I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"However, if the answer is incorrect, then by the same token, the questioner will take something from the person who gave the incorrect answer. This could be an invaluable cultural treasure, a person's own cultivation talent, or even a piece of luck that determines their fate. Everything is determined randomly, and there is no pattern to follow. How about it, Little Friend Gu, do you now understand the rules clearly?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, the wrinkles on his face trembling as his lips opened and closed. He continued slowly, "Young man, what I say now is both a question to you and a confirmation of this matter. If you feel like withdrawing now, you still have room to withdraw. However, once you confirm your participation, it will be like placing a piece in a chess game. There is no room for regret, and there is absolutely no possibility of changing your mind."

After hearing this, Gu Yunzhou couldn't help but fall into deep thought. If he chose to withdraw now, it would mean the end of his trial journey in the Book Mountain Holy Land. But what if he continued forward? He subconsciously cast his gaze once again towards the several people in the attic.

Before this, he had never heard of such an incredible thing in the world—the ability to directly deprive others of their talents and luck and transfer them to others! This was truly too shocking and completely overturned his previous understanding of the world.

You know, no matter which aristocratic family it is, there will always be a few descendants with mediocre talents; and among those great scholars whose lifespan is about to end, who would not desire to live longer?

Gu Yunzhou was full of doubts and was skeptical about this so-called game. There must be some reason that he didn't know about. Anyway, he didn't really believe that a so-called game alone could really take away the mysterious luck and talent from others, so he decided to participate and see what the trick was.

"Thank you, old man, for clearing up my doubts. I have no more questions!" Gu Yunzhou, who had figured it out, bowed slightly towards the old man, and his attitude made it clear that he wanted to participate in this so-called game.

"Excellent! Let's begin! Once the game begins, it won't end until seven rounds!" This time, a tall, middle-aged man spoke, clearly addressing Gu Yunzhou. Gu Yunzhou nodded in agreement without hesitation. After receiving this response, the others exchanged glances, and the old man slowly withdrew a brown lottery ticket holder.

At first glance, this lottery box was not much different from the ones Gu Yunzhou remembered. It was a deep brown in color. The mouth of the box was not large, about the size of an average adult's fist.

To ensure fairness throughout the process, the lottery box was passed to each person in turn for careful inspection, including the bamboo sticks inside. Gu Yunzhou happened to be sitting to the left of the old man, so according to the order from right to left, he was naturally the last person to receive the lottery box.

When his hand touched the lottery tube, he felt a cool yet warm touch. Curious, he tried to input literary energy into it, but it was like a stone sinking into the ocean, with no reaction at all.

So, he turned to using his spiritual energy to probe the inside of the stick holder, but to his disappointment, he still found nothing. At this point, Gu Yunzhou couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "It seems this 'Dumu' really lives up to its name!"

This single log is often considered a treasured possession by large families, used to store crucial treasures. Its unique material effectively blocks outsiders from prying eyes and intruders, ensuring the safety of the hidden items. This is why single logs have become a very versatile wood.

However, because this single tree grows extremely slowly and requires a long time to grow into usable timber, it is very expensive and only wealthy and prominent families can afford it. For Gu Yunzhou, this was the first time in his life that he had seen the true appearance of a single tree with his own eyes.

After Gu Yunzhou carefully confirmed everything, the stick holder was placed securely on a table in the center of the room. Then, the old man deftly retrieved seven wooden sticks of identical length and thickness from his side and carefully placed them into the stick holder.

Among these wooden sticks, two are particularly eye-catching - the end of one stick is as red as fire, and the end of the other stick is as black as ink.

At this moment, the old man called out softly, "Xiao Lian!" A maid who had been standing quietly at the door came in quickly. She was slender, pretty, and had a clever look.

"Come here and shake this stick holder gently for us, but be careful not to let the bamboo sticks inside fall out!" The old man smiled and pointed to the stick holder on the table and instructed the maid.

Xiaolian nodded obediently, saying "yes," and quickly walked to the table, reaching out to pick up the bamboo stick tube. She first covered the tube mouth tightly with one hand to prevent the bamboo sticks from accidentally falling out, and with the other hand, she firmly grasped the tube body and began to shake it back and forth vigorously.

In an instant, Gu Yunzhou heard a clear and pleasant sound, which was the sound of wooden sticks colliding with each other and shaking left and right in the stick tube.

"Everyone, please choose one each!" After the maid Xiaolian put down the lottery box, the old man stroked his beard and spoke with a smile.

"I choose this one. Oh, my luck is so bad, it's an empty sign!" The round-faced girl was the first to respond. She picked up a wooden stick at random, and it was blank. She got an empty sign.

Gu Yunzhou's eyes flashed, and without hesitation he reached out and casually drew one. When he took it out, he saw that it was also an empty signature.

The final result was that a beautiful woman in purple with a charming figure drew the red ticket, while a serious-looking middle-aged man with a square face drew the black ticket.

Seeing this, everyone present sighed. At this moment, the old man couldn't help but burst into laughter. His gaze fell directly on the purple-clothed beauty, eyes full of undisguised envy. He said in praise, "Haha, it seems that our Dieyi girl has the best luck. She won such a rare red lottery ticket on her first try. How enviable!"

At the same time, he turned to look at the square-faced uncle. Although there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes, there was more of an indescribable mockery.

It seems that they are well aware of this so-called game. They are very aware of the huge difference that drawing wooden sticks of different colors will bring. The gap is like heaven and earth.

Relying solely on such a crude and crude method of drawing lots to decide who would ask and who would answer was too hasty and casual, like a child's play. It was unclear whether this was done to please Gu Yunzhou or on purpose.