Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Three days passed in a flash, as if they were gone in the blink of an eye.

Su Ping and three of his fellow students took a leave of absence that day and headed straight to Yuewen Restaurant with a clear goal in mind.

When they arrived, the restaurant was already full of people, a bustling crowd of scholars and writers from Liyue Harbor.

But at this moment, they all had sweat on their foreheads, looking in a certain direction of the restaurant, with a look on their faces as if they had eaten a dead rat.

"I'm not saying you're all idle. You might as well write a few more poems with this time, so as to avoid all the crap on the market now! Is it fun to keep harping on the name of Su Wenshi all day long?"

There were bursts of similar shouts coming from that direction, and they all came from the same person. Although there were a few people who objected, they were all drowned out.

Su Ping and his companions also discovered the situation over there at the first time, and recognized that the man standing on the table, defending Su Ping with all his might, was actually Li Zide.

Although Li Zide at this moment was still dressed luxuriously and wearing gold and silver jewelry, he did not give people a sense of excessive money-making. Instead, he seemed to have returned to nature.

He held a folding fan in one hand, turned his neck, and took steps back and forth across the table, talking so much that spit flew everywhere, leaving the scholars gathered under the table completely helpless.

"Hey, you guys, you can't write anything good, so you throw dirty water on others. Do you really think I'm blind?" Li Zide's verbal offensive continued. After taking a deep breath, he continued to speak eloquently.

"If you can't write, read more books. Don't spend all your time looking for prostitutes. Do you think you are all my young master and can squander money at will?"

"Haha, stop teasing me! I can write the crap you guys wrote with my feet. Oh no, I can't take it anymore. I'm dying of laughter! Hahaha..."

The resounding laughter made those scholars who really had weak foundation but were able to achieve something because of the current situation look very unhappy.

Their faces turned green, then red, and then pale. Although they found the laughter harsh, they did not dare to say a word in rebuttal.

Because that was Li Zide, the son of the head of Sheng Luting, one of the Eight Gates. If they dared to offend him, they might be able to survive in the future, but their lives would not necessarily be easy.

After all, Lord Li is a good man, but the same cannot be said for his subordinates and friends. If anyone who wants to make friends with him tortures them, it will be a disaster.

Therefore, in response to what Li Zide said, they could only make up other things to evade the question, and no one dared to truly refute it.

As for Li Zide, seeing that none of these people said a word, he became more and more arrogant, cursing at everything he could think of, with no sign of stopping.

"Do you think that by pulling others down, you can elevate yourself? In fact, you are wrong. Even if Su Wenshi was slandered by you, he is still better than you, much better!"

"This fact proves that the vision of us Liyue people is correct. Even though Su Wenshi was slandered and defamed by you, he still stands firm and is still a banner among the literati. This shows that you are not really weak, but Su Wenshi is too strong!"

"But that doesn't seem right. I just saw something that said, 'Night begins at dusk, morning begins at dawn.' Who wrote that? Just tell me!"

Li Zide roared, his eyes swept over the people who were shrinking their necks and wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and he hummed in confusion.

His voice was not particularly sharp, but it was like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, causing the scholars standing under the tables around him to tremble and remain silent, not daring to make a sound.

"Hmph, weren't they still able to do it just now? Why are they all dead now, one after another!" Li Zide spat and pointed at a young man in the crowd who looked pretty good.

"You, come up here, don't think that I am so busy that I forget things easily. This poem was written by you, there is no mistake!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, stepped onto the table, and stood opposite Li Zide.

This young man was quite particular about clothing and accessories, he was gentle and elegant, he wore a blue shirt, a pendant around his waist, and held a folding fan with landscape paintings on it in his hand, which he gently waved.

"My name is Liu Yucong, and I'm meeting Master Li!" He put away his folding fan and bowed slightly. His already handsome face, with a smile on it, made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

Li Zide didn't take him seriously, as if he was summoned and dismissed. He sneered and said, "You dare to come up? Aren't you ashamed?"

"If you dare to do something, you must dare to take responsibility for it. Since it was written by me, I will take responsibility for it. I am not like some people who write but don't take responsibility for it, leaving only a name outside!" Liu Yucong said meaningfully.

Li Zide half closed his eyes, shook his head and smiled, "No need to beat around the bush, just say it if you dare. Say more, can I beat you in front of so many people?"

"Don't be afraid, I will remember it. I will remember everything you said, hehe..."

