Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Su Ping rushed to West Village and stood in front of the painted two-story building, breathing slightly.

The way he walked in a hurry, coupled with the fact that there was a person behind him, naturally attracted a few villagers who were strolling on the village road near the west side of the village.

Su Ping accepted all their inquiries and concerns. He insisted that it was the treasure-stealing group that did it. He also checked on the way and found that the old man had no Mora or valuables on him. He was also robbed, so the difference was not big.

As for whether he had any money on him and whether it was worth it for the treasure-stealing group to rob him, that was not a question Su Ping should think about. In addition, in the eyes of the villagers, this was an old man who did seem to have mental problems, so there was no need to worry about it.

"Dr. Zhang! Another person is injured. Please open the door quickly!"

Before Su Ping could even open his mouth, enthusiastic villagers came to help shout.

But he did not receive a smiling face from Doctor Zhang, because the door was not opened at all. The small building was also very quiet, with no sound coming out at all.

Someone scratched his head and asked doubtfully, "Is he not here?"

This is possible. After all, as one of the few people in the village who lives in a two-story house and the only doctor, it is not uncommon for him to go out for fun during the Moon Festival.

But it was hard for those who came to see the doctor, such as the old man who was put down by Su Ping and leaned against the wall of the small building. He was still unconscious, otherwise he would have been furious and started to hold Su Ping accountable for his various sins.

Su Ping touched his nose, walked towards the villagers next to him, and said with a smile: "Since Doctor Zhang is not here, I will leave the man there first. When the doctor comes back, he should be treated."

"That's for sure, but this old man will probably have to work as an assistant for Doctor Zhang for a few months. But, little prodigy, where did you meet him?"

"On the way." Su Ping took a breath, as if he had not yet recovered from the rush just now, and said slowly: "On the way to the village, when I saw him, he was lying on the ground."

"He kept mumbling something, damn treasure-stealing gang, if you give me back my money, I'll go and help him, but I almost got punched!"

"So thrilling!" A skinny young man scratched his sparse beard and his eyes widened.

Beside him, a middle-aged man sighed softly, "This old man is not mentally normal. Everyone in the village knows it. I didn't expect that he would run into a treasure-stealing group. Alas, it's what he deserves!"

Su Ping's eyes flickered, but he did not ask any further questions. He thought that it was probably because the old man's usual behavior was too unpopular with the villagers, so this happened.

This would be beneficial to him. Although it seemed immoral to plot against an old man, Su Ping could not care less at this time.

This old man had argued with him a few years ago and almost hit him. Many years ago, the old man must have had a hand in the seizure of the house. Now that he was knocked unconscious by Su Ping's punch, it was all his own fault.

Fortunately, four years of hardships have sculpted the old man beyond recognition. Otherwise, if he was still suppressed by those young men, the one who would fall today would definitely be Su Ping.

"He had a miserable life. First, his wife and daughter drowned in a river, and he was unable to save either of them. After that, he seemed to have gone crazy, wandering around the village."

"He's still suffering? Have you forgotten what he did before?"

"Of course I didn't forget, that's not contradictory!"

These men were all old acquaintances in the village, and once they started talking, they couldn't stop.

Su Ping said that he had something else to do and asked them to help look after the old man for a while. He would definitely give them a reward later and then prepared to leave.

Those people refused but still agreed to help watch over the matter, and told Su Ping to go without worry and leave the rest to them.

When returning along the same route, Su Ping sighed slightly. He never expected that the mother and daughter from a few years ago would fall into the water and disappear without a trace. Life is really an unpredictable thing.

He was not sad, just feeling emotional. He didn't know what he was feeling, but he felt a little heavy in his heart, as if there had been changes, but also as if it was the same as before.

Standing there, Xiao Cui clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turned white from using too much force, and her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, as if a willow tree encountered a storm, unable to calm down for a long time.

She had been standing here, and if there were passers-by, she would tell them about the story of an old man who was robbed by a group of treasure robbers and was sent to Doctor Zhang by Su Ping.

Although she knew it was a lie and was inevitably a little nervous, she was not a rigid girl after all. She was nervous only because she was afraid that her flaws would be discovered and Su Ping would suffer.

Besides that, she even vaguely felt a little excited because she had done something that she had been told not to do since she was a child.

Even though I'm already in my twenties, whenever I think of my childhood advice and look at what I'm doing now, my excited heart still can't calm down in an instant.

"Sister Xiao Cui, Sister Xiao Cui?" Su Ping waved his hand in front of the woman and called out in confusion.

Xiao Cui finally came back to her senses, looked at the boy in front of her, and said with a wry smile: "You are finally back, how is he...?"

"Since Doctor Zhang is not here, I just left him outside. There are a few others over there to help watch over him, so he'll be fine." Su Ping smiled confidently.

"But what if he tells it?"

"Oh, who would believe what a mentally ill person says! I've just explained it all, nothing will happen, don't worry, Sister Xiao Cui!"

Xiao Cui smiled, with a hint of mischief in her tranquility, "Are you okay?"

Su Ping patted his chest and nodded, "It's okay, I'm fine!"

"That's good. Shall we go for a walk outside the village?"

"Okay."

……

After a few days, the atmosphere of the Moon-Chu Festival gradually faded away, and the villagers in the village began to work again as early as the moon passed.

Before Doctor Zhang returned, the old man had already woken up. As soon as he woke up, he complained to everyone and cursed the seemingly gentle young man.

Unfortunately, no one believed what he said. After all, the old man was mentally ill, and Su Ping was a child prodigy. How could he do such a thing as hitting an old man?

No one wanted to listen to the old man's complaints, so he tactfully stopped talking about it because of the men's fists, because he was no longer the same as before.

Su Ping did not have a boring holiday this time, but he could not help feeling a little regretful, or should I say, it did not meet his expectations.

During this festive season, Su Ping did not bring back the girl who had asked him to help take care of the house before she left. So the tidy house was still empty.

"I guess the branch factory is also busy and can't even come back for the Moon Festival." Su Ping sat at his desk, thinking to himself.

He has been unemployed