I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows."

"The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me."

"..."

The moment the poem was completed, the room swirled with light, a pure radiance pouring down, shimmering brightly. Jiang Liunian's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had witnessed a rare miracle. This poem, meant to protect the nation, could be composed so effortlessly? It was simply beyond imagination, breathtaking. Seeing it today, he finally grasped the weight and splendor behind the three characters "Gu Zhenguo."

"Wonderful! 'I raise my glass to invite the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people'. My friend Yunzhou is truly a soulmate of ours!" Xiaoyaozi laughed out loud, his generosity evident in his words. He cheered and almost jumped up from his chair, unable to hide the excitement in his heart.

"Gu Zhenguo is indeed worthy of being Gu Zhenguo. If he doesn't take action, it's fine. But once he does, his poetry will protect the country!" Deputy General Zhao also slammed the table and stood up, his face full of admiration.

A hazy moonlight rose from nowhere, and appeared in front of several people along with a heroic figure drinking to the moon.

"This is a poetic vision. I wonder what kind of magical effect it corresponds to!" Jiang Liunian murmured to himself, looking at the phantom that appeared in the room with curiosity in his eyes.

At this moment, the moonlight became increasingly hazy, outlining a shadow exactly the same as the previous one. It slowly stepped out of the embrace of the moonlight and bowed from afar to the figure on the ground. Its demeanor revealed the same free and unrestrained attitude. They raised their glasses and drank together, as if it was a conversation across time and space, silent but shocking.

All these strange visions came and went quickly, and in a short while, the room returned to peace.

“If my eyesight had not failed, Young Master Gu’s first poem would seem to contain a rhythm full of fighting spirit. I cannot see the effect now, but this poem seems to be a method of splitting into two parts!” Zhou Bansheng stroked his long beard lightly, his tone steady and long, as if every word carried the wisdom of time.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yunzhou leaned slightly in a gesture of respect and responded in a clear voice, "Zhou Bansheng is absolutely right. The latter poem has the ability to split into two separate forms. The resulting clones not only share the caster's vision and power, but their duration depends on the depth of their cultivation."

Gu Yunzhou paused before continuing, under the surprised gazes of the others, "As for the first poem, it's a battle poem that amplifies the team's combat power. However, its effectiveness is limited to collective and coordinated combat."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall couldn't help but gasp. Even Zhou Bansheng, who was always knowledgeable, was surprised at this moment, his eyes fixed on Gu Yunzhou.

"Combat power doubled! If these literary skills could be applied on the battlefield..." Deputy General Zhao could barely contain his shock, exclaiming in amazement, his heart surging with shock like a tidal wave. This extraordinary skill completely overturned his understanding of war poetry, leaving him with a hard time believing it.

"But there are prerequisites. The team must be less than 10 people, and each person must reach the most basic level of initial understanding!" Gu Yunzhou shook his head. Although this literary skill is very powerful, the requirements are not so easy to achieve.

"Haha, our human race boasts a vast territory, countless talented individuals, and the stars are all our proud children!" Deputy General Zhao smiled proudly and waved his hand nonchalantly, seemingly unfazed by the minor problem before him. He happily sat down, his mood suddenly brightening. He casually picked up the teacup and took a long sip of the clear tea, as if even the tea itself was sweetened by his lofty ambitions.

"Although I am only an eighth-rank scholar, I am well aware of the fact that every citizen has a share of responsibility for the rise and fall of a country, not to mention that this matter concerns the survival of our human race. Therefore, I would like to dedicate these two poems to the heroes defending the border. I hope that you, Deputy General Zhao, can find a suitable place for our human men, both soldiers and soldiers, to appreciate them free of charge. I hope that this can inspire more Confucian generals who can break the initial ban and possess both literary and military strategies, so that the barbaric tribe will no longer dare to covet an inch of our human land!" Gu Yunzhou spoke again.

"Haha, what a great example of a man having responsibilities!" Deputy General Zhao laughed heartily, his eyes fixed on Gu Yunzhou, full of praise and affection. The way he looked at him was closer than if he were his own son. "On behalf of thousands of warriors, I thank you for your generosity!"

Xiaoyaozi burped with satisfaction and stood up, his figure swaying unsteadily. "Alright, I've said everything I need to say. You should hurry up and prepare. The Shushan Holy Land is no ordinary place. It's filled with both dangers and opportunities. You'll have to be careful when you get there."

After saying this, he waved to Zhou Bansheng at the top and Deputy General Zhao beside him, then strode out of the hall, leaving a scent of alcohol in the air.

"The two juniors will not disturb Zhou Bansheng and Deputy General Zhao, and will take their leave first!" Seeing this, Gu Yunzhou and the others also took the opportunity to say goodbye.

This time, Deputy General Zhao did not let the soldiers take the two away, and the two left Deputy General Zhao's mansion smoothly.

"Liunian, Yunzhou!" As soon as he stepped out of the mansion, he encountered a surprise. He saw that Shan Ze and his group, who had no news since they parted at Huangshi Gorge, were now waiting quietly not far away with smiles on their faces, their eyes full of warmth and expectation.

"Brother Shan, when did you come back? What happened? Are you also being chased by the monsters?" Jiang Liunian was so excited that he could not hide his excitement. He rushed towards them step by step, blurting out a series of questions like a machine gun, and his urgency was beyond words.

Seeing this, Gu Yunzhou couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, secretly feeling fortunate. Although Vice General Zhao had briefly mentioned the experiences of Shan Ze and the others before, only now, after hearing it with his own ears, could he truly feel the joy of reunion after going through so much.

"Don't talk about us, look at you two, you are really impressive. Just the two of you can stir up such a big storm and interrupt the calculations of the demon barbarians. It's amazing!" Wu Ziyu patted Jiang Liunian's shoulder, his eyes full of amazement and disbelief.

"Okay, it's not convenient to talk here. Let's go to my house. We can talk in detail!" Shan Ze interrupted their impatience. There were already curious onlookers on the roadside looking at them.

Arriving at Shan Ze's mansion, after several people sat down, Jiang Liunian asked again, "I am wondering what happened to you guys? First you went to explore the surrounding environment, and then Brother Shan came to look for you, but none of you showed up!" Not only Jiang Liunian was curious about this question, but even Gu Yunzhou was confused.

"It's just bad luck!" Zhuang Xian, who was always known for his composure, spoke up, his tone unable to hide a hint of helplessness and a wry smile. "This matter is really a coincidence. Zi Yu and I were on a patrol together, and who knew that we would run into a group of demon barbarians head-on."