I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Chapter 198: Where the Face Gone

After saying this, Zhu Chenxu reached into the Wen Palace and pulled out a mysterious scroll. He then lowered his voice and whispered a few words to the people around him. Then, under Jiang Liunian's excited gaze, he quickly began to implement his plan.

Before long, everything was ready. Zhu Chenxu gently brushed off the dirt that had accidentally stained his palms, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile: "Hey, next we'll have to see how lucky he is. I hope he doesn't let me down too much!" At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the distance ahead, as if he had already foreseen the wonderful show that was about to unfold.

"Don't worry, this time we'll definitely make them suffer the consequences of their actions. It's truly satisfying! But it's a shame we don't have time to stay here and watch the show!" Jiang Liunian said excitedly. His legs were no longer aching, and the frustration in his heart had dissipated without a trace. Even the surrounding scenery seemed particularly pleasing to the eye.

In reality, their plan was incredibly simple and ingenious. The scroll Zhu Chenxu had produced was a treasure trove of powerful illusionary powers. Such treasures were pricey and rare to come by, but in order to rip those five guys off, Zhu Chenxu didn't hesitate to retrieve it.

The working principle of this cultural relic is actually quite simple. It is cleverly placed near the lakeshore. Once someone approaches it, they will fall into a strange illusion, lose their way, and unknowingly walk back along the same path, mistakenly believing that they have successfully reached the lakeshore.

However, it is not completely impossible to break this illusion. If you have extremely keen senses and can use your own literary energy reasonably, it is still possible to detect the abnormality.

But the most wonderful thing is this: in this special area, who would dare to use Wen Qi easily? After all, those densely packed red snakehead fish in the lake are not vegetarians.

Therefore, Gu Yunzhou and others concluded that the five people did not dare to take the risk of using literary energy to break the deadlock. In this way, this magical scroll can maximize its effect. As for how many people will be deceived in the end, we can only wait and see!

The few of them continued to walk forward refreshed, and Wu Ke also officially joined their team, but after crossing a small path, they were separated.

Gu Yunzhou was the first to notice something was amiss. In the blink of an eye, the scene around him had completely changed. His companions had vanished without a trace, and before him suddenly appeared several winding paths. These paths were as complex and intricate as a maze, leaving him momentarily bewildered.

To the right of each path stood a tall stone tablet, inscribed in a flamboyant style with characters such as "Poetry," "Ci," "Song," "Fu," "Qin," "Chess," "Calligraphy," "Painting," "Dance," "Medicine," and "Miscellaneous." The meaning was self-evident: it clearly encouraged people to choose a path based on their preferences and expertise. I imagined my other companions facing the same decision, only this mysterious mountain of books had somehow separated them.

After pondering for a moment, Gu Yunzhou finally made up his mind and set foot on the path with the word "poetry" engraved on it. As soon as he stepped into it, something magical happened - the scene before him changed rapidly as if under a spell.

The once bare, barren path was suddenly adorned with blossoms, as if he were immersed in a dazzling sea of ​​flowers. The bright sunlight gently shone upon him like a veil, bringing a touch of warmth. The melodious chirping of birds echoed in his ears from time to time, the clear and melodious sound like the sound of nature, refreshing and soothing. Looking out, the garden was ablaze with peach blossoms, their pink and white petals dancing in the breeze, creating a breathtaking display of blossoms.

Beneath this beautiful peach grove, several young men in gorgeous attire sat together, chatting and laughing, looking quite content. They were either reciting poetry or exchanging artistic talents, each face filled with joyful smiles.

Then a strong wind blew, the flowers quickly withered, the birds flew away, and the garden that was originally full of flowers became dead silent. The group of noisy young people disappeared. Then winter came and spring came again. The peach blossoms in the garden bloomed, but the group of originally happy young people had disappeared, leaving only the fragrance of flowers in the garden.

"Please compose a poem based on this scene. Time limit: one stick of incense!" At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out from nowhere, like a thunderbolt piercing the silent sky. Gu Yunzhou, lost in thought, was startled. The magnificent, picturesque scene before him vanished in an instant, replaced by a simple and elegant table and chairs.

Looking at this sudden change, Gu Yunzhou muttered to himself, "What is this? Is this a modern version of 'writing a story based on a picture'? This sacred place of books is quite advanced."

But if you think about it carefully, it is quite unique and creative, but it always makes you feel like you have traveled back to your school days. Moreover, this model is quite similar to the picture writing exercises I did as a child.

It's just that this one is a bit more sophisticated. The elementary school students' version is a picture version, while his is a dynamic video version. Although the format has been upgraded, the essence doesn't seem to be much different."

Thinking of this, Gu Yunzhou shook his head helplessly, a smile playing on his lips. For others, composing a brilliant poem based on such a scene in just a stick of incense would be no easy task. However, Gu Yunzhou's mind was filled with the crystallization of thousands of years of Chinese wisdom, so he only needed to think briefly before he began to write.

"Last year in this gate today, people's faces and peach blossoms are red."

"I don't know where the person has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

This is a work by Cui Hu in the Tang Dynasty. When Gu Yunzhou saw the previous picture, the first thing that came to his mind was this long-circulated poem.

His pen flowed across the white paper like flowing clouds and water. In an instant, the paper blossomed with a dazzling brilliance, resplendent and brilliant. Strands of emerald-green literary energy, like a nimble dragon, snaked out from the tip of the pen, slowly swirling around the paper loaded with poetry.

At the same time, a delicate and elegant fragrance of peach blossoms quietly permeated the air, as if transporting people to a dreamlike paradise. Along with this enchanting fragrance, the joyful whispers of young people could be heard.