Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

In the following days, Su Ping's body recovered somewhat. His neck could finally turn slightly, and he no longer had to hold his neck up to sleep, but he still could not walk independently.

However, the girl's skin wounds had healed, but the rest of her injuries had not changed much. Her right hand was still wrapped in plaster. Come to think of it, after all, several bones were broken. Even if she was a monster, it would be impossible for her to recover so quickly.

Over the past few days, the three senior students were still taking care of Su Ping. However, because the girl would often come with her arms hanging, the three of them also helped take care of her a lot.

After a few days, the girl spoke more, but it seemed that she only spoke to Confucius and Su Ping. She didn't make much difference to others.

But there is change after all. Once you take the first step, there will be the second step, until you say goodbye to your past self completely.

The sky was slightly dark and a light rain was falling, driving away the pedestrians on the street without umbrellas and moistening all things on the earth.

Su Ping sat in front of the window, looking at the rain quietly, with a far-sighted light in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Behind him, Zeng Xi, Ran Ziyou and Yan Ziyuan were also sitting quietly with smiles on their faces, as if they had something happy in their hearts that lasted for a long time.

"Alas~" Zeng Xi sighed and said slowly: "A person's name is a title. Let me make friends with others, but..."

"Brother Zeng Xue, it's been a few days, can you please be quiet for a while?" Su Ping half-closed his eyes and did not look back, because it was easy for his old injuries to not heal and he had to incur new ones.

Zeng Xi laughed and said, "How can a few days alone overshadow my literary talent? If it were recorded in a scroll, it would still be shining a thousand years later!"

"It's over, it's over." Su Ping waved his hand. His young body made such a gloomy gesture, which was very funny.

Yan Ziyuan opened his mouth and said slowly: "Who knows what will happen a thousand years from now? Maybe by then, your great essay on names will shine brightly."

"A thousand years later." Su Ping chuckled, his eyes flickering in the continuous rain. "A thousand years later, I will become a pile of bones. Who knows what will happen in the world!"

Ran Ziyou raised his head slightly, with a look of longing in his eyes, and said, "Even though I am just a withered skeleton, if I leave behind one or two articles that are passed down among the people of later generations, isn't that also the presence of my body?"

"That's true, but are you sure I can do that?" Su Ping replied with a smile.

Ran Ziyou shook his head slightly and said, "Why do you have to be so self-deprecating? It is rare for a young brother to have such achievements at the age of seven."

Su Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. If people knew that he was in his thirties and could only write such poems, he would be laughed at and make people laugh!

He laughed at himself and said, "Nowadays, even the poems written by many great writers who have left their names in history are only read by a small number of people, let alone me!"

"After thousands of years, what can't be washed away?"

The drizzle outside was still going on, but the scenery had hardly changed. Although the rain kept falling, it hadn't changed at all.

Even if there may be no changes in ten days, a hundred days, or a thousand days, but in another ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years, the world may have changed drastically, and it will be difficult to see the same appearance as it is now, and it will be hard to recall it.

After such a moaning, the four of them said nothing more. Instead, they all sat quietly and watched...

Not long after, someone finally spoke up. It was Su Ping who had previously raised the question, "What can't be washed away?"

"Liyue's heritage has not been broken, the contract is still there, and... the Thousand Rocks Army who serve the country and the people, and the Rock King Emperor who founded the country, are all here, all here..."

Su Ping murmured, as if he had entered a wonderful state of mind, where the stars were upside down, the earth was empty, and one step could take him thousands of miles away.

Behind him, three senior students noticed the change in their junior. They all smiled, looked at each other, then tiptoed out of the room and closed the door gently.

After doing all this, Zeng Xi slowly spoke: "I didn't expect that my junior brother would have such good fortune in less than a year of school. His future is immeasurable!"

"Haha, I hope I can succeed in one go." Yan Ziyuan also smiled.

What they were talking about was the wonderful state of mind that Su Ping had just entered. Confucian scholars born in Teyvat could enter such a state by understanding the world, knowing life, and understanding the truth.

In this state, one can cultivate the righteousness in one's heart. This energy does not have any attacking effect, but anyone who possesses it will be tenacious, fearless of heaven and earth, and unafraid of all things.

Perhaps it can be called bookish, but it is not comprehensive, because everyone's heart is different, and their style of doing things and their demeanor are certainly not exactly the same.

Therefore, the great righteousness that each person cultivates will have more or less changes. No matter how much contact one has, no matter how close one is, there will always be even a slight difference, and that is the difference.

But not everyone possesses the great moral energy. Among Confucius' many students, people like Zeng Xi were only able to condense a little of it.

Because the growth of this great and righteous energy is linked to one's own moral and academic cultivation, as well as one's perception of the world and life, young men in their twenties, unless their families have fallen on hard times, generally have an indomitable courage in their hearts.

This kind of heroic martial arts is exactly incompatible with the noble spirit, because how can a young man with such a heroic spirit have the mind to observe his surroundings or himself?

