I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"Don't worry, Master Zhu. Let's first discuss which painting to start with." Gu Yunzhou joyfully reached out to take the armor. The moment he touched it, he felt its unusually light texture, not at all as heavy as he had imagined. He sighed inwardly, "It truly is a rare and precious treasure!"

However, at this moment, Lin Muyang on the side suddenly sneered with contempt and disdain: "Humph, this is simply ridiculous and absurd! You actually casually dragged such a green boy here, and you delusionally dream of creating an immortal poem that will be passed down through the ages? In my opinion, you are really confused and out of your mind!" After that, his face was full of undisguised sarcasm.

Gu Yunzhou ignored the other party. All the words were just empty talk. Only by showing the corresponding strength could he win the respect of others. Today he would speak with facts and slap the other party in the face.

"Drunk, I look at my sword by lamplight, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp. Eight hundred miles of roast meat is distributed to my subordinates, and fifty strings of music echo the sound of the frontier. The soldiers are inspected in the autumn battlefield. The horse is as fast as Lu, and the bow is as loud as thunder. I have completed the affairs of the king and the world, and won a reputation in my lifetime and after my death. What a pity, my hair has turned white!" Gu Yunzhou put his hands behind his back, walked towards Li Hean's painting, took out a piece of white paper from the side, and then began to write in a flamboyant style.

Although his handwriting was not bad, it was still inferior to Zhu Chenxu's. Besides, it had been agreed that he would write the poem and the other party would print it on the drawing paper. After all, the other party was a big boss who paid for it. Gu Yunzhou naturally would not compete with him for this opportunity to show off and slap someone in the face. This task also required a cost-effectiveness, didn't it?

"What a great line, 'Drunk while looking at the sword by lamplight, dreaming of blowing the horn in the camp'! This poem is full of emotion and magnificent. Reading it makes people feel as if they are there, witnessing with their own eyes the heroic scene of Erlang of our human race bravely fighting against the monsters and barbarians!" Someone couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

"Yes, it's really well written! Especially the line 'The hero is old and gray-haired', which fully expresses the vicissitudes and helplessness of the veterans on the frontier. They devoted their youth and lives without reservation to the war to defend their homeland!" Another person echoed with great emotion.

The originally quiet and peaceful atmosphere was instantly shattered, and everyone, like a powder keg, began to discuss the matter heatedly. Everyone's face was filled with excitement, their eyes fixed on the piece of paper covered with heroic words.

At that moment, a deep ocean-like blue light suddenly emanated from Gu Yunzhou's hand. The poem, which had been resting peacefully on the table, suddenly came to life, slowly floating into the air.

Then, a deafening roar of battle emanated from far and near, as if a vast army were galloping towards them. Simultaneously, the phantom figures of countless human warriors, fighting bloody battles and desperately slaying the enemy, gradually emerged from the sky. These warriors were agile and courageous, their shouts resounding through the air, stirring the blood in their hearts.

At that moment, it felt as if the purest, most intensely rich literary energy in the entire universe surged like a tidal wave, sweeping towards Gu Yunzhou with overwhelming force. In the blink of an eye, this literary energy tightly enveloped Gu Yunzhou, making him appear as if shrouded in a ball of pale blue light, gradually forming a vague, pale blue shadow.

At the same time, the already intense sounds of fighting all around them grew even more deafening. The cries of killing and the clashing of weapons resounded through the air, terrifying everyone present. Their hearts trembled violently, and an indescribable sense of awe arose.

The next moment, this feeling transformed into an uncontrollable surge of blood, as if every blood in the body was on fire. Before anyone could recover from their shock, the endlessly flowing Wen Qi began to rapidly condense and transform, transforming into pieces of crystal-clear armor that covered everyone's body. In an instant, countless people were draped in a solid layer of Wen Qi armor, shimmering with a faint blue light, appearing mysterious and powerful.

"!!!" Gu Yunzhou was stunned and speechless. He had agreed to do it because he was attracted by Zhu Chenxu's armor. Now, another Wen Qi Hua Jia came directly. What was he busy for?

"Oh my God! 'The poems moved the nine provinces', such an astonishing ability, who is this young man from?" Someone in the crowd was the first to exclaim in surprise, and the others echoed him after hearing what he said.

"Yes, look at this defensive armor. It can not only tightly protect the vital parts of the body, but its power seems to increase with the improvement of personal strength. If all of us humans can possess such a magical item, then when we face the monster tribe in the future, we won't have to fear their attacks anymore, right?" Someone shouted excitedly.

Everyone around them stared with eyes wide open, mouths wide enough to fit an egg, faces filled with astonishment, as if they had witnessed something incredible. Even Zhu Chenxu, who always thought highly of himself, stared at the random passerby in disbelief.

He had originally just wanted to use this opportunity to vent his anger and embarrass Lin Muyang, who was always at odds with him. Who could have imagined that this seemingly ordinary passerby would have such amazing talent, the talent he displayed simply shocked everyone present.

At this moment, Zhu Chenxu looked at Gu Yunzhou with a fiery gaze, as if he had discovered a rare treasure. He laughed loudly and arrogantly, "Haha, Lin Muyang, did you see that? This is a true genius! Even those so-called famous poems you write every day are nothing compared to this little brother. They are not worth mentioning at all!"

After saying this, Zhu Chenxu triumphantly turned to look at Lin Muyang, a smile of triumph on his face. However, in stark contrast, Lin Muyang's expression was utterly gloomy. His teeth were clenched, his brows furrowed, and veins bulged on his forehead, clearly furious to the point of rage. His once handsome face was now distorted by extreme rage.

"This... this is simply too good to be true. Thank you, Mr. Zhu!" Li Hean's voice trembled with excitement. At this moment, he was completely immersed in extreme joy, and even his body was trembling slightly with excitement.