Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Confucius smiled and said, "Good, what Zi'an is thinking is indeed possible. We still need to make full preparations to deal with the enemy."

"Yes." Zilu bowed with both hands, then left the room and went to prepare all the evidence to suppress the offender and make him speechless.

“Zi’an, you don’t have to go to school for the next few days. For your safety, I will ask Ziyuan and the other two to take you for a walk in Liyue Harbor. Don’t worry about other things.” Master Kong said with a smile as he looked at one of his favorite students.

Su Ping bowed with both hands and bowed deeply, "Thank you, Master."

"Go."

"Yes."

After Su Ping left the room, he sighed softly. Of course, he wanted to avoid trouble, but if someone came to him with a sword drawn, he would never greet them with a smile.

With his arms folded, Su Ping stepped forward and walked quickly towards his dormitory. As he walked, his eyes went dark and he could not move his hands and feet.

After hearing the word "Done", Su Ping felt as if he was suspended in mid-air, being held tightly by someone and moving very quickly.

Faced with this sudden incident that was like a kidnapping, Su Ping was not at all panicked, because he had already guessed the other party's identity from the previous sound.

After running for a distance, Su Ping was put down. The darkness in front of him dissipated, and three figures appeared in front of him.

Zeng Xi, Yan Ziyuan, and Ran Ziyou all smiled and said slowly, "Little brother, have you decided where to go?"

“This… Three seniors, as the person involved, shouldn’t I be there?” Su Ping felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the word “play”.

Because he felt that going out for fun was not as good as sitting in the private school and reading something.

Yan Ziyuan smiled and said, "Of course not. Who is the Master? He is the Confucius of our time. How can he be judged by ordinary ideas?"

"That's right, little brother, just have fun with us, and when we go back, the problem will be solved." Ran Ziyou squatted down, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder.

Su Ping's mouth curled up slightly, and he said awkwardly: "That's really troublesome, Master. You still have to help me clean up this mess at your age!"

"Hey, that's wrong. How did it become your mess?" Zeng Xi laughed, "You should say that it was an outsider who came to cause trouble, and the Master should help you to settle it!"

"After all, our Master is not like those pedantic scholars who believe that disciples should be punished physically if something goes wrong!"

Afterwards, Su Ping followed the three men out onto the street. He didn't have any place he wanted to go, so he simply asked the three senior students to recommend a place for him, and then he randomly chose a place.

It was a teahouse opened on the street. It didn't even have a sign, just the word "Teahouse" written on it. It could be considered a return to nature in the ever-changing Liyue Harbor.

The teahouse is not big, with less than ten tables. If the tea drinkers move around a little, they might end up crossing the table.

However, even a teahouse like this was packed with people. All the tea drinkers were looking at a small open space by the wall. It was very small, only big enough for one person to stand.

They looked at that direction, expecting something astonishing and shocking to arrive there immediately.

"Boss, give me four bowls of tea." Zeng Xi shouted towards the counter as if he was familiar with the procedure.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment!" The answer was from a woman's voice, which sounded deep and smooth, like a smooth stone.

Zeng Xi turned around and smiled, looking at the three people, and said, "Let's go, we can hear it more clearly if we get closer, otherwise the applause and cheers from others will probably drown it out."

The three of them looked at each other. Ran Ziyou looked around and asked first, "Brother Zeng, what is so mysterious about this tea that you have to drink while standing that makes you so fascinated?"

"The tea here is of average quality. But what's important is not the tea, but the storyteller's book. The ups and downs of the lyrics are fascinating." Zeng Xi explained slowly.

Su Ping spread his hands and said, "In other words, we come here to drink tea and listen to storytelling while standing, and only for books?"

"Not bad, not bad. Junior brother really understands things quickly." Zeng Xi nodded and chuckled.

Yan Ziyuan smiled, "Then let's hear how rare and precious the book that Brother Zeng is so concerned about is."

As they were talking, the tea was served. The boss apologized a few times, saying that there were too many customers today and he really couldn't make room for any seats. So he gave the customer a small plate of snacks as an apology for having to stand.

Su Ping raised his head and looked at the people standing around him. They were also holding a plate of snacks in their hands.

Holding tea in one hand and snacks in the other, they looked towards the small open space with bright eyes and great anticipation.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a man in a long gown and holding a folding fan slowly walked towards the open space. His every move gave off a scholarly vibe, yet also a bit rude.

With a snap, the man opened the folding fan in his hand, stood in the open space, faced the group of tea drinkers, opened his mouth and spoke like a lotus flower caressing water, every word was like a pearl.

"The difficulty of conveying the spirit lies in the eyes. Gu Hutou's exhausted body is depicted according to his shape and shadow. All of this is in the eyes."

The stork cheeks and zygomatic cheeks are similar, and the rest are all similar.

Eyebrows, nose and mouth can be increased or decreased to create similarities.

