Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

“Don’t you know that the road of life is full of forks and obstacles, and there are even fewer people who can serve as guides? But today, I followed this person who will be my guide in the future and walked out of the place where I have always lived.”

"I was nervous but also excited because I didn't know what the world outside was like. We sat in the carriage together."

"Accompanied by the rhythmic galloping of the horses' hooves, the carriage drove out of the mountains. I, a young man in my prime, saw prosperity for the first time..."

Tranquility, like the tranquility of late night, filled the dormitory. Similarly, Su Ping's heart was also very calm. He did not feel strange because of this passage.

Putting the pen aside, Su Ping moved his body slightly. The crackling sound of his joints showed that he had been sitting for a long time.

"The third volume is finally finished." Su Ping muttered to himself as he looked at his manuscript.

At this time, more than ten days had passed since Liu Yucong surrendered himself. During these days, Su Ping had been immersed in writing, almost to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep.

Perhaps it was because he had a story in his mind and wanted to publish it earlier, so he wrote it very quickly. Plus, the first time is new, the second time is familiar, so this time he didn't need to grope his way forward like before.

This time, he moved at a speed as fast as flying, leaving his past self far behind.

When Su Ping was thinking about submitting his article, a voice came from outside the door, "Young master, can you say that you have made great progress this time?"

The person with a gentle yet teasing tone was none other than Su Ping's senior classmate, Yan Ziyuan.

He was not the only person outside the door. Zeng Xi and Ran Ziyou were also standing there with smiles on their faces. They nodded slightly to the younger student who was looking at them.

"When did the door open?" Su Ping asked in confusion.

"It was around not long after you entered into a trance. We saw that you were so engrossed in writing that you seemed like you wouldn't feel anything even if Mount Tianheng collapsed, so we didn't disturb you."

Yan Ziyuan spoke slowly, then stood up and walked into the dormitory. His eyes fell on the manuscript of his junior, and suddenly a bright light shone in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ran Ziyou also walked over, and was stunned when he saw the manuscript.

Zeng Xi was not as stunned as the others. After reading for a while, he looked at his junior, nodded and smiled, "It's well written. There are no major problems with the wording, and the sentences are smooth. Especially the plot, it is unforgettable!"

Su Ping also took a few glances at it and then asked, "Is it really that good? Why do I feel like it can be improved further?"

"It's normal. After all, it's something I wrote myself. Every time I make a change, it will improve. But this is not absolute. The original text may not be gorgeous, but it is moving and can best reflect the author's thoughts."

Zeng Xi murmured his thoughts, with a hint of emotion in his eyes, as if he was recalling the past, when there was a young man writing diligently at that table.

Ran Ziyou also nodded and said, "My junior brother's writing skills are strong enough, and the structure of this story is very touching. It will definitely cause a sensation!"

Su Ping smiled but said nothing, because most of the story was based on his own experience. If it could impress others and bring him fame and fortune, it would not be bad.

"Then we can take these two new volumes for review." Su Ping murmured softly. He had already submitted the first volume and it passed the review.

Now all that’s left is to submit these two new volumes for review and publication, which should be enough to gain more popularity and reach the point where we can earn Mora.

……

Wanwen Collection, the publishing bookstore where Su Ping has always contributed his works, is located in the middle of Liyue Harbor and has a huge flow of people passing by.

At this moment, there are already quite a few people in the store. After all, it can be considered an old store, and the books it publishes are quite comprehensive. Therefore, although there are some crudely made poetry collections, there are still literati who are willing to come here to buy books.

Although it is far from the grand occasion of the past, the ebb and flow of the tide and the rolling and dispersed clouds are also the norm in the world. Maybe one day it will be able to return to the peak.

Su Ping took the manuscript and came to Wanwen Collection alone, because it was not a big deal and there was no need to ask his fellow students to go with him. Besides, he had other things to do.

When Su Ping walked into the bookstore, his eyes fell on the woman behind the counter. The woman was in her prime, graceful and elegant, and it was none other than his senior schoolmate Ji Fang.

"Sister Ji Fang, I brought the last two volumes." Su Ping placed all the sorted manuscripts on the counter, waiting for the other party to inspect them.

"Yes, you are my junior brother. You have written two volumes so quickly. Your writing skills have improved." Ji Fang picked up the manuscripts, printed them and approved them, then sealed them up.

This is not sealed intentionally. Wanwen Collection handles every work submitted here in this way. However, this one was directly approved, probably because Ji Fang trusted her junior, so she didn't even look at it.

