Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

"What? Ahahahaha..."

A burst of ups and downs of laughter came from the window. The laughter was hearty and seemed to be able to infect those who heard it. It was very strange.

The person who was laughing was laughing so hard that he was bent over the table and pounding it repeatedly, making a bang bang bang sound.

The three people beside him, two adults and one child, all looked helpless, but they were also smiling slightly. It was obvious that something had touched their hearts and they couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha..." The person who laughed the loudest said while laughing, "My junior and I have conspired to see Ziyuan and Ziyou make fun of you?"

"Who came up with this? It's so funny, hahaha!"

The person who could hardly hold back his laughter was Zeng Xi.

The laughter continued incessantly, and the three people nearby laughed even more deeply as the sound lingered in their ears.

"I never thought that this kind of thing that should only happen in novels would actually happen to us." Ran Ziyou shook his head and laughed.

Yan Ziyuan groaned a few times, then exhaled, "The world is so big, there are all kinds of strange things. This inexplicable provocation is really...hahahaha."

Compared to the three people who kept laughing, Su Ping was the first one to calm down. He still had a smile on his face, but his thoughts had changed.

"If something like this happens once, it will happen again. If people start to believe everything they hear, or confuse right and wrong without seeing the truth, it will be bad."

Su Ping's worry was not groundless, because there was a precedent. That was that the now very civilized Liyue Port did not take the first slanderous report seriously, and had no reason to tell the truth.

The results are now obvious to all. Whenever something small happens, it will spread all over the city and rumors will spread.

A sage once said, "Do it before it happens, and govern it before it becomes chaotic."

This concept, in a sense, overlaps with Su Ping's style of doing things, or his inner thoughts, both of which do not want anything bad to happen.

Thinking of this, Su Ping couldn't help but smile again, and said in his heart: "It's not impossible for a Confucian student to use Taoist principles, but it's a bit bad... right?"

No one answered this question because he would not say it out loud. As for the answer, Su Ping himself did not know. Everything would be revealed by heaven and earth.

Zeng Xi lay on the table, his head buried deeply, as if he didn't raise it at all, and slowly said, "Little brother, what are you thinking about that makes you so absorbed in it?"

Even though he didn't raise his head or look at Su Ping intently, Zeng Xi could still vaguely sense that what this junior was thinking was different from what the three of them were thinking.

Su Ping was not surprised that his senior had noticed it. Under the gentle gaze of Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou, he opened his mouth and told the story.

"Although this incident was just a misunderstanding and added to the jokes, if it happens again and the two parties don't know each other..."

The conversation stopped here. Without Su Ping saying anything more, the three fellow students understood the problem.

The four people present were all smart. After hearing what Su Ping said, the three senior brothers had their own ideas in their minds. These ideas were similar, all of which were their views on the matter of following the crowd.

Not long after, Zeng Xi held his chin with one hand and sighed, "There are pros and cons to speaking freely..."

No one responded to this because the other three were also silent.

This matter is indeed troublesome to deal with.

After all, it's just a matter of a few words, we can't just arrest them, but letting it go is absolutely not an option. If we don't deal with it, there will definitely be trouble.

Yan Ziyuan was pondering and glanced out the window. There was a bulletin board on which famous sayings and quotes spoken in the classroom were recorded and displayed to students for their reference and guidance.

A few sparse students stood there, silently looking at the contents above, not knowing what they were thinking.

Looking away, Yan Ziyuan's faded smile reappeared, his handsome face smiled as bright as peach blossoms, his eyes as brilliant as stars.

"Three of you, I have an idea."

Zeng Xi, Su Ping, and Ran Ziyou's eyes instantly fell on the face of this handsome classmate. They each nodded and waited for what to say next.

"As for this matter, in my opinion, it is better to ease the situation than to block it." Yan Ziyuan smiled and kept the question in suspense.

Su Ping's eyes showed understanding, and he said: "This is too direct or serious warning, it may be useless or even counterproductive, but it can serve as a warning. Let them be uncertain and hesitant when they start preparing next time."

"Then, it can also serve as a lesson for people to say less things they shouldn't say, killing two birds with one stone!"

"That's right, what you said is exactly what I thought." Yan Ziyuan clapped his hands and smiled.

Ran Ziyou touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Then I guess what Brother Yan wants to do is to post a warning on the bulletin board."

Zeng Xi also spoke up at this time and added: "Also, you have to use what the Master said and wrote. You can't write your own, otherwise it won't be powerful enough!"

"Great, great!" Yan Ziyuan said the word "great" repeatedly, and then said with satisfaction: "Now that we know what to do next, let's start right away?"

After all, this was still a matter between four people. Although it was a bit unnecessary, Yan Ziyuan still asked for their opinions, because what if something really happened?

