I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"In that case, Yunzhou, I'll go ahead and take you to meet some close friends later!" Shan Ze smiled brightly, nodded in agreement, then waved his hand and left with a heroic stride, leaving behind a free and easy back.

Everyone around them had different expressions, their eyes shrouded in complex emotions. No one had anticipated such a dramatic turn of events. They had initially assumed Gu Yunzhou had inadvertently angered Shan Ze, and that he would be doomed today. Who would have thought... Shan Ze would act unpredictably, and the two of them would actually chat happily, calling each other "big brother" and "little brother."

Gu Yunzhou said softly, "After sending you a thousand miles, we must finally part. When I return to Jinzhou County, we will renew our friendship. I would like to ask you to pass this volume of "The Knight's Journey" to Brother Wei and Brother Qi on my behalf. I thank them for their help in times of crisis, like the warm sun in winter. Yunzhou will remember this friendship in his heart, and I will not send them off again!"

After saying that, he rolled up the "Xia Ke Xing" scroll that had just dried and still had fresh ink on it and handed it directly to Uncle Cai and the other two. Everyone was jealous when they saw it, and even a few of them secretly glanced at each other, and they all saw the eagerness and ill intentions in each other's eyes.

This is the original version of the national treasure poem. Although its power was only glimpsed just now, it still made people secretly frightened. Now it seems that Gu Yunzhou actually gave it to someone else. This naturally attracted some malicious glances. Greed and burning flashed in their eyes, but no one dared to act rashly because of the border guards in the city. But as long as they leave the city gate, their life and death will be determined by fate, and their wealth will be in the hands of God.

Gu Yunzhou naturally saw all those evil eyes, but he had already made up his mind. On the way, Uncle Cai and Old Huang had mentioned that the Wei family and the Qi family had a base in Qilianguan, which was guarded by several great scholars in the clan. It was really a fantasy to dare to snatch things from them. Therefore, Gu Yunzhou was calm and fearless. Under the gazes of many people, he frankly handed the poem "The Knight's Song" to Uncle Cai and the others.

Originally, Uncle Cai and Old Huang wanted to say a few words to show their politeness, but when the heavy scroll of poetry fell into their hands, they felt the pressure doubled, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. So, they exchanged glances and tacitly chose to remain silent. After hurriedly saying goodbye to Gu Yunzhou, they quickly walked towards the residences of the Wei and Qi families. After they left, many people followed them secretly.

"You're trying to take advantage of the situation, but you're not afraid of your bones being too strong and breaking your teeth!" Master Jia, with his sharp eyes, had already seen the entire scene. He couldn't help but sneer, his tone tinged with undisguised contempt. In this city, the rules are strict. Anyone who dares to act rashly will be mercilessly punished by military law if caught. Seeing that there was no more excitement, the crowd gradually dispersed and returned to their daily lives.

"Boy, you have written a poem that shocked the whole nation. What a great trick! Those two boys are really lucky. When they return this time, they will be rewarded with great achievements. Yunzhou, how about you write a poem for me one day? My request is not high..." Master Jia said half-jokingly and half-seriously, his words full of expectation.

I don't ask for the throne of the country, Guanzhou is enough. I don't want the original poem, but you have to write me in. If that doesn't work, just mention me in the preface!" Master Jia smiled, and there was a bit of shyness and expectation in that smile. He stared straight at Gu Yunzhou in front of him.

"Master, it's not that I don't agree with you, but I'm just out of ideas right now. I don't know how to start writing. I just pondered over the poem 'Xia Ke Xing' for several times before I finally had the inspiration. How about this, we can look at it next time we have the chance. I hope you will understand!"

Gu Yunzhou was a bit amused, but after careful consideration, he temporarily declined Master Jia's request, feeling both helpless and apologetic. Firstly, the timing wasn't right; secondly, he had other plans. He was filled with admiration and gratitude for Master Jia, but the world was like a chess game, requiring careful planning. He couldn't force it until the right time came.

Upon hearing this, Master Jia's lips curled up into a comforting smile, and he said leisurely: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, you just think about it carefully and make a careful plan. Hey, I will definitely have a good drink today. After all, from now on, we may also become the figures recorded in history and passed down through the ages!" He did not show any concern about the postponement proposed by Gu Yunzhou. Whether it was three years or five years, he could wait. Thinking of this, Master Jia's smile became even brighter, and his whole body was filled with indescribable joy.

After saying goodbye to Master Jia, Gu Yunzhou slowly walked towards Qionghua Pavilion. Along the way, he looked around from time to time.

Qilianguan, this frontier fortress, truly lived up to its reputation. On the streets, patrolling border troops crisscrossed, one group after another, their steps resonating and their momentum surging. The city's residents, too, wore resolute expressions, their brows betraying the toughness and indomitable spirit of a war-worn warrior. Clearly, this was a fortitude honed on the battlefield.

Gu Yunzhou also noticed that this place was different from the streets of Jinzhou County. Although there were shops lining the streets, the items sold were very different. Here, weapons, elixirs, and alcohol were more common, while clothing and general merchandise stores, which were common in other towns, were rarely seen.

Qionghua Pavilion was easy to find. Standing proudly on West Street in the heart of the city, the towering four-story structure was easily accessible. Constructed on the street, it occupied a considerable area and was bustling with activity, evident in the bustling flow of people entering and exiting. This demonstrated its thriving business and its overflowing customer base. Gu Yunzhou couldn't help but picture the figure of the shopkeeper Hua from the Qionghua Pavilion in Jinzhou County, and he secretly wondered who was at the helm of this Qionghua Pavilion.

Just as his thoughts were wandering, a maid dressed in colorful clothes and smiling like a flower stood at the door and interrupted his thoughts with a gentle voice: "Sir, how are you? Where are you going, my guests?"

Gu Yunzhou came back to his senses and said bluntly, "I'm Gu Yunzhou, and I've come to visit Master Shan Ze. I wonder which box he's in right now?"

The professional smile on the maid's face instantly turned into sincere respect after confirming his identity. She replied softly: "So it is Young Master Gu who has come. The Third Young Master has already instructed that as soon as you arrive, he will lead you there immediately. Please follow me." After that, she looked at Gu Yunzhou in front of her subtly with a look that was neither impolite nor curious.

Compared to the pavilion of the same name in Jinzhou County, renowned for its gentle elegance, the Qionghua Pavilion here was even more majestic and magnificent, shimmering with golden light, as if embodying the unique grandeur and splendor of the frontier. The pavilion was bustling with people, mostly armored soldiers or imposing Confucian scholars, standing or sitting. At this moment, a woman in green was dancing with a sword on the stage, creating a lively atmosphere.