Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

"My name is An Mo! May I ask how many people are there..."

The man looked at the huge team and added, "Excuse me, everyone, what do you want to do in Mondstadt?"

Confucius said slowly, "I brought my students all the way from Liyue to study. On the way, when we were camping in Fengqidi, we caught some bandits who called themselves the Night Owl Organization!"

“Night Owl…” An Mo had a wisp of gray beard, and his weathered eyes were shining with brilliance. However, compared to the excitement he tried hard to conceal when he heard the word “Liyue”, it was nothing.

"Thank you all for your assistance. Otherwise, I don't know how many more people would have fallen victim to their murderous hands. When we return to the city, we will definitely strike hard at the Night Owl's headquarters!"

An Mo could also see that a few dozen people like that could not be the total number of the Night Owl organization at its peak, and must be just the staff of a team.

Because he had dealt with this organization several times, and every time he confronted them, he knew very well how cautious this group of people were, to the extent that they would not come out in full force even if there was a mountain of gold and silver in front of them.

But since these hundred people were able to capture them and find out their true identities, there must be many unknown people in Liyue.

An Mo did not perform the proper knight's salute, but clasped his hands together like a ranger from Liyue, and asked, "Sir, what is your name?"

"My surname is Zi, my family name is Kong, and my given name is Qiu." Confucius bowed with both hands and then said, "My name is Zhongni!"

"Kong, Sage Confucius... You are Sage Confucius!" An Mo was stunned, his mouth slightly open. Although he had heard that the Confucian saint of Liyue would often travel to study, he did not expect that he would meet him.

Even the dozen or so people behind An Mo were slightly surprised, because they heard the legend about Confucius every day from the person they regarded as their captain, and they felt awe in their hearts.

It's just that no one expected that this saint, whose achievements were unprecedented and unparalleled, would be so easy-going and his appearance was not extraordinary. Instead, he was very simple, like an old farmer in the field.

"Master Confucius, you can't do this, you can't do this!" An Mo quickly helped the other person up and bowed.

Confucius smiled and said, "It is still my philosophy to treat others with courtesy. Why not?"

"You are a saint. I am... a mere knight. How can I deserve your courtesy?" An Mo's forehead was sweating. He said quickly, "I really can't do that!"

“Saints and mortals are only different in words and behavior; there is no distinction between high and low.” Confucius smiled and shook his head.

An Mo said stubbornly: "That won't work either, I'm afraid it will shorten my life!"

"If we really want to talk about it, you are older than me, and you bow to me, and I don't return the greeting, that would really shorten my life!" Confucius laughed.

The two seemed to hit it off right away, chatting and laughing, and then they set off together. The team of more than ten scout knights was merged into a team of more than a hundred people, and it didn't seem like much of a change.

However, what surprised these knights was that among the hundred or so people, there was actually a child of seven or eight years old, who seemed to be hardworking and never complained.

This is a kind of wonder. You know, children of this age should be thankful if they don't play in the mud, know to read some books, or learn something useful, or even don't make trouble.

But among the students of Confucius, even he took this child with him when he went on his studies, which means that this child must be extraordinary, at least not an ordinary person.

After seeing this with their own eyes, the dozen or so reconnaissance knights inadvertently deepened their awe of Confucius.

"Little boy, what's your name and how old are you?" A scout knight walked up to the child in his eyes and asked softly.

The other knights also pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what kind of name such a child had.

"My name is Su Ping, and I'm seven years old." Su Ping said calmly.

"Seven years old, so well-behaved. Was the kid scared by those bad uncles last night?" The knight smiled kindly and pointed at the dozens of people behind him.

Su Ping shook his head slightly. Seeing that they really thought he had the mentality of a child, he did not make any excuses. After all, it was not as credible as what others said in person.

"Of course not. They were subdued by the Master before they could even break in!"

"Uniformed by Confucius?" The knight's eyelids jumped, and he looked at the kind and gentle figure in front of him, and he could not associate them at all.

Zeng Xi, who was standing by, explained, "Little brother Su is not lying. The Master possesses the Eye of Rock, and he has mastered its use. It is normal for him to subdue these dozens of people."

"Yes, it's a bit of an exaggeration to say that it's a common occurrence, but it's never too chaotic." Yan Ziyuan said softly. With his dignified appearance, he attracted a lot of attention.

The knight scratched his head and murmured softly: "This Liyue person is too strong!"

It’s not surprising that he thought so. After all, they had never been to Liyue and had never seen what ordinary Liyue people looked like.

Naturally, one would infer what kind of country it is based on the descriptions of past caravans and what one has seen.

In reality, Liyue is only slightly stronger than Mondstadt, not much. It is just a prosperous port among the Seven Kingdoms, and merchants are spread all over Teyvat.

