I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Chapter 109 The Amount of Literary Spirit

At this moment, Gu Yunzhou was nervously controlling the giant bird transformed from his spiritual energy, running for his life. There was really no other way. Who could blame Master Jia and the others for lying there half-dead, spitting out blood from time to time? This made Gu Yunzhou extremely anxious.

"Master, are you all okay?" Gu Yunzhou was extremely anxious. He looked back at Master Jia and others worriedly from time to time, and at the same time kept urging Dapeng to speed up and fly towards the distance.

He didn't dare to relax at all, for fear that his distraction would slow him down. If he was caught up by the crazy scholar who was chasing him closely, he would be really finished.

It wasn't until this moment that Gu Yunzhou truly realized the terrifying power of a fifth-rank cultivator. Although he knew that Uncle Cai and Old Huang were both sixth-rank cultivators, and Master Jia and Xiao Qi were even seventh-rank cultivators, they were completely powerless against this powerful fifth-rank scholar.

With just one move, everyone was seriously injured. If Gu Yunzhou hadn't seized the opportunity and rescued them, I'm afraid everyone would have already gone to the underworld hand in hand.

"Head towards the border. This Peng bird is fast. As long as we reach the border, that crazy scholar won't dare to attack us even if he has the courage of heaven!"

Uncle Cai sat up with difficulty, circulating the spiritual energy in his body, trying to recover from his injuries as soon as possible, while pointing in a direction and speaking to Gu Yunzhou.

Gu Yunzhou nodded and drove the Peng bird in that direction. They had already suffered an attack once, and if they were caught up again, the consequences would be disastrous.

The only thing he could do now was to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible and seek shelter. As expected, strength was the foundation of survival, and Gu Yunzhou was even more eager to become stronger.

"We're fine, thanks to you!" Uncle Cai looked at Gu Yunzhou gratefully, his heart filled with guilt. They were supposed to protect Gu Yunzhou, but at the critical moment, they had to rely on him to save his life.

Master Jia also trembled as he pulled out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill and swallowed it directly. After the pill entered his stomach, his complexion gradually began to improve, and the injuries on his body were slowly suppressed.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that crazy scholar to be so powerful. Even with the four of us working together, we couldn't even get close to him!" Xiao Qi and Lao Huang also sat up and began to slowly recover from their injuries. They recalled the scene of fighting with the crazy scholar just now, and they couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

"No, look down!" Suddenly, Uncle Cai seemed to have discovered something and looked down somewhere. Everyone lowered their heads in confusion and followed his gaze.

A faint red dot stood out against the vast wilderness. It grew larger and larger, and upon closer inspection, it was moving rapidly in their direction, seemingly catching up soon.

"Climb high and look far, it will be bright!" Uncle Cai shouted softly, and saw the surrounding literary energy gathering towards his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, a faint white halo had appeared in his pupils.

"It's the Crazy Scholar. He's caught up with us. At this speed, he'll catch up with us in another stick of incense!"

Uncle Cai's face looked extremely ugly. Looking at the little red dot below that was getting closer and closer, his whole aura suddenly changed, like a taut bowstring, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

"What? They caught up so quickly!" Master Jia stopped healing his wounds and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

Restoring Wen Qi takes time, that's undeniable. There are only two ways to quickly restore Wen Qi: one is to rely on patience and patience; the other is to take spiritual treasures that can accelerate recovery, but such treasures are too precious and inaccessible to ordinary people.

Even people of the level of Yuan Shanzhang would not be willing to take it casually unless they encountered very special circumstances.

The key problem was that even if they wanted to take it, they didn't have enough on hand. Before leaving, Yuan Shanzhang specially gave him three pills for recovery. These pills were carefully made from spiritual treasures.

Swallowing one pill would quickly restore one's spiritual energy. However, it should never be used lightly unless it was a matter of life and death.

Now Master Jia has the porcelain bottle in his hand, waiting for a burst of power at the critical moment to catch the crazy scholar off guard.

"Come on, at worst I'll fight him!" Xiao Qi also stopped recovering from his injuries because he knew that literary spirit was more important than his injuries.

Although the wounds on his body were serious, they were not life-threatening for the time being. However, if his spirit energy was over-depleted, he would be helpless and waiting to die when facing the enemy.

"You guys hide behind me and take the opportunity to attack him by surprise. I have thick skin and flesh and I'm not afraid of pain!" Old Huang grinned naively, and then stopped recovering from his injuries.

"What a pity! This bird's spirit is so effective when used, but so slow to recover!" Master Jia covered his chest, coughing and cursing.

Although the pill he had just taken could temporarily suppress the injury, it was only a stopgap measure and could not fundamentally solve the problem. If he wanted to fully recover, he would need to rely on Wen Qi to nourish him for a period of time.

When Gu Yunzhou heard this, his heart suddenly moved. It was only then that he realized a problem.

"Master, could you please tell me approximately how much Wen Qi your Wen Palace can store?"

"Ah? Why do you think of asking this now?" Master Jia looked at Gu Yunzhou strangely, but as a teacher, he answered without thinking.

"Take me for example. I'm a 7th-rank scholar, and my foundation is pretty solid. My palace is now built of wood and is quite stable. It can store almost 3 stars of literary energy!"

"As expected of you, you are the master of one of the four great academies in Jinzhou County. I am also a 7th-rank master, and my current literary energy storage is only 2 stars!"

Gu Yunzhou was completely clueless about the divisions of the Wen Palace. He had been promoted so quickly that he hadn't had time to process them, so he didn't have much to reflect on. However, Xiao Qi couldn't help but speak with emotion.

"Yes, everyone in the Academy of Literature is a brave and warlike hero! Although I am already a sixth-rank Confucian scholar, my literary energy storage capacity is only four stars!" At this time, Uncle Cai's eyes became complicated, and he also looked at Master Jia and spoke.

"You are all too modest. It's just luck. By the way, Yun Zhou, do you know how we Confucians divide the Wen Palace?"

After saying this, Master Jia bowed slightly to Uncle Cai and the others, then simply sat cross-legged. After all, he couldn't recover from his injuries, nor could he go down to fight those crazy Confucian scholars. To make matters worse, an endless gravel beach began to appear below, leaving them with nowhere to hide.