Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Outside the city area of ​​the island, four people were walking in a row. Three of them were in their prime, and their body shapes were not much different. The remaining one was only a yellow-haired boy, but he also knew about worldly affairs.

Facing the fiery red maple leaves, they are falling and withering, but some of the trees next to them are still flourishing. Life and death, growth and old age, are all here.

These four people can be considered as four talented people. Looking at the falling maple leaves, they were occasionally moved, and a hint of sadness appeared in their hearts and faces.

"Alas, thousands of ships pass by the sunken boat, and thousands of trees bloom in front of the dead tree. How sad." Yan Ziyuan shook his head and whispered.

Upon seeing this, the other three also started to move, seemingly unwilling to give in.

First, Zeng Xi spread out one hand and looked at the maple tree in the distance, with true feelings in his eyes, as if this was the place he had not seen for many years and he was returning today.

"When I left, I was still young and didn't know the meaning of red maple leaves. Now, at the age of twenty, I see them withering."

Then, Ran Zi put one hand on his chest, as if he had infinite emotion in his heart and wanted to let it out.

"When we meet again, we have experienced many changes."

Finally, Su Ping put his palm to his forehead. All the sorrows and pains of a mortal man made his brows furrowed. After a while, they relaxed, and joy replaced the sorrow.

"Three friends walk on red leaves by the road, each singing a song."

"I have no intention at all, I want to refuse but cannot agree."

"The wind and rain pass by, and the red maple leaves fall."

"My only thought now is to return my soul to my hometown thousands of miles away."

When the three of them finished speaking, Yan Ziyuan on the side was already frowning, with a hint of questioning in his brows, as if a sword was pointed at them and he was questioning them.

However, this look did not attract any persuasion from the three people. Instead, it encouraged their arrogance, causing the three people to grin and look innocent.

It was as if he was saying, "Just recite poetry, who can't do the same?"

"You three." Yan Ziyuan spoke, emphasizing each word: "Does it have to be this way?"

Zeng Xi shook his head slightly, muttering to himself, "Not really, it's just that a literary talent just happened to be born in my mind, and I really can't bear to see it die, so I can only recite it right now to express my feelings."

"Brother Zeng and I have the same idea." Ran Ziyou bowed with both hands and smiled.

Seeing that he could not find a breakthrough, Yan Ziyuan had no choice but to turn his attention to Su Ping and said quietly, "Little brother, I have treated you well, haven't I?"

"Very good." Su Ping took out a piece of paper and pen and copied down the poem he had just recited.

"Then why did you do that just now?" Yan Ziyuan asked.

Su Ping said without hesitation: "To make money. I just happened to have something on my mind, so I'll write as many songs as I can."

"But why do I feel like you guys have colluded and want to piss me off?" Yan Ziyuan closed his eyes slightly, his handsome face looked as if it had been carved by a knife or an axe.

"Ahem." Zeng Xi cleared his throat and said earnestly, "Ziyuan, people should not be impatient and impatient. They need to be down-to-earth and seek truth from facts."

"As for what happened just now..." He paused for a moment, looked at Yan Ziyuan with a sharp gaze, and said in a loud voice: "If you don't recite the poem you wrote, what kind of poem is that!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Ping and Ran Ziyou couldn't help laughing, while Yan Ziyuan's mouth twitched continuously and he exhaled deeply.

"Forget it." Yan Ziyuan waved his hand, then stretched lazily, exposing a large area of ​​his neck, which was no less than that of a woman, attracting a lot of attention.

However, Su Ping, Zeng Xi, and Ran Ziyou were used to it, so of course they wouldn't have any other thoughts, after all, they were all grown men.

"Cough cough." Another sound of clearing the throat was heard.

Yan Ziyuan looked at the three people and asked in confusion: "Are your throats uncomfortable? Why do you have to clear your throats again now?"

"It's not us." Su Ping put away the copied poems, turned back leisurely, and his eyes fell on the back not far away.

Under a few maple trees, on a sedan chair that needed help to be carried, sat a man with a joking look on his face. He looked quite good, with regular features and thick eyebrows.

Next to him, there were six burly men, also with evil looks on their faces, with fat piled up on their faces, as if they were looking at some puddles of mud.

At the original spot, Yan Ziyuan glanced at the three people traveling with him, and then they all looked at the man with a playful face and watched his performance quietly.

The joking man stroked his chin and glanced at several people, finally stopping at Yan Ziyuan, the most handsome of the four.

Looking at him, the man spoke slowly, "What a pretty young lady. I wonder how old she is and where she is from?"

After these words were spoken, Su Ping and the other three looked at each other, then their eyes stopped at Yan Ziyuan and they looked him over carefully.

She has a handsome face, delicate features, fair skin, and waist-length hair. It is indeed possible to mistake her for a tall woman.

"This..." Yan Ziyuan was speechless. It was the first time he experienced such a thing and he really didn't know how to deal with it.