If you ask a person to sit down in full clothes and look at an object, he will only be restrained and composed. How can he see his nature?

The thoughts of ordinary people are all located in their eyebrows, eyes, nose or mouth.

Hu Tou said: "Adding three hairs on the cheeks makes it feel wonderful and extraordinary."

You Meng imitated Sun Shuao in clapping his hands and talking and laughing, to the point that people believed that the dead had come back to life.

If painters can understand this principle, then everyone can be like Gu and Lu."

After speaking such a long passage, the storyteller stopped talking, and walked out of the stage slowly amid cheers and shouts of "too short, not enough" from the audience.

A child of about five or six years old on the tea table slapped the table and said angrily, "Old Liu, you will be struck by lightning if you don't fill the hole you dug!"

"Yesterday we were talking about Gu Hua's secrets, but today we're talking about this instead. You'd better check the people in this room, or you might get hit by someone when you go out later!"

Although the child looked young, his words were very sharp, even better than those of some adults who were not good at speaking. A young girl sitting at the same table with him was so amused that she couldn't stop laughing.

The storyteller known as Lao Liutou paused, glanced at the tea drinkers around him, and said nervously, "I saw the people, what's wrong?"

"Aren't you afraid?" The child folded his arms and looked unhappy.

Old Liu's momentum weakened a bit, but he still said stubbornly, "This is not a matter of fear or not. We are preaching in Liyue Harbor, and we are under the watchful eyes of the Immortal Emperor. No villain can escape his eyes."

"If it is true, I, Liu Zhang, will not be afraid. Storytellers like me should set an example. If my safety can help Liyue get rid of an evil, even if I die, I will not be afraid at all!"

The child was stunned, blinked his eyes, scratched his head and said, "If you have the time, why don't you say a few more words instead of arguing with me?"

"That one won't work. There is a limit to everything, understand?" Liu Zhang said calmly.

The child yawned and smacked his lips, saying, "This is too profound for me to understand."

"Hey, who would believe you!" Liu Zhangchao rolled his eyes, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." A female voice sounded, very clear and penetrating. If it were polished, it would surely be an enchanting voice that would captivate and enslave the slaves.

When the voice came out, Liu Zhang's eyelids trembled, and he turned around blankly, leaned over to the table, and muttered in a low voice: "Auntie, please put away your great magical power. If you open your mouth, I won't be able to open my business for the next few days!"

"You were still awake just now. It's interesting to compete with my little kid in talking. Isn't it?" The girl closed her eyes slightly and spoke gently, but there was a chill in her voice.

Liu Zhang was speechless. He really wanted to say, your Nan Zhangsheng almost overwhelmed me with his momentum just now, and he still comes here to seek revenge. Besides, everyone knows that this child is mentally precocious!

Of course, this is just a thought. After all, if you really say it out loud, your life or death will be in jeopardy.

"Yes, I was wrong. My lady, please be magnanimous and don't argue with me about books." Liu Zhang pulled his old face and forced a smile.

The girl groaned and said, "How can I not care? I only have this one son. If he is bullied, and I, as a mother, don't help and fight back, then I am such a failure!"

Hearing this, the child spoke faintly, "I'm not. You're only ten years older than me, how can you be my mother!"

"Be good, son. I'll tell you later." The girl ignored the child's complaints and stared at the storyteller. She said firmly, "Tell me two more paragraphs."

Liu Zhang was about to argue, but he heard the other party's words in a more serious tone, "Three sections, if it's not enough, add more!"

Heartbroken but without tears, this strange feeling was perfectly reflected in Liu Zhang at this moment. He dared not complain but speak, and could only walk slowly back to the open space.

At the original place, the girl saw that the storyteller had become obedient, and turned to look at the child whom she called her son, with an expression as if she had done a great good deed.

She usually asked for credit, and smiled softly, "Son, how about it, isn't mom awesome?"

"It was me who asked you to buy this teahouse. Otherwise, your words would be of no use. I don't know who was the one who kept saying that I was a spendthrift!" the child snorted.

"Oh, who would have thought that you, my son, are so amazing. You knew how to read the market when you were only three years old."

"I repeat, I am not your son."

"Son, son, son..."

"You, believe it or not, I will cry for you to see!"

"Okay, I haven't really coaxed you yet, so now is a good time to try it, hurry up."

"I, I don't want it." The child turned his head away and no longer looked at the woman he had put behind him.

Behind him, the girl held her chin with one hand and looked at the child gently, with a peaceful and gentle smile.

"Little Master, you must grow up quickly. From now on, the family business will be handed over to you to inherit, and I can have fun now."

"Hehe, picking up your little baby was indeed the right decision..."

The girl's thoughts drifted away with the wind, and the storyteller's clear words were like beads falling on a jade plate, tinkling and donging, which touched people's hearts and ears.