Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Early the next morning, Su Ping rolled over his quilt and stood up. He opened the window a little and saw in the dim light that the other three had all gotten up, except for him.

After greeting each other, Su Ping put on his coat and went outside to wash up. The four of them went to the canteen to have some rice porridge, and then separated in the main hall.

Su Ping went to the seat with his name on it, while the other three walked up to the three-foot podium one by one and stood in line with other students of the same age.

And there was a man standing in front of them. His black hair was half white, and he wore a hair crown. His face was flat, which was not unusual. But his bright eyes seemed to reveal a word, "benevolence".

It was a set of clothes that was neither good nor bad, with the collar neatly fastened and the hem wrinkle-free, everything was tidy.

This person is the founder of a private school, Confucius, the founder of Confucianism, and the common teacher of all the students here. He is known as Confucius.

“Ahem.” Confucius cleared his throat and said to the hundreds of people sitting in the room, “You may know my name or not, but it doesn’t matter.”

"In the future, when we discuss academic matters and deepen our discussions, we will naturally become familiar with each other and talk less. Today is the first day of class. If there is anything you don't understand, please feel free to ask."

This self-introduction, which sounded very casual and even a little humorous, stunned all the gentlemen present, including Su Ping.

Shouldn't a saint speak in an elegant manner and pay great attention to details in every move? How could this be?

On the stage, behind Confucius, several gentlemen hung their heads, their shoulders shaking. They must have been amused by the expressions of these new students, because they looked like that once upon a time.

After waiting for a while, for some unknown reason, no one asked any questions. Perhaps no one wanted to be the first to speak out, or perhaps they were frightened by the saint and were unable to recover.

Zeng Xi saw the situation and raised his hand to say, "Today has just started, so the teacher is willing to answer your questions. If you want to ask questions in the future, you have to queue up!"

There was another person next to him, who was perhaps outspoken, and said bluntly: "If you don't ask, then I'll ask myself, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

Confucius gently stroked his gray beard and did not stop these students who spoke without permission. It was true that he was a friendly person.

After hearing these two sentences, some people, who were full of doubts, began to think about the things they didn't understand in the book and started to ask questions.

The first person to stand up was a young man. He bowed with both hands and said, "My name is Chang Jiu. I would like to ask about the concept of self-discipline in 'I examine myself three times a day.'"

"Of course there is no problem. Please tell me." Confucius nodded and smiled.

Chang Jiu nodded in agreement, and then continued, "Are you unfaithful when you are planning for others? Are you untrustworthy when you are making friends? Are you passing on knowledge but not practicing it? These three are all problems that you need to examine yourself, but if you cannot see these problems, how should you solve them?"

Confucius chuckled twice and answered: "If you ask this question, it means you have doubts in your heart and wonder if you have the same doubts."

"Self-examination is indeed a great way to restrain oneself, but it is also difficult to be undisciplined. This is why we need the help of our relatives and friends. However, honest advice is unpleasant to the ear, but whether it is honest advice or not, in the final analysis, it is up to one's own heart to judge."

“Or, put down the sage books, watch and listen to what’s happening outside the window, take a peek at what others say and do, and compare their honesty with your own, and you may make progress.”

"I see, I see." Chang Jiu nodded repeatedly, bowed again, and said, "Thank you for your teachings, Master!"

After sitting down, Chang Jiu was still muttering something, as if he had suddenly realized something. There were several other people in a similar situation.

The next person to stand up was a young girl, which made the few women among the hundred or so people look at her sideways.

This girl was the one who was outside the door yesterday, struggling with her father for the parcel. Under the gaze of everyone, she agreed to perform the ceremony first, and then said, "Student Ji Fang, I would like to ask you, Master, what does it mean when you say that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent?"

When these words were spoken, many students gasped, and the few women who spoke also felt their hearts in their throats. At the same time, they also looked forward to the teacher's answer. After all, such remarks came from the mouth of a scholar.

Confucius looked calm and said, "This statement came from a young man. It has caused a sensation before. I will explain it again today."

"This statement seems to mean that women should be unlearned and unskilled in order to have virtue, but in fact it is quite the opposite. This statement actually means to teach women that if they have no talent, they should have virtue."

"Of course, if one has both talent and virtue, that would be even better. If that is not possible, then at least one of them should be present."

After saying that, the women looked at each other with sharp eyes. Ji Fang, who stood up to ask questions, also thought about it. After thanking them, she sat down, and no one knew what she was thinking about.

Afterwards, many people asked questions, and Confucius seemed to accept all of them and answered them tirelessly. The students' awe was slowly turning into respect and love.

I have to say that Confucius is worthy of being a saint. In just less than a day, he was able to chat and laugh with his students. Isn't that an example that many teachers who think highly of themselves cannot achieve?

……

Thus, for the next ten days or so, Su Ping wandered between the dormitory and the classroom, occasionally discussing philosophy and teaching with a few fellow students, and each of them gained something.

