Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Su Ping pondered. The other party's childish words made him relax a little, but after a flash of suspicion, he became more suspicious.

Because novels and the like are reading materials that are entirely made up of words, generally speaking, children aged five or six, or even twelve or thirteen, are not interested in them.

However, Nan Zhangsheng seemed to be well-read and was very suspicious.

Nan Zhangsheng looked at Su Ping who was silent, thinking that he was unwilling to teach him, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it not possible?"

Su Ping smiled and said, "It's not that I can't do it, it's just... I don't know your writing style and literary talent. If you suddenly give me your own opinions, it will seem abrupt, and it may also make the poem I write not go smoothly."

“Is that so?” Nan Zhangsheng nodded slightly, and suddenly his eyes flickered. He suddenly had an idea and said with a smile: “Then you can just write it out and I will buy it.”

"Anyway, many rich young men have done this before, so I'll just exercise my rights that have been sealed for many years! What do you think, Mr. Su?"

"I am not worthy of being called a great scholar." Su Ping shook his head and said, "As for the matter of buying poems, I am afraid I cannot make the decision..."

Nan Zhangsheng touched his chin and then said with a smile: "That's easy. I'll bring some gifts to visit Confucius someday. This should be possible, as long as Mr. Su doesn't mind the strong smell of money."

Su Ping heard this change of address and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he thought about it, he wrote poetry to make money.

In this case, what is the difference between submitting it for publication and selling it to others? And since you don't even have to wait for three months when selling it to others, it seems to be more cost-effective.

Anyway, he was not going to be a pedantic scholar with lofty morals. As long as he could have a source of income and did not tarnish the reputation of Confucius, Su Ping thought it was no big deal.

Nan Zhangsheng saw Su Ping pondering, so he smiled and looked at the man next to him and asked, "Big brother, you haven't spoken for a long time, don't you have anything to say?"

"No, not..." Ran Zi was stunned and answered quickly.

"If it's not, then why don't you say it? It can't be..." Nan Zhangsheng covered his mouth with one hand, closed his eyes slightly, and said with a wicked smile: "You are nervous!"

"I, I... ahem, I'm just a little overwhelmed for the moment, it's not because of anything else." Ran Ziyu lied without changing his expression. He didn't know why, but he always felt suddenly panicked and couldn't explain it.

Su Ping glanced at his fellow student who was almost speechless, and sighed in his heart, saying, "This Nan Zhangsheng is definitely not an ordinary person. It is very likely that he is also a person who has lived again."

"But whether they are from another world or from native Teyvat, we need to test it further!"

Thinking of this, Su Ping said, "Young Master Nan, I have considered selling poems carefully. I will not sell my existing poems, but I have some new poems. I wonder if they suit your taste?"

"Newly written?" Nan Zhangsheng nodded and smiled, "Of course it's OK. I think if Scholar Su Xiao could write "A Thousand Rocks Ode" and "Singing Maple", the third one must be good!"

“You’re too kind. Young Master Nan, do you have any writing materials? It’s a bit troublesome to go back and get them now, so I thought I’d copy them for you.” Su Ping’s eyes flashed and he said slowly.

"Okay, come back with me, I have it at home." Nan Zhangsheng held his chin with one hand, looked at the girl next to him, and asked, "Is it okay?"

Ying'er, who had been silent for a long time, opened her red lips and said, "Little Master wants to take someone home, of course it's no problem, go ahead, and be careful on the road."

“Don’t use such rhetoric like you’re trying to coax a child.” Nan Zhangsheng smacked his lips helplessly and turned back to say, “Come on, I’ll take you there.”

Su Ping laughed secretly in his heart, but said calmly on the surface: "It's troublesome."

Two kids who looked about the same age walked on their way leisurely. The two people who were still sitting were watching their backs.

Soon, the girl spoke up and said with a soft smile, "Master Ran, you came here so suddenly, not just to find a seat for the child, right?"

"Miss, you are joking. I am just looking for a seat for my younger brother. I have no other thoughts." Ran Ziyou said this, but he did not dare to look up at the woman. Anyone would feel that something was fishy.

"Haha, Master Ran, do you think that I am a woman and easy to fool?"

"No, no, I am familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and I have received guidance from Master. I definitely do not mean to look down on women, absolutely not!"

"I just said it casually. Why are you so excited? Could it be that..."

There was a man and a woman at the tea table. One was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, while the other was laughing continuously. She could hardly straighten her back and was out of breath. Her face was slightly flushed, like a lotus emerging from water.

Two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty. The two children who set out earlier finally reach their destination.

Su Ping raised his head slightly and saw the three characters "Chun Xiang Yao" written on the plaque, which sounded very much like a place for prostitutes.

But since it can exist in Liyue Harbor, it must be a formal industry. Even if there are big shots supporting it and there are other services, they will definitely not be displayed in the open.