Not far away, the man swallowed a lot of saliva and continued, "Young lady, why are you so shy? Are you so impressed by me that you want to marry me, but are too embarrassed to ask for it?"

"Hahahaha, there's no need to worry about that. I'm easy to get along with. Let's have an in-depth discussion and talk all night long! Then you'll find out what a good person I am!"

"Shut up!" Yan Ziyuan, who was always polite, couldn't help feeling resentful after being teased like this.

"Oh, it's a man!" The man blinked and thought, "Really, he looks like a human, but... it's not impossible for a man to be one, hehehe!"

Such a strange hobby made the four of them feel nauseous, and they looked at him with contempt and full of ridicule.

"Hey, hey, what do you mean? You look down on me, don't you?" The man was angry at first, then happy, and laughed: "You three over there, come join us later! I will love you well!"

"Go, bring these four to me!"

At the command, the six strong men looked a little uncomfortable, because they could get some benefits from arresting a woman, but arresting a man, just thinking about it...

But they had to obey their master's words and go to arrest people. After all, compared with their own wishes and wages and jobs, the latter was more important.

The six men were ready to fight, and they moved closer to the three men who looked like weak scholars. As for the kid, they could catch him later, since he was just a child anyway.

"Two each?" Zeng Xi took a few steps forward and glanced at the two people of the same age standing beside him.

"Okay." Yan Ziyuan pulled up his wide sleeves and tied them around his arms to prevent himself from being unable to use his strength later.

"Do your best." Ran Ziyou said this, but he moved his wrists, making a terrifying crackling sound.

Behind the three of them, Su Ping, who had no fighting ability, was protected by these bodies that were like three mountains.

Faced with these six sturdy men, Yan Ziyuan and the other two were not panicked. They had followed the Master in their early years and defeated many bandits together, so they had some combat experience.

Therefore, Zeng Xi, Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou used both fists together, and in just a few breaths, they knocked the six men to the ground, and they lay on the ground, unable to get up.

Then they looked at the man sitting on the chair, his face showing surprise, then fear.

"You, what are you going to do? No, don't... be gentle!" The man howled at the top of his lungs, his voice sounding like the howling of ghosts and wolves, with a tearing feeling.

Perhaps he had been sitting for too long, or perhaps he was so weak that he could not walk without someone to carry him. He could only be slaughtered like a fish on a chopping board.

After a series of operations, the man was tied to the trunk of the maple tree with his own clothes, and his mouth was blocked, so he could only make mumbling sounds.

Su Ping and the other three just walked away. There was no need to care about a playboy like this man who could be found everywhere.

Su Ping really couldn't understand why there were so many dudes. Was it because their families were rich that they were arrogant, or was it because they had lived too well since childhood that they looked down on others?

If there had been no change from the beginning to the end, it would be no wonder that so many families fell into poverty. After all, the historical background is only one of the driving factors, and the people in charge are the main ones.

After walking a long way, until they were out of the maple forest, the three people except Yan Ziyuan all laughed loudly, very wildly and without any concealment.

Yan Ziyuan half closed his eyes, as if he was very helpless, and sighed quietly: "I met the wrong person and made the wrong friends!"

"Hey, be careful with your words and actions." Zeng Xi crossed his arms and laughed softly, "Such remarks are not what a gentleman should say."

"Come on..." Yan Ziyuan thought for a moment, and then said in a much more elegant manner, "My character is far inferior to that of the three of you, so I am not a gentleman!"

These words did sound like a compliment to them, but Su Ping, Zeng Xi, and Ran Ziyou were all well-read and were students of Confucius, so they naturally had the same understanding of the quality in these words.

Confucius once said: "When substance prevails over culture, the person is barbaric; when culture prevails over substance, the person is pedantic; only when both substance and culture are in harmony can one be called a gentleman."

The word "质" here has a broad meaning of being simple and vulgar, and a profound meaning of being barbaric and inferior.

"Brother Ziyuan, this is wrong." Ran Ziyou shook his head and said, "Although I cannot be called a gentleman, I am not a mean person or a barbarian either. How can you say that?"

"Indeed, indeed." Su Ping put his left hand behind his back and gestured with his right hand in front of him. "Brother Ziyuan, your behavior is really inappropriate. However, since this is your first offense, I will not report it to the teacher."

Zeng Xi continued, "Hurry up and show your gratitude to us brothers. It doesn't have to be too much. A drink or a meal will do. We won't mind!"

"I'm treating you to a meal and drinks, and you still dare to despise me?" Yan Ziyuan snorted, took a few steps ahead, and waved his hand, saying, "Follow me."

"Where are you going?" The three people behind him also took a step forward and asked.

"Let's go back to the city and find a restaurant. It's rare for you to come out, so I'll treat you!" Yan Ziyuan waved his hand generously.

The three of them exclaimed at the same time, saying in unison: "Good, very good, you are worthy of being a Confucian sage, you are truly beyond the reach of ordinary people!"

Just like that, the four of them happily walked back to the small town on the outlying island, leaving only the man in the maple forest, wanting to cry but unable to...