Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Many scholars gathered in the teahouse. They each ordered a pot of tea, and then started shouting and arguing back and forth between the tables.

There was a clear distinction between the two sides, and they moved their tables and chairs aside, leaving a large open space in the middle.

I don’t know which wealthy person booked the second floor and hung two calligraphy works on the railing on the second floor.

The one on the left reads, "Writing and painting is for fame and fortune."

The one on the right reads "A clown who brings disgrace upon himself"

Looking at the reason why they got together at this time, it is not difficult to know who they are talking about. It is obvious that they are mocking Su Ping, saying that writing poetry for fame and fortune is just bringing humiliation upon oneself.

From this point of view, the supporting side has obviously lost momentum.

"These people who are using money to attack others are making such a fuss over a poetry discussion. What do they think of us?"

One of the supporters was indignant. He had come here because he had heard that the other party was interested in discussing poetry and prose, but he ended up seeing this show of power.

It is definitely impossible to convince them, and naturally they have started to criticize this generous person in their hearts or in their mouths.

"I don't know who this person is. He relies on a few Moras to act like this. Does he think the Liyue Law Department doesn't exist?"

"It's no use talking about this now. Mora is just a ticket. Besides, for something like this, the heaviest punishment is Mora."

"The world is going downhill!"

Many people also shook their heads and sighed.

If it were a few years earlier, there would not have been such a trend. At that time, they would have had such joy in conversation and discussed poetry with such pleasure, without any of the hesitation and depression they have today.

When one party is unhappy, the other party will naturally be happy. Looking at the sighs over there, they laugh out loud, with sarcasm and gloating in their laughter.

"The timing, location and people are favorable, and you have nothing to lose. Isn't it clear who will win this time?"

"Haha, I advise you to get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise you will end up like what is written on this silk and bring disgrace upon yourselves!"

"These guys!" One of the supporters clenched his hands, "You are going too far!"

"Humph, you're just beating up a drowning dog. This discussion of poetry is like a battlefield. Before the battle begins, of course we have to grind it out first. If you don't like it, just refute it!"

"You don't even know this, do you? What a country bumpkin!"

This remark once again caused laughter from the opposing party. There was disdain and contempt in their eyes, and they acted superior, as if they could control the capital of others with just a word.

They don't even take the supporting party seriously.

In the teahouse, at a table in the corner that no one had visited, sat Su Ping and his group.

They saw and heard everything that had just happened. Ji Fang had a droopy face, with her hands on the table, supporting her chin, and looked at Su Ping who was calmly drinking tea, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"No, aren't you angry?"

"Why?" Su Ping took a sip of tea, then picked up a snack and tasted it carefully. It looked like he really came here to drink tea.

"The guy upstairs is obviously scolding you, and you still can drink tea and eat snacks?" Ji Fang spread her hands. If she didn't know this junior, she would probably think he was a perverted masochist.

Su Ping said calmly: "If you want to make him collapse, you must first make him crazy. When he thinks he has reached the top, then stomp him hard into the mud. This is the best way!"

"It's a good thing you can hold it in. You're as calm as someone older than me." Ji Fang said it unintentionally, but she was telling the truth, she just didn't know it.

Zeng Xi, who was sitting with him, smiled and said, "Young Master Su, you are always like this. You can't judge by your age."

Yan Ziyuan also smiled, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze, and said with a smile: "Indeed, perhaps this is the person who is destined by heaven to shoulder a great responsibility."

"My two fellow students, you are exaggerating. I just see things more clearly. After all, there is profit to be made!" Su Ping's harmless appearance, coupled with some vulgar words, is really hard to imagine.

Ran Ziyou laughed and said, "Young brother, there is no need to be modest. It is a good thing to be wise beyond your age. However, be careful not to be too mature at a young age and avoid letting your enthusiasm be overshadowed by old age. Otherwise, the gain will outweigh the loss."

"I understand this, don't worry, Brother Ziyou." Su Ping nodded slightly and smiled softly.

Ji Fang wanted to ask more questions, but then she saw Su Ping pointing to the second floor and said, "It looks like the people on the second floor are about to start speaking."

Of course, it wasn't just their table that cast their gazes there. All the writers and scholars on the entire first floor raised their heads and looked in that direction.

Behind the railing was a young man with a crown on his head and a handsome appearance. His eyes seemed to show cynicism and a playful look.

He was wearing a white robe with blue patterns, which was of high quality in both texture and style. He had several precious jade pendants on his waist. Two graceful beauties followed him, and there were more than twenty young men guarding the stairs.

Such a formation and such attire all reveal two words: dandy.

"All your consumption today will be charged to Li's account. Drink as much as you want. Just order whatever you want. Just treat it as your own."

The dandy young man said in a loud voice.