At least after Su Ping followed him in, all he saw were containers with bottles and jars on them. There was also a faint fragrance wafting around his nose, an indescribable feeling.

Nan Zhangsheng explained, "Mr. Su, don't think that Chunxiang Kiln is a bad name. We are actually a formal place. On weekdays, we only fire the kiln and occasionally help people make some ointments, but we don't provide other services."

Su Ping grinned but said nothing.

Nan Zhangsheng continued, "How about Master Su buy a box of perfume and give it to your sweetheart? We are offering a 20% discount on all items right now, it's a great deal!"

Su Ping's mouth twitched, but he remained calm and said, "That's not necessary. It's too early now."

"So, Master Su has a girl he likes?"

"No."

"It's too early to say anything. It's better to say that you have strength but nowhere to use it. But you are good-looking and talented, but you haven't been dragged into an arranged marriage?"

Nan Zhangsheng held his chin with one hand, moved closer, and looked at him carefully. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he clapped his hands and said, "Could it be that you are a woman disguised as a man?"

Su Ping was stunned. Even though he was a thoughtful person, he couldn't help but lose his temper at this moment. After all, being questioned about his gender in person was a matter of dignity.

Nan Zhangsheng seemed not to notice, and continued to talk, "In order to avoid being oppressed by her family, the daughter of a wealthy family disguised herself as a man and ran away to join Confucius' private school, in order to prove herself and get rid of the shackles of her family."

"In the end, she lived a happy life with her prince charming, became bigger and stronger together, and dominated the Liyue Harbor. Just thinking about this kind of plot makes me... annoyed!"

"Tsk tsk, the poor one wants to be a young lady but can't, the real one wants to be a village girl and eat porridge, I don't know what they are thinking, the drought will kill them, the flood will kill them!"

Nan Zhangsheng let out a long, quiet sigh, as if criticizing the injustice of the world, and also clearly talking about those fools who took the family resources and then wanted to suffer.

"Ah, what a world this is..." He turned his head and glanced at Su Ping, but laughed again, "So, is Scholar Su a man or a woman?"

"It's a man, no need to question." Su Ping frowned slightly.

"Oh, okay, okay." Nan Zhangsheng waved his hand and said, "It was just a joke to liven up the atmosphere. There is indeed something wrong. I'm sorry."

Su Ping shook his head and said nothing more. He just wanted to finish writing the poem quickly, then take the money and leave, because the person in front of him was definitely not someone he could make close friends with.

"Come on, let's go. I have pens and ink in my room. It's well-ventilated and well-lit. It's large enough. We can, no, you can definitely write good poems!"

Perhaps it was a verbal habit, or perhaps he accidentally revealed his true thoughts. In short, Su Ping was a little confused. Was this Nan Zhangsheng a person who had come back to life?

Sometimes cheerful, sometimes depressed, seeing things clearly yet feeling resentful, such a big change in mood, isn't it schizophrenia?

Su Ping ignored the strange words and followed him into the room. It was indeed well decorated, with all the furniture in it. The workmanship was exquisite and all of them were from famous brands.

"I remember that the pen and ink should be here..." Nan Zhangsheng squatted on the small cabinet next to the table and slowly opened it with one hand. For some reason, his hands were always shaking.

Su Ping had noticed this problem along the way, but it was not as severe as it was now, to the point where he couldn't even open a small cabinet.

Nan Zhangsheng clapped his hands, looked up at Su Ping, and smiled awkwardly: "My old problem has come back. My hands are not strong enough. Why don't you take it yourself?"

As he spoke, Nan Zhangsheng stepped aside and stood aside.

Su Ping nodded, then took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, glancing at the child from time to time to avoid being preempted and put at a disadvantage.

Of course, this is the enemy's territory. Su Ping can only delay a little time by doing this, but maybe this little time is a chance to save his life.

Fortunately, Nan Zhangsheng did not show any other thoughts. He just stood there, rubbing his hands vigorously, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Su Ping spread out the paper on the table, put paperweights on both ends, and then ground the ink himself.

After grinding for a while, there was enough ink in the inkstone. Su Ping picked up the brush and started writing without hesitation.

This time, there was no advance arrangement or planning, which would test his adaptability and word-forming abilities, because if a sentence was missing, he would have to rewrite it.

The tip of the pen dipped in ink fell on the white paper, moving violently and unstoppably. If the desk was regarded as a battlefield, then Su Ping would be the general with a gun in hand.

He galloped across the battlefield, with his sword in hand and his horse in hand, invincible. He stained the originally pure white paper with traces of ink, and the charm of his writing remained as his pen moved.

This majestic scene made Nan Zhangsheng, who was watching nearby, eyes light up. He actually lay down on the table, staring at the pen and the words intently.

In less than a cup of tea, Su Ping put down his pen. It was the first time he wrote a poem in one go, and he felt really refreshed.

He also understood why those true literary masters liked to drink, sing and write poetry.