchanged glances, not expecting this young man to give up the competition.
"It's not like that, Xiaowan. How can there be a problem with your calligraphy? Hurry up and bring it to Chairman Shen and the others to see," Fang Guowen exclaimed urgently to him as he stood up.
Wan Yunting shook his head and said, "Uncle Fang, my calligraphy is not convenient for others to see. Let's forget about it."
"This..."
Hearing him say this, Fang Guowen became even more anxious.
"Enough!"
Yuan Deyou, sitting in the center of the judges' table, spoke. His old eyes fixed on Wan Yunting, and he said, "Young man, bring your work up quickly. Don't waste everyone's time anymore. We still have to review works later, hurry up..."
At once, Fang Guowen left his seat and walked towards Wan Yunting. He directly snatched the rolled-up calligraphy from his hand and said, "Xiaowan, you are not allowed to give up the competition. Let Chairman Shen and the others see this calligraphy, perhaps there is still a chance!"
"But..."
Seeing Fang Guowen snatch away the calligraphy, Wan Yunting felt a little worried. But he had already taken the calligraphy and turned around to go to Yuan Deyou, Shen He, and Liu Shuhuai, placing it on the table and unrolling it. He smiled and said, "Chairman Shen, Mr. Yuan, please take a look..."
All the judges present stood up and craned their necks, looking at the calligraphy placed on the table in front of Yuan Deyou, Shen He, and Liu Shuhuai. The wild cursive script appeared before everyone's eyes like a long sword wielded by an ancient swordsman. The sharp sword energy exuded a suffocating killing intent, causing Yuan Deyou, Shen He, and Liu Shuhuai, the judges, to involuntarily widen their eyes, their faces gradually turning pale, and their bodies beginning to tremble slightly...
Clang!
Suddenly, they heard the hum of sword energy in their ears, and then Shen He and Liu Shuhuai's hearts lurched. It was as if they saw a long sword piercing towards their throats, and they instinctively retreated and dodged backward...
Thump...
Shen He and Liu Shuhuai were both tripped by the chairs behind them. Some sat down on the ground, while others slumped back into their chairs. Each of them had a deathly pale face, and they couldn't help but touch their throats, their eyes filled with terror...
"Chairman Shen..."
Fang Guowen and Hu Tianchi were greatly alarmed. Then they saw Yuan Deyou, sitting in the middle, also slump back into his chair. His old eyes were wide with terror, his body trembled violently, and his old hands clutched his neck. His face was frighteningly pale, and his breathing was rapid, as if he couldn't breathe. Fang Guowen cried out in alarm, "Mr. Yuan, what's wrong with you?"
Huangfu Hongfang and the others nearby also noticed that something was wrong with Yuan Deyou and immediately shouted "Teacher!" and rushed over...
"Heavens, what's going on..."
The entire venue was instantly startled by Yuan Deyou's scene, causing a commotion. Shen He and Liu Shuhuai immediately came to their senses and, seeing this scene, they shouted urgently, "Quick, quick, call an ambulance!"
Seeing this, Wan Yunting immediately rushed forward, grabbed Yuan Deyou's wrist, and examined his pale face, his rolling eyes, and his body covered in sweat. He knew that he had been so frightened by the calligraphy imbued with terrifying sword intent that he was experiencing convulsions.
"Wan Yunting, what are you doing?"
Seeing Wan Yunting suddenly come up to touch his teacher, Huangfu Hongfang glared and roared.
As a result, Wan Yunting said to him with a cold face, "Don't forget, I am a TCM doctor. If you don't want your teacher to have an accident, shut your mouth!"
"Yes, yes, everyone, don't be anxious. Xiaowan is a TCM doctor..." Fang Guowen reacted and quickly said to Shen He and Liu Shuhuai.
Gu Luotang, Huang Yaodong, Zhao Yushi, and the others also came up. Everyone looked anxiously at the convulsing and trembling Yuan Deyou. Wan Yunting lifted the corner of his shirt, pulled out a silver needle from his inner shirt, and a subtle flow of energy enveloped the needle, disinfecting it. Using the lifting needle technique, he inserted it into the Renzhong acupoint of Yuan Deyou. Immediately after, Wan Yunting lightly tapped the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head with his left hand!
Instantly, Yuan Deyou's rolling eyeballs returned to normal. He also seemed to regain his spirit, and his violent convulsions and trembling gradually stopped. Then, he took a deep breath, and his suddenly stopped heart began to beat again...
"Alright, give him some water to help him calm down."
Then Wan Yunting pulled out the silver needle from Yuan Deyou's Renzhong acupoint and said to Huangfu Hongfang and the others nearby.
"Here, Mr. Yuan, drink some water..." Liu Shuhuai immediately picked up Yuan Deyou's teacup from the table and gave him a sip of hot water to help him calm down. Only then did the old man slowly recover his senses. When his old eyes fell on the calligraphy on the table, he was so frightened that he shivered. His old face trembled with lingering fear and he said, "Quick, quick, tear it up..."
Only then did everyone react to Wan Yunting's calligraphy on the table. Shen He and Liu Shuhuai also had lingering fear on their faces. This calligraphy was indeed somewhat ominous, making people feel as if they were stabbed in the throat by sword energy with just one glance, making their hearts tremble and giving them goosebumps.
Wan Yunting immediately put away his calligraphy and said helplessly, "Forget it, I'll just consider it forfeiting the competition."
At this, Shen He and Liu Shuhuai, the judges, said nothing. Yuan Deyou, who had recovered, waved his hand even more angrily, "Hurry and take your calligraphy away..."
