Chapter 920: Sword Qi soaring to the sky
"I just happened to buy two bottles of rice wine!"
A young man outside the venue raised two unopened bottles of rice wine and shouted.
Originally, he wanted to go home directly after watching the game.
Seeing that Yuan Deyou agreed, Wan Yunting walked over to the young man and said with a smile: "Brother, how much do you pay for these two bottles of rice wine? I will transfer it to you now."
"Not much, just two hundred yuan, here you go."
Seeing his suggestion of drinking on the spot, the young man found it interesting and gave him the two jugs of wine.
Wan Yunting took out his mobile phone and transferred two hundred yuan to him, then opened a pot of rice wine and prepared to drink it. He immediately turned around and said to the other players present: "Don't be stunned. The game has started, so don't delay."
It’s time.”
"Brother Yun Ting, don't drink too much."
Huang Yaodong over there smiled and shouted. Wan Yunting took a sip of rice wine at the spout and smiled at him: "Don't you know my drinking capacity?"
"Haha, yes..."
Huang Yaodong and Lin Yushu laughed. Last night at Zizhu Tea Garden, they had seen Wan Yunting drink more than a thousand glasses of wine. When Gu Luotang saw the man like this, he also smiled and shook his head slightly, ignoring him.
Watching him drink wine one after another, all the eyes of everyone present were focused on him, causing Huangfu Hongfang to sneer disdainfully: "It's just grandstanding."
After saying that, he ignored Wan Yunting and started to write his work. This time he really switched to Kuang Cao style...
Wan Yunting drank a pot of yellow rice wine, and then he opened another pot of rice wine and drank it, which made the young talents and beauties at the scene shine. They all praised: "What a great drinker..."
At this time, someone on the scene had finished writing his work and handed it in. Ten minutes had passed, but Wan Yunting was still drinking the last pot of rice wine and had no intention of writing.
At the same time, Huangfu Hongfang and Ning Yuqing also finished writing their works. They turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Why, Mr. Wan is drunk and doesn't want to write, so he gave up the competition?"
Wan Yunting, who was drinking, rolled his eyes at him and said with a smile: "Why are you so anxious? The time is not up yet."
Huangfu Hongfang looked at the time on his watch and said with a smile: "There are still six minutes left, so hurry up."
Gu Luotang, Huang Yaodong, Zhao Yushi, and Lin Yushu had also finished writing their works, but seeing that Wan Yunting had not yet started writing, they became a little anxious.
"The wine is gone, but it's still almost interesting..."
After drinking the last drop of the second pot of rice wine, Wan Yunting put down the pot, shook his head and smiled, but the excitement in his heart began to gradually become active and surging under the urging of the alcohol, and finally he closed his eyes...
"Well, why are you still closing your eyes?"
Everyone present was puzzled when they saw that he had not yet started writing after drinking. Instead, he closed his eyes.
Such a scene also aroused the emotions of everyone present. Gu Luotang and Huang Yaodong began to look anxious, because there were only four minutes left.
"What is this Xiao Wan doing?"
Fang Guowen and Hu Tianchi at the judges' table were also anxious, wondering what Wan Yunting was doing.
Shen He and Liu Shuhuai also looked at each other and thought this contestant was very interesting. Could it be possible that he just wanted to drink two bottles of rice wine at the scene and then give up the competition?
As the seconds on the big clock in the hall passed 12 o'clock, with the last three minutes remaining, Wan Yunting's eyes suddenly opened, and a fierce momentum burst out from his body...
Huangfu Hongfang and Ning Yuqing in front of them were suddenly shocked. They were so frightened by Wan Yunting's powerful aura that they couldn't help but take two steps back. Their eyes widened involuntarily, and they couldn't even breathe at this moment. He held his breath and looked at Wan Yunting in shock. He saw him grabbing the brush with his right hand and smoothing the rice paper on the table with his left hand. The brush in his hand was like a sharp long sword and he began to stroke the rice paper. Waved freely...
"The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and the time comes when I enter the world.
In the chat and laughter of Huangtu Hegemon, life is a drunken experience.
He held his sword while riding astride and swung the ghost rain, causing bones as white as a mountain bird to fly away in fright.
Things in this world are like tides and people are like water. Only a few people in the rivers and lakes return."
Wan Yunting's eyes widened. At this moment, he was full of pride and a chilling aura, which was enough to frighten the supervisors and teachers around him to the point of trembling. They stared at him in stunned silence, deeply afraid of him He waved the brush in his hand and turned it into a sword to stab...
Even Shen He and Liu Shuhuai, who were far away at the judges' table, and Yuan Deyou and the other judges couldn't help but stare at Wan Yunting below with wide eyes, clearly feeling the sharp energy released from him. The momentum, like a sharp sword, pierced the hearts of everyone present, making everyone hold their breath involuntarily, and the scene was silent...
