Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

After such a long delay, two waves of literati, some of whom had moved away, and some of whom were steadfast, finally began to discuss poetry.

"Ahem." The intellectual on the opposing side cleared his throat and prepared to speak, while those who supported the other side obviously did not want to give him a chance.

"Regarding what you said before, that this poem is just a shoddy one, I want to ask you, how did you know that?" the middle-aged man on the supporting side said angrily.

The opponents were robbed of the opportunity, but they were unwilling to accept it. One of them snorted coldly and said, "This Qianyanfu, from the inside out, reveals the taste of cheapness and worthlessness everywhere. Isn't the difference known to everyone?"

"That's right. How can a poem without a few good words to introduce it achieve anything great? It's better to have nothing than to have something mediocre. Don't you understand this principle after living for most of your life?"

The middle-aged man closed his eyes slightly and asked back, "Everyone knows it, so why don't you tell them? Is there something you are afraid to say to others, or are you just talking nonsense?!"

"Don't slander me!" A young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes from the opposing party said loudly, "We are well-read. We dare not say that we are extremely talented or well-educated, but we are not far behind. How can we be fooled by something like Qianyan Fu?"

"If you want me to point it out, that's fine. It will prevent you from thinking that we won unfairly and then making a fuss about it and making trouble!"

“If anyone is making trouble, it’s you!” The young man named Zihou, who supported Fang Zhong, scolded.

"Hmph, here it comes." The young man on the opposing side snapped open the folding fan in his hand and gently waved it, "This sentence is too boring, and the second sentence after it doesn't seem to be connected with the first sentence. What do you think of this?"

“Just because of this?” The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back.

"Of course not." The young man who objected stood up, then paced in the field and said slowly: "The martyrs fought against the devil with their bodies and restored peace to this world."

"It is absolutely impossible for a human to challenge a god. This shows that the author did everything he could to write some poems. He even wrote something that he knew was impossible. Do you think he should be blamed?"

"Should all authors who do not delve into the language of poetry and just piece together a few plain words and publish them as poems be looked down upon by all the scholars in the world?"

"Good, good, good!" Everyone on the opposing side shouted loudly, and some people applauded, watching the unstoppable momentum.

"Then how do you know that this is impossible? Have you done it? Have you all done it?" The young man Zihou suddenly stood up and pointed at the people opposite him.

As his fingers moved, he uttered softly: "How did the pioneers of the Thousand Rocks Group protect Liyue Harbor? How did they allow us, the younger generations, to live in a peaceful world? And how did they give you and me the time to argue here? A human can fight a demon god!"

"If the Thousand Rocks were like you, believing that nothing could be done and retreating in the face of adversity, Liyue Harbor would have been destroyed long ago, and the people of Liyue would have perished long ago!"

"This is your one-sided statement. The battle back then was fought with the presence of the Emperor and many immortals. Otherwise, no matter how strong the Qianyan Group was, what would it be of use? Su Ping is just taking advantage of your mourning feelings to make a fortune from Mora!"

The young people on the opposing side seized the opportunity and fought back.

Zihou's eyes widened, his face slightly angry, "Don't talk to me about this. If the Qianyan Group is useless, then what is the point of establishing it? Is it a waste of the few resources at that time?"

"Besides, shouldn't we mourn the martyrs? What do you mean by exploitation? Has he taken our Mora? Or has he made some money from somewhere? Or has he distorted the image of the martyrs?"

"How can a poem that is still in the verification stage get Mora? Haha, why don't you go home and study for a few more years? You don't even understand this!"

"You, I won't talk to you about other things, let's get back to the issue of the poem." The young man on the opposing side frowned, seeming very indignant.

Zihou sneered recently: "You can't win the argument, so you want to change your position? I see you haven't read many books, but you are quite good at changing the subject!"

"I am only discussing the facts. I believe that everyone here would like to hear discussions on poetry and prose rather than lectures on great principles, right?" The young man holding a folding fan had a shrewd look in his eyes and shifted his focus to the crowd with ease.

"That's right, let's just talk about poetry, don't talk about those irrelevant things, it's annoying to listen to!"

"This place is for you to discuss poetry, not for you to talk nonsense. Hurry up and continue the discussion!"

There are many different opinions and arguments among those who oppose the other side, but to sum it up in one sentence, let’s talk about poetry.

Such a reaction made Zihou's heart burn with anger. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire. As he looked at those ugly faces one by one, it seemed as if he could burn them to death.

But remembering what his teacher had just said, Zihou stopped his surging anger and waited for an opportunity, an opportunity to defeat the enemy with one blow and make it impossible for the opponent to recover.

Therefore, Zihou just snorted coldly, watched the debate between the enemy and us, and remained silent.

Soon after, the young man on the opposing side spoke again: "Okay, everyone, let's continue discussing the poems. No matter what, if the poems are written in a mess, it will be useless."

As he spoke, he looked at Na Zihou and continued, "There is another sentence behind this, 'Building the immortal soul of Liyue'. It is not written clearly and is ambiguous. What is the soul of Liyue?"

"Need I ask? Of course it's a contract." Zihou answered directly without any hesitation.

