Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Because Ran Ziyou entered into a state of artistic conception, the group's journey was shortened a little. It was three days later when they returned to Mingshen Island.

During this period of time, Su Ping also took the poem he had written earlier to the post office and sent it to the Wanwen Collection in Liyue. The poem was titled "Yin Feng".

At this point, the trip to Inazuma was drawing to a close. After more than a month and several delays, it was time to leave.

At the dock, Sha Luo was reluctant to leave, but the day of separation was always inevitable. She didn't want to leave her hometown, and she would be even more reluctant if she asked the other party to stay.

Looking at each other, Su Ping saw the emotion in the girl's eyes and said slowly: "Don't worry, we can still meet next time I come!"

"But, when will that be?" Sha Luo asked unhappily.

"It shouldn't be too long, so Shaluo needs to grow up well so that we can have a chance to meet each other." Su Ping smiled and said, "When the fate comes, it will be the day for us to meet!"

"Fate..." Sha Luo thought for a moment and said very seriously: "Well, Sha Luo understands!"

"I understand." Su Ping looked back at the people who invited him to board the boat, and then said, "I have to go. Goodbye, Sha Luo."

"Goodbye, Su Ping." Sha Luo stood on the dock, looking at the ship that was getting smaller and smaller until it became a small black dot and could no longer be seen.

After a long pause, she turned around and muttered to herself, "Let's go to the shrine and ask for a fortune to see when you will come back..."

……

Su Ping leaned against the edge of the boundless sea, watching the sea and sky merge into one again. He knew that the scenery would be like this for at least the next ten days.

However, this period of time can also be used to condense the great energy. Although there is only one sea, it is still a sea.

The vastness of the sea is the mind that gentlemen admire, the depth of the sea is the accumulation that the world admires, and the endless waves of the sea are the power that many people yearn for.

Since ancient times, the word "sea" has been associated with vastness, opening and closing, and is often compared with the heaven, earth, sun and moon. Su Ping also felt a lot on this sea.

He stood up and walked back to his room, closed the door, and slowly closed his eyes...

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. This ship was not going back to Liyue, but to the next country for study tour.

Over the past month, Su Ping has gained a lot of insights. The noble spirit in his body has gradually increased and become more condensed, making him look more like a scholar.

The boat docked and everyone stepped onto makeshift wooden boards to disembark, landing on the cotton-like beach. The breeze brushed against their cheeks, making them feel fresh and bright.

Confucius paid the boatman and let them go first, saying that they would not need boats on the next road, but only left some tied cloth bags.

Then, when the boat left, Confucius turned around, faced the students, and said slowly: "On the way down, we will measure the land with our feet and experience the customs of a free country!"

None of the students were surprised or complained impatiently. After all, they understood the principle of "reading ten thousand books and traveling ten thousand miles."

"This country is called Mondstadt. It is ruled by Barbatos, the god of wind. They value freedom and hope to be free from constraints. Everything is in the wind."

"We are currently at Eagle Beach, located in the southeast of Mondstadt, about a few hundred miles away from Mondstadt. The road is quite windy and frost-ridden. If anyone can't hold on, don't hide it!"

"Do you know?"

“The students understand.”

"Well, take these bags and let's go!"

With the response of hundreds, Confucius explained the travel arrangements for the next few days, and walked in front, leading a group of students to the destination.

From soft sand to green grass, what I see has changed. I don’t even realize that my vision has changed. The slightly salty sea breeze has turned into a fresh breeze mixed with the smell of grass and land.

Mondstadt is located in the very center of Mondstadt, so they walked northwest and after leaving the beach, they stepped into a vast grassy plain, where the wind rises.

He walked from his back to the sunlight to his face full of rosy clouds, looking at the twilight. Confucius turned back, asked his students to get ready, and settled down on the spot.

They untied the cloth bags and spread them out on the ground, and then several people worked together to pull them up with their own ropes, and they became tents.

After doing all this, it was already completely dark, but the bonfires burning everywhere in the camp seemed to drive away the cold, leaving star-like light in the darkness.

Everyone sat around the campfire, the firelight reflected off everyone's faces, and a warm feeling arose between the flickering firelight.

Su Ping held his chin with one hand, and the flame reflected in his eyes was burning brightly.

Yan Ziyuan, Ran Ziyu and Zeng Xi, who were with him, had similar postures, looking at the orange-red flames and talking casually.

"I heard that there is a gentle breeze all year round in Fengqi Land, and this vast grassland has never withered. It is evergreen here. Could it be the old land of the God of Wind?" Zeng Xi said with a smile.

Ran Ziyou shook his head slightly. "It shouldn't be the case. The gods of Mond have always been elusive. Their whereabouts are unknown. The last time they appeared was hundreds of years ago. Such gods probably wouldn't bother to create a land of evergreen all year round!"

"How do we know?" Yan Ziyuan smiled, his mouth curled up, "Maybe, if we fall asleep here tonight, the Wind God will come to see us!"

