After Zi Qing polished the ink, Wan Yunting realized what he was doing, took the rice paper and laid it on the desk, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Zi Qing, why don't you write a calligraphy first for me to appreciate?"
"good."
Zi Qing nodded, but did not refuse. She took out a medium-sized brush from the pen holder, dipped ink in it and scratched the tip of the brush in a methodical manner. What surprised Wan Yunting even more was that she was writing with her left hand. The next second she was naturally stunned.
The phoenix eye was like shooting out two sword blades. When the brush fell, it instantly turned into a long sword, and began to show one move after another on the rice paper...
"Good words..."
Wan Yunting, who was standing aside and watching, couldn't help but nod in praise when he saw her writing technique and elegant cursive handwriting.
If Zi Qing had participated in the Lanting Award calligraphy competition, she would have been a dark horse.
When Ziqing's writing brush left the rice paper, a poem she composed was completed. Suddenly her sharp phoenix eyes returned to their natural and dull look. Wan Yunting read her poem silently, nodded and smiled: "Zi Qing
Senior Sister Qing is not only the best in the world in martial arts, her talent is also amazing."
"Excellent."
Zi Qing put down the brush, looked at her words carefully with Ruifeng eyes, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said softly: "The meaning of the sword is a little shallow, but it is still not as profound as what you wrote!"
Wan Yunting was startled and said with a smile: "You are referring to the sword meaning in the word?"
Zi Qing nodded, turned to look at him, and asked: "How do you do it, put the sword intention into the words?"
Wan Yunting smiled and said: "It's very simple. When writing, imagine that you are practicing swordsmanship, and you will naturally write words that contain the meaning of the sword."
Zi Qing raised his eyebrows and stared at Wan Yunting with his auspicious eyes. Although he said it lightly, Zi Qing had tried countless times and still couldn't integrate the true meaning of kendo into the calligraphy fonts.
Maybe, this is talent!
Wan Yunting held a brush in his hand, dipped it in ink and scratched the tip of the brush. He held a ruler in his big hand and smoothed the rice paper on the table. His eyes suddenly changed, and a powerful energy was released from his body, which Zi Qing next to him immediately sensed.
Rui Fengyan couldn't help but stare at him intently...
The next second, Wan Yunting's brush was pressed down, like a long sword on rice paper. Every move was full of powerful sword intent. Every font revealed a breath of energy, that full sword intent,
The purple eyes next to her unknowingly showed their brilliance, staring intently at the brush in Wan Yunting's hand, swaying it freely and freely on the rice paper like a long sword. The charm of the fonts gradually made her obsessed and dull...
Phew~~
Wan Yunting wrote two heroic poems. He lifted the pen from the paper and let out a breath. He turned around and found that Zi Qing, who was next to him, had a frozen look on his face. His auspicious eyes were staring at what he had written.
He said with a smile: "Senior Sister Ziqing, how about it?"
Her eyes trembled slightly, Zi Qing came back to her senses, raised her eyes and looked at Wan Yunting, and said, "Can you give it to me?"
"certainly."
Wan Yunting picked up the calligraphy and let the ink dry, then handed it to Zi Qing and said with a smile: "You can keep your calligraphy as well, it's an exchange."
Zi Qing nodded slightly, then followed his calligraphy, Rui Fengyan was deeply attracted by the full sword intention revealed in his handwriting. He couldn't extricate himself for a long time and refused to speak. Wan Yunting scratched his head and couldn't help it.
He broke the air and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Ziqing, you came to Huadu this time just to discuss swords with me?"
Zi Qing turned her face to look at him and said, "If you have anything to do, you might as well just tell me!"
...Wan Yunting was startled. Facing Zi Qing's naturally stupid auspicious eyes, it seemed as if a sharp sword light pierced his internal organs. He shook his head and smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm just curious.
Ask."
Zi Qing carefully rolled up the words, looked at Wan Yunting and said, "Come back to the Wudang Sect with me!"
"What?"
Wan Yunting was stunned by her words. Zi Qing said blankly: "With your talent, you shouldn't stay in Wuliang Taoist Temple. If you come back to Wudang Sect with me, you will definitely become the best in the world!"
After reacting, Wan Yunting smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Thank you, Senior Sister Ziqing, for the promotion, but I am not interested in being number one in the world. Besides, I am now the leader of the Wuliang Taoist Temple. How can I betray my faith and go to your Wudang Sect?"
If this is the case, I'm afraid you, senior sister, will also be disappointed."
Zi Qing heard what he said, thought about it carefully, nodded, but then shook his head and said: "It's okay, I won't force you to withdraw from Wuliang Taoist Temple, as long as you follow me back to Wudang Sect and go to Jian Cliff to visit
, you can become the best swordsman in the world!"
"Sword Cliff?"
Wan Yunting showed a confused look, Zi Qing nodded, and said in a very pleasant voice: "Jianya is the sword intention left by my Wudang sect swordsman ancestor. So far, I am the only one who can understand a trace of sword intention from it.