Such a peaceful day made Su Ping feel a little relaxed, but it was instantly wiped out, because such a day was bought with 80,000 Moras, and he was not yet at the stage where he could be complacent.

At night, Su Ping lay in bed, thinking about the teacher taking the students out for an outing tomorrow. He turned over again, and his idea became to let his parents sleep on such soft bedding as soon as possible.

My thoughts are all over the place, gradually drifting away...

When he opened his eyes again, Su Ping found himself at home. His parents were right in front of him, with their arms open, looking at him with a smile.

Su Ping also smiled and threw himself into their arms. Amidst the laughter and joy, the scene flashed, dark clouds rolled over the sky, and the figures of his parents disappeared, leaving him alone.

Blown away by the wind and rain, the picture was shattered like a lens at this point. Su Ping, who was lying on the mattress, suddenly woke up. Outside the window, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and muffled thunder rumbled.

In an instant, heavy rain rolled down, exactly the same as the scene in Su Ping's dream.

He covered his heart with one hand, which was beating very fast. He even had some cold sweat on his forehead. He still hasn't recovered from the fear.

Glancing at the dim dormitory, the other three were still fast asleep. It was probably not time for them to get up in the morning. Su Ping also lost his sleepiness and sat up against the wall.

Looking into the darkness outside the window, the lanterns under the eaves were swaying in the strong wind. Looking at them in the rain, it was like hazy starlight swaying, guiding the wanderers who had not yet returned home to return home as soon as possible.

Su Ping sat quietly without saying a word. The heavy rain outside the window had not stopped and was still washing the ground. It was born in the sky and was about to fall to the earth. Everything it encountered in the middle might change its landing point and affect its final direction.

Seeing this, the old soul with a seven-year-old appearance began to think divergently again. Isn't it the same for people? Life is a journey with unpredictable ups and downs. The past is the memory that carries everything, the future is the road that will eventually be walked, and the present is the best version of yourself.

Su Ping sighed a little, smiled to himself, shook his head, and laughed at himself in his heart: "I was not so sentimental in my previous life. I can tell the meaning of a rain!"

He still looked out the window, his eyes not to the side. The rain was still falling, but he didn't know when it started to get a little lighter, until it stopped completely. The dark clouds broke and a big sun rose.

People who knew that a day's plan lies in the morning all turned over at this moment. This was the scene in Su Ping's dormitory.

Zeng Xi took a closer look and saw that the child by the window was the junior who had gotten up the latest in the past few days.

"Little brother Su, you are very hardworking today!"

"Thank you for your compliment, Brother Zeng." Su Ping stood up and returned the greetings. He put on his coat and went out to wash up.

After some daily routine, they gathered outside the school. Confucius walked in front, followed by a group of students in a mighty procession.

Zeng Xi, Yan Ziyuan, and Ran Ziyou surrounded Su Ping, saying that they were afraid that the child would get lost, and that the child was slow, so they wanted to take care of him and catch up with the team in time.

Su Ping sneered at this, because they felt that these three people were taking advantage of them. Passersby who knew them would ask if they were traveling with their nephew.

After walking through a few streets like this, Su Ping's seniority was completely reduced. However, in order to shut him up, the three of them bought a lot of snacks along the way and fed them to him, which made it even.

Su Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry while chewing these delicious snacks, but his outward aura remained undiminished, as if the people he was biting were his three fellow students. His fierce look made people laugh.

Because at this moment, Su Ping was just a young boy with a very childish look on his face. How could he possibly have such a vicious expression?

Ji Fang, who was also walking slowly, smiled and said, "Three seniors, this baby is so cute. Do you mind letting me rub it for a while?"

Su Ping's eyelids jumped, and he quickly hid behind Zeng Xi. Although they usually insulted each other, Su Ping knew that this fellow student was absolutely reliable.

Just as he guessed, the three of them took turns to persuade the girl to leave with their emotional and logical appeals. Otherwise, she would have suffered greatly.

Seeing this, Su Ping breathed a sigh of relief in front of them and wanted to wipe the sweat with his sleeves, but he changed to his palms, looking like he had survived a disaster.

Yan Ziyuan couldn't help laughing at this and said with a smile, "Little brother Su, are you so afraid of little sister Ji?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, but it's okay to take advantage of someone in terms of name and seniority, but I really can't stand having my face rubbed or pinched." Su Ping said this and sighed again, probably recalling the feeling of having his face rubbed by his parents and Aunt Zhang's family next door.

Zeng Xi tapped his shoulder and laughed, "You have also come to this day, hahahaha..."

Ran Ziyou, who was always modest, also laughed softly and said, "Little brother Su's fear is different from that of ordinary people!"

"You guys..." Su Ping's mouth twitched, and he could only look at the team that was getting farther and farther away, and reminded them: "We have fallen behind, why don't you three hurry up?"

At the command, the three of them indeed quickened their pace, but Su Ping, who was the size of a child, needed to take two or three steps to match their one step. It could be said that he had just avoided the natural danger and fell into the abyss again.