I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"This is it. Most of the teachers in our academy and the students who are on missions will choose to live in the base. In addition to Qilianguan and our base camp Yuanshanguan, our academy has also set up bases in several important border passes!" After Master Jia made some inquiries, he led everyone slowly towards the rather grand mansion.

From a distance, one could see people coming and going in front of the mansion's gate. Most of them were young people full of vigor and vitality, with a few older figures occasionally visible. Just as Master Jia and the others were approaching the mansion, a voice of great surprise came from not far away.

"Master Jia, you've even come to these Seventh Level to carry out a mission!" Gu Yunzhou hurriedly looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a team of six, neatly dressed and ready to go. The young man at the front of the team was visibly stunned when he saw Master Jia, and then he couldn't hide his joy.

"Zhuang Jin, it's you. Not bad. It's been such a short time since we last met, and you've already been promoted to the 7th rank!" Master Jia obviously recognized the person, and a look of nostalgia suddenly appeared on his face. He gently patted Zhuang Jin who was running towards him quickly, with a look of relief on his face.

"Hehe, it's all because of your good teaching back then. You laid a solid foundation for me, so I can advance so quickly. By the way, Master, why did you come to the Seventh Level to do the mission? Are you bringing my junior brother with you?" Zhuang Jin smiled naively, then looked at Gu Yunzhou and the others curiously, or to be exact, at Gu Yunzhou. It was obvious that Uncle Cai and Old Huang could not be students, so the only one left on the scene was Gu Yunzhou.

"Let me introduce this to you, Master. This is my new student, Gu Yunzhou. I was originally planning to take him to Yuanshan Pass, but something happened so he came directly to Qilian Pass. By the way, you are getting ready for a mission, right? I won't keep you any longer. Be careful and return safely!" Master Jia made a brief introduction, and when he saw that Zhuang Jin's teammates were still standing there waiting, he quickly ended the topic.

"Hello, Senior Brother Zhuang!" Gu Yunzhou also greeted him quickly.

"Hello, little junior brother. Master, we are not going far this time. I will talk to you after we come back. I will leave first!" Zhuang Jin's face was full of smiles and his eyes revealed a hint of joy, but he also knew that the timing was not right, so he said a few words and left quickly.

"Let's go in!" Master Jia then led a few people into the house.

It can be seen that this was originally the residence of a wealthy family, and was later transformed into a residence for teachers and students of the Academy of Arts. Most of the pavilions and towers in the courtyard have been demolished, and a row of neatly arranged rooms have been built on the original site.

"Let's go report to the person in charge first. Yunzhou, remember, when you arrive at our Wen Academy's base, you must first report clearly. Then you can accept missions based on your own situation. Missions are generally divided into three types. One type is accepted in the Wen Academy before departure. This type of mission is relatively simple and less dangerous, accounting for half of the total!"

"The second type is the tasks randomly issued at the garrison. These tasks are initiated by the teachers or students of the Academy of Arts. They will initiate these tasks based on the current situation, the needs of the academy or some accidental situations. As long as you have the corresponding abilities and meet the conditions set by the tasks, you can accept them on your own. The last type of tasks are more special tasks that must be completed. These are rare and are initiated by the local border guards. Once such tasks are issued, they are not allowed to be refused, otherwise they will only be dealt with by military law!" Master Jia explained the difference to Gu Yunzhou in detail as they walked.

"These border guards are too overbearing. We can't refuse. What if we send them to die?" Before Gu Yunzhou could speak, Old Huang, who was also listening at the side, couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

"Shut up and be careful with your words. This is the first checkpoint for our human race. If your comments get out, you may not be able to get out of the seventh checkpoint!" Uncle Cai quickly and sternly warned Lao Huang that this guy really spoke without thinking. How could such things be discussed casually in public?

Old Huang quickly shut his mouth and looked around. No one noticed him, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He just blurted out what he said in a hurry, and now he realized that he was a little scared.

"Don't worry, the border guards won't be so confused about right and wrong. The tasks they issue will be confirmed and verified by the City Lord's Mansion. Only after they are confirmed to be correct will they be issued to each garrison or team!" Master Jia laughed, and it can be seen that he quite agrees with the border guards.

"But Old Huang, you should change your outspokenness. We are friends who have risked life and death together, so naturally there won't be any problems. But there are all kinds of people at this border, not only people from our Beichen country, but also many Confucian scholars from other countries. Among them, there may be those villains who harbor evil intentions and love to study. You still have to be careful!" After comforting Old Huang, Master Jia changed the subject and couldn't help but warn him.

"Hehe, I just spoke too hastily. I will be more careful next time!" Old Huang's face turned slightly red and he couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment.

Seeing this, Master Jia shook his head gently, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything more. Then, the few of them continued to move forward and finally arrived at a small hall in the back.

This small hall was surrounded by a small garden. Compared to the areas they had previously passed, which had been built into houses or used as training grounds, this was undoubtedly the only beautiful scenery they had seen along the way. At this moment, the flowers in the garden were in full bloom, their colorful petals gleaming brightly in the sunlight. The rich fragrance filled the air, bringing a sense of relaxation and joy to the heart.

When I entered the hall, I saw a middle-aged man in a moon-white Confucian robe writing something with his head down. He looked up when he heard footsteps.

The middle-aged man was slightly startled, then slowly raised his head. A hint of doubt flashed across his deep eyes, and then a gentle smile appeared. Looking closely, the middle-aged man had an extremely elegant and handsome face, with clear yet gentle features.

His hair was meticulously combed, and his moon-white scholarly robes appeared clean and tidy, without a single wrinkle. Although time had left subtle marks on his face, revealing his middle age, the rich scholarly air that washed over him immediately captivated his heart. He seemed like a scholar who had emerged from ancient texts, exuding a unique aura that captivated him.