I am a winner with Chinese poetry

When Master Jia said this, a look of frustration could not help showing on his face, especially when he compared his own realm with that of his students who were improving at a rocket-like speed, he felt deeply the difficulties and obstacles on the path of Confucianism.

"Master Jia, didn't you hear what Master Xue just said? He clearly asked you to find him later. It's obvious that he intends to give you some good guidance!" As the saying goes, those who are involved in the matter are often confused, while those who are on the sidelines can see things more clearly. Uncle Cai revealed the secret in one sentence. When Master Jia heard this, he was immediately cheered up, as if he had suddenly realized something. A bright smile appeared on his face, and he chuckled softly.

"I was actually getting stuck in a dead end. I'm glad to get guidance from Master Xue again and ask him about my doubts in cultivation. It's only a matter of time before I break through to the 5th level!" Master Jia's worry turned into joy, and he immediately flushed and couldn't stop smiling.

"Then I look forward to seeing you again next time, Master Jia. You have got what you wished for!" Uncle Cai stopped with his hands clasped together. While they were talking, they had unknowingly walked to the gate of the Academy of Literature.

At this time, Old Huang also put away the smile on his face. He knew that they were about to part. Although he was reluctant, he still solemnly clasped his fists and said goodbye to Master Gu and Master Jia, saying: "Yes, Master Gu and Master, you don't have to see us off. We are also going to the residence set up by the Wei family nearby. The journey is long and the mountains and rivers are far away, but we will meet again in the future and we will definitely get together and have a good chat!" As he said that, he also clasped his fists and prepared to say goodbye.

"Please wait a moment, everyone. I have nothing now, so I can only give you poems. Please take them to the Wei and Qi families to thank them for their help in times of crisis. Thank you both for risking your lives to see me off all the way. And the same goes for Xiaoqi. Please convey my gratitude to him for me. It is thanks to your risking your lives to protect me along the way that I was able to arrive safely here!" Gu Yunzhou said as he took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Seeing a large smooth stone not far from the gate of the station, he walked over quickly.

Uncle Cai and Old Huang were stunned at first, but then they reacted with uncontrollable joy. Gu Zhenguo was going to write a poem for them. What a great honor! Even before they set out, they had held onto the faintest fantasy of being able to admire Gu Zhenguo's poems after the mission was over. Who knew happiness would come so quickly? He was going to write a poem for them right there and then!

"You guys are so lucky!" Master Jia's eyes turned red with jealousy. He wanted it too. You know, Gu Yunzhou's poems started from Guanzhou. He didn't care about the value of the poems themselves. What he valued was the huge temptation of being able to leave his name through the ages.

After all, as long as one is a Confucian, there is no one who does not want to be remembered for eternity. This is an unparalleled honor that can be sung by generations of people even after death.

Gu Yunzhou had actually made this decision after a long period of careful consideration. On the one hand, although Uncle Cai and the others had been escorting him to the border under the orders of Wei Yu and the others, he had clearly witnessed all the dangers along the way, as well as their willingness to sacrifice their lives to help him, and he had kept it in his mind.

He was deeply grateful for the sacrifices these people had made for him, but more importantly, he wanted to demonstrate a clear attitude through this incident. He would do his utmost to repay the kindness of those who had helped him, and he would fight his enemies without hesitation or mercy, until victory was decided. This was the unwavering attitude he wanted to demonstrate to the outside world, the life principle he had always upheld. This was the attitude he wanted to show the world.

Gu Yunzhou knew that many people were paying attention to him, so why not show his attitude and win more goodwill? He was still weak and had offended several major families in succession, so it was imperative to win over a few powerful helpers. He showed his chips, but he didn't know if anyone would be tempted.

Putting aside those complicated thoughts, Gu Yunzhou's actions did attract the attention of several curious onlookers. After all, anyone who dared to write poetry publicly outside the academy's residence must have some confidence in himself. Most Confucian scholars nowadays admire talented people. Therefore, Gu Yunzhou's actions attracted many people to stop and watch, even though the atmosphere at the border was tense.

Everyone was whispering to each other, discussing the bold behavior of this young talent. Some people's eyes were full of admiration, thinking that he was courageous; while others showed disdain, thinking that he was too arrogant.

"Tsk tsk, this kid is quite arrogant. He even dares to act so high-profile at the Seventh Level. I just wonder if he'll get slapped in the face soon!"

Others curled their lips, their faces filled with disdain, muttering, "He's just a brat, wet behind the ears. He really thinks this is the human race's rear, where he can freely write poems about spring flowers and autumn moons, then sigh amidst the sad wind and easily arouse others' admiration? Borderlands rely on real skills, not these flowery tricks!"

Some even scoffed and laughed loudly, "Does he really think he's the brilliant Ge Qiuyun from Zhu Hongguo? With his limited talent, he dares to imitate others and write poetry in the bustling city. He's just imitating others and will only make everyone laugh! This behavior is completely meaningless and a waste of everyone's time and energy."

"This is simply outrageous. Mr. Gu is no worse than Zhu Hongguo's Ge Qiuyun. Why are you all gloating over his misfortune? If you don't want to see it, just get out!" Old Huang was the first one who couldn't help but stand up and retort loudly. His previous joy turned into anger.

"You all talk about Liu De, but this is a talented scholar from our Beichen Nation. He once became famous in Beichen for a poem that moved the nine states. He once became famous and feared the entire Beichen Nation with this peerless poem that moved the nine states. He is not the superficial but empty-headed person you all say he is! His talent is real and cannot be questioned or slandered."

Uncle Cai also had a serious expression on his face and retorted loudly and clearly. This was his first time in this remote borderland, and also the first time he had witnessed such direct and explicit ridicule.

Gu Yunzhou had only taken out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and had not yet started writing, but he had already attracted the malicious attacks of so many people, and they did not even know what kind of person Gu Yunzhou was.

"Tsk, you guys are just minding your own business. What does it have to do with you? It's outside our Academy of Literature. If you don't want to watch, just leave. I'm not begging you for comments. You must be bored!" Master Jia had an expression of being accustomed to this. He put his hands on his hips and directly retorted to those onlookers who were watching with malicious intent.