I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"Are we really going to stop here?" Zhu Chenxu looked at the lake surface, which was as calm as a mirror but hidden dangers, with unwillingness on his face, and sighed heavily, "Alas! These red-bellied fish are really too ferocious, and are not afraid of attacks from physical skills at all. Unless those strong people who focus on cultivating their physical strength may be able to blow up a group of them with one punch, but even so, facing so many red-bellied fish, I am afraid they will be powerless!" He shook his head helplessly, his heart full of loss and frustration.

They knew that as long as they successfully crossed this vast lake, they would be able to smoothly enter the next level and continue exploring the mysterious and unknown territory. However, at this moment, this seemingly within reach goal seemed as difficult to cross as an insurmountable chasm, leaving them with only despair.

Gu Yunzhou, who was standing by, frowned and touched his chin thoughtfully. He suddenly asked, "This red snakehead fish should only be interested in literary energy and won't eat human flesh, right?"

Hearing this, Zhu Chenxu couldn't help but sneer and said, "Haha, for ordinary mortals, these red-bellied fish naturally look down on us. But it's different for Confucian scholars like us who have introduced literary energy into our bodies. Not to mention the muscles in our bodies, even our blood contains a large amount of literary energy. Think about it, for these red-bellied fish that feed on literary energy, aren't we like a delicious buffet delivered to their doorstep? How could they let us go?" As he said this, he smiled bitterly again, as if he had already seen the tragic scene of himself being swallowed by this group of ferocious fish.

"Then let's not use the cultural energy. Let's build a raft and paddle over there. As long as the cultural energy is not leaked, I think these guys will not be interested in us. Of course, to ensure safety, we have to test it out!" After Gu Yunzhou pondered for a moment, he finally made up his mind. His originally frowned brows relaxed instantly, and he was no longer as entangled and distressed as before.

"Raft? What is that?" Hearing such an unfamiliar word suddenly come out of Gu Yunzhou's mouth, Jiang Liunian and another companion looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

They were both young noblemen who had grown up in a world of luxury, exposed only to elegant pursuits like music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. Naturally, they had never heard of such a tool used by ordinary people to cross the river. At this moment, they both turned their gazes to Gu Yunzhou, their eyes full of expectation, hoping to get an answer from him.

Looking at the two "silly sons" of the landlord in front of him, their eyes were exactly the same, clear yet a little silly, and Gu Yunzhou couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart: What a naive guy! But despite his complaints, he still patiently began to explain the structure and production method of the raft to the two in detail.

After Gu Yunzhou's in-depth and easy-to-understand explanation, Jiang Liunian and the others finally understood and their faces showed excitement.

"Great! In that case, let's go find materials to build a raft!" Jiang Liunian said impatiently.

"Haha, that's right! I remember seeing a few big trees over there when I walked over just now. Perfect for making a raft!" Zhu Chenxu echoed. Before he even finished speaking, the two of them completely changed their previous dejected demeanor. Without even a word to say hello to Gu Yunzhou, they bolted off like wild horses, heading in the direction they remembered, ready to chop down trees.

"Remember, don't use your spiritual energy when cutting down trees, otherwise I'm afraid those red-bellied fish will attack the raft!" Gu Yunzhou shouted worriedly, and the two responded, and their figures quickly disappeared in front.

Gu Yunzhou was also not idle. He began to look for vines and other things, which he would need to tie the raft together later. When the three of them were searching everywhere, another team also arrived near the lake.

This small group consisted of about six or seven people, all of whom were injured to varying degrees, their faces looking extremely grim. This group had clearly come from a completely different direction than Gu Yunzhou and his companions, who had arrived via the suspension bridge.

This shows that the trials these two teams experienced were completely different. You know, there are a total of ninety-nine different trials set up in the Book Mountain Holy Land, each with its own unique characteristics, but occasionally there are similarities.

For example, when one team successfully passed a level, there was a certain probability that they would enter the next level that the other team would face. This was exactly the situation that Gu Yunzhou and his team encountered.

"Brother Yang, it seems that this time's trial is to pass through this lake. I wonder what mysteries this lake may hold. As long as we pass this level, we will have passed three levels!"

The person who spoke was the most beautiful woman among the group. Her red lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes looked around with a bright look, and her pride could not be concealed in her words.

After all, for them, being able to pass the first two levels of the trial so quickly and in quick succession was already a remarkable achievement. While there were still unknown challenges ahead, even if they ultimately failed to clear them all, just reaching this point could be considered a glorious defeat. Having already passed two levels in just a short time was already quite impressive.

"Sister Qing is right, but I don't know what the mystery of this lake is?" A man standing behind the woman immediately agreed with a very flattering attitude.

At this moment, the leader, who had been standing in front of the group in silence, finally spoke slowly: "You two, go over and check out the situation!" His voice was soft, but it carried an irresistible authority. His gaze swept calmly towards the two people at the end of the group. Although his tone sounded calm, the determination contained in it was unmistakable.

Everyone followed his gaze and saw the two people at the back: a man and a woman. They both looked utterly miserable, especially the woman, whose injuries were clearly severe. A spot on her waist and abdomen was stained red with blood, a faint glaring red tinge visible through her clothing, clearly the mark of a recent severe injury.

Although possessing Wen Qi could accelerate the healing process of her wounds, and she had taken healing medicine, the blood loss was real, and the damaged vitality still existed. At this moment, her once snow-white face was still bloodless, a pale color, and her entire body seemed somewhat weak and powerless.