Wan Yunting didn't care about Yuan Deyou's dismissal, as he wasn't concerned about the Lanting Award calligraphy competition anyway. He turned to leave, but Fang Guowen stopped him. Then he turned back to Yuan Deyou and Shen He and said, "Mr. Yuan, give him another chance. How about rewriting a piece of work to enter the competition?"
Seeing Fang Guowen still trying to advocate for him, Wan Yunting wanted to tell him not to bother, but Hu Tianchi also stopped him...
Shen He and Liu Shuhuai exchanged glances. Although they were indeed startled by Wan Yunting's calligraphy just now, and Yuan Deyou was almost scared to death, this could only indicate that Wan Yunting's calligraphy had reached a divine and transcendent realm. Hearing Fang Guowen's suggestion, Shen He nodded and said, "Then we will give you another chance to rewrite a piece of work."
Liu Shuhuai nodded and said, "But this time you will only have ten minutes!"
"Okay, ten minutes is enough."
Seeing that these two chairmen of the art association had agreed, Fang Guowen was delighted. He turned to Wan Yunting and said, "Xiaowan, please write another piece of work."
Seeing this, Wan Yunting could only nod and say "en," and handed the rolled-up calligraphy in his hand to Gu Luotang. "Don't open it," he said, and returned to the venue...
Fang Guowen asked the supervising teacher to get him a piece of Xuan paper. This time, Wan Yunting dared not integrate his sword intent into his calligraphy as he had done before. He also asked Gu Luotang to recite a more gentle poem or lyric for him. Wan Yunting then spent a few minutes rewriting a piece in wild cursive script.
This time, his work had restrained its sword energy, but the extremely high skill of his calligraphy was still evident. After seeing his work, Shen He and Liu Shuhuai, the judges, did not feel the suffocating sensation of being stabbed in the throat with a sword as they had with his first piece. The judges breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked Wan Yunting to leave the venue to await news of the top ten ranked works.
However, Wan Yunting's performance at the competition venue that day caused a sensation. Local television news and several online platforms reported on Wan Yunting drinking at the competition, then writing a work that shook the heavens and moved the earth, and almost scared the chief judge, Yuan Deyou, to death!
As soon as this news broke, it caused a stir in the art world. Netizens felt that this was too exaggerated and that it was impossible for a person to be almost scared to death by a piece of calligraphy.
But the events at the scene were all live-streamed and recorded by the cameraman. Everyone saw the live broadcast, with Yuan Deyou's old eyes rolling back in terror, Shen He and Liu Shuhuai, the chairmen of the two art associations, almost losing their souls in fear, and Huangfu Hongfang and Ning Yuqing turning pale and trembling...
For a time, some were skeptical, while those who believed said that Wan Yunting's wild cursive calligraphy must have used some dark magic to scare people out of their wits with just one glance.
Others simply didn't believe it, thinking it was just a publicity stunt by the organizers of the Lanting Award Calligraphy Competition...
Wudang Mountain, the sacred land of Taoism in China, also known as Taihe Mountain, Xieluo Mountain, and Xian Shi Mountain, was anciently called Taiyue, Xuanyue, and Dayue.
Wudang Mountain is located in the northwest of Hubei Province, in Shiyan City. It borders Xiangyang City to the east, Shiyan City to the west, Shennongjia to the south, and the Danjiangkou Reservoir, the source of the central route of the South-to-North Water Diversion Project, to the north.
Wudang Mountain is a famous Taoist mountain and the birthplace of Wudang martial arts. It was anciently known as "An Unparalleled Scenic Spot Since Ancient Times, the Number One Immortal Mountain Under Heaven."
In the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, Zhang Sanfeng synthesized its essence and founded the Wudang Sect, producing countless Taoist celebrities. It is the foremost among the major sects of China!
Passed down to the present day, Zhong Yulong, the fourteenth-generation Sect Leader of the Sanfeng branch, whose Taoist name is Qingyun, is the legitimate Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect!
Rumor has it that Sect Leader Zhong Yulong has mastered the supreme skills of the Wudang Sect, reaching the legendary peak of martial arts, "seeing the divine without damage," becoming the second Zhang Sanfeng!
However, these are just rumors. The Sect Leaders of the Wudang Sect rarely appear in public. For any secular activities that the sect participates in, they are basically handled by their eldest disciple, Xian Yun.
Therefore, there is also a saying among the disciples of the Wudang Sect that Zhong Yulong's eldest disciple, Xian Yun, might be the next legitimate Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect!
Sect Leader Zhong Yulong has nine disciples, each of whom is exceptionally talented. Apart from their senior brother Xian Yun, the other eight disciples also rarely appear in public.
This is because they are mostly cultivating in the inner sect of the Wudang Sect, living on the mountains. Each person practices their own Tao.
In the mountains, there is a thatched cottage, built with simple mud walls. The courtyard also raises many chickens, ducks, and some injured wild animals. Beside it are three neat vegetable plots, planted with many vegetables. However, it is already snowing in Hubei, and the cabbage leaves are covered with snowflakes, frozen into ice crystals...
This afternoon, the sun came out a little. The faint sunlight refracted, warming the body. However, by the corner of the mud wall, a thin figure could be seen, dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with long, somewhat messy black hair tied into a Taoist bun with a twig.
Her hands were inserted into her sleeves, and she squatted down at the foot of the mud wall. Her bright eyes were staring at a small blade of grass growing in the crack of the mud wall, lost in thought...