"Don't say such things carelessly. When Mond's god comes, there will be chaos in the house. Brother Ziyuan, please be more kind in your words!" Ran Ziyou, who was always humble, spoke differently at this moment.

However, this situation is very common among the four of them. After all, who would want to quibble with words all day and pretend to be worldly when living under the same roof with good friends?

Yan Ziyuan smiled and said, "Good fortunes are closely related to disasters, and disasters are closely related to good fortunes. This is certain. However, since Brother Ziyou is not a wind god, how can you know that disasters will definitely follow?"

"You are not me, how do you know that I don't know?" Ran Ziyou clasped his hands, his eyes showing a clear and empty meaning, as if he had seen through the world of dust with one glance.

Su Ping, who had been silent on the side, heard that this was not the opinion of another school, and slowly said, "My two fellow students, as a Confucian scholar, it is inappropriate to discuss Taoist opinions in a place where Confucian scholars are present, right?"

"Junior brother, what you said makes sense. You are not undercover agents from other schools, trying to poach Confucian scholars like us and go to other schools!" Zeng Xi nodded, looking like he was enjoying the fun.

"Ahem, Master, you and the founder of Taoism, the Great Pure Daode Tianzun, have met several times, and they have a deep personal relationship and admire each other. As one of their students, it's not too much for me to use a little bit, right?"

"That's right, that's right. Learning shouldn't be too particular. If it restricts people's thinking, wouldn't it be more than worth it?"

Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou explained in unison what they had just done, and in fact it was just as they said.

For students of Confucianism, there is actually no big problem with Taoist remarks, as long as they do not confuse right and wrong or speak nonsense.

However, Su Ping and Zeng Xi were actually just joking, because Confucius' philosophy did not contain anything that could restrict people, and was always very open-minded.

The four of them smiled and went back to their tent to rest late at night. Most of the others did the same.

However, there are still a few more vigilant people who take turns to keep watch. After all, it is in the wilderness and who knows if monsters or bandits will appear. It would be good if there are no monsters or bandits. If there are, it will be troublesome if there is no one to keep watch.

The moon is dim and stars are sparse, gradually setting in the west. The hour before dawn is when people sleep the deepest, and it is also the time when night is about to pass and it is easy to let down one's guard.

While some people are sleeping soundly with their quilts wrapped around them, others have been toiling all night long, waiting for this moment, an opportunity to make a fortune.

Ten feet away from the camp, there were dozens of people lying down. They were dressed in black, their eyes were bloodshot, but they were wide open and staring straight ahead without blinking.

At the front of the group, a man's eyes moved slightly, glanced at the horizon, then waved his hand, pointed at the camp, and slashed his neck hard.

In an instant, dozens of people behind him drew out their knives little by little, not daring to make any noise, because they had been waiting for a whole night, and it would be terrible if they failed.

After drawing their swords, they did not charge forward or rush forward shouting. Instead, they bent their bodies, took brisk steps, and approached the camp before the night ended.

It was done quietly, as if no one noticed. In a blink of an eye, more than half of the people had entered the camp. This group of people were secretly happy, thinking that this time it was going too smoothly.

At this moment, a whistling sounded in the ears of several people, followed by a scream and wail that they tried hard to endure but could not suppress.

The voice was not too loud, but in the quiet camp, it was enough to attract the attention of some people, thus preventing one from obtaining the greatest benefit at the lowest cost.

dong dong dong dong!

Another burst of violent bell sounds rang out, spreading throughout the entire camp. Someone immediately opened the tent, and through his still hazy eyes, he could vaguely catch a glimpse of a gleaming knife.

"There's an attack!"

The shouting spread from one tent to another, and then to ten, and then to more and more, until everyone woke up and rushed out of the tents, grabbing something to protect themselves.

There were about a hundred people and their mighty momentum made the group of people tremble in their hearts. Looking at the increasing number of people, they began to think of retreating.

At the same time, another arrow was shot and hit another person. Blood splattered three feet away and the person fell to the ground on the spot, unconscious and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

All this happened in a flash, not giving the attacker any chance to think.

Seeing that the sneak attack had failed, the man who was mixed in the team said to himself, "This is a tricky idea. Get ready to retreat!"

"No need? After all, we have killed people and lived on the edge of a knife all day long. Why should we be afraid of them?" A person next to him said gritting his teeth.

"I think they are just pretending. As long as we defend against the stronger ones, taking down this area will be as easy as drinking a bowl of cold water!"

"Then... let's give it a try." That should be the leader, observing everything around him.

At this glance, I indeed discovered something.

Among the crowd, there was a middle-aged man who was over fifty years old. He had a kind face and looked gentle, but he didn't seem to have any real strength or martial arts skills. If he were captured as a hostage... it would have a miraculous effect.

"Brothers, get ready. Charge forward and capture the one with half a foot in the coffin first. As for the rest, just chop them to death!"