If there were, there wouldn’t be so many sorrows such as “the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop”, “the son wants to support his parents but they are no longer there”, and there wouldn’t be so many famous quotes admonishing people to cherish the people around them.

About two hours later, Su Ping woke up from that strange state of mind. The moment he opened his eyes, he felt that the whole world had become much wider.

Su Ping exhaled lightly and murmured, "What on earth is this? Is it a mirage?"

“Three seniors, are you there?” Su Ping still couldn’t turn his head, and his body was also difficult to move, so he could only call out.

At this moment, outside the door, three people were persuading the little girl who came.

"You can't go in now. My junior is busy with something." Ran Ziyou said honestly.

Zeng Xi couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, and quickly explained: "My junior is resting, so please go back, girl. When he wakes up, I'll ask him to find you."

The girl looked at the two people who spoke differently and did not ask more about the ins and outs of the matter, because although she had become basically familiar with it over the past few days, she was not yet at the point where she could ask questions at will.

"He doesn't need to come to me. His injuries haven't healed yet. Please come and call me and I'll come over." The girl's words were full of concern, without any regard for the fact that her arm was still in a cast.

"Well, okay." Zeng Xi smiled slightly, thinking about sending the girl back to her own ward, but the door behind her was opened by Yan Ziyuan.

"No need, junior brother has recovered." Yan Ziyuan, who was standing by the door and listening to the movements inside, spoke.

Ran Ziyou glanced at the figure inside and thought, "It's been two hours, and I don't know what the effect will be."

"We'll know after we take a look." Zeng Xi brought the little girl and the two men into the room, not forgetting to close the door to avoid onlookers.

As soon as he approached, there was a difference in the girl's eyes, as if the boy in front of her was not just a boy, but a surging river, flowing endlessly.

The girl was stunned by the strange feeling and the shock it brought. "Su Ping, he seems to be different?"

Zeng Xi glanced at the girl with appreciation and said slowly, "Not bad, you are very sensitive. This time, little brother, you are very lucky!"

"Congratulations, junior." Ran Ziyou cupped his hands with a smile on his face.

Yan Ziyuan laughed and said, "When you recover, I will treat you to another meal at the restaurant. There will be plenty of wine and meat!"

"Ziyuan is so generous!"

"Then we can be considered to have benefited from our junior brother, right?"

The other two also laughed out loud.

"Wait a minute." Su Ping, the person involved, was still confused. "What's going on? Can anyone explain it to me?"

Zeng Xi folded his arms and said, "You have cultivated the righteousness, and you will definitely achieve great things in the future, so we have to celebrate!"

"Haoran Qi?" Su Ping murmured. He had heard of this thing but was not familiar with it and had no idea what it was.

Yan Ziyuan looked out the window. The rain had stopped. The air after the rain was moist and pleasant. He opened his mouth and said slowly, "Haoran Qi is something that every Confucian scholar will cultivate to a certain extent."

"This energy comes from my own perception and is stored in my heart. Whenever I utter a poem, it will begin to take effect, making me feel more powerful and majestic."

Su Ping's doubts dissipated a little, and he continued to ask: "Master, and fellow students, when you are teaching, it is something similar to the bookish air, right?"

"I guess so." Yan Ziyuan nodded. "But being able to show off one's scholarly aura through reading is good, but as a Confucian scholar, it is rare to cultivate a sense of noble aura that can be sensed by others!"

"For example, we only managed to condense one breath last year. We are far behind you, little brother!"

"Is there no precedent?" Su Ping's eyes flashed, as if he smelled a business opportunity.

"It's not recorded in the records. What I've done this time is unprecedented and shocking!" Ran Ziyou said.

Zeng Xi sighed, smacked his lips and said, "It really is true what they say, the old is replaced by the new!"

"Well, there is no need for a disciple to be inferior to his teacher." Yan Ziyuan smiled, "It was just a lecture, but I didn't expect it to come true during this trip!"

The four of them were chatting happily, while the girl on the side stood there waiting quietly. She knew one thing: you shouldn't interrupt others when they are talking, even if you wanted to.

Fortunately, several people knew that there was a girl here, so they deliberately left a gap for the girl to speak.

Of course, the girl didn't notice it either. She said slowly, "Su Ping, that noble aura seems to have made you a little different."

"Perhaps my perception has changed." Su Ping replied without hesitation.

"Yes!" The girl nodded heavily and said, "As long as Su Ping is still Su Ping, that's fine!"

"Of course I am still myself." Su Ping smiled, his eyes different from before, reflecting the rainy street outside the window.

"By the way, I have another question."

"Any other questions?" Yan Ziyuan raised his eyebrows, "Young master, feel free to ask."

"Can we please not order wine later? I can't drink now!" Su Ping said quietly. Last time, because of his appearance, these three people waved wine glasses in front of him.

As soon as these words came out, the three students all laughed out loud: "Okay..."