Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Read books, read books of sages, learn theories, and learn the Confucian truths.

Every day when Rosalia went to Su Ping's place, she could hear the sound of reading aloud, and every time this happened, the three fellow students would leave for a while.

It was not known whether this was intentional or not. Anyway, Su Ping would not think so much. He also did not think that two seven or eight-year-old children could do anything earth-shattering.

"If a man is not kind, what is the use of etiquette? If a man is not kind, what is the use of music?" Rosalia held the book and read leisurely.

The clear and crisp voice of the child, entering my ears, sounds like the sound of large and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

Su Ping, who was standing by, was able to free his throat and gently blew away the hot steam rising from the tea. From time to time, he glanced at the little girl who was studying. Although he was still young, he looked a little old.

He took a sip of tea, the slightly bitter taste went into his throat, with a slight coolness, and a hint of sweetness in the aftertaste. He looked older.

Listening to the sound of reading, Su Ping smiled, estimating that it would not be long before the girl would be able to memorize some principles, but whether she could understand them would require time and experience.

There is truth in everything, there is Tao and there is reason, Tao cannot be far away, reason cannot be separated, both are necessary, plus the perception of heaven and earth, and the experience of life, then it is the great truth.

"It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar... When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on a man, it must first... forgive him. Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you..."

Every famous saying is sonorous and powerful, carrying the concept of "benevolence" and is passed on to the world, as if it would still shine even after a thousand years.

Su Ping had his eyes closed and looked relaxed.

Rosalia read aloud diligently, not only learning, but also struggling for the ideas in her heart.

But the girl doesn't know yet that the principles she learned in order to rescue her teacher are gradually integrating into her heart, and the books she read for her own sake are also smoothing the road bit by bit.

Words are like roads, sentences are like fences, and famous sayings and wisdom are like lights, guiding the girl's path, or the path to the future, or her path to writing.

But no matter what kind of road it is, there is one person whose name will never be erased from this road, and that is the person who acts as the guide, Su Ping.

Just like now, although Rosalia was reading a book, she could see the boy's figure in the corner of her eyes, faint but present, deeper and richer than any truth.

……

After that, three days later, it was already December. Liyue said that during the twelfth month, one should cook Laba porridge.

However, Su Ping and others are still in Mond, so they don’t care about these things. Although there is no Laba porridge, there is another thing.

"Are you leaving?"

Outside Mondstadt, the moon was high in the sky. Under the city wall, there were two small figures sitting against the wall.

They all looked up at the night sky above their heads. Although the stars were dim under the bright moon, there seemed to be a river of stars flowing in the eyes of one of the children.

"Yes, I have been in Mondstadt for a long time. It is time for me to go home." Su Ping stretched out his hands, as if he was holding up the moon.

"Go home..." Rosalia supported her chin with both hands, rested her elbows on her legs, and murmured, "Your home is warm, right?"

"Yeah, it's very warm, very comfortable, and very nostalgic." Su Ping nodded and said with a smile.

Rosalia was silent for a while, then asked: "When will you come back?"

"It's not clear yet." Su Ping sighed and said slowly: "But as long as we are still here, as long as Rosalia lives well in Mondstadt, we will definitely see each other again."

"Can't I go with you?"

"Don't you still want to save your teacher? If you go to Liyue with me, who will save him?"

"That's right. By the way, I should call you teacher, right?"

"That's not necessary. Not everyone who teaches and answers questions needs to be called a teacher. It's not impossible for you and I to be friends."

"Isn't this disrespectful to teachers?"

"Of course it doesn't count, at least not for me."

"Oh, that's fine then. No one can worry about the person involved, right?"

“Maybe. After all, Liyue… Never mind, let’s not talk about this.” Su Ping shook his head slightly. “Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?”

"Not yet. Maybe I can do some easy work. It would be best if I don't have to work overtime or stay up late." Rosalia said casually.

Su Ping smiled and squinted his eyes and said, "I hope your wish will come true."

"Hehe, of course you can. In a free country, it's better to do some easy work. I don't want to be exhausted every day!" Rosalia talked freely with childlike innocence.

Su Ping sighed and said, "It's a pity that the gods of Mond don't care about things. I don't know if your wish can be fulfilled."

"If Mondstadt's God doesn't care, then let's go find Liyue's God." Rosalia said, and her words were not to be shocking. If the nuns of the West Wind Church heard it, they would probably give her another lecture.

Su Ping laughed and said, "That's really freedom!"

"So, is it possible?"

"Ok, Ok."

"Hmm... I heard that when something happens in Liyue, they will sign a contract to avoid unnecessary troubles and record important things. Do we need to sign one?"

"That's fine." Su Ping thought. It was the last night, so he might as well sign one to leave something memorable behind. After that, he would probably not come back for a long time.

