I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Gu Yunzhou was not impatient, but comforted Qin softly.

"I see. Then, Brother Yun, go back to your room and get some rest. Dinner will be ready soon!"

Qin heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this. She had just thought that Gu Yunzhou had been expelled by the teacher because he had not been to the clan school for more than half a month. Now that was good.

Gu Yunzhou only learned about Zhang Xuan's broken leg the next day. He did not think like others that it was an accidental injury caused by jealousy.

As far as he knew, the man who had competed with Zhang Xuan disappeared without a trace that night. Zhang Xuan's leg could have been cured, but unfortunately, the doctor from Huichuntang had to go to the countryside to see patients on that day. Due to the delay in going back and forth, Zhang Xuan's leg was naturally crippled.

Gu Yunzhou was secretly shocked by the cold-bloodedness and revengeful desire of the Gu family. At the same time, he secretly reminded himself that without the certainty of hitting the target with one strike, he could only endure and not take action.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day when Master Hu was leaving. Gu Yunzhou got up early in the morning, took an ox cart out of the city and went to a pavilion outside the city gate to wait.

Originally, this was just a flat dirt road, but later on, most people who were seeing off relatives and friends would say goodbye here, so the wealthy people in the city later invested in building a pavilion so that friends and relatives who were seeing off could have a place to rest. Over time, everyone got used to seeing off their relatives and friends here.

At this time, there were already several people in the pavilion bidding farewell, with indescribable melancholy and reluctance. Gu Yunzhou did not have to wait long, and soon he saw Master Hu's servant driving a carriage slowly approaching.

Gu Yunzhou quickly stood up to greet him. The carriage gradually slowed down, and the curtain was lifted, and a young man got off the carriage with a greedy look on his face.

"Hello, Master!" Gu Yunzhou walked over and saluted.

"Yunzhou, you're here. Hu Qi, come here. This is Gu Yunzhou, a student I taught at the Gu Clan School. This is my grandson Hu Qi!"

Master Hu was radiant and smiling, and he looked as if he had become several years younger.

"Hello, Brother Hu!"

"Brother Gu, there's no need to be so polite. I've heard Grandpa praise you several times these days!"

Hu Qi was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a very square appearance. He did have some similarities with Master Hu.

"Brother Hu, you are too kind. I am someone who has not yet absorbed the spirit of literature. How can I compare to you, Brother Hu?"

Gu Yunzhou's words were not just a courtesy. Hu Qi wore a literary treasure on his waist. Only scholars with literary energy in their bodies could wear it. It could enhance the power of literary warfare. Ordinary people could not get it.

"He just took part in the provincial examination a year earlier than you. I believe that with your talent, it won't be long before you catch up with my grandson!" Master Hu smiled and shook his head, then walked towards the pavilion.

"Grandpa, I'm not that bad!" Hu Qi said somewhat unconvinced, looking at Gu Yunzhou with unfriendly eyes.

"You kid still refuses to accept this. Master Yunzhou will test you one last time today. Let this useless grandson of mine know that there are always people better than you. Don't underestimate the world!"

Master Hu glared at his grandson, the most talented of all his descendants. At the young age of 18, he was already an eighth-rank scholar, and had a tendency to be arrogant because of his talent.

Master Hu also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to suppress him. You know, if the road ahead is too smooth, once you encounter a setback, the consequences will increase exponentially. This is also his painstaking effort.

Although Gu Yunzhou has not yet acquired the literary spirit, Master Hu has noticed his learning process, so he has been deliberately praising Gu Yunzhou in front of Hu Qi these past few days.

"Grandpa, you're the one setting the questions. I don't believe that a small Liuyun Town can produce any great talent!"

The grandfather and grandson started arguing with each other. Gu Yunzhou looked at this scene with a bit of a dilemma, but suddenly saw Master Hu nodding slightly at him. Knowing that this matter could not be avoided, he readily agreed.

"Please ask Master Hu to give us the questions!" Gu Yunzhou was not afraid. His mind contained the essence of Chinese culture for thousands of years. In this alien world, who could compare to him?

Several scholars who had come to see them off also gathered together. In the Tianxing Continent, there are two types of competitions: literary competitions and martial arts competitions. These are a very popular form of entertainment or duel here.

"Haha, well, since you've come all the way here to send me back home today, then please write a poem for me. If you're interested, you can appreciate it with me, my friends."

Master Hu bowed slightly to the spectators dressed as scholars and invited them, and they hurriedly agreed.

Literary fighting has been the most popular form of competition among literati and poets since ancient times.

Several people all entered the pavilion, where there was a stone platform in the middle, specially used for literati to write. A clever servant had already placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, waiting for Gu Yunzhou and Hu Qi to start writing.

The pavilion was silent at the moment, and everyone was staring at the two of them. Gu Yunzhou thought about it and had already made up his mind. He was about to walk over and pick up the pen to write, but he saw Hu Qi had already stood by the stone table before him.

"Brother Gu, let me start by showing off my skills!" Hu Qi bowed slightly, picked up the brush beside him and began to write.

The eyes of several scholars who had been waiting nearby lit up, and they moved closer to Hu Qi to watch.

"The gentle ripples of the zither strings speak of my heart, and a song of farewell fills my clothes with tears. In this world of mortals, we meet and part again, who says there will be no return?"

Hu Qi had just finished writing the last stroke when he saw a faint red luster suddenly appear on the originally white paper, and a bright golden color flashed at the edge of the paper.

The red light flickered slightly, and then suddenly entered Hu Qi's body, while the golden light on the edge was quickly drawn away.

"It's actually the red light of a completed poem, and the golden glow of the original work! Little brother, you are so talented. May I know your name?"

When several scholars nearby saw the red light on the paper, they all looked at Hu Qi in surprise.

Although it is only the lowest level of red precious light, you should know that without any basic skills, some people will not be able to do it in their entire life.

Hu Qi closed his eyes and felt it. It seemed that the red light entering his body was of great benefit to him. His originally tired face suddenly became radiant and full of energy.

"I am Hu Qi from Liangzhou, and I'm glad to meet some literary friends!" Hu Qi looked very proud at the moment. He had no idea that his grandfather would study here in advance, and he was able to come up with a poem of red light in a hurry, and it didn't deviate from the topic.

This poem of his was about parting, and since he was leaving Liuyun Town today, Gu Yunzhou came to see him off, which was quite fitting. It also proved that Hu Qi was indeed quite capable.

"Friend Hu is truly a young man to be feared!"

"That's absolutely right. To be able to create a poem of crimson light in such a short time, it's true that heroes emerge from youth!"

The people around him were full of admiration, and their eyes were full of admiration and envy when they looked at Hu Qi.