Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The majestic artistic conception fades away slowly, and the people entering the country slowly wake up. The moment their eyes open, they are as clear as the sky.

The first person to wake up was Yan Ziyuan, who was the first to enter the artistic conception. The first thing he saw after opening his eyes was the flowers placed on the bedside.

The flower has not yet withered and faded, but is still blooming beautifully, showing the most dazzling scene in its life to people and displaying its beauty.

Yan Ziyuan stood up and walked out of the room. Not seeing anyone else, he went to the lobby, randomly chose a seat, sat there and ordered food.

After waiting for a while, two more people came. They were Su Ping and Ran Ziyou. They entered the state of mind at the same time, so naturally, they woke up at about the same time.

"You two, have you also entered the territory?" Yan Ziyuan asked slowly.

Su Ping smiled slightly and said, "It's just good luck."

"Indeed, I have gained a lot of insights recently, and it is also a fluke." Ran Ziyou nodded slightly, his eyes bright and as if he was possessed.

Yan Ziyuan said: "If I want your so-called luck, then I'd be lucky in three lifetimes, alas..."

"As the old saying goes, luck is also a part of strength. Ziyuan, you are lazy!" A voice sounded faintly.

The three of them turned around and saw Zeng Xi, dressed neatly, standing there. His every move seemed the same as before, yet somewhat different.

"Brother Zeng, now that you've reached a certain level of advancement in your old age, do you have anything to say?" Yan Ziyuan grinned with a teasing look in his eyes.

Zeng Xi waved his hand and said calmly, "You are still young, and you won't understand even if I tell you. Why don't we stop here to avoid unnecessary trouble!"

"If you don't tell me, how do you know I don't know?"

"Even if I tell you, you won't know."

"I wonder what that means?"

"I don't know what else I need to explain?"

Yan Ziyuan and Zeng Xi went back and forth on a few sentences, going over and over again on the question of whether to say it or not, and whether to know it or not.

The other two, Su Ping and Ran Ziyou, held their chins with one hand and used the other hand to pick up some snacks on the table and put them into their mouths.

Eating delicious food while watching this "big show" is one of the most interesting things in life. However, it was a spur-of-the-moment idea rather than a plan made from the beginning.

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After several days, the four of them had visited all of Mondstadt, including the Knights of Favonius and Favonius Cathedral, these representative buildings.

Just when they were planning to go out of town for study, Farga, who had not been seen for a few days, arrived, followed by a little girl with burgundy hair that was very eye-catching.

"Captain, the Master is still resting..." Zilu stood at the door of the room and bowed with both hands.

Farga nodded slightly and smiled, "Then I will wait a little longer. When Confucius wakes up, I will come to visit him again."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the little girl beside him and said softly, "Little Rosalia, let's go to the hall and wait and eat, okay?"

The girl named Rosalia opened her mouth slightly, but glanced at the people passing by who looked at her with contempt and disdain, and immediately stopped talking.

Falze touched her head, took her little hand, and walked towards the busy hall.

There were originally many people in the hall, but unfortunately it was the time for most people to rest, and Falga could only spare time at this time.

This kind of hard work makes Falgar very eager to have a deputy who can take over his responsibilities, but there seems to be no good candidate in Mondstadt at the moment.

After sitting down at a table, Falzer looked at the girl next to him and said in a tone that was extremely inconsistent with his appearance: "Little Rosalia, don't worry, don't be nervous..."

Rosalia ignored the words that had callused her ears, and rolled her eyes as if observing the situation around her.

With the observation of this little girl, she had a basic understanding of the entrances and exits of the hall, the flow of people, and places to hide.

But her gaze just swept across without stopping, but it stopped at a table where four people were sitting. At that table, there was a child of similar age to her, with a smile on his face.

The child was Su Ping. He was holding a cup of tea in his hand and discussing poetry and literature with his three fellow students. They also talked about the past and the future from time to time, and understood the law of cause and effect.

As the four of them talked, Rosalia watched from a distance, and soon looked away, as if she was hiding something, but it seemed more like she was trying to hide something.

Such a scene, of course, could not escape Falga's eyes. He roughly knew that the girl was hiding her thoughts, but she was just a child after all, and could not compare with the battle-hardened commander.

"Just do whatever you want to do. If you don't mind, I can help you, little Rosalia. Would you consider it?" Farga asked with a smile.

Rosalia bit her silver teeth, which had not yet grown out, and her thin face, which was a little yellow and hungry, finally swelled up a little, but very slightly.

"You really won't consider it? I'm very good at helping you. As long as it doesn't violate any principles, I can help you!" As the leader, an existence above all others, at this moment he spoke softly as if begging.

If someone saw such a scene, they would probably stagger in fear, or wonder what kind of noble status the girl with ordinary clothes and thin figure had.

