I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Chapter 219 Catch

Compared to the previous two days, the Mixu Grass at this moment seemed particularly bold and unbridled. Its emerald green leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and several times they swayed so violently that they accidentally touched the hem of Gu Yunzhou's clothes.

Gu Yunzhou sat there as usual, holding an exquisite bamboo flute in his hand. This time, he played a piece of music filled with melancholy.

The melodious flute music echoed in the silent night sky, like a wisp of smoke rising slowly and gradually spreading. The faint sadness accompanied by the unique timbre of the flute, like an invisible force, quietly permeated the surrounding air, making people feel sad.

Influenced by this music, the Mixu grass, which had been remarkably active the previous two nights, suddenly grew quiet. Its once upright leaves began to slowly droop, as if enveloped in a deep sadness, losing its former vitality and vigor.

The whole Mixu grass looked like a heartbroken person, with its head hung low, silently sad. Although it was unknown what was so sad about a grass, Gu Yunzhou did not stop his actions.

He still followed the steps of the previous two nights. He first calmly took out the water bag from his waist, gently took a sip of the cool spring water, and then after a brief pause, continued to play the heartbreaking song.

I saw that the leaves of the Mixu grass, which had been immersed in sadness, had unknowingly fallen to the ground.

Like someone in sorrow, he seemed unusually listless. However, in the next moment, a huge net woven with rich literary energy fell from the sky like lightning, and accurately caught the leaf that had just touched the ground in the blink of an eye.

Then, a pair of slender, bony fingers shot out like a ghost, grabbing the netted Mixu Grass with uncanny precision. The entire process was seamless, as fast as the wind, leaving the person barely able to react.

The leaves of the Mixu grass suddenly straightened up, and then the entire leaf began to fall into a kind of illusion. Gu Yunzhou was quick-eyed and quick-handed and lightly flicked its root. It was like a magic was interrupted, and the Mixu grass, which had been mostly trapped in the illusion, quickly turned back into a solid entity.

"Little guy, you didn't buy a ticket and enjoyed my performance for several days for free. Now that you've been discovered, why are you just patting your butt and preparing to run away?" Gu Yunzhou said as he continued to gently tap the rhizome of the Mixu grass with his fingers from time to time.

The leaves of the Mixu grass would twist involuntarily with every flick of his hand, like a child acting like a spoiled child.

What’s even more interesting is that some of the leaves that are obviously thicker actually try to stretch out to protect their fragile roots.

However, their efforts seemed powerless in front of Gu Yunzhou's nimble fingers. When these leaves touched Gu Yunzhou's fingers, they simply stuck to him like deflated balls and began to rub against him non-stop. It looked as if they were desperately begging for mercy from Gu Yunzhou.

A hint of surprise flashed in Gu Yunzhou's eyes. He didn't expect that the Mixu grass was so spiritual. Could it be that it had become a spirit?

The Mixu Grass noticed that the person before it had no reaction to its small gesture, so it became a little bolder. It carefully extended its largest leaf and gently and slowly wrapped it around Gu Yunzhou's finger.

The leaf seemed to have a mind of its own, rubbing against Gu Yunzhou's fingers in a flattering manner. If this Mixu grass could grow a tail, it would probably be shaking like crazy by now.

"You're quite clever, but you've been listening to me for a few days. You'll have to pay the price. Today I'll teach you a lesson. There's no such thing as a free lunch. So next time, remember to stay away from humans. Got it?"

Gu Yunzhou smiled as he looked down at the seemingly well-behaved Mixu Grass and whispered softly. Before he finished speaking, Gu Yunzhou mercilessly reached out and plucked the plumpest leaf from the Mixu Grass. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he gently loosened his fingers.

The moment he let go, the Mixu Grass, which was still shaking violently from having its leaves plucked, vanished without a trace in the next second like lightning! "Hey, you're running pretty fast! You really deserve to be the one who controls the power of space!"

Gu Yunzhou looked in the direction where the Mixu Grass had disappeared and couldn't help but mutter to himself. Then, he shook his head and chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about the Mixu Grass's escape. Then, he turned and walked towards another path that had just appeared before him, holding the six Wenlings that had just appeared in his hands.

The decision to pluck only one leaf instead of uprooting the entire Mixu Grass was a carefully considered one. You know, this place is a special place for the Book Mountain Holy Land. What kind of treasures can be obtained here depends entirely on one's luck and ability.

However, this Mixu Grass is by no means an ordinary thing. Without much thought, one can guess that it must have been recorded in the Elders' Council of the Shushan Holy Land, and it is even very likely to be one of the objects they focus on.

If I really destroy the Mixu Grass, it would be like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons. It would be the same if I had a leaf. After all, just having a leaf is enough. Why take such a huge risk?

Moreover, at the moment he had just grasped the Mixu Grass, he vaguely felt that the rich cultural aura surrounding him seemed to have undergone some subtle changes. Although this change was difficult to accurately describe in words.

But based on his keen intuition, he judged that it was very likely that the Mixu Grass would be teleported away before he could take action. Moreover, this thing was obviously very spiritual, and it seemed that it was more than just an ordinary Mixu Grass.

Since animals in this world can become spirits, then plants should be able to as well. After careful consideration, this idea became stronger and stronger. Hence, Gu Yunzhou's seemingly strange but reasonable action of plucking only one leaf and then letting the Mixu Grass go.

Continuing to walk forward along the road that suddenly appeared, Gu Yunzhou had already placed the leaves of Mixu grass in his hand in the Wen Palace. What he needed to do now was to face the final level of the trial.

But the next second Gu Yunzhou decisively chose to quit. It was not that he didn't want to continue, but he really couldn't do it. When he finally finished walking through the narrow and long path, what came into his eyes was a square of a scale beyond imagination!