As the second hand of the big clock in the hall reached 12 o'clock, the bell of twenty minutes suddenly rang. At the same time, the brush in Wan Yunting's hand was like a long sword, swiping out the last word. He held the pen in his right hand and hung it. As he looked at the work "Let Me Do It" he wrote in front of him, the corners of his mouth rose with a satisfied smile. He looked back at the supervising teacher who was standing aside with a dumbfounded expression, and said with a smile: "I've finished it. , it didn’t time out, right?”
The supervising teacher suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the big clock in the hall, turned back and shook his head: "It's not timed out..."
Suddenly everyone present came to their senses. The cameraman quickly carried the camera over and started taking close-up shots of the work Wan Yunting wrote. When the cameraman saw his work, his face was filled with shock. I was stunned and couldn't help but say: "What a crazy word!"
Wan Yunting gave him a roll of his eyes and said, "This is crazy grass. How can it be called crazy grass if it's not crazy?"
"Yes, yes, good words, good words..."
The cameraman nodded, so excited that he was trembling while holding the camera. Although he didn't know calligraphy, when he saw Wan Yunting's wild cursive calligraphy work, he couldn't help but say: "It has the aura of a worldly hero. It makes people’s blood rush…”
Seeing him like this, Wan Yunting smiled and nodded and said: "If you feel this way, it means that I have written out the artistic conception and charm."
Even the supervising teacher who came to collect the work picked up Wan Yunting's wild cursive calligraphy work and felt his state of mind when he wrote it.
That kind of lofty aspirations, soaring heroic spirit, the enlightenment after spiritual baptism, the ideal ambition, are just the smoke of the past, life is just a drunkenness, confusion, negativity towards the darkness and coldness of the world, and one's own sigh for this world, in the end I realized that I was just a drop of water in the ocean, insignificant...
The initial ambition was great, but in the end Wan Yunting's words only made a few people sigh in the world.
A perfect ending!
This first "Let Me Go", also known as "Jianghu Xing", is a poem written by Dongfang Bubai, who was proud of the world at that time. It shows the heroic sentiments and makes this poem widely circulated among martial arts fans.
The reason why Wan Yunting chose this poem was because he was watching TV in the hotel last night and accidentally saw the movie. As for the author of this poem, some said it was Old Weird Xu, while others said it was written by Huang Yi.
But these are no longer important. Wan Yunting used wine to cheer up and vividly displayed the heroic spirit in this poem with wild cursive fonts. It makes people feel as if they have strayed into a dreamy rivers and lakes scene, making you become a man in it.
The protagonist has the aspiration to enter the world for the first time, and the ambition to go to the end of the world with a sword.
Wan Yunting's brushstrokes are like a sword. The brushwork in this work exudes a sharp and compelling sword spirit, which makes people unable to help but be entranced after looking at it for a long time. It can even make people feel drawn.
The suffocating feeling of a sword piercing your throat...
With a plop, the supervising teacher holding the word Wan Yunting turned pale with fright at the powerful sword energy contained in the word. Weird hallucinations appeared in his mind, as if someone had stabbed his throat with a sword.
He fell to the ground, and the words in his hand fell slowly to the ground...
Huangfu Hongfang and Ning Yuqing immediately followed the work involuntarily. They were also shocked for a moment. Their bodies were stiff and their eyes were wide open. They were attracted by the sword spirit and charm revealed in Wan Yunting's work.
They were deeply attracted, and their minds suddenly seemed to have that weird hallucination...
"what happened?"
Such a strange scene made the judges such as Shen He and Liu Shuhuai on the judges' bench couldn't help but be surprised. They looked at the frightened supervising teacher who was sitting on the ground, shivering, and the stiff body with wide eyes showing fear.
Huangfu Hongfang, Ning Yuqing and others looked at each other with fear...
"ah…!"
Suddenly Ning Yuqing screamed strangely, which woke up Huangfu Hongfang and the others. The group couldn't help but take a few steps back. Their faces were all pale, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they looked at the words on the ground with horror and shock.
Huangfu Hongfang was horrified in his heart. Just now he felt like he was stabbed in the throat by a sword. He felt like he was suffocating and unable to move. He broke out in a cold sweat...
Even Wan Yunting was puzzled by their actions. Others around him were whispering to each other and talking about it. They felt that Huangfu Hongfang and Ning Yuqing were too exaggerated.
It must be as scary as seeing a ghost...
The cameraman carrying the camera didn't believe in evil either, so he went up to take pictures of Wan Yunting's calligraphy on the ground. As a result, his eyes gradually became lost in thought, and then his face began to turn pale, and his whole body trembled involuntarily. Finally, he let out a strange cry and sat down.
He fell to the ground, unable to hold the camera he was carrying, and fell directly to the ground...
"careful…"
After reacting, Wan Yunting immediately went up, grabbed the fallen camera, and grabbed the cameraman. Then he came back to his senses and said with horror on his face: "You...how do you write the word you?"
Chapter completed!