Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

In the dormitory piled with books, the table was filled with waste manuscript papers, among which there were many scribblings and revisions, and finally there was one that was pretty good.

And this also depends on the guidance of three senior students.

Su Ping looked at the paper and said, "It's basically done. We just need to check it again."

Zeng Xi held his chin with one hand and said with a smile: "Little brother, you are so enthusiastic. Well, I will help you again!"

"To put it bluntly, Brother Zeng, you are here just because you have nothing to do," Yan Ziyuan said.

Ran Ziyou echoed: "Indeed."

"Hehe, aren't you two the same? Same with you!" Zeng Xi curled his lips.

In the midst of this fun, the review officially began.

The eye of a poem, which is the title of the poem, is not the most important, but it is indispensable.

In the Qianyan Fu taken by Su Ping, the word "fu" originally refers to a genre of writing that uses elaborate language, describes objects and expresses one's thoughts. It requires writing a long paragraph to be considered a fu.

However, Su Ping explained it in another way, which was to give a poem. Since the ancient poems of Liyue were mostly in reverse order, it was not a big problem.

Zeng Xi stared at the draft and read it over. "The first sentence, I wrote a poem for a thousand rocks, and I can express all my thoughts in one poem."

"The first half of this sentence is a bit too plain, but it directly explains the reason for the creation, and the ten thousand words that follow express the various words hidden in my heart about the Qianyan Army."

Ran Ziyou silently recited a few sentences and said, "Little brother, this seems to be a little too straightforward."

"Brother Ziyou, there's no need to say anything. It's actually very straightforward." Su Ping sighed, and then said, "I think Mr. Zuiyin's poetry style is good, so I learned it."

Yan Ziyuan savored it for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. Let's move on to the next sentence. Holding a spear and wearing armor, there are hundreds of thousands of people."

"The first sentence is fine, but I suggest you change the second sentence. If there is no annotation, I think it will cause another controversy over the words, which will also affect your reputation."

"I understand." Su Ping nodded slightly and thought: "How about changing it to 3,000 rock helmets on the dome?"

"Changing the target from Qianyan Army to Qianyan Group does make more sense, but didn't you want to write about the Qianyan Army?" Zeng Xi asked.

"I guess it's all there. Without the Qianyan Group, there wouldn't be the Qianyan Army today. Besides, the following part basically writes about the deeds of our ancestors, so let's just use this prosperous era to commemorate our ancestors!"

Su Ping recalled what was recorded in the book: the fierce and mighty battle of the Qianyan Group, which was countless times stronger than today's army.

Su Ping didn't know how difficult it was to grow from 3,000 private soldiers to a regular army of 300,000. However, he was truly touched.

"Your tactfulness is beyond my reach." Zeng Xi paused for a moment and continued, "The martyrs fought against the devil with their own bodies and restored peace to this world."

Ran Ziyou frowned and said, "That's a bit exaggerated."

"I know, but in this book called 'Liyue Qianyanzhi' written more than a thousand years ago, it is written: The power of Qianyan is unparalleled, and the three thousand spears and armors are comparable to the demon gods!"

Su Ping said slowly: "Although it feels exaggerated, it is still said that such mighty and domineering power is not inferior to the devil, which shows the bravery of our ancestors."

Zeng Xi said, "Then here comes the key question. The Emperor and the Immortals were not mentioned at all in this poem. I'm afraid that someone with ulterior motives will use this as an excuse to criticize them."

"Don't worry about that. This is a poem describing the Qianyan Group and the Qianyan Army. If someone asks, we can just ask back." Yan Ziyuan patted his shoulder and continued, "Be polite to others, but you have to know who you are treating!"

Ran Ziyou smiled and said, "Brother Ziyuan is right."

Su Ping asked: "Then what's the next sentence?"

"Of course." The three said in unison.

"The military prestige shakes the heavens, and our Liyue soul is immortal."

"There's nothing to be particular about. Bye." Zeng Xi waved his hand.

"If you ask why I cherish the memory of the ancients, it's because the thousands of rocks are solid and will never move!" Su Ping emphasized the second half of the sentence, making it sound very powerful.

"Okay, I can't find any major flaws, so let's just leave it at that." Yan Ziyuan pondered for a moment, then continued, "But apart from Mr. Zuiyin, few people dare to try this vernacular poem, so you better be mentally prepared."

"Brother Ziyuan, don't worry. I have actually investigated this a long time ago." Su Ping told about the new poetry collection he had looked through a few days ago.

Yan Ziyuan's face changed, and he said in disbelief: "Really? Most of the poems and essays circulating nowadays are written in popular language, and can be understood without reading annotations?"

"Haha, what's the matter? Ziyuan, are you still doubting me?" Zeng Xi smiled and said, "Times are changing. The poems we read when we were young may be outdated."

Su Ping waved his hand and said, "How can you say it's outdated? If the older generation of poets hadn't all withdrawn from the world and had no new works, how could the new generation's poems and essays be passed down?"

"However, it is easy to understand, but the rhythm and rhythm of the poem are quite lacking!" Zeng Xi sighed.

Ran Ziyou was also somewhat sentimental, because with the changing times, popular things would always be replaced by new ones. He only hoped that the people of Liyue in the future would not forget the existence of this group of astonishing poets.

Don't forget the Immortal Poet who created many words and had a heroic style of writing, the Sage Poet who had a varied style of writing, first ambitious and then graceful and meticulous, and the eight great poets of Liyue.

