I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Gu Tianqiao was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Even if he manages to kill those assassins, he will never escape our Gu family's pursuit. I will make him pay with blood!"

"Of course, the grudge between the Gu family and him will never end here. Not only you, but all of us will try our best to make him pay the price." Gu Tianchao said in a firm tone with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

For a moment, the room was filled with a strong murderous intent. Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Gu Yunzhou was completely unaware that he had become the one the Gu family wanted to kill. He was immersed in his cultivation and could not extricate himself...

"Butler Liu, go find someone else and do it more covertly. This time, you can only succeed and not fail. I'll give you level two authority, but you can mobilize the family's level two assassins to take action. They must kill him in one blow. You know the consequences of failure!" Gu Huai said seriously, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Yes, sir, I know what to do." Manager Liu answered respectfully, secretly relieved.

"Remember, this matter must be done cleanly and neatly, without leaving any clues. If the matter is exposed, we will all be doomed." Gu Huai warned.

"Please rest assured, sir, I will definitely act with caution." Manager Liu nodded quickly to show that he understood.

"Also, try not to attract other people's attention." Gu Huai reminded.

"I understand, sir. I will arrange everything." Manager Liu promised.

After receiving Gu Huai's instructions, Manager Liu quickly left the room and began to prepare a plan to assassinate Gu Yunzhou.

Manager Liu walked out of the courtyard with a relieved heart. The Gu family's level 2 assassins were all elite, with the lowest level of cultivation being level 7.

The team leader is a fifth-rank Confucian scholar. Although he is not as good as a first-rank ace assassin, he is also rare.

要知道顾家总共就只有1队王牌死士，2队2级死士和3队3级的死士。

Although there are not many people, they are the ones that Gu Huai has spent decades to gradually train. This time he directly dispatched level 2 assassins, which shows that he really wants to kill Gu Yunzhou.

Gu Yunzhou and his group had been targeted again, yet they were completely unaware. As they rode their horses rapidly towards the border, they encountered another wave of enemies along the way. These enemies, clearly aware of their whereabouts, abandoned their concealment and unleashed a deadly attack.

Fortunately, Uncle Cai, with his wit, led the group to a longer route, successfully avoiding most of the enemies still stationed along their original route. Despite this, they unfortunately ran afoul of several assassins sent to ambush them. Several of them, still suffering from both new and old wounds, appeared quite distressed.

"These guys actually want to stop us? Humph, this tactic has long been mastered by your Master Cai! Master Gu, please be patient. At our current speed, we can reach the nearest Seventh Pass before dark. Those guys certainly didn't expect us to choose to enter through the Seventh Pass, after all, it is one of the closest passes to the barbarian border!" Uncle Cai and the others were sitting cross-legged on the back of the Dapeng bird, concentrating on healing their wounds. Indeed, this Dapeng bird was Gu Yunzhou's transformation.

After traveling for most of the day, he felt that his literary energy had basically recovered and even increased. Although the increase was not large, as the master of the Wen Palace, he keenly noticed this subtle change.

Gu Yunzhou was somewhat puzzled by the growth of his Wen Qi. According to Master Jia's lectures at the Wen Academy, there were currently two known ways to increase the Wen Qi of the Wen Palace: first, by improving one's own cultivation to expand the Wen Palace, thereby significantly increasing Wen Qi; second, by consuming specific Wen treasures. However, these Wen treasures were extremely rare. As Master Jia had said, those who could wield them required at least the status of a Semi-Saint's grandson.

Recalling the last time he'd completely drained the last trace of literary energy from the Wen Palace, Gu Yunzhou couldn't help but ponder. Could this unexpected surge in literary energy be related to that incident? But he didn't know the specific reason. Perhaps it was the body's self-repair mechanism, or some other unknown factor.

But what about his own situation? Could it be that after grinding once, his mana regeneration rate actually increased? Regardless, this was definitely a pleasant surprise for him. Just as Gu Yunzhou was considering whether to wait until he was more settled before trying again, Master Jia's question interrupted his thoughts.

"Yunzhou, these seven checkpoints are fraught with danger. Those ignorant barbarian tribes often come to attack and harass us. This place is one of the most advanced lines of defense for the human race. We didn't originally plan to pass through here, but the group behind us is chasing us too closely. Rather than fighting them head-on, it's better to choose this place directly. Although there are certain risks, there are border guards patrolling here at all times. As long as our luck is not too bad, it shouldn't be a problem to successfully pass the seven checkpoints and enter the rear. You must follow us closely and don't be distracted!"

Master Jia wore a serious expression. After a day of running around and fighting, he looked rather disheveled. Dried blood could be seen on his clothes, and there was a long wound on his left arm. The bleeding had stopped, but it still looked frightening. He simply used his Qi to stop the bleeding and bandaged it. Perhaps because of the new wounds that hadn't healed yet, his face looked a little pale.

"Master, don't worry. I'll take care of it. Are you alright?" Gu Yunzhou asked with concern. Although he himself was injured, thanks to everyone's collective protection, he was the least injured. He was currently sitting on the back of the Great Peng, controlling it towards the Seven Links, while occasionally releasing a gentle rain of wine-scented literary energy to help Master Jia and the others recover better.

"Haha, these are just minor injuries, nothing to worry about. But if we tell others about our current treatment of recovering our cultural energy, I wonder how many people will envy and hate us! Yun Zhou, with your skills, even if you are just a ninth-rank rookie, you will definitely be warmly welcomed by those teams when you go to the border!"

Having said this, the sad expression on Master Jia's face disappeared, replaced by a smile and an unconcealable look of pride.

After all, this was a student who graduated from their College of Arts, and more importantly, this outstanding student was taught by him personally.

If word gets out that he can recover his literary spirit so quickly, won’t those little guys who have been carrying out missions at the border for years be fighting over it?