Rosalia looked out the window, where two birds flew by together. She turned her head again and saw two people walking away hand in hand. Finally, her eyes fell on the table.

With a reluctant look on her face, Rosalia finally spoke: "What's his name?"

"Which one?" Farga closed his eyes slightly and a smile appeared on his face. This was the first time that the girl spoke to him. Compared with the previous expressions through eye contact, this was a great step forward.

"The...the youngest one, what's his name?" Rosalia gritted her teeth, her eyes flickering and she didn't dare to look directly at the middle-aged man in front of her.

Falga glanced over there, made a look of sudden enlightenment, and slowly said: "That child is called Su Ping, and his courtesy name is Zi'an."

Rosalia was slightly puzzled but did not show it. Although she did not know what the words meant, the teachings she had received since childhood told her that she must never reveal it.

Falga could see it, so he said casually, "People in Liyue, usually those who have a famous teacher or a prominent family, will choose a name."

Rosalia's expression remained unchanged. After she wrote down the information, four words took root in her mind: "prominent family."

The girl was wearing ordinary clothes and had a thin, pale face. She didn't look prominent at all. In addition, the environment she lived in before made her want to keep a distance from others at all times.

But Farga would not mention this for no reason. The reason he said this was mainly to encourage this girl to speak more and communicate with others. How could it be possible if she never spoke?

Rosalia buried her head deeply, and her expression could not be seen, but it did not mean that she would stay away from anything, because she just remembered the days that were too unspeakable to talk about.

The delicate little hands clenched tightly, then loosened. When the figure appeared in the corner of her eyes, she stood up and walked away suddenly.

But she did not join in. Instead, she stood quietly at the windowsill beside her, looking up at the scenery outside the window, but there was no movement in her eyes.

The four people at that table all turned their heads to look, and then each of them was gently patted on the shoulder by the leader as a signal.

Farga also walked to the window sill, with his hands behind his back, like a middle-aged man accompanying his younger family members on a trip.

The four people at the table looked at each other, and after glancing at the windowsill, they all felt a little amused.

"Three of you, shall we continue?" Zeng Xi pulled the three people's thoughts back a little, and then said, "The term 'benevolence' has four words..."

"Brother Zeng, I've already said it. If you don't change one, it might seem like you're going back and forth." Yan Ziyuan looked resentful.

Su Ping smiled and said, "Learn and practice from time to time, review the old and learn the new!"

"Junior brother, this is pointless!" Yan Ziyuan said dimly. The series of stories triggered by his question about the word "benevolence" are still being mentioned today.

Moreover, that paragraph was even included in the latest edition of the book, and it would probably be kept for a long time. This further encouraged the arrogance of the other three people.

Su Ping shook his head and spread his hands, saying: "Let's talk about the facts. How can I say that I am trying to sabotage you? I am just laying out everything that can be discussed!"

Ran Ziyou echoed, "Just like reading the Book of Songs, the Book of Songs can be read, can be read by a group, can also be used by people from afar to serve the king, and is often used to discuss the Dao and argue."

"Ziyou, I never thought that you, who seemed so simple, would one day tamper with the Master's words!" Zeng Xi said, holding a cup of tea and blowing gently to cool it down.

Ran Ziyou smiled and said slowly: "When the quality is better than the culture, it is simple; when the culture is better than the quality, it is history; when the quality and culture are in harmony, then you are a gentleman! Isn't that what I mean?"

Zeng Xi held his forehead with his hand and said, "Didn't you change another sentence?"

Su Ping looked thoughtful, as if he wanted to tell everything he knew, but he maintained this posture for several breaths without anyone noticing.

Helplessly, Su Ping blinked and said bluntly: "Why don't you cooperate?"

"Haha, it's God's will!" Yan Ziyuan folded his arms, with a look of satisfaction on his face, as if he had "revenge", the joy was indescribable.

Ran Ziyou smiled softly and said, "Without the accumulation of small steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles; without the accumulation of small streams, one cannot form a river or sea. Little brother, you must experience it all!"

"Thank you so much, fellow students!" Su Ping gritted his teeth as he said the word "thank you".

Zeng Xi sighed twice, gloating over the misfortune and said, "When the wall falls, everyone pushes it. There are only two words to describe my junior brother. The two words 'heart participation' are very revealing!"

Outside the window, although Rosalia didn't understand much of what was said, she felt that it should be very powerful and useful.

As they were listening, Zilu came and told them that Confucius had woken up and they could go and meet him.

Falzer responded with a smile, then glanced at the little girl, waiting for what to say next.

Rosalia hesitated for a moment, looked at the slightly eager eyes, glanced at the four people at the table, and nodded...