This era gave birth to too many famous people. It was an extremely glorious and brilliant era, and it just happened to coincide with the time when newspapers were full of new publications.

As information is transmitted at a rapid speed, reports of all kinds of trivial matters have overshadowed people's enthusiasm for research and exploration. For things that cannot be understood at first glance, they will be forgotten.

This is why, if you want to publish a poem nowadays, you have to look ahead and behind for a long time, fearing that it will cause various public opinions. This was something you didn’t have to worry about ten or even five years ago.

But in the torrent of time, nothing can survive. Only those things that can withstand the erosion of time are truly necessary to exist. Those that still shine brightly after thousands of years are the works of great talent.

"Well, it seems useless. Let's go get the master's signature and then publish it." Zeng Xi stood up and stretched his muscles.

The poems on the table, written in black on white paper, sparkle brightly under the bright sunlight.

I write about thousands of rocks because of thousands of rocks, and express all my words in one poem.

Holding spears and wearing armor, there are three thousand rock helmets on the dome.

The martyrs sacrificed themselves to resist the evil spirits and restore peace to the world.

The military ceremony and might shake the sky, and forge our Liyue soul into an immortal one.

If you ask why we cherish the past, the thousands of rocks are solid and will never move!

……

In the teacher's room, after obtaining signatures, the four began to look for their next target, the publishing house.

In fact, there is no need to submit your work everywhere. You just need to find one of the few female students of the teacher whom they are very familiar with, and the problem can basically be solved.

One of the greatest blessings in life is to have someone offer you a pillow when you fall asleep. Isn’t the figure walking slowly in front of the four people Ji Fang?

"Junior sister Ji Fang, please stay." Zeng Xi waved his hand and called her.

"Huh?" Ji Fang looked up and saw the four people who were inseparable, her senior and junior classmates.

"Junior sister Ji Fang, I have something I would like to ask for your help." Yan Ziyuan spoke sincerely.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "What can you four do that requires my help?"

Su Ping took a step forward and said, "I wrote a poem, and the three fellow students helped me change some parts. Now I have the teacher to help introduce it, and I just need a publishing house."

"Oh~ So Junior Su, you want to come to my house to publish, right?" Ji Fang smiled faintly and patted Su Ping's head gently.

Su Ping couldn't avoid asking for help, so he could only ask, "Is it okay?"

"Of course there's nothing wrong with that. I'll just tell them later. There's no need to wait for a time slot. I'll just publish it in the newsletter tomorrow and see the effect."

Ji Fang smiled and said, "If the effect is good, it will be included in the new edition of Liyue Poetry Collection in three months. The royalties and other miscellaneous fees should add up to tens of thousands of Mora!"

Su Ping's eyelids jumped. He had always thought that this business was easy to make money, but he didn't expect it to be so profitable. However, he still had to wait for the so-called verification period to pass. If he counted it up, the day he got Mora would be almost the Moon Festival.

However, it is easy if we don't count the time spent looking up information, the human help when making changes, the pile of drafts written after racking my brains, and the connections with Kong Fuzi and the publishing house.

Otherwise, Su Ping would still be hesitating at the first step. Thinking of this, he said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Ji Fang."

"Hey, just remove those three words and just call me sister!" Ji Fang looked at the little baby with anticipation on her face.

Su Ping's mouth twitched, and he forced himself to speak, calling out: "Sister..."

"Hey, Su Ping, be good. I won't leave." Ji Fang rubbed the little baby's face and it felt just as she had imagined.

And the voice of "sister" that seemed to acknowledge her made Ji Fang feel a little ecstatic. After all, getting a smart, good-looking, and well-mannered brother for free was not a loss no matter how she thought about it.

Beside these two men, three young men looked at each other and sighed.

In order to make money, Junior Su actually sold his body. This is really a reflection of the decline of morals in this world!

The next day, Qianyanfu was indeed featured in the "Xinwu Newspaper" of Wanwen Collection Society. The fact that it was written by a seven-year-old child and recommended by a saint instantly attracted a lot of attention.

However, the controversy is also huge.

One group believes that the work is too crude, and even if it is recommended by a saint, it may not be that good, as there is no rhythm or parallelism at all.

The other group believes that we should be more tolerant because it was only written by a seven-year-old child, and this is what is popular nowadays, so why do we have to focus on this song?

As the matter escalated, in the end even many scholars and writers who considered themselves to be somewhat knowledgeable would mention Qianyan Fu whenever they opened their mouths.

This caused a sensation in the city, and there emerged a group of people who claimed to be loyal readers of Qianyanfu. They were dismissive of any other works, as if Qianyanfu was a god-like existence.

But if you really ask them what's good about it, they can't say a word. They can only say that you just don't understand. All other poems are not as good as Qianyan Fu!

Because of this incident, Qian Yanfu's reputation has plummeted, but his popularity has remained high and has always dominated the charts.

Someone even organized an event to discuss various things related to Qianyanfu, claiming that all the major poets in Liyue were invited to attend and admission was open to all readers.

Some people are also speculating whether the author who has never appeared will also be present.

In fact, that was exactly the case. Su Ping had indeed arrived, and not only him, but Zeng Xi, Ran Ziyou, Yan Ziyuan and Ji Fang were all there.

The purpose of coming here uninvited is to see what this grand event can do.