Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The three-day holiday for ancestor worship passed quickly.

Led by his father, Su Ping set out on the journey back to the private school. At the village entrance behind the father and son, Li Ying and Xiao He waved and saw them off.

On the muddy road, two figures, one big and one small, intertwined and echoed each other in the early morning sunlight.

Su Ping looked straight ahead, but his pupils were slightly dilated, probably because he was thinking about something related to poetry.

The road in front of him seemed not to be a road, but lines of poetry that had been passed down through the ages. The sound of his footsteps on the mud was like the sound of pages turning.

Thousands of words finally turned into half a poem, and just when it was getting better, an angry "yo!" was heard.

The sound was shrill. It was not the cry of a human, but the cry of a pitch-black monster with extremely thick hair on its head, like an animal's mane. It had a mask on its face, which was terrifying and creepy.

They were the Hilliards, a cursed monster. This was all the information Su Ping knew.

There were four monsters in total, three small and one big. The small ones were the size of an adult, and the big one was more than two meters tall. They held a huge axe in their hands, and flames spewed out of the axe blade, as if they could roast any living creature with one axe.

Su Ping didn't have time to react. He only felt his body being pulled. Then the world in his eyes began to shake. Due to the limitation of his vision, he could only see the road.

This was Su Yue's extremely quick reaction. The moment he picked up his son, he ran towards Liyue Harbor, his heart beating so violently that it seemed like it was going to jump out.

Because monsters like the Hilichurls, although very common in the game, are just ants under the swords of the travelers and can be killed at will.

But this is the real world, and an ordinary Hilichurl has the fighting power of an adult, not to mention the Hilichurl thugs who can use elemental power.

If they were caught up by this group of monsters, there would be only one possible outcome for Su Yue and his son. That would be a pile of bones left behind, which would be dug out and used for research by powerful adventurers someday.

Su Yue ran very fast with the wind under his feet. The whistling wind blew past his ears, making a rumbling sound.

But the Hilichurls are monsters after all, so it is not easy to be thrown off. The distance between the two sides gradually narrowed.

Five meters... three meters... one meter, within reach!

As Su Yue ran, he held his son in his arms and protected him tightly, while his back was completely exposed to the Hillilians.

Following a roar, the Hillilchur man in the front raised the wooden stick in his hand and swung it hard.

If this attack hits, Su Yue's back will definitely be torn apart, and maybe even a few bones will be broken. With such an injury, let alone whether he can continue to move, the severe pain alone should be enough to make a person's body numb and slow down his movements.

And to slow down is to die.

puff!

At the critical moment, a long spear flew over, whizzed past Su Yue's side, and pierced the hill man's head, killing him with one blow.

This sudden change slowed down the movements of the remaining three Hillilians, but Su Yue didn't care about all that and quickly ran far away.

Only then did I dare to look back.

"Huha..." Su Yue panted and put his son on the ground. The tiredness from the chase just now and the unreality of surviving the disaster filled his heart.

After taking a few breaths, he recovered a little and looked at the Qianyan soldiers who were fighting bravely.

This team of Qianyan soldiers has a total of twenty people. The Qianyan soldiers who can patrol in the wild are already strong enough, not to mention that there are twenty Qianyan soldiers in total.

As the spear was swung, blood splattered everywhere and the monsters' wails sounded like a battle song of victory for them.

There were still a dozen people who had not taken action yet, and these Hillilians fell in a pool of blood on the ground and died on the spot.

Afterwards, those Qianyan soldiers who were unable to take action went to clean up the bodies, and the rest went to check on the father and son they had just rescued.

"How are you, both of you? If you are injured, please let us know immediately and we will take you to treatment!"

The leader of the Qianyan Army was dressed in yellow clothes and armor. He stood upright with his back straight. The blood on his gun fell to the ground, staining the mud red, brown and yellow.

Su Yue looked at the outfit with admiration in his eyes, and a trace of yearning for it, "No, we are fine."

The Qianyan soldier took a few glances and confirmed that there was no problem. He held the gun with both hands and said, "It's good that you're fine. There will be monsters around recently. If it's not necessary, try not to go out."

“Okay, okay, I’ll go home after I send my son to Liyue Harbor. I definitely won’t cause you any trouble!” Su Yue nodded repeatedly.

"Go to Liyue Harbor..." The Thousand Rock Army soldier hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I will select four of our men to take you there."

"This won't trouble you, right?" There was some surprise in Su Yue's eyes, but he was also worried that this would trouble them.

Unexpectedly, he just laughed, "No way, protecting the people is the duty of the Qianyan Army."

As he spoke, he turned his head and pointed to the four people around him, asking them to escort the father and son, and then took the remaining soldiers to patrol the surrounding area.

