I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Chapter 173 Another Song

Who could have imagined? This seemingly ordinary, unremarkable young man could actually be such a rare talent! He had made a killing today. With this poem, the value of this painting had increased several times. The only regret was that he hadn't asked Gu Yunzhou to write directly on the scroll. Otherwise, the value of this painting would be even more unpredictable. What a mistake! Li Hean was now regretting it so much that his intestines were turning green.

"Hmph, it's just good luck. The theme of today's painting was chosen by him himself. Who knows if he has secretly made sufficient preparations!" Lin Muyang, who was standing aside, saw Zhu Chenxu praising the young man and couldn't help but feel jealous. He spoke with a gloomy face.

As soon as he said this, whispers rang out around him: "That being said, it does seem to make sense. It really seems like too much of a coincidence, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, maybe this kid already knew today's topic, that's why he was able to perform so well." Everyone was talking about it, and the wind direction seemed to change for a moment.

However, at this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted loudly: "So what if you have prepared in advance? If you are given the same time and opportunity, can you write a good lyric that will shock the whole country?" As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell silent instantly, and those who originally agreed with Lin Muyang's point of view could not help but look at each other, speechless for a while.

After a long while, someone finally muttered, "I don't think it's likely. This young man was randomly selected from among everyone present. How could he have had so much time to carefully prepare?"

As this question was raised, others joined in the discussion, expressing their own opinions. Some firmly believed that the young man was truly gifted and talented; others thought there must be something fishy going on, perhaps some hidden secret. Thus, everyone began to argue, and the scene became once again noisy and bustling.

"Alright, stop arguing. Isn't there still a painting? If he can create a poem that moves the nine states, stabilizes the country, or even penetrates the state, it will be amazing!"

"Yes, let's continue watching!" The people around who were watching the show were no longer noisy and the noise gradually subsided.

Su Zian looked at Gu Yunzhou with blushing cheeks, not out of shyness but excitement. Just now, the distant sound of chimes rang out from the Book Mountain Holy Land not far away. This meant that the human race had produced another poem that would be famous throughout the nine states. He believed that soon a Confucian scholar from the Book Mountain Holy Land would come to invite him. How could he not be excited to have such a person write an inscription for his painting?

"Little brother, don't pay attention to those people, let's move on to the next painting. Today we must teach some people a good lesson, so that they know that there is always someone better than you!" Zhu Chenxu smiled, glanced in a certain direction with a seemingly casual but quite meaningful look, and shouted in a loud and powerful voice.

Lin Muyang was now furious, his rage threatening to erupt. His once handsome face was now livid with rage, veins bulging on his forehead as he stared intently at Zhu Chenxu and the young man standing shoulder to shoulder with him. As a prominent figure among the younger generation of the Lin family, Lin Muyang was always respected wherever he went. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? These two men's actions today had undoubtedly trampled upon his dignity before everyone, practically stepping on his face to ascend to the throne!

However, Gu Yunzhou, standing by, was oblivious to Lin Muyang's inner turmoil. At that moment, his entire attention was focused on the painting before him. The painting depicted a scene of peace and tranquility: quaint villages were scattered among verdant mountains and clear waters; crops flourished in the fields surrounding the village houses; children ran and played along the paths beside the fields; and beneath the old trees at the village entrance, several elders leisurely played chess... The entire painting was imbued with a rich sense of life, vividly depicting the people living and working in peace and contentment.

Gu Yunzhou gazed at the painting, his eyes flickering with thought. After a moment, he seemed to have reached a conclusion. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he murmured to himself, "Since this painting focuses on the joy of the people living and working in peace and contentment, I will use this as a theme and write a poem that captures the warm and harmonious atmosphere of the countryside." With that, he slowly walked closer to the painting, as if wanting to more deeply experience the emotions contained within.

"Don't laugh at the muddy wine of the farmers; in a good year there are plenty of chickens and pigs to entertain guests."

“When you're surrounded by mountains and rivers and think there's no way out, you'll find another village just out of the shadows.”

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The moment the pen fell, a green light suddenly began to appear again. Gu Yunzhou was not surprised at all. This was a dimensionality reduction attack from the Chinese ancestor Lu You. It was reasonable to be a national treasure poem.

But in stark contrast to Gu Yunzhou's composure was the reaction of the surrounding onlookers. Their eyes widened, their mouths opened wide enough to fit an egg, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

Exclamations surged in like a tide: "Oh my God! What on earth is going on? Where did this monster come from? He actually wrote another poem that will protect the country! I can't believe my eyes!"

"Is this a fake? How could someone continuously create poems that surpass the level of a nation? Even Li Zong, who is known as the King of Poetry today, would probably find it difficult to do so!"

"Who exactly is this young man? Could it be that our human race is about to give birth to a brand new peerless genius?"

Everyone was filled with excitement, their hearts awash with emotion. Who could have imagined that coming here today to join in the fun and enjoy the melons would yield such an unexpected reward?

First, I witnessed a spectacular painting duel between two masters, then I heard a dark and melodramatic story behind a wealthy family, and finally, I was fortunate enough to witness the creation of such a heart-stirring poem. This excitement was truly worth it!

As the green light gradually spread, a small, delicate boat suddenly appeared, following the dense clouds in the distant sky, like an immortal descending to earth, and slowly descended. Finally, it landed steadily beside Gu Yunzhou.

Gu Yunzhou was stunned for a moment, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Then, something unexpected happened—the boat suddenly turned into an illusory shadow and slammed into him with lightning speed.