Pigeons would occasionally land on the bridge in Mondstadt to rest and wait for a while before flying again, because there was no one on the bridge to feed them.

When pedestrians pass by, they are startled and fly away one by one, flying into the sky and into the distance.

An Mo looked at the saint and said, "I will take these people back to the Knights first. Saint, what plans do you have for next? If the Grand Master knew you were coming, he would probably come to visit you."

"Captain Farga, you are very busy and work hard day and night. I don't deserve to be visited by you, but if you need any help, you can rest assured." Confucius stroked his beard gently.

"Afterwards, I will take the students to stay at the Goethe Hotel. If you have nothing to do, Mr. An Mo, you can come and find me."

"Haha, that's great. I was thinking of asking about some more famous poems related to Liyue."

"I have prepared a bed for you."

"sure."

After saying that, An Mo called the people in the team and they tied up the group of people with ropes, one after another, with people watching them from all directions.

Confucius then released the rock elemental creatures and released these dozens of people to return to the Knights Templar to receive the punishment they deserved.

Such a huge commotion naturally aroused the curiosity of the residents of Mondstadt. They stood on the side of the road, watching the people being tied up with ropes and then pulled back to the Knights.

The expressions on their faces varied, ranging from confusion to realization to grinning.

Confucius led his students to the front desk of the Goethe Hotel to check in. This was a hotel with a good reputation, except that the price was a little unsatisfactory.

But Confucius was not a stingy person. Although he did not pursue enjoyment, the place where he studied was not a wilderness where war broke out, so he was not extravagant or licentious.

This scene alone scared the front desk clerk quite a bit. After all, how could it not be scary if hundreds of people suddenly walked in for no reason?

If the leader had not looked friendly, the little girl would have almost blurted out something and shouted for someone to ask the Knights to come.

After arranging their respective rooms, they checked in empty-handed, because of course they didn't have to carry their own luggage, otherwise it would be unworthy of such a high cost.

The rooms were occupied by two people, so they followed the distribution on the ship or pulled people in again, set up the rooms, opened and closed the doors, and the corridor was suddenly empty.

In the room, Su Ping lay on the made bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Having been away from home for more than two months, he suddenly felt a little tired.

"Haa~" Su Ping covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, his eyelids drooping like a sleepy little lazy bug.

Zeng Xi was sitting on the bed next to him. Seeing this, he couldn't help laughing, "Little brother, everyone says that children are the most energetic, why do you look like an old man?"

"Did you say something too much, Brother Zeng?" Su Ping turned his head and looked at him. "Young but mature people are the exception."

"Not really."

"That's it," Su Ping said, his tone neither hurried nor slow, like the breathing of falling asleep, even and slow.

Zeng Xi rested his head on his hands and slowly lay down on the soft bed, smiling, he said: "Little brother, this time we went to Inazuma and Mondstadt. I guess the next stop is going home..."

"Brother Zeng, just say what you want to say." Su Ping was too lazy to guess and asked simply and clearly.

"That's right. You wrote a poem in Inazuma last time. Are you not going to write one in Mondstadt this time?"

"Writing poetry requires the right time, right place, and right people. You can't just write whenever you want. The more anxious you are, the worse it will be."

"But don't you think this will turn out very well?"

"What effect?"

"The saint's disciple, at the age of seven, traveled through the country to study and wrote two poems that shocked people and moved the world and gods..."

"Stop, stop, stop. What kind of street newspaper is this?"

"The reports that can be seen everywhere on the roadside are the most effective. They are also the ones that people are most willing to believe and the easiest to see!"

"Haha, that's true..."

As they chatted and laughed, Su Ping became more and more sleepy. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, let out a long yawn, and then untied his shoes and placed them beside the bed.

After all, this body is still just that of a child. No matter how mature the mind is, it is still easy to feel sleepy during such a long journey.

He smacked his lips and said, "Brother Zeng, I probably won't have dinner. Don't worry about me. Just take Zi Yuanzi and two of them with you."

Zeng Xi nodded slightly and said, "Okay, it's just a small matter."

"Thank you very much." Su Ping climbed onto the pillow and fell asleep without saying a word.

Zeng Xi glanced at him, reached out to cover him with the quilt, and then tiptoed out of the room...

While in a dream, he had no way of noticing the passage of time. It was only after Su Ping woke up that he discovered the change from the sunset to the bright moon.

"Junior brother, you slept for a long time." Zeng Xi sat on his bed and smiled leisurely.

Seeing that he didn't even take off his shoes and was dressed neatly, he must have just come back from outside. He pointed to the lunch box on the table and said, "Go and eat."

"Didn't you say that you don't have to bring me dinner?"

"This is a midnight snack, what does it have to do with dinner?"

Su Ping smiled when he heard this scoundrel speak seriously.