I am a winner with Chinese poetry

At this moment, Gu Yunzhou looked at the endless vast grassland in front of him, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in his heart. Here, there were lush green grasses of various colors everywhere, and at a glance, it was simply a sea of ​​green.

Faced with such a scene, where should he start looking for the legendary Mixu Grass?

After all, no one even knows what the Mixu Grass looks like! Thinking of this, Gu Yunzhou's face became increasingly heavy, his brows furrowed tightly, as if a heavy rock was pressing down on his heart.

It was really a headache, but when he thought of his extraordinary literary skills, Gu Yunzhou felt that he was good enough again. How could he be willing not to try? After all, that was the literary skill that had suppressed the powerful monster tribe for a hundred years!

How could he be willing to give up so easily? If that highly respected Wensheng hadn't met with an unfortunate accident, causing the demonic tribe to lose their fear, the current situation would never have evolved to such a dire state.

At this moment, Gu Yunzhou frowned tightly, concentrating on carefully recalling all the relevant records about the Mixu Grass.

This mysterious Mixu grass has always been heard of its great reputation, but no one except Wensheng has ever seen what it looks like.

However, among those mountains of extremely thick records, there is a crucial piece of information - according to legend, even the Sage of Literature only got this Mixu Grass by chance.

Moreover, this Tianji treasure already possessed a certain spirituality, knowing how to seek benefits and avoid harm, hiding itself to seek safety and success. It only emerged every month when the moon was at its fullest to absorb the essence of the moon.

I looked at the sky and it was already filled with sunset glow. It looked like it wouldn't rain tonight, but I wondered if the moon would appear.

Gu Yunzhou slowly stepped onto the vast grassland. The grass beneath his feet swayed gently like a green ocean. He bent down and carefully scanned the various plants around him.

Most of the plants were just ordinary, useless weeds. They were either short and thin, or withered and dry, and obviously could not attract much attention from Gu Yunzhou.

However, occasionally, Gu Yunzhou would find some potentially useful herbs hidden among them.

Some of these herbs have lush green leaves and emit a faint fragrance; others have strange shapes, making people curious about their effects.

Unfortunately, although Gu Yunzhou knew a little about herbs, he still felt overwhelmed when faced with so many unfamiliar varieties.

After all, he had only been in the Tianxing Continent for a short time, and the original owner's research on herbal medicine was quite limited.

Even though Gu Yunzhou later consciously worked hard to increase his knowledge in various fields, time was ultimately too short. The books on Tianxing Continent were vast and varied, with an astonishing variety.

Even though he has an amazing photographic memory, it is almost an impossible task for him to read so many books in such a short time.

Thinking of this, Gu Yunzhou sighed helplessly and thought to himself, "It seems that it will take some time to master the art of herbal medicine!"

Since it was difficult to get more from these plants for the time being, Gu Yunzhou simply stopped looking. He looked around, found a relatively flat and quiet place, and sat down.

Then, he closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and began to enter a state of meditation with his eyes closed.

It has to be said that this trial ground located in the Holy Land of Shushan does have unique advantages.

Putting aside other aspects, the rich literary atmosphere here alone is enough to drive countless people crazy.

In the past few days, although Gu Yunzhou spent most of his time on passing the trial and only occasionally took out some free time to practice, even so, the benefits he gained were already considerable.

Especially the problem of unstable foundation when he just broke through to the sixth-grade Confucian scholar. After practicing here for a period of time, it has now been completely solved.

At this moment, Gu Yunzhou only felt that the breath in his body was extremely smooth, and the literary energy flowed freely, as if his whole body had merged into one with this world.

As the night deepened, it painted the sky like thick ink until it was completely dark.

The bright moonlight is like a layer of silver gauze falling on the earth, emitting a soft and bright light.

At this time, Gu Yunzhou slowly stopped practicing. He looked calm and graceful as he gently took out an exquisite bamboo flute from the mysterious Wen Palace.

Speaking of this bamboo flute, it carries many precious memories of Gu Yunzhou's previous life.

Once upon a time, with his unique skill of playing the flute, he won great success in various competitions and performances and won numerous prizes.

Especially during the most difficult period of his life, it was by relying on the income from his flute that he successfully earned enough money to pay for his living expenses and tuition during college.

At this moment, Gu Yunzhou carefully raised the bamboo flute in his hand and placed it to his lips.

As he blew gently, melodious flute sounds flowed out instantly, as if turning into a lively stream, winding through the night sky.

The melody he played was not random, but a review and reproduction of the record of Wensheng's experience in obtaining the Mixu Grass.

There is a sentence in that record: "In those days, the literary saint played the qin under the moon, attracting the literary energy of heaven and earth to gather together."

When Gu Yunzhou first read this sentence, he had a vague suspicion in his mind. Now, facing a situation where he had no clue what to do, he resolutely decided to try this seemingly bizarre method.

After all, we have reached the end of our rope at this moment. If we don't give it a try, we may never find another way out of the predicament.

Gu Yunzhou secretly made up his mind and gave himself three days at most. If he still didn't gain anything within these three days, then no matter how reluctant he was, he would have to give up decisively.

As the saying goes, if you don't make a decision, you will suffer the consequences. The time for the trial in the Book Mountain Holy Land is running out. If you keep wasting your energy here, you will most likely miss the crucial opportunity to exchange literary spirits later.

He was playing a piece of music with a light melody and brisk rhythm. The melodious flute sound was like the sound of nature, echoing gracefully in this silent space.

As the moon slowly rose from the horizon, the bright moonlight fell on the earth like a veil, forming a dreamy moon-white glow. The beautiful and melodious flute music and the peaceful and tranquil moonlight complemented each other, creating a unique harmonious atmosphere.