I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Gu Yunzhou answered seriously, "I know that the Wen Palace can be divided into four levels: Sun, Moon, Star, and Dust. The buildings in the Wen Palace vary according to the level, from the lowest thatched huts to earthen walls, wooden houses, brick and tile structures, and then to the exquisite carved beams and painted buildings and the legendary white marble."

"That's right. To be specific, the literary energy of 10 Chen is equal to 1 star, the literary energy of 10 stars is equal to 1 month, and the literary energy of 100 months is equal to 1 day! Let me give you an example. Let's talk about the guy chasing us below?" Master Jia explained seriously.

Master Jia pointed to the approaching red dot below, a trace of helplessness and bitterness on his face. "His Wen Qi is probably only 8 stars. What can we do to fight him? If you punch him, he only needs to use half of his Wen Qi to easily subdue us!"

Before Gu Yunzhou could ask again, Master Jia seemed to have seen through his doubts. He sighed deeply and continued, "The key point is that the sum of us isn't simply one plus one equals two. At best, if we were combined, we'd barely be considered a 5-star fighter! The gap in strength is enormous."

Seeing everyone's unhappy faces when he said this, he quickly tried to make amends, "But don't be too depressed. We are in the sky, and that killer is below. Even if he catches up with us, as long as we fly higher, half of his skills will be wasted!"

"Alright, Master Jia, stop comforting us. No matter what, we have to face reality. This fifth-rank scholar has already possessed the ability to temporarily levitate in the air. It seems that this time we really have no choice but to fight to the death!"

Uncle Cai said with a wry smile, completely ignoring Master Jia's words of comfort. At this moment, Gu Yunzhou had no time to think about anything else. His heart was filled with excitement and astonishment, as if he had discovered something earth-shattering. He had long been aware that his Wen Palace was different from others, but he had never imagined it would be so extraordinary.

Along the way, they were hunted and fleeing. The Peng bird, transformed from Wen Qi, had absorbed far more than one or two stars of Wen Qi. Master Jia and the others were either too busy escaping due to injuries or too distracted by the imminent threat below to notice anything unusual so far.

According to common sense, a scholar of only the ninth rank, no matter how outstanding his talent is or how perfectly his palace of literature is built, can only store a limited amount of literary energy.

But Gu Yunzhou's Wen Gong was a variant, definitely miles ahead of the others. The key was that he still had some energy left, which was incredible. "Oh right, if that's the case, let's enjoy life to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain. Let's drink together." Gu Yunzhou's sudden and impressive move stunned everyone.

But before they could remain stunned, they saw the air suddenly filled with an unprecedented strong aroma of wine, and then a light rain began to fall around them. As soon as the rain touched their skin, it transformed into a pure literary energy and entered the Wen Palace.

Not only that, his injuries were slowly recovering, which was outrageous. Without bothering to check, they all stared at Gu Yunzhou with wide eyes in amazement.

"Yun, Yunzhou, why do you still have such literary airs!" Master Jia spoke in shock and he even stuttered a little because he was too surprised.

"Hahaha, don't you see who I am? I am the man who possesses the strongest literary palace, so this little bit of literary energy is nothing." Gu Yunzhou laughed and said smugly.

Hearing his words, several people present couldn't help but roll their eyes. This guy is really narcissistic. However, they also had to admit in their hearts that Gu Yunzhou was indeed very powerful.

But Gu Yunzhou raised his hand and waved again, and more rain fell from the sky, turning into literary energy and flowing into his and several other people's bodies.

"Wow! So comfortable..." Everyone exclaimed in amazement, feeling the changes in their bodies. Their exhausted bodies felt much more relaxed, and their wounds had mostly healed.

"Yes, logically speaking, all my spiritual energy should have been used up along the way, not to mention this rain that was transformed from spiritual energy!"

Uncle Cai and the others also came back to their senses and looked at Gu Yunzhou in shock. They hadn't thought about it before, but now they looked at him as if he were a rare animal. They were filled with confusion and curiosity, and they couldn't believe Gu Yunzhou's ability.

"I don't know about this either. Maybe it has something to do with the literary energy that filled my body after I asked my conscience to heaven and earth. But now I don't have much literary energy left. I can only barely keep the big roc flying in the air, so I will need to rely on you guys to deal with that crazy scholar later!" Gu Yunzhou's smile disappeared from his face, and he explained with a wry smile.

After hearing this, Master Jia and the others suddenly realized what was going on. They stopped suppressing their injuries and instead found a place to sit down, began to adjust their breathing and recover their strength.

"It's truly remarkable that a person like Tiandi Wenxin only appears once every hundred years!" Uncle Cai said with emotion. The others also nodded.

After an unknown amount of time, the bodies of the people sitting on the big Peng bird suddenly shook violently, and then the Peng bird, which was transformed from the literary energy, began to become unstable.

"What's going on?" Master Jia and his companions who were in meditation were suddenly awakened and quickly opened their eyes, only to see Gu Yunzhou with a pale face trying hard to control the body of the Peng bird.

And below them, beam after beam of pale yellow light balls were shooting towards them continuously. These light balls were extremely fast and were right in front of them in the blink of an eye, leaving no time for them to dodge.

"This bastard actually thinks it's like shooting birds!" Uncle Cai laughed in anger, looking at the crazy scholar below who was constantly shooting balls of light, and quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

"He doesn't dare to come up because his danger would be greatly reduced in mid-air, so he wants to force us down. Yunzhou, how long can you hold on?"

Master Jia also immediately realized the crux of the problem and turned to look at Gu Yunzhou with a serious expression.

Gu Yunzhou gritted his teeth and said, "I can only hold on for a moment longer, but this is not a solution. This old man obviously wants to force us to land and fight him head-on."

As he spoke, he tried to control the Peng bird with all his might, trying to avoid the light balls. However, the mad scholar's attacks became more and more frequent, and many wounds appeared on the Peng bird's wings, making it increasingly difficult to fly.

Master Jia and his companions could only worry. It was not that they did not want to help, but they did not have any flying auxiliary means. After all, these things were not cabbages that could be easily obtained.

Moreover, they had not yet begun to understand the poem "One day the great roc rises with the wind, soaring straight up to ninety thousand miles!", so there was no way they could even begin to understand the special effects of this poem.