Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Two months have passed since my last outing. Spring has gone and summer has come, flowers have faded and fruits have grown.

The Liyue dock is still bustling with activity, and from Confucius' private school, there can be heard the sound of academic discussions.

The Master sat upright in the main seat, while Zilu, Zeng Xi, Ran Ziyou, and Su Ping, who was brought here by force, sat on the side waiting for orders.

The sound of music began. Zeng Xi sat in front of a xylophone, his slender fingers slightly bent, and kept playing.

Confucius stroked his beard with his hand and suddenly asked, "If one day you are equal to me in reputation and a country is given to you to govern, what will you do?"

Zilu said without hesitation: "If a country has a thousand chariots, the enemies outside are eyeing it covetously, and the people inside are starving, I only need three years to make everyone as brave as a tiger and understand that people should be polite!"

Confucius smiled and said, "Ziyou, what will you do?"

"If it is a country of sixty or seventy miles in length and breadth, or fifty or sixty miles in area, students only need three years to feed the people. As for rituals and music, they will wait for gentlemen to teach them."

Ran Ziyou, who has always been extremely humble, still chose to speak very cautiously.

Confucius asked again: "Xi, what will you do?"

Before he could answer, the sound of the piano gradually became sparse, and with a "clang" sound, the sound of the piano completely stopped. Zeng Xi also stood up and sat next to several fellow students.

"Master, my talent is very different from theirs."

"You can talk about it as you like." Confucius said with a smile.

Zeng Xi nodded in agreement, and then with a look of longing in his eyes, he said, "In late spring, there were five or six men in their twenties and six or seven young men playing in the water at Dihua Island. The latter stood by and watched, singing as they returned."

The words were lighter than a feather, but they were powerful, because there were many cases of treasure-stealing groups committing crimes in the land of Liyue today. Although they usually robbed money, there were also many cases of murder and robbery.

The last time I left Liyue Harbor, I encountered more than twenty of them, not to mention having to cross Guiliyuan and go to Dihuazhou where monsters are rampant.

Zeng Xi's words meant that the Liyue in his words had already eliminated all these worries and could travel freely.

"My wish is the same as Xi's." Confucius smiled and then looked at the youngest person present. "Ping, what do you think?"

This sudden sound almost made Su Ping, who was blank-headed, fall to the side. Originally, he would not do so, but after learning about one thing, things became different.

That is, making money by publishing stories is not feasible, because almost all of them have already been written by others, and those famous quotes and ancient poems also have their owners in this world.

This means that Su Ping needs to carve out a story or an ancient poem on his own, but how easy is that?

Therefore, he had been thinking about this problem just now, but was awakened by a shout and hurriedly thought about the governance issue.

"Master, my wish is that the rich will not despise the poor, that those who are in rags and have nothing at home will not die of hunger or disease, that there will be no worries outside and no troubles inside, that the government will be honest, that doors will not be locked at night, and that lost items will not be picked up on the road!"

"Yes." Confucius nodded three times in a row and chuckled, "This is a great wish, but I don't know when I can see such a prosperous era."

"I don't know. I only know that this world cannot be created by one person. Only when the whole country is united, the gap between the rich and the poor is not as big as the peak of Tianheng Mountain. The officials love the people like their own children, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. This is the first sign of this!"

Confucius was overjoyed and said hello three times in a row, then said with a smile: "Wang Ping, if you want to enter the official career in the future, you can keep this heart, but also remember that you should not impose on others what you do not want others to do to you."

"I will keep this in mind." Su Ping bowed deeply with both hands from top to bottom.

Zeng Xi, who was standing by, saw that the two were talking happily, so he took the opportunity to suggest, "Master, my junior brother still doesn't know how to write, why don't you do it for me?"

Confucius looked at the youngest student and asked, "Ping, are you willing?"

"Of course I am willing." Su Ping lowered his head, not because of the etiquette, but mainly because he couldn't get his tongue back.

"So..." Confucius pondered for a moment and said, "Your surname is Su and your given name is Ping, so your courtesy name should be Zi'an."

"Thank you for the calligraphy, Master."

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After leaving the room, several students breathed a sigh of relief. Zeng Xi joked, "Zi'an, can you go to the canteen to get me two taels of white rice and some vegetables and then go to bed?"

"No time." Su Ping answered simply and directly.

Ran Ziyou couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother Zeng, don't forget that cause and effect will always come back to haunt you!"

"Brother Zi'an, although your words are not polished, they are still gorgeous. Will you follow my lead this time?" Zeng Xi smiled and advised in a kind voice.

Zilu said contemptuously: "You are in your twenties, and you let a child, or your junior, go to get food. Do you have any shame?"

"Ahem, fellow student Zilu, you can't say that. I just want to..."

"Why should I care about you?" Zilu turned and left.

Zeng Xi's mouth twitched. It was really hard to resist the classical Chinese against the simple and clear vernacular.

However, this did not mean that he would give up the desire to go back to the dormitory. "Where is Junior Zi'an?"

Zeng Xi looked around and saw that there were other people there. He guessed that they had just slipped away. This scene of "the world going downhill" made him angry.