On the way, some soldiers couldn't stand the loneliness, so they chatted with Su Yue, and they were all laughing happily.

"Brother, that's what I'm calling you." The youngest soldier should be a chatterbox. Perhaps he has been keeping quiet for too long in the army, so he is chatting happily with this stranger.

"Brother, how old is the child? What are you going to do with him in Liyue Harbor?"

"He just turned seven this year. The private school was on holiday a few days ago, and I'm sending my son back now." Su Yue grinned. Although he was a carefree person, he naturally told everything in one go when facing the Qianyan Army.

“Private school?” The young Qianyan soldier murmured, then smiled and said, “That’s good. You are so young and you have Confucius to teach you. When you grow up, you will definitely be a pillar of Liyue!”

"Child, are you interested in joining the Qianyan Army? Your uncle will give you a high position in the future!"

Before anyone else could speak, the oldest of the four soldiers scolded, "What are you doing and what path are you on? You don't need a little bastard like you. You should think about how to get promoted to centurion first!"

"No, what's wrong with me being a soldier? Without soldiers like us, where would we get 300,000 Liyue spears and armors, and where would we get this undefeated army?!"

"Your answer is quite good." The older soldier stopped talking and let him continue.

Su Ping, who had been silent the whole time, muttered in his heart: "Even if I'm looking at a harmless target, I won't let my guard down. Qianyan, Qianyan..."

At the entrance of Liyue Harbor, the young soldier stood straight facing the father and son, holding his gun with both hands, "Farewell, soldiers under the command of Captain Fengyan, mission accomplished!"

The other three soldiers took the same stance, but the older soldier said, "Don't shout that slogan next time."

"I know, I know." The young man waved his hand.

The group of four left, and when Su Yue looked at them, there was still respect in his eyes, because they were the Thousand Rock Army, the heroes defending Liyue.

Not long after, at the entrance of the private school.

Su Yue gave a few instructions, then took out a bag of Mora and pushed it in front of his son.

"How can I return this?" Su Ping put his hands behind his back and refused to take the money.

"Your mother is worried. As the saying goes, a poor family makes a rich road. Ping'er, just take it."

"I haven't spent much of what I spent last time. Dad, please take these back first. I really can't use so much!"

"Well, take it."

"I..." Su Ping was speechless for a moment. He guessed that his mother had discovered what he had done, so she sent it back to him. A loving mother can make clothes for her son.

"Dad..." Su Ping looked up at his father, but accidentally saw his cloudy eyes. In those eyes, there was a young child.

"Take it, Ping'er." Su Yue took his son's hands and stuffed the purse into his arms. Perhaps because the purse was small, it was bulging.

But Su Ping knew clearly that last time, it was this purse that didn't feel bulging. It turned out that his mother had "even worsened" and returned it to him.

The scene of pushing and pulling money between family members was not common, but at the gate of the courtyard, in roughly the same location, there were three similar situations.

"Okay." After accepting it, Su Ping talked with his father for a while before walking into the private school.

I inadvertently remembered a saying: family ties are hard to give up and the ties that keep you connected are forever. For someone who has never seen his biological parents but finally has them, this saying is such a true reflection.

Holding the heavy purse, Su Ping walked into the dormitory, put it in his package, and sat on the bed.

The three senior students had not returned yet, and the dormitory was very quiet. Su Ping sat down against the wall, thinking about poetry. Images flashed in his mind, but he could never leave the figures of his father and Qianyan Army.

That mighty and domineering figure, carrying the country on his shoulders, is hard to fade away for a long time. I can't help but have an idea in my mind. Why not compose a poem related to the Qianyan Army?

With this idea in mind, Su Ping began to think about the follow-up. The information about the Qianyan Army was in the Master's collection of books, and few people had ever written poems to praise this kind of soldiers.

There are only a few relatively famous ones, but with the advantage of the subject matter and the support of information, it is indeed possible to succeed.

After deciding on this path, Su Ping thought of a fallback plan. If that didn't work out, he would just go with that path. Anyway, he had to see some money this time.

After that, Su Ping went to see the Master.

This elderly man, who was over fifty years old, was still so amiable. He was wearing simple clothes at this moment, and he did not tie his hair up because he was not meeting strangers.

The two men sat opposite each other. After Su Ping greeted them, he also explained the reason for his disturbance.

Confucius stroked his beard and nodded, "You want me to be your recommender for publishing your poems?"

"Yes, Master, please help me."

"Haha, that's fine, but Zi'an, do you think your poetry has taken shape or shown any signs of improvement?"

"This is still under consideration, but it will be completed within a month!"

"So, that's fine, but have you decided on the key point of the poem?"

"Yes." Su Ping pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he said: "Qianyanfu!"