I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Chapter 113 Wake up

When Gu Yunzhou woke up again, it was pitch black, with only a few stars twinkling in the sky. He found himself lying on a simple bed, with a faint herbal aroma filling his nose.

Gu Yunzhou rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness. He slowly sat up and looked around. He saw two beds nearby. Old Huang and Xiao Qi lay quietly, their faces pale as paper, but their breathing steady. Master Jia and Uncle Cai were nowhere to be seen.

Just as he was puzzled, the door of the room suddenly creaked and was gently pushed open. A figure walked in, and the faint light revealed the man's face - it was Uncle Cai.

Gu Yunzhou was surprised to find that Uncle Cai's face had many more wrinkles, as if he had aged ten years overnight. Uncle Cai walked in cautiously, holding a steaming bowl of medicine. When he saw Gu Yunzhou awake, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he quickly quickened his pace to the bedside.

"Mr. Gu, you're finally awake! How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Uncle Cai asked with concern, his voice filled with anxiety and worry.

Before Gu Yunzhou could reply, Uncle Cai impatiently thrust the bowl of boiling hot medicinal soup into his hands. "This is the herbal medicine I just brewed. It's very helpful for recovery. Drink it while it's hot!"

Just drink it first. After Gu Yunzhou finished drinking the medicine, Uncle Cai took the empty bowl with confidence.

"Uncle Cai, where is this place? Where is that crazy scholar? Didn't he catch up with us? How did you escape from him?" Gu Yunzhou had many questions in his mind, and now he couldn't wait to know what happened next.

Uncle Cai stared at Gu Yunzhou with a strange look for a while, and seeing the confused look on his face, he didn't know where to start complaining.

"Ahem, Mr. Gu, do you really not remember anything?" Uncle Cai asked tentatively.

"But my memory is still a bit hazy. I only know that I used up the last bit of my literary energy to pour it into the poem I had just written, and then... then it was as if a powerful force suddenly appeared, and I fainted!"

Gu Yunzhou frowned and tried hard to recall. He only remembered that he was filled with grief and anger at the time, and acted with the determination to never admit defeat. As for what happened afterwards, he really had no idea.

"That's because you burned all the literary rhythm of Guanzhou's poem, let it carry your will, turned it into a terrifying attack, and killed the crazy scholar with one blow!" Master Jia's voice sounded from outside the door, and as the voice approached, he also walked in.

Gu Yunzhou's face was filled with astonishment. He turned to look at the door and saw Master Jia standing there with a pale face and unsteady steps, his eyes filled with extremely complicated emotions.

"I killed the crazy scholar? How is this possible..." Gu Yunzhou widened his eyes in shock and muttered to himself in disbelief.

He was just a rookie of the ninth rank, yet he was able to surpass the fourth level and successfully kill a Confucian scholar. This was simply beyond common sense. Could it be that there was something wrong with his ears, or was he hallucinating?

"That's right, it's you! You killed him with one strike, so quick and clean! That crazy scholar couldn't be deader!" Uncle Cai also nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Are you crazy or am I? I'm a 9th-rank being trying to kill a 5th-rank being. Even a saint in the world couldn't do that!"

Gu Yunzhou still couldn't believe it. How could it be so easy to kill someone of a higher level? Take Master Jia and his men, two of them were 6th-grade and two were 7th-grade, but they were still hunted down by the crazy scholar without any chance to fight back. How could a rookie like him dare to kill these strong men? Could it be that they were cursing him to death? Haha, this joke was not funny at all.

"Well, under normal circumstances, it's of course impossible, but if you use a Guanzhou poem as a consumption, let alone a 5th-rank scholar, even a 4th-rank scholar would perish on the spot if he's not careful!"

Master Jia looked at him as if he were a prodigal son, and his heart bled when he thought of Guanzhou's poem. The first thing he did when he woke up was to listen to all the details told by Uncle Cai: "Young man, why not dream of picking stars and dare to shoot Yuheng with a mulberry bow?"

Look how well it is written. The youthful vigor and vitality are vividly displayed on the page. It's a pity that it's all gone in vain now.

Gu Yunzhou muttered to himself, "I only remember that when I finished writing, I had only one thought in my mind: I hoped that the arrow in the poem could really kill the enemy for me. I didn't expect it to succeed!" He shook his head in disbelief, as if he was still immersed in the feeling at that time.

At this moment, a picture suddenly emerged in his mind: the paper was floating and sinking, and then turned into a sharp light shooting towards the crazy scholar. This picture shocked and amazed him, and he also realized that his poem had actually played a role.

Master Jia, standing by, sighed, "What a pity for Guanzhou's poem. All its rhyme has been burned away. From now on, it's just an ordinary poem!"

There was a hint of regret in his tone, but faced with the emergency at the time, he couldn't say anything more. After all, life is more important than anything else, so it can only be said that it was a matter of time and fate!

Hearing what Master Jia said, Gu Yunzhou couldn't help but be a little surprised: "What does this mean? Does it mean that this poem can no longer produce any special effect?" He widened his eyes, his face full of confusion.

Gu Yunzhou subconsciously sat up straight, trying to regain consciousness. However, his head still throbbed slightly, as if it had been drained of energy.

He checked his Wen Palace and found that it was very dry. Only a tiny wisp of Wen Qi as thin as hair remained, coiled alone in it, looking particularly pitiful.

"Poetry that has lost its charm no longer possesses verve and can no longer produce special effects through literary aura. It can only be appreciated and appreciated as an ordinary poem!"

Master Jia looked at the poem in Gu Yunzhou's hand and said slowly that he still felt it was a pity.

Gu Yunzhou smiled slightly after hearing this: "That's great. A poem has saved several lives. This is a good deal. Besides, even if it has no special effect, it will still be remembered and studied by people. Isn't that enough!"

His tone was relaxed and carefree, as if the life-and-death crisis he had just experienced was just a joke.

"By the way, how are Lao Huang and Xiao Qi?" Gu Yunzhou glanced at the two people who were still sleeping, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes, and asked softly.

"It's not a big deal. He's stabilized after taking the medicine. Xiao Qi might not be able to go with us. His leg is badly injured and needs to be healed. But fortunately, his life is safe. We should have time to set off again after he recovers."

Uncle Cai answered from the side. His complexion looked much better than before, and his breathing was much calmer when he spoke.