Rosalia smiled, and her face, which had lost its yellowish color from hunger, looked a bit cute. Although she was not yet stunningly beautiful, it was obvious that she would be a great beauty in the future.

"Then teach me how to sign it." Her voice was soft, like the clouds in the sky, making people relax easily.

Su Ping nodded and opened his thin lips: "I say one sentence, you take over, ahem... Emperor Yan Wang is above."

"Your Majesty the Rock King," Rosalia repeated obediently.

"Today, Su Ping and Rosalia signed a contract here, promising to meet again in the future, regardless of the passage of time or the mundane affairs of the world..."

Then, Rosalia also repeated it, but she changed the name because she still understood the cause and effect relationship of the oath.

"The contract is made. Anyone who breaks his promise will be punished by being eaten by rocks!"

The two of them signed the oral contract in unison, because there was no need to write it down in black and white. Even if they just said it, they would remember it and abide by it strictly.

But the funniest thing is probably that Rosalia is a Mondstadt person and has never prayed to the God of Wind before, but she signed a contract first.

There are so many things going on here that it’s hard to describe.

Under the city wall, two people were talking to each other under the moonlight, and among the Knights, there were also two people who were speaking to each other from the heart.

In the cell, Farga and a white-haired old man sat opposite each other, each with a smile on their face.

"Little Rosalia has really worked hard this time. She goes to school and learns to read every day, hoping to take you out soon!"

"Haha, of course. She's my child... I watched her grow up. How could she not be amazing?"

"That's right, wait a little while. When little Rosalia comes to ask for you, I'll let you out. Then, shall we go have a few drinks?"

The old thief heard this, although he was still smiling, but he looked a little lonely and desolate. His identity as a thief and his years of killing were still thorns in his heart.

As time went by and Rosalia continued to study, the thorn did not diminish in any way. Instead, it pierced deeper and became more painful.

"Captain, it's not appropriate for a thief like me to go out..." The old thief said with a wry smile, his voice deep and full of vicissitudes.

Falzer waved his hand and interrupted, "What's wrong with a thief? Can't a thief live? If it weren't for your help in this operation, it would be impossible for the Knights to wipe out the Night Owl within a few days!"

"Besides, it was you who came up with the idea of ​​sending Rosalia to school to learn to read and reason, and then taking you out. Do you want to go back on your word?"

The old thief sighed and said, "I just made up a random excuse, and you really believed it?"

"Hahaha, I always believe in the people I like." Falga exhaled lightly, and then advised: "I know what you are worried about. You don't want to bring trouble to little Rosalia because of this identity."

"But have you ever thought about what would happen to the child who worked so hard to bring you out if she didn't meet the person she expected after meeting the requirements?"

"Silence, never trust this world again, never look at the road under the sun again! Is this the result you really want?"

"I...but I'm just a thief, why should I do that?" The old thief couldn't stop laughing. "She's still young and has a long life ahead of her. I'm old, there's no need, no need!"

"Before, I revealed the organization's details and lured the Knights to destroy the organization. I just wanted Rosalia to have a good future. She didn't want me to be a thief and do murder and robbery like me!"

Because he was a thief, he quickly changed his words when he mentioned the child. Because he was a thief, he didn't want the child to follow the same path as him. He wanted the child to live in the sun.

Farga spoke slowly, "If I don't tell you and you don't tell me, and you make up a new identity and change your appearance after you go out, who will know your past?"

"Think about it carefully, for little Rosalia and for your own sake, think about it carefully."

After saying that, Falzer left the cell, leaving the space to the old thief, asking him to think carefully about what to do.

In the cell, the old thief glanced at the closed door, turned around and lay down, facing the wall with his back to the door.

He stretched out a finger and slowly drew something on the wall with fine lines, but his movements were very chaotic and no one knew what it was. Maybe even he himself didn't know.

As he slid, the old thief's eyes recalled the days when he was under the blue sky but felt uncomfortable, and the little girl with burgundy hair.

The girl was very lively. Facing the old thief who always had a stern face, she could also smile and ask, "Can you teach me how to write my name?"

However, he was a thief, a very old thief. He could not read and had no intention of learning, because he felt that even if he learned it would be useless and a waste of time.

But after hearing the girl's words, he already had something in mind: one day, he would send the girl out of the organization, out of that muddy, shady place.

So far, he has accomplished a lot of his ideas, but he was not included in the future he had imagined before.

In his imagination, Rosalia would leave alone or with a few friends, hand in hand, in the bright sunshine.

"I'm a thief. The best and most correct thing I've done in my life may be picking you up, Rosalia..." The old thief muttered to himself, his voice full of dejection, like an old horse.