I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Gu Yunzhou closed the book and rubbed his slightly sore eyes. They had been away from the Seventh Checkpoint for three days now. In the past two days, he had watched Jiang Liunian go from being extremely excited at first to sighing later, and he couldn't help but find it a little funny. Now that he had nothing to do, he remembered the many novels and picture books he had read in his previous life, and he could just talk about them to relieve his boredom.

"That's great. Yunzhou, wait a moment. I'll ask someone to copy it. We can read it carefully in the evening!"

Jiang Liunian was a clever boy. Not only did he want to listen during the day, but he could also watch it at night to kill time. So he waved and called a servant in.

Gu Yunzhou laughed in silence, but didn't mind. After thinking for a while, he slowly spoke.

"Let's talk about the time when chaos was first created and heaven and earth were not yet separated..." As Gu Yunzhou's words flowed, the carriage suddenly fell into silence. The only sound was the rustling sound of the servant's pen tip touching the paper, like a drizzle brushing across the heart, clear and harmonious.

This story lasted for almost two hours. Gu Yunzhou was so thirsty that his teacup had been empty five or six times. It seemed that his stomach could not hold any more water. Then he slowly stopped talking with a leisurely smile on his lips.

"And then? Brother Yunzhou, what happened to Sun Wukong? Was he saved by Tang Monk? Also, was suppressing him under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years too harsh?"

Jiang Liunian was completely immersed in the story. When he saw Gu Yunzhou suddenly stop, he became anxious and asked hurriedly, his tone full of lingering thoughts.

"Ahem," Gu Yunzhou coughed lightly twice, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes, "If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter! Let's put today's talk aside for now!" After speaking, he smiled lightly, leaving the room full of suspense, which made Jiang Liunian's heart even more itchy, and he couldn't wait to know the subsequent chapters immediately.

"Ah! Don't be like this, Yunzhou! Just tell the story a little longer, even if it's three chapters. No, no, no, two chapters is fine. If that doesn't work, one chapter will do! I'm so anxious right now!"

Jiang Liunian's face was filled with panic, confusion and reluctance, as if the whole world dimmed as Gu Yunzhou was about to stop speaking.

"Time flies. As the ancients said, haste makes waste. We've already been talking for two hours today. Let's continue tomorrow and give my throat a rest."

Gu Yunzhou shook his head gently, his attitude firm yet gentle, unquestionable. Suddenly, a funny saying he had seen in his past life surfaced in his mind—"I really can't do this!"—and a faint smile curled the corners of his mouth.

"Okay... then we must continue tomorrow. Qingsong, give me the paper you just copied. Your young master will fall asleep with these treasures tonight!"

Jiang Liunian knew that he couldn't force it, so he could only suppress his impatience in great frustration and turn to give orders to the copying servant who had been replaced several times.

Holding the paper with Journey to the West written on it in his hand, Jiang Liunian felt like he had found a treasure. He immediately started reading from the first page with a focused expression and soon became immersed in it, no longer making a sound.

Seeing this, Gu Yunzhou smiled faintly, then picked up another book waiting on the table and immersed himself in the words again.

The journey was surprisingly peaceful and tranquil, a stark contrast to the thrilling chase at the beginning. It was unbelievable. Perhaps the reason for this was that the mastermind behind the incident was wary of the Jiang family.

Although Jiang Liunian often showed an innocent and gullible boyish temperament in front of Gu Yunzhou, he was born into a prominent family among the top three powerful countries after all. This background was enough to make any hidden enemy think twice before acting.

Besides, Gu Yunzhou was personally recommended by Zhou Bansheng to go to the Shushan Holy Land. If he was killed on the way, it would be a slap in Zhou Bansheng's face. So even if the people behind the scenes were so angry and wanted to kill him directly, they could only endure it.

It was ten days later when we arrived at the Holy Land of Book Mountain, and the weather had officially entered the cold winter.

At this time, the Book Mountain Holy Land was unusually bustling with activity, as the annual secret realm was about to open. Behind this name, the Book Mountain Holy Land carried the wisdom and aspirations of countless sages of humanity. It was more than just a place, but a symbol of a spirit.

Shushan Holy Land is actually a general term. It was originally because a saint of the human race passed away here, so a large group of Confucian masters came here to guard the tomb of the semi-saint.

As time went on, more and more people came here, and the emergence of the secret realm of the Shushan Holy Land further exacerbated this behavior.

After more than a thousand years of development, it finally became what it is today.

The Book Mountain Holy Land is divided into the inner and outer scenes. The inner scene is inhabited by great Confucian scholars and semi-saints who have practiced asceticism here before, and there is also the Book Mountain Holy Land Academy opened in it.

The outer scene is inhabited by a large number of students who come to study and the families of great scholars and semi-saints in the inner scene. Over time, it has developed into a large town.

Now Gu Yunzhou and the others were walking in the outdoor scene. The place was already covered in silver, but compared to the cold wind at the border, the cold here seemed much milder.

"It's really lively here, and there are strong people everywhere. No wonder everyone says that there are so many 7th-grade people in Shushan Holy Land, 6th-grade people are everywhere, and 5th-grade people are just ordinary characters!"

Wherever Jiang Liunian looked, he saw surprise. Even the capital of Yang Country where he was born could not compare to this grand occasion. It was indeed worthy of the reputation of being the center of the human race.

"Let's find a place to rest today. It's getting late now. Let's go to the inner scene to register tomorrow!" Gu Yunzhou looked at the sky outside. It was getting dusk, so he spoke.

"Indeed, we've been in such a hurry and dusty all this time. It would be ungentlemanly to continue on like this. After we've rested and refreshed ourselves, how about we go take a good look at the scenery?"

Jiang Liunian agreed deeply, nodding gently. His gaze once again turned to the bustling scene outside the window, his curiosity and yearning growing stronger. Boredom had become his daily companion. If it weren't for Gu Yunzhou's two hours of vivid narration from "Journey to the West" each day, he would have been driven to depression by the endless journey.

The filming location was filled with numerous inns, each with its own unique character. The Jiang family, being wealthy and generous, were not particular about small matters. They found a quiet and elegant inn and simply booked the entire courtyard for themselves. As Gu Yunzhou and Jiang Liunian bathed and changed, feeling refreshed, they were about to leave the inn when a visiting card arrived.

"Who is it? He's so well-informed! We've barely arrived at the Book Mountain Holy Land, and he's already handed us a visiting card!" Jiang Liu muttered in a low voice, reaching out to take the card, which still smelled of ink. His brows furrowed slightly, and after glancing over it, he passed it to Gu Yunzhou beside him.