I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"Oh, it's true that this cell is too dark. I'll ask the jailer to get you an oil lamp. And Yunzhou, although we've only known each other for a short time, I already consider you a good friend. Since we're friends, how can I blame you for anything?"

"Don't worry, I'll pay attention. I'm just gathering information. The Zeng family isn't that domineering. After all, we're one of the five great families in Jinzhou County. Even though our ancestor has passed away, his influence and connections are still there. The Zeng family wouldn't dare to be so arrogant as to become our enemy!"

Wei Yu smiled indifferently, his tone full of the reserved arrogance of a son of aristocratic family. It was not obvious at other times, but would be revealed inadvertently at critical moments. This was also the confidence of the children of aristocratic families.

Wei Yu paused and continued, "But don't worry, Yun Zhou. I will definitely find a way to clear your name."

Gu Yunzhou looked at Wei Mingxuan gratefully, secretly lamenting his good fortune to have met such a righteous man. He smiled and said, "Thank you very much, Brother Wei, but I'm afraid this matter isn't that simple. You should be careful."

"Brother Gu, don't worry. My third aunt married An Yunxi, the legitimate son of the An family in Annan County. Their family has an ancestor who is at the semi-saint level. Even for the sake of the An family, ordinary people would not dare to touch our family casually!"

Wei Rao came over with a frown on her face, then raised her head slightly and spoke with a hint of arrogance, her tone showing no sign of worry that the Zeng family would dare to target them.

"Yes, our ancestor used to teach at Shushan Academy and had countless students. Although he is no longer with us, many of the students he taught have become great scholars and have always taken good care of our family!"

Wei Feng added, unwilling to be left out. Seeing how confident they were, Gu Yunzhou's worries eased somewhat.

The few of them talked for a while, and then Wei Yu called the jailer. Behind the jailer were two yamen runners, one carrying tables and chairs, and the other carrying bedding. It seemed that they had been waiting for a while.

"Courier, please get me an oil lamp, two books, and some writing brushes, inkstone, and paper so I can pass the time when I'm bored!"

Wei Yu watched the yamen runners coming in and out. They quickly took away the worn-out bedding and replaced it with clean, thick bedding, and then put the tables and chairs in. One of the yamen runners even took a broom and swept the cell. The smelly toilet was naturally replaced with a brand new, unused one.

In just a few moments, the appearance of the cell was completely changed. Although it still looked a bit shabby, it was barely habitable.

Soon the lamp was brought over, and the light drove out the darkness. The soft light sprinkled into the cell. Gu Yunzhou's tense mind relaxed a little. The most important items had been gathered. Now everything was ready, only the east wind was missing.

After the old man bowed and nodded, sending the Wei family members away like a god of wealth, the noisy cell returned to silence. Gu Yunzhou didn't care about anything else and quickly sat down at the table to start his plan.

It's called a plan, but it's actually very simple. Everyone has the opportunity to try, but only a few succeed. There's only one reason: it's too difficult!

According to the records in the book, in addition to several commonly used methods to guide the literary energy into the body, there is also a method that can maximize the potential of the human body.

That is, before the literary energy enters the body, one should write a poem that is famous throughout the nine provinces to attract the literary energy between heaven and earth, allowing it to converge throughout the body. Then, use this purest strand of literary energy to break through the imprisonment between the body and heaven and earth, thus achieving a mutation.

Yet, achieving this is far from easy. Generally speaking, the optimal age for the influx of literary energy is no later than 18. Yet, how many young men and women at this age could create the kind of poetry that even great scholars would struggle to achieve in their lifetimes? Consequently, for millennia, truly successful individuals have been rare.

But without exception, as long as these people do not die in the middle of the journey, they are at least semi-saint level figures, and one of them is even infinitely close to being a literary saint.

This was the method that Gu Yunzhou had thought of. Since he had no hope of passing the imperial examination and could not obtain the literary treasure that could draw qi into his body, he had no choice but to take a different approach. His only worry now was what kind of poem or article could reach the level of being recognized by heaven and earth and known throughout the nine provinces.

Alas, having too many choices is also very distressing! Gu Yunzhou thought helplessly that if his thoughts were known to the outside world, everyone would be red-eyed and clamoring to beat him to death. It was really easy to talk without any pain in the waist.

"That's right, use it!" Gu Yunzhou's eyes lit up, and suddenly he had an idea.

Gu Yunzhou's eyes suddenly lit up, and an idea flashed through his mind. He began to grind the ink skillfully, while silently reviewing the poem in his mind. Once the ink was ground, he concentrated his mind, picked up the brush placed beside him, and began to write furiously, freely and freely.

"Heaven and earth have righteous energy, which flows in all forms."

"Below are the rivers and mountains, above are the sun and stars."

"In man it is called 'Haoran', so full that it fills the universe."

"The imperial road should be clear and peaceful, and the court should be harmonious and bright."

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Gu Yunzhou wrote and read aloud a long and eloquent article, his voice impassioned and full of power. Every word echoed in the cell like a mighty bell, stirring the heart.

Of course, Gu Yunzhou also made some changes to some of the text. After all, this is the Tianxing Continent, and those historical figures do not exist. So, he replaced the characters in the poems with heroes from the Tianxing Continent. In this way, this song of righteousness became more relevant to this world.

As the last stroke fell, Gu Yunzhou put down his pen with satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, suddenly, a strong wind blew up from the small cell.

The fierce wind came with such force that it instantly engulfed the entire cell, catching everyone unawares. Strangely, however, the wind was faintly tinged with a faint blue hue, and it grew stronger and stronger, as if it was about to engulf the entire cell.

As the wind grew, the newly completed Song of Righteousness began to slowly float in the air, and a brilliant light emerged from the poem. This light was so dazzling, it was like a sun hanging in the sky, illuminating the entire cell as bright as day.

As time passed, the literary energy in the air grew thicker, gradually becoming visible to the naked eye. Illusory figures emerged from the sky, chanting verses from the Song of Righteousness. Their voices were melodious and ethereal, like the sounds of nature. These illusory figures, condensed from literary energy, danced across the sky, creating a spectacular spectacle.