So he went to the dining hall by himself.

In the dining hall, Su Ping, Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou sat at the same table. They all had sumptuous meals, and their words were all intentionally or unintentionally pointing to a "shameless" person.

This made Zeng Xi, who had just finished his meal, close his eyes slightly, but fate has its own way. What he needs to do now is to endure, wait until he has the opportunity to fight back, and then counterattack in one fell swoop.

At a dinner table, the eyes of four people were wandering, as if swords were flashing and they were in a dangerous fight.

When their eyes met, Zeng Xi spoke first: "Let's recall that two months ago, my junior brother Ziyou was so angry that his face turned red like blood. He even drew his sword and danced outside the house, his clothes fluttering. He was really full of enthusiasm!"

Ran Ziyou let out a sigh of relief. This guy was trying to use him as a stepping stone since he couldn't make a comeback. He couldn't let him succeed.

"Brother Zeng, how difficult is it to dance with a sword? I feel that asking my junior to bring food is the most difficult thing!" Ran Ziyu's words were poking at Zeng's spine.

Yan Ziyuan chimed in, "That's true. If everyone in the world had Brother Zeng's talent, the young and strong would have a good rest, while the weak and the lonely would have strength!"

"He has no manners and doesn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young!" Su Ping also joined the camp of condemnation.

Zeng Xi was so annoyed by the three people's constant chatter that he had no choice but to reply in plain words, "That's enough, the three of you. Don't talk when you eat or when you sleep. Do you understand?"

Su Ping pretended to be surprised and said, "Brother Zeng can actually speak the common language of Teyvat. This is cause for celebration and praise!"

"You little rascal, I can't deal with you if I don't give you any other instructions. Wait for me tonight!" Zeng Xi pointed at the table with a smile.

Seeing this, Yan Ziyuan also gave his mouth a break and said with a malicious smile: "Brother Zeng, are you going to do that?"

It sounded as if Zeng Xi was something and wanted to do something to Su Ping, a seven-year-old child.

"Hey, Ziyuan, why did you start too?" Zeng Xi smacked his lips slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "But what are you talking about? You are not the one who did that, right?"

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want." Yan Ziyuan waved his hand, "I don't have that habit!"

Zeng Xi grinned: "Not necessarily, our junior looks very handsome, maybe one day you Ziyuan will get drunk and have sex, or something, junior is still young and can't resist..."

"Shut up!" Su Ping, one of the parties involved, said angrily.

Zeng Xi held his chin with one hand and said, "Don't worry, junior brother. I'm just giving you some scientific knowledge about the character of junior brother Ziyuan. If you don't believe it, you can experience it yourself and then tell me!"

Yan Ziyuan's face darkened, his handsome face showed a murderous look, he gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Zeng, it's not good to destroy someone's reputation!"

"No, no, no, I just saw that fellow student Ziyuan is really not interested in women, so I made such a guess. Don't be angry." At this moment, Zeng Xi no longer looked like a scholar, but a scoundrel.

"Brother Zeng, are you still criticizing me?" Yan Ziyuan snorted, "Who in our dormitory has married? Who has a beloved girl?"

Ran Ziyou took the lead and said, "Actually, I have a girl I like."

"Then you are an exception, Junior Brother Su. Are you also lucky in love?" There was a hint of sourness in Yan Ziyuan's words.

Because of his handsome appearance and elegant figure, countless young ladies have come to express their love for him, but it seems that they are all only attracted by his appearance rather than his talents.

Su Ping was stunned. The topic was shifted to him again. Shouldn't he criticize Zeng?

Zeng Xi chuckled and said, "Little brother, tell me, you are really good-looking, and you must have been admired by many women before!"

"I, I'm only seven years old." Su Ping emphasized again, and then spread his hands and said, "Is there really anyone who would like a child like me?"

"Who knows? Don't change the subject, just tell me!" Zeng Xi stared at him.

Yan Ziyuan also said: "Little brother, I am also very curious, can you explain it to me?"

Ran Ziyu also gave some advice.

"To be honest, no!" Su Ping confirmed that this was the current situation.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Fang came over and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Really?" Zeng Xi closed his eyes slightly, revealing only a slit as he looked at him, and then asked, "Then there is no one who wants to arrange a marriage with you?"

Yan Ziyuan did not give him a way out, "Little brother, don't lie!"

"You guys." Su Ping sighed softly, "Yes, that's enough, but I didn't agree. My parents also said that it depends on my own wishes, so I escaped."

"Hehe, as expected." Zeng Xi, Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou burst into laughter.

But when one thing is about to be solved, another one arises. Ji Fang, who had just arrived, heard that this baby was almost engaged. She felt a strange feeling in her heart, just like a sister looking at her brother, and asked hurriedly: "What do you think of the girl? Is she pretty?"

Su Ping looked at her and thought for a moment, "She's OK. She's still young, so how can I tell? But she has good character for sure!"

"Oh? So, when you go home to worship your ancestors in a few days, wouldn't that be a good opportunity for us to meet?"

"It does not make sense!"