Ji Fang turned around and called someone to come to the counter to receive the guests, then asked them to sit down at the tea table next to them.

"Little brother, your work "Cold Eyes and Bitterness" is quite popular right now. Many readers are waiting for your update. This time, you will release two volumes directly. I guess it will not be too earth-shattering."

Ji Fang brewed two cups of tea, pushed one of them to the side of Su Ping, and then continued: "I have to say, Junior Su, your story concept is really great. I read it again last night and almost cried again!"

Su Ping smiled and said, "It's okay. Maybe you are kindhearted, so you can easily sympathize with such a situation. If someone else reads this, I'm not sure!"

"You are wrong. I, senior, usually don't get too moved when reading books, but this time, I really couldn't help it." Ji Fang recalled the scenes in the book, with some sadness in her eyes.

Su Ping took a sip of tea, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "Then should I say that even Sister Ji Fang likes to watch it, so it must be very popular?"

"You can say that. Senior, the books I've read are not all masterpieces, but they are at least popular for a while. Your book will definitely be a big seller!"

Ji Fang was so amazed by what she said that if this wasn't happening outside, she would probably pat Su Ping's head to see what the difference was between the head of someone who could write such a book and her own head.

"Thank you for your good wishes, Senior Sister." Su Ping bowed his head slightly. When he raised his head, a childish voice came from beside him. It sounded like a child of only five or six years old, and it was very crisp.

"Mr. Su, are you also here to submit your work?"

Su Ping and Ji Fang turned around and saw a child who was not even half a person's height. His face was a little too thin, but it could not hide his handsomeness.

Although he still has a childish look on his face, one can vaguely tell that he will be a handsome man in the future. Su Ping only knows this kind of child.

"Nan Zhangsheng..." Su Ping said his name. He wanted to add a title, but he couldn't think of a better one, so he stopped talking abruptly.

Ji Fang's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "Little brother, don't you want to introduce your friend to me?"

"Sister Ji Fang, I have only met this Master Zhangsheng once, so I can't introduce him to you." Su Ping smiled and shook his head with helplessness in his eyes.

Nan Zhangsheng heard this and waved his hand, "There's nothing much to introduce. Next time, Master Su, just say your name. I haven't achieved much anyway!"

"Hello, Miss Ji Fang. My name is Nan Zhangsheng. I met Scholar Su by chance before. Now we meet again. It's really fate, hehe."

Nan Zhangsheng then sighed softly, and said with deep emotion: "If we can meet in this life, it is fate. If we meet again, it is the best, it can't be better."

If it weren't for his childish voice and his childish appearance, he might really be mistaken for an old man expressing his insights into life.

When Ji Fang heard this, he covered his mouth and chuckled, saying, "Interesting, really interesting, little brother, who taught you this?"

Nan Zhangsheng put his hands on his hips, as if he was full of passion, as if he was afraid that others would not know, "I just thought of it myself, don't you believe it, big sister?"

"What did you think?" Ji Fang was stunned. He glanced at his junior fellow student who was already a genius, and couldn't help but hiss in surprise.

Su Ping's eyes flashed. If he had doubts about the other party's origins before, he was now completely sure, because those words just now were definitely not something a real child could say.

The vicissitudes of life in those words made Su Ping feel inferior to them and think that he had lived too short. And these words came from the child in front of him, a child younger than Su Ping.

Su Ping didn't know what other people were thinking, but his fear of Nan Zhangsheng deepened.

"Hehehe!" A clear laughter like a silver bell rang out. It came from the woman standing not far behind Nan Zhangsheng. She had a pretty face and was dressed in purple.

"Oh my, son, everyone seems shocked. It seems that what you said makes some sense!" The woman was naturally Ying'er. She spoke with a smile, and her charm was so attractive.

"I'll say it one last time. I, Nan Zhangsheng, am not your son." Nan Zhangsheng sighed deeply. After he finished speaking weakly, he seemed to have regained his vitality as if winter had passed and spring had arrived.

As soon as these words were spoken, someone nearby immediately looked at him with confusion, curiosity, and an expression as if he was looking at an unfilial son.

"Hehe, I'm really not her son. It's a long story, but to make a long story short, she calls me her son, but I'm not her son. Do you understand?" Nan Zhangsheng noticed these gazes and gestured with his hands in front of him.

"Look carefully, I'm six and she's sixteen. How can they be mother and son? Don't you think so?"

Before he finished speaking, everyone saw the age gap between the two and turned back, continuing with what they were doing, trying to cover up the unspeakable embarrassment.