A beautiful lady next to him immediately threw herself into his arms, and her voice became soft and sultry: "Sir, you are so generous! Sir, you are so majestic! I like you so much!"

"Really? What do you like? Tell me in detail." The young man surnamed Li slapped the beauty's back and kneaded those two fat areas hard.

"Well~ Young master, you are so bad. There are so many people here. I don't want to let others take advantage of me here!" The beautiful woman twisted her waist, and the heavy thing on her body pressed against the young man, causing him to deform slightly.

"What's wrong with having too many people? I'll ask them to close their eyes, and no one dares to open them. I'll let them watch, and no one is allowed to move their eyes away." The young man stretched out his hand, embraced the not-so-enthusiastic beauty next to him, and teased her.

"Why, you don't look very interested. Are you feeling bored?" The young man deliberately emphasized the word "boring".

This made the unenthusiastic beauty tremble. She knew what the dude meant, and in order not to be stripped on the spot, she could only follow the example of the "senior" next to her and try to please him in every way possible, showing off her seductive body.

"That's right." The young man whistled and chuckled, "If you're new to it, you should study hard. Practice makes perfect, understand? I didn't have enough fun last night. You need to practice more. Go to the backyard of my house more often. I have made several sisters for you. You should study hard!"

"Yes." She gritted her teeth and spoke humiliatingly.

Then, the young man took the two beauties and walked back to the table. No one knew what happened afterwards.

But this alone was enough to make the people downstairs talk about it. Some of them covered their eyes with their hands, or simply lowered their heads, silently saying that it was disrespectful and that one should not look or listen to anything inappropriate.

Some of them opened their eyes wide, not wanting to miss even a bit of the beautiful spring scenery, their blood boiling, as if the young man in the picture was themselves and they felt as if they were there themselves.

There are also a small number of people who think they have committed a sin in their hearts, but they spread their fingers a little and observe quietly. This kind of people probably have the desire but not the courage to commit a crime, or they do not want to tarnish their reputation outside.

At the same time, a doubt arose in everyone's mind and spread by word of mouth.

Li Xing is a big family in Liyue, with quite a few people, but there are only a handful of young masters who can be so arrogant and spend money like water.

"Look at this guy, he's almost twenty years old, and he has a despicable behavior. Isn't this..."

"The head of Shenglu Hall, Li Dangcheng's son, and the only heir of the Li family!"

"What! You said that guy is Mr. Li's son?!"

"What a joke! Lord Li has been honest and upright since he entered the Eight Gates. He has never been corrupt. He can be said to be a model official. How come his son is..."

"Alas, Lord Li's fame will be ruined by his son."

Those who originally supported Su Ping sighed continuously, just like a man who had been defeated in the battlefield, had no food or fodder, no pay, and returned home to find out that his wife had run away with someone else.

The opposing party, of course, was in high spirits and did not intend to miss this golden opportunity. They started with all kinds of sarcasm and ridicule, belittling the opponent's personality and behavior.

In the end, he still did not forget to step on Su Ping, and then praised the young master of the Li family upstairs. When he learned about the young man, it seemed that all this was destined to happen.

"Hahaha, the people on the other side, are you still going to argue about it?"

"If you don't dare to speak up, go home and warm your bed to your wife and children as soon as possible! Don't waste everyone's time here!"

"Oh, really, Young Master Li is already here, what else is there to discuss? Go home, take a shower and go to bed!"

"Hmph, poetry and prose isn't about who has more money. As long as it's written with care, you have no right to confuse right and wrong!" The young man who had clenched his fists before slammed the table and stood up.

After this noise was made, some people on the opposing side also acted in the same way. The situation between the two sides suddenly became tense, and it seemed as if they were about to come to blows.

In a flash, a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples patted the straightforward young man on the shoulder and said slowly, "Zi Hou, being too rigid will easily break you. Don't be so sharp. Sit down!"

"Teacher, but this..."

"Stop talking." The middle-aged man moved closer and whispered, "It's useless to argue with them now. When you win the argument later, you can go back any way you want. Now you can only endure it. Remember, endure it!"

"Yes..." The young man called Zihou lowered his head and responded, then sat back at the table, no longer paying attention to any voice from the opposite side.

He knew that the teacher was doing this for his own good, and the current situation was indeed like that. He could only endure it. After this moment, it would be time to fight back.

"Oh my, why are you so discouraged?"

“Stand up, you won’t be so scared to move after hearing a few words from me, right? You’re an adult, yet you’re still such a loser! Hahahaha…”

"Alright, alright, hold back a bit, or else someone will tell you off and make you cry!"

The opposing party burst into laughter, rocking back and forth, enjoying themselves greatly.

As for the supporting side, quite a few people had just moved to the other side either stealthily or blatantly, and the number of people suddenly became very unequal.

Under such circumstances, the discussion of poetry and prose finally officially began.