"Oh?" The young man who objected closed his eyes slightly after hearing this. "How do you know? Did the author tell you? Or is it just your guess?"

"You are finding fault with me. Then I would like to ask you, what kind of soul do you think Liyue should have?" As soon as Zihou opened his mouth, he continued to express his previous anger as if there was no end.

"You are a Liyue person, but you asked about the soul of Liyue. You have done honor to your parents and ancestors. Why did you disappear from your mouth? Keep talking!"

"You have forgotten the foundation of the country, criticized the rising stars, and bit back when you are not right. You are so disloyal, unjust, and unkind. You don't even have the integrity that a scholar should have. It's a waste of time to read the books of sages!"

"You, you, you!" The young man on the opposing side was so angry that his teeth were chattering and he was fuming. He couldn't utter a complete sentence and could only stare at his opponent.

Zihou won the victory, and the morale of the entire support group was of course greatly boosted. All kinds of indescribable emotions burst out and were vented towards the opponents and betrayers.

In an instant, the situation was reversed. Such a huge gap was difficult for the young people on the opposing side to accept.

After a few heavy gasps, his eyes rolled back and he fainted. However, no one cared about his situation. In other words, he deserved it.

The noise downstairs could also be heard on the second floor. The young man surnamed Li got up, savoring the fragrance lingering on his face, tightened his trousers, and walked to a place where everyone could see him.

Looking carefully, it was very lively downstairs. Both sides were engaged in a debate with each other. The saliva was flying everywhere, which made people feel a little nauseous just watching.

The young man surnamed Li listened and realized that his side was about to fall. His eyelids twitched and he muttered to himself: "I don't believe that I can still fail in this Liyue Harbor!"

"Humph, if I don't show you some color, you really think I, Li Zide, am a freeloader!"

Talking to himself, he leaned his hands on the railing and shouted loudly: "Be quiet, all of you! You are making such a fuss, and if you know what you are talking about, you will think I have gathered a group of shrews to scold you in the street!"

"Everyone, be quiet!" Li Zide yelled at the top of his voice, but the people downstairs were obviously fighting fiercely and ignored him at all.

"Hey, you dare to ignore me, are you tired of living?!" Li Zicheng ran back, picked up a teacup, hurried back, and threw it hard on the ground on the first floor.

Ping!

The crisp sound of porcelain breaking was heard, which made everyone turn their heads and pay attention to the young man named Li who had finished having fun on the second floor and was about to cause trouble again.

Li Zide saw that everyone had finally turned around, and immediately his face became much more proud. He grinned and said, "It's okay if it's quiet, it's okay if it's quiet, hehe..."

"Hey, you just mentioned that Thousand Rocks Fu, what the hell, it's useless! What does all this long stuff prove?"

"If I were to say, this Thousand Rocks Fu is better than the previous one, which is... called No Clothes to Wear?"

At this time, the beautiful woman who was good at throwing herself into the arms of a man threw herself on Li Zide again. Her face was a little more moisturized than before, like a lotus flower emerging from water, enchanting and charming.

The neckline was much lower than before, revealing a large area of ​​white. She breathed softly, and her voice made people's bones numb. "Sir, that's called "No Clothes". Didn't we just try it? How could we forget it?"

"Haha, yes, yes, it's the song "Wu Yi"! " Li Zide's hand was on the heavy object belonging to the beautiful woman beside him, and he refused to leave.

His eyes were full of amusement. "Compared to 'Wu Yi', 'Qian Yan Fu' is like... like a beauty meeting me. No matter how strong she tries, she can only beg for mercy in the end. Hahahaha..."

These filthy words, which any normal adult could understand, made many literati who supported Su Ping spit in anger.

"Disgraceful to politeness!"

"To compare it to this, it shows how filthy he is. Ugh, ugh!"

Zihou's mouth twitched, his eyes slightly closed, and he asked back: "You compare the poems that have been handed down from thousands of years ago to the poems of today, how can they be compared?!"

"They are both poems, so why can't they be compared?" Li Zide hugged the beauty with a smug look on his face. "Since you say there is no comparison, let me test you."

"Well...if this young master gave you a place to intervene in officialdom or to benefit the people, what would you do?"

"This..." Zihou pondered. He did not think it was nonsense just because it was said by a playboy. Instead, he was thinking about it seriously.

He has been studying since he was young and his father had high hopes for him. However, many things happened later that were not as he wished. He didn't want to worry about it again, but today, he was reminded of it again.

Everyone looked at the stunned Zihou with different expressions.

Su Ping, who was in the most secluded corner, finished drinking the precious tea in the cup, then greeted the people sitting with him and prepared to leave.

Ji Fang looked puzzled and asked, "No, you really don't want to come out in person? They just treated you like that!"

Zeng Xi, Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou also frowned slightly. If the junior hadn't stopped them, they would have gone to help.

Hearing this, Su Ping smiled calmly: "If I were to personally deal with this matter, I would probably be in big trouble. Besides, they have brought me so much attention, so the rest is nothing."

"Let's go, before anyone finds out. We might have to pay for it ourselves!"

A few people walked out of the door quietly, and before they were far away, someone shouted, the voice was like a bell, bright and heavy.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations!"