"Of course!" He was responded to three times, with only two words, but they contained firmness and sincerity, without any hypocrisy or pretense.

After agreeing, the four of them naturally had no reason to sit still, and each went to get something, either writing brushes and ink, or bamboo boards for writing, and some went to get the collection of Confucius' quotations.

The remaining person was grinding ink there.

The four of them had clear division of labor, and soon everything was ready. They just had to put pen to paper and pass down the words of "knock".

The first person to pick up the pen was Zeng Xi. He flipped through the book on the table briefly, then placed the tip of his pen on the bamboo board and wrote with every stroke of his pen. His sharpness revealed an extraordinary meaning.

"When you see a virtuous person, you think about it; when you see a virtuous person, you reflect on yourself."

Zeng Xi read slowly, he wrote this sentence to let those people reflect on themselves, it was almost a reminder to those people to pay more attention to their behavior.

Although those people's eavesdropping was not aboveboard, but since they had provided him with such a joke, which was even more ridiculous than the fact that he did not receive the attention of the Seven Stars, they should be taught a good lesson. Of course, it was also because they were also students of the Master, and this was the key point.

Yan Ziyuan smiled, his eyes flickered as he took the pen, and then he started writing.

"If a man is not benevolent, what is the use of propriety? If a man is not benevolent, what is the use of music?"

The meaning is to let those people understand benevolence, righteousness and propriety, otherwise it will be useless even if they read thousands of books.

After all, until now, the four people still thought that this rumor was exaggerated and was not what it was originally.

If they knew what the original words looked like, I guess the four of them would burst into laughter again.

Ran Ziyu also began to write down the words he wanted to persuade the other party, his eyes were bright, as if there was something beautiful hidden inside, secretly guiding the other party.

"Do unto others, do not impose on others."

He wrote this to make those people understand a truth: don't judge others by your own standards, and don't just follow what others say.

Finally, Su Ping took the brush and paused for a moment when it fell on the bamboo board before he began to swing the tip of the brush.

"The first person to make clay figures for burials will have no descendants!"

This made the three senior students who had just discussed the matter stunned. Didn’t they agree not to write anything too offensive and to be more tactful?

Why didn't this junior come as agreed?

Under their surprised gazes, Su Ping continued writing, adding some small words next to the words as explanation, and wrote dozens of words.

"When I read this, I was touched, so I posted it here. I hope my fellow students will take it as a warning and never become the first to do such a thing."

When Su Ping finished writing, the three fellow students seemed a little confused, but they still looked down at him, waiting for his explanation.

"I just suddenly felt that I was being too tactful. What if they didn't see it? Wouldn't that be a waste of effort?"

The three fellow students nodded. Although what Su Ping said was indeed reasonable, if they really didn't see the meaning behind it, then this period of time would be wasted and they would not be able to achieve the desired effect.

Zeng Xi smiled and said, "Little brother, you are indeed very thoughtful."

"I'm just more cautious." Su Ping shook his head, then looked out the window and sighed softly.

Afterwards, when they took turns at night, they hung the four bamboo boards on the bulletin board and wrote their names in the signature section.

After doing all this, the four of them did not return to the dormitory, but tightened their collars and wandered around the private school.

The moonlight was beautiful, and the earth was covered with a layer of silver frost. From a distance, it looked like snow, exceptionally enchanting.

Zeng Xi folded his arms in front of him, glanced at the younger brother beside him, and said softly: "Younger brother, why don't you write a poem for this beautiful scene, so that you can use it later?"

"That's not necessary." Su Ping replied.

"Oh? Why is that?" Yan Ziyuan looked curious, and Ran Ziyu was not much different.

Su Ping smiled. He naturally knew what he meant. He was referring to the current opportunity to make a lot of money by writing poems, or at least earn a little money.

But now, he was in no mood, had no thoughts, and had no inspiration to express. In such a situation, Su Ping could not compose a poem.

Su Ping sighed and said slowly: "There are too many poems about the moon in ancient times... Besides, I can't write one, so what else can I do?"

Yan Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, his expression filled with helplessness and a bit of regret.

Zeng Xi patted his junior's shoulder with his gentle palm, which seemed like silent comfort, but there seemed to be a hint of gloating hidden in it.

Ran Ziyou analyzed the problem, "As the saying goes, there is gain and loss. I just entered the country a few days ago and made a big leap. It's normal that I don't feel anything for the time being."

"If we don't do this, it will not only be abnormal, but I'm afraid we will also go crazy!"

"Hahaha, that makes sense!" Yan Ziyuan looked up at the moonlight, revealing his true thoughts.

Zeng Xi looked at them, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He waved his hand to greet the three people, and then walked away into the distance under the moonlight. The shadows cast by the four figures intertwined back and forth, as if they were inseparable.