I am a winner with Chinese poetry

In an instant, the originally soft green light suddenly became extremely dazzling, as if a green sun was rising slowly in the sky, radiating light so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.

"Oh my! This is an extremely rare manifestation of literary charm! I really don't know what kind of magical literary skill this is? I really want to know it soon!" Among the crowd, a sharp-eyed person recognized the true identity of the phantom of the small boat at a glance, and couldn't help shouting excitedly, with envy on his face, his eyes fixed on Gu Yunzhou, who was standing quietly in the middle of the venue with his eyes closed.

However, it wasn't long before someone else noticed something was amiss. Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Hey! That's not right! Look at this young master's aura now. Not only has it not diminished due to the integration of Wen Yun, but it's actually getting stronger. It doesn't even sound like he's integrating Wen Yun, but more like... like he's about to break through his current realm!"

The man's words had barely escaped him when, in a split second, a kindly, amiable old woman simply raised her right hand, as dry as a branch, and with a seemingly casual wave, an invisible force surged forth like a surging tide. In the blink of an eye, Gu Yunzhou was completely separated from the surrounding crowd, a vast distance between them.

Furthermore, the old woman seemed concerned that someone might take advantage of this moment to harm Gu Yunzhou, so she thoughtfully built a solid wall of rich cultural energy for him. This wall shone with a faint light, like an indestructible shield, tightly protecting Gu Yunzhou from any malicious attacks or sabotage by those with ulterior motives.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an elegant old woman in a plain robe walking gracefully towards them. Someone whispered in surprise, "It's the Eighth Elder of the Shushan Holy Land! Oh my god, why is she here in person?" For a moment, everyone present was in awe and hurriedly saluted in unison, saying, "Greetings, Eighth Elder!"

You know, the Book Mountain Holy Land is one of the most exalted places on this continent, its status unparalleled. And the Eighth Elder before them is even more highly respected, usually reclusive and rarely seen. Now, she has appeared here because of two poems, which clearly shows the extraordinary sophistication of these poems.

Lin Muyang, whose face was ashen just now, did not dare to be negligent at this moment. He bowed and saluted, showing great respect.

The Eighth Elder smiled and waved his hand, signaling everyone to excuse themselves from formalities. He then spoke slowly, "There's no need for such formalities, everyone. I've come here because I was deeply captivated by the poetry written by Young Master Gu. It can be said that we have quite a connection; this is the second time I've met him because of his poetry that moved the Nine Provinces."

Although her words were gentle, the information contained in them was like a blockbuster bomb, instantly exploding among the crowd.

"What? A second time! Could it be that this Master Gu has already published another poem that could move the nine states?"

"No way, if that's true, it's shocking!"

People were whispering and discussing. Suddenly, someone, as if on a whim, said loudly, "That's not right. Recently, the only poem that has truly moved the Nine Provinces seems to be the one that went viral a while ago. It's said that when that poem came out, it sparked a wave of inquiry between heaven and earth, shocking countless people. It even caused Gu Zhenguo, the author of the poem, to experience a sudden intrusion. Could it be that this young Master Gu is the one in front of us?"

The whole audience erupted in an uproar as these words were spoken. Everyone's gaze fell on the young man named Gu Xiaoyou, their eyes filled with disbelief and envy.

"No way, the author of the Song of Righteousness is this young man. Rumor has it that he's actually quite young, and comes from a small county directly under the jurisdiction of Beichen State. I didn't expect to meet him in person today. I really like his poetry!"

The crowd was in an uproar, but with the endorsement of the Eighth Elder of Shushan Holy Land, no one would doubt the authenticity of it. One by one, they changed their attitudes and looked at Gu Yunzhou, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, with burning eyes.

Gu Yunzhou was a little confused at the moment. Everything was fine at first. When the small boat hit him, he wanted to hide, but for some reason he was stunned where he was. Then, everything went wrong.

His Wen Palace expanded rapidly, and his Wen Qi expanded visibly. That was not all. His Wen Palace became bloated as if it had eaten too much, and then, before he could react, it suddenly broke into pieces, scaring him so much that his heart almost stopped.

As a Confucian scholar of Tianxing Continent, who doesn't know the importance of Wen Palace? However, his wonderful Wen Palace turned into countless pieces right before his eyes.

Then, something astonishing happened. He saw the shattered fragments of the Wen Palace quickly reassemble and restore. Then, Gu Yunzhou saw a Wen Palace that was even more magnificent and splendid than the previous one. Unlike the previous Wen Palace, this new one was even more magnificent and imposing. It exuded a natural and majestic beauty, like a carefully crafted work of art.

What's more, the most peculiar thing is that inside this brand new Wen Palace, there are faintly flickering light spots of different colors. These light spots complement each other, adding a mysterious atmosphere to the entire Wen Palace.

Filled with curiosity, he gently extended his finger to touch one of the dots of light. The moment his fingertip touched the dot, a wonderful feeling washed over him, and a verse from a poem flowed into his mind: "When the great roc soars with the wind, it soars straight up to ninety thousand miles."

This poem was written in his earliest days. Yet, now, it had transformed into a speck of light within his own palace of literature. More importantly, his palace of literature had undergone a profound transformation. The familiar scene had vanished, replaced by a mysterious and dazzling starry sky. Those tiny, shimmering dots of light, like the stars in the night sky, dotted the space.

Upon closer inspection, he suddenly realized that these dots of light represented every poem he had ever written on the Tianxing Continent! They were like precious pearls, inlaid in this vast palace of literature, exuding a unique charm and power.

Meanwhile, outsiders saw a completely different scene. Gu Yunzhou was enveloped in a faint azure light. Initially dazzling, it gradually dimmed over time, eventually dissipating completely. Then, he slowly opened his eyes, a calm expression emanating from them. It seemed as if he had effortlessly completed the breakthrough from seventh rank to sixth rank without any setbacks.