Liu Yucong heard this, his face remained calm, and no one knew what he was thinking. He just said, "Young Master has a good memory."

Li Zide was still smiling, but this smile made people feel a little uncomfortable, as if being stared at by a wild beast, and feeling scared all over.

"Thank you for the compliment. I am still not as good as you who can write and speak. If I am not famous in Liyue after tonight, then I am inferior to you in skills and I have to admit defeat!"

Li Zide was waving his fan, seemingly trying to help him get nominated, but in fact, anyone with a discerning eye knew that he was clearly threatening Liu Yucong.

The scholars around were also puzzled. Why did Li Shao, who seemed to be the leader and had stood on their side last time, run to the other side?

As for Su Ping and the other three who had been watching the battle, they guessed that it was the effect of his father's teachings. After all, it could be seen last time that Li Zide was afraid of his father.

But in fact, only Li Zide himself knew the real reason. Only he could praise the person he had just scolded last time to the sky this time.

The battle that seemed like a duel was still going on, but Su Ping was no longer listening because there was another figure beside the four of them.

It was a woman with a smile on her face. She said softly, "Master Su, my young lady wants to see you. Would you like to come to the private room on the second floor to chat?"

Su Ping was stunned and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the letter he had received three days ago, he did not speak immediately, but hesitated.

The expressions of the three senior students were truly fascinating. In just a split second, they completed the entire process from the time they met their junior student to the time he had a large house full of children and grandchildren.

In just a split second, these three people, based on something that clearly had no clue about it, managed to stage three romantic dramas.

It's just that Su Ping and the woman didn't know these thoughts, otherwise the result would probably be silence and cautious anger.

After a moment of hesitation, Su Ping slowly said, "I still don't know your surname, young lady?"

The woman smiled faintly and said, "My maid's surname is Liu. She likes to read literature and is very fond of the works of Su Daxueshi."

Just as Su Ping finished speaking, before he could say anything, Yan Ziyuan seemed impatient and asked anxiously: "Are you sure you like the work, not the person?"

"Senior Brother Ziyuan!" Su Ping frowned. Even if it was a random matchmaking, it wouldn't be this way. They had never even met each other, and he was only eight years old. How could this be possible?

The woman was speechless for a moment, trying her best to control the twitching corners of her mouth, and then said: "I don't know about this. If Mr. Su wants to know, you can ask him in person."

Su Ping looked at the three fellow students, and as they nodded, he smiled and said, "Thank you for leading the way. As for the rest, please don't worry about it."

Zeng Xi and Ran Ziyou also pointed at the other person whose mouth they covered, and said in unison: "That's right, don't worry about what this guy says, he's not important!"

The woman nodded slightly, and it was unclear whether she agreed or not. Anyway, she took Su Ping to the private room on the second floor.

Of course, the three students followed him, and I could hear a few words from time to time...

"It's not that your writing is bad, it just feels like you're writing nonsense. Who doesn't know that every day is like this?"

"Mr. Li, you are right..."

The second floor is much quieter than the first floor. To put it simply, the private rooms are actually private rooms, which are usually reserved by a large number of people who want to drink or do business.

The woman who had been calling herself a servant led them to a door and knocked on it, "Miss, Master Su is here."

"Please come in." A soft female voice was heard from the room. Just by listening to the voice, one could imagine how elegant and quiet the woman inside was, like a graceful lady.

Yan Ziyuan's expression changed, and even Zeng Xi and Ran Ziyu were the same this time. They no longer looked like before, and looked at their junior with a half-smile.

The woman pushed open the door, recognized a figure, and said softly, "Mr. Su, please."

Su Ping nodded, looked back at the three fellow students who seemed to have no intention of taking a step, and walked in alone, without even following the slave girl.

The woman closed the door and stood aside waiting, but she heard some inappropriate conversations coming from the three people beside her.

"You two, you just want to be good people, but the result is still the same, the pot calling the kettle black!"

"That's different. At least we held on a little longer."

"Indeed, this is incomparable... Well, Brother Zeng, Brother Yan, can my junior brother... win the beauty?"

"That's not clear. Have you forgotten the two girls he met on his study tour?"

"That's true, but this young lady should be at least in her jasper years, and my little brother is also a year older, so maybe?"

The woman lowered her head and rolled her eyes silently. She really wanted to say that her young lady had no interest in Su Ping, or in other words, no interest in children. You guys are thinking too much!