If you want to see it, I can take you to see it, and hopefully you will have a breakthrough!"
Wan Yunting was surprised at this time and said: "There is still this matter, but even so, your Wudang sect will not let people watch casually, right?"
Zi Qing shook his head and said: "Martial arts in the world can only be obtained by those who are destined to do so. No one has inherited the sword intention of our ancestor of Wudang Swordsmanship for thousands of years, and I only inherited a trace of it. My master wanted to let the people of the world get the inheritance of his ancestor."
Sword Intent, Sword Cliff is open to the outside world, no matter what sect or sect, everyone can learn from it!"
"Hey, I didn't realize that your sect has such a big structure. You are worthy of being the number one Taoist sect in the world!"
Wan Yunting couldn't help but give a thumbs up. After all, the competition between the various sects was very high. They kept those peerless martial arts hidden and would not easily open them to the outside world. Only the talented disciples within the sect could practice them.
But looking at the Wudang Sect, Jianya was made public just so that everyone in the world could inherit the legacy of their swordsman ancestors!
"Senior Sister Ziqing, I don't have time to go to your Wudang Mountains at the moment. I'll wait until after the new year. When I have time, I will go see your Wudang Sect's Sword Cliff."
Wan Yunting smiled.
"good."
Zi Qing nodded and said nothing more.
Wan Yunting looked at the time and said with a smile: "It's getting late, Senior Sister Ziqing, let's go upstairs and rest early."
Zi Qing nodded slightly, took Wan Yunting's calligraphy, followed him out of the study, and went upstairs. Wan Yunting stopped on the second floor and watched Zi Qing go up to the third floor. He shook his head slightly and smiled.
From the few test sentences just now, Wan Yunting can conclude that Zi Qing and Lan Xin, the master and apprentice, came to Huadu City this time just to discuss swordsmanship with him and had no other purpose!
Wan Yunting felt relieved about this. He returned to the bedroom, took his pajamas, took a shower, and ran to the study room to continue writing papers and experiences on the treatment of skin laxity...
It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that Wan Yunting finished writing the paper and his thoughts. He sorted it out and put it in the corner of the table. He put away the pen and looked at the time. He got up and stretched before leaving the study. He went upstairs to the bedroom and prepared to go to bed.
…
"who?"
The next second, Wan Yunting's eyes suddenly changed. He turned and looked directly outside the balcony to the east of the bedroom. The unclosed curtains were fluttering in the wind. He could faintly see a black figure outside the balcony, leaning on the guardrail with his back, wearing a
Black mask man!
He has a pair of sharp and cruel eyes. He has a bald head and a medium build. His age cannot be determined. He is wearing all black. He leans on the guardrail with his back and looks at Wan Yunting in the room with alert eyes. There is a heavy atmosphere in the air.
There was a tense feeling of oppression, and only the curtains on both sides were gently fluttered by the cold night wind...
Wan Yunting frowned slightly, and looked at this man with sharp eyes. This man was able to sneak into the villa and into his bedroom quietly, and even Zi Qing upstairs did not notice it, which means that this man must be a
A strong man, the aura released from him is definitely not an ordinary strong man!
Then the man opened the curtain of the floor-to-ceiling window and walked into the room, his eyes unabashedly revealing murderous intent, and his deep and hoarse voice said slowly: "The person who came to kill you!"
Wan Yunting was still calm and said with a smile: "So, no matter how I ask, you have to abide by your rules and you won't tell me why you want to kill me, right?"
This man stared at Wan Yunting with a cruel look and said: "I am the only one who sets the rules here, but unfortunately, I am paid to do things, and I don't know who the employer is behind the scenes, otherwise I will definitely let you know!"
"
Crazy, so crazy... Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes. From this man, he felt a sense of oppression from the strong. He definitely has such arrogance. I am afraid he is no match for this man!
"Now that you've finished talking, I'll send you on your way."
As soon as this man finished speaking, his ruthless eyes suddenly shone fiercely again, like a tiger staring at its prey. His hands turned into fists, and a powerful energy burst out. The whole person seemed to be like a tiger descending from the mountain, heading towards
Wan Yunting pounced over, and a fist as big as a sandbag appeared in front of him in an instant...
Wan Yunting's eyes changed dramatically, and he was still shocked. He quickly dodged, and the wind of the fist whizzed past his ears with energy, like the roar of a tiger...
But before Wan Yunting could react, he suddenly felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a big hammer. With a pop, he spit out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and smashed the bedroom door with a bang.
, the man rolled twice on the floor of the living room with a plop before stopping. Wan Yunting, who was half-kneeling, hugged his chest and spat out another mouthful of blood. He raised his head and his eyes widened as he kicked open the broken door and walked away.
This person came out...
Wan Yunting's body was turbulent, Qi was rushing around in his meridians, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes became extremely heavy when he looked at this man. He resisted the urge to vomit blood again, gritted his teeth and murmured: "Gang Jin Realm"
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In the bedroom on the third floor, Zi Qing, who was lying on the big bed, heard the movement downstairs and instantly opened her auspicious eyes...