I am a winner with Chinese poetry

What ancient book had they not seen before? Unless it was written by a Semi-Saint, Gu Yunzhou was clearly not a direct descendant of a Semi-Saint family. Therefore, everyone knew that this was just an excuse Gu Yunzhou made up to avoid outside speculation and disturbance. With this thought, everyone had reached a conclusion and tacitly avoided the topic.

It turns out that imagining things is a disease. If Gu Yunzhou knew about everyone's wild guesses, he would probably be impressed by their rich imagination and secretly praise them for their "big brains".

Putting aside his joking thoughts, Gu Yunzhou considered Wu Ziyu's request. His initial refusal to excerpt from an ancient book was simply a reluctance to show off. After all, to say someone was exceptionally talented in poetry was somewhat convincing, but to add the title of a master composer, especially one who was barely twenty, was a bit unbelievable.

However, he ultimately underestimated the tolerance and acceptance of the people of Tianxing Continent. Perhaps because of the flourishing culture and spirit on this continent, the people have developed a unique system of self-awareness. Miracles and genius seem so common here that even the most extraordinary things are accepted with ease, because with culture and spirit, everything is possible.

"I do remember some of it, but I'm not sure if it would suit Brother Wu's taste. As for keeping it secret, there's no need to worry too much about it. Beautiful music is meant to be played for those who understand it. If it's shelved, wouldn't it be like a pearl gathering dust?"

Gu Yunzhou pondered for a moment and decided to let go. He could feel that these people had no ill will towards him. Besides, among the seven levels, as long as they were not seeking death, ordinary people would not dare to act casually. What he needed to do now was to increase his own popularity so that those who wanted to take advantage of him would be hesitant.

Wu Ziyu's face was filled with joy, and his hearty laughter echoed in the private room. He patted Gu Yunzhou on the shoulder and said proudly, "Brother Yunzhou, I, Wu Ziyu, appreciate your friendship! I really don't know what kind of wonderful music is that that can shake people's hearts. I am itching to hear it and can't wait to feast my ears!"

Seeing this, Gu Yunzhou didn't hesitate, casually picking up a piece of spotless white rice paper from the table and taking a seat beside the carefully arranged table and chairs. It is worth mentioning that each private room in the Qionghua Pavilion is thoughtfully equipped with a complete set of brushes, inkstones, paper, and inkstones, specially designed to provide convenient brushwork and ink-splashing for those guests who are inspired and poetic.

Seeing this, several people gathered around with curiosity, their eyes fixed on Gu Yunzhou's pen, afraid to miss any details. As they watched, their eyes immediately became hot, and those who understood music couldn't help but hum.

"Such a wonderful piece of music, if it is not accompanied by the piano skills of Master Fusu, wouldn't it be a waste of talent? Brother Yunzhou, could you allow me to invite Master Fusu here to appreciate this music together and show its charm?" Shan Ze was itching to play it, and when he saw Gu Yunzhou stop writing, he immediately asked.

"That's right! Brother Shan is absolutely right. Master Fusu's zither skills are obvious to all!" Gu Yunzhou was very impressed with Master Fusu's skills, and it was naturally the best idea for her to perform.

Shan Ze was overjoyed and immediately lightly rang the bell in his hand. The crisp sound echoed in the room. A moment later, the pretty maid walked in again, her figure swaying, and she saluted with just the right amount of respect: "Greetings, gentlemen. May I know what elegant orders you have for me?" The maid bowed and then looked at the obviously excited people with some curiosity and asked.

"Go and invite Lady Fusu and tell her that I have a piece of music that is as good as 'Ten Sides of Ambush' and ask her to come and appreciate it!" Shan Ze gave the order directly, but the maid was confused by his words. What did she mean by a piece of music that was as good as 'Ten Sides of Ambush'? She swallowed and looked at the piece of paper with wet ink placed in the middle by several people with an expression of disbelief.

Could it be that one of them did it? This is really surprising news. If people knew about it, they would rush to Qionghua Pavilion like crazy.

"Okay, Third Young Master, I will go and invite Mr. Fusu right away. Please wait a moment!" The maid put away her surprise, turned around with a serious expression and left quickly.

In less than a cup of tea, Fusu came with her zither, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes, and followed by Feng Yun, the owner of Qionghua Pavilion, who was smiling and mumbling.

Before they could say anything, Feng Yun spoke first: "Hello, young friends. I hope you can forgive me for coming here uninvited. I just heard that my Qionghua Pavilion has released a new song that is no less exciting than 'Ten Sides of Ambush', so I couldn't resist my curiosity and shamelessly followed him!" This old man is very flexible. As a great scholar of the fourth rank, he was able to swallow his pride and apologize to the young people. His magnanimity is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

As soon as he finished speaking, the unhappiness in Wu Ziyu's heart disappeared instantly. Shan Ze even waved his hand and said with a smile: "How can the joy of enjoying it alone compare to the joy of sharing, Manager Feng, please!" Before he finished speaking, a smart maid had already cleared away the remaining wine and food on the table. In a blink of an eye, the table was clean and tidy, and replaced with fragrant snacks and warm tea.

"Where is the music score?" Fusu, who came in later, kept scanning the room with her eyes. This eagerness was not surprising, and it was no wonder that she lost her composure. For a Confucian scholar who regarded the zither as his way, a piece of excellent music score was undoubtedly a rare treasure, making it difficult for her to control herself.

"Fusu, everyone, please look!" Shan Ze stepped aside, revealing the paper on the table with the ink still not completely dry.

"This... is the work I just wrote!" Fusu was shocked, and then he didn't care about anything else. He carefully picked up the paper on the table and immersed himself in it.

Feng Yun, who followed closely behind, also involuntarily turned to the side to take a look. The fingers that were originally stroking his beard froze in mid-air, and he couldn't help but hum, "Wonderful song, wonderful song!"

"Well, the exquisiteness of this song can indeed compete with "Ten Sides of Ambush". If you don't mind, let me try to play a song for you so that we can appreciate its charm together." Fusu exhaled deeply and put down the paper in his hand reluctantly.

"What an honor!"

"Of course I am willing. It is such a blessing to be able to listen to your piano music here, Master Fusu!"

As soon as Fusu finished speaking, Jiang Liunian and Wu Ziyu spoke almost at the same time, their words filled with excitement and anticipation that were difficult to conceal.

Upon hearing this, Fusu's lips curled into a gentle smile. She then slowly took out the zither that had accompanied her for many years and gently placed it before her. She closed her eyes slightly, silently savoring every note of the music, as if engaging in a silent conversation with them.