I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"Shut up!" Gu Jin roared angrily. Why didn't he realize that his eldest son was so short-sighted before?

He was trying to steady Gu Yunzhou, to prevent him from desperately trying to fight to the death. After all, he wouldn't dare gamble with his own life. He could just buy time until Gu Yunzhou's literary charm was exhausted. Then he would have plenty of ways to make him pay.

"That's right, if you have anything to say, you should calm down first. As long as you have the green mountains, you will never lack firewood. Now that your Wen Palace is fine, stop asking questions!"

The Wei family's head, Hua Erniang, and the others also spoke up again, their faces filled with anxiety and worry. If they stopped now, although Gu Yunzhou's palace might suffer some damage, it shouldn't be too serious.

As long as he takes good care of himself for a period of time, he will be able to recover. But if he continues to insist on doing so, once the palace of literature is broken, the consequences will be unimaginable, and he will completely lose the opportunity to become a scholar.

However, Gu Yunzhou was not shaken by the crowd's advice. His pale face revealed firmness and determination, and his eyes flashed with an unyielding light.

He smiled slightly, and there was an indescribable power in his smile: "Thank you for your kindness, but I have made up my mind. I only believe that evil cannot triumph over good. Since you want Wen Yun, then come!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in everyone's ears like a huge bell. His body trembled, as if under immense pressure, but his aura grew stronger, like an unshakable mountain.

Gu Jin stood aside, watching the scene before him, a sense of indescribable fear welling up in his heart. He suddenly realized that he was not facing an ordinary teenager, but a real madman.

This madman would rather fight to the death than let them pay the price. He began to regret what he had done and regretted provoking such a terrible enemy.

"Today seems to be the day for me, Gu Yunzhou, to become famous. I originally wanted to calmly pass the imperial examinations, gain the opportunity to gain the literary energy into my body, and train hard to go to the front line to fight against the monsters and protect the country. But unfortunately, that villain is always causing trouble. In this case, let's deal with it together today!"

Gu Yunzhou's face was bold and unrestrained, and he finally had a bit of the youthful vitality, which was very different from the gentle and elegant young man in the past.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the cloth bag he carried with him, and felt lucky that he had the foresight to carry all the things he might need with him. In his previous life, he had often heard his friend's mother say, "Bring an umbrella when it's sunny and a plane when it's full," and it really made sense.

It's not that he didn't want to kill Gu Jin and his son in one go, but it's just that even a good cook can't cook without rice. Wen Yun at this time was no longer enough to support him to continue.

Now, being able to barely maintain the phantom of Saint Ou is already the limit. If he acts forcefully again, it will only cause his Wen Palace to rupture, and the phantom of Saint Ou will dissipate on the spot. This grand inquiry into the conscience of heaven and earth will have to end hastily.

Therefore, he could only helplessly control the heaven and earth's spirit and slowly descend. However, some clever people had guessed Gu Yunzhou's next move and their eyes widened in surprise.

“Does he want to compose a poem here?”

"That's crazy! Young people are too conceited. You know, this requires at least Guanzhou-level poetry to produce enough literary rhyme. Wouldn't it be better to stop now?"

"What a rash move! What a shame for this young and promising talent. I'm afraid he'll be forgotten forever!"

Everyone's surprise was beyond words. No one had expected that at this critical moment, Gu Yunzhou not only did not choose to give up, but instead faced the challenge and chose a more difficult path.

"Yunzhou, I've brought you a table. Everyone, please make way!" A loud voice rang out, and Qi Heng ran very fast carrying a table and chairs. Seeing this, everyone made way for him.

"Thank you, Brother Qi, you are really a timely help!" Gu Yunzhou bowed and smiled, then walked to the table and began to concentrate and prepare to write. Immediately, countless pairs of eyes looked at the brush in his hand.

"Dad, that bastard wouldn't really write a Guanzhou poem, would he? No, he can't do it in such a short time!"

Gu Tiaoqiao was feeling somewhat desperate at this moment. Was God teasing them? Every time when he thought he could survive, there would always be new changes telling him that his life was still in Gu Yunzhou's hands. This really made him angry and aggrieved.

"Look, Gu Yunzhou has started writing!" someone shouted. Everyone's eyes followed the words that gradually appeared on the white paper, and their breathing involuntarily became rapid.

"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns?"

"Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned to white in the evening?"

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born with talents that will be useful, even if I lose all my money, I will get it back."

"What a saying! I was born with talent that will be useful, and even if I lose all my wealth, I will still make it back. Just based on this saying, even if your palace is shattered today, I will find a way to protect you!"

An old and majestic voice sounded, and the people who were originally immersed in the shock brought by Gu Yunzhou's poems looked up in confusion.

At this moment, a green light suddenly flashed before everyone's eyes, and then an old woman in a green robe with books and mountains and rivers embroidered on the sleeves and collar appeared not far from Saint Ou, standing in the air.

"This is the attire of the elders of Shushan Holy Land... This one seems to be the eighth elder. Even she was alarmed!" Wei Xueqin looked at the old woman who suddenly appeared in shock. His pupils gradually dilated and his breathing became rapid.

"Greetings, Saint Ou!" The Eighth Elder was respectfully bowing to the shadow of Saint Ou. Although she knew that it was just a shadow transformed by the will of heaven and earth and not a real person, the old woman still maintained a respectful attitude without a trace of neglect.

After paying her respects, she turned her gaze towards Gu Yunzhou, who was still writing furiously, her eyes full of admiration.

"Greetings, Eighth Elder!" "Greetings, Seventh Elder!" The many students present saluted respectfully, their faces full of awe and anticipation.

At this moment, the people from the aristocratic families also came to their senses. Even though some of them were still not quite clear about the situation, after being reminded by their elders, they all obediently performed the etiquette of juniors to the old woman.

It turned out that this seemingly ordinary old woman was actually one of the twelve elders of Shushan Holy Land—the Eighth Elder! Despite her ordinary appearance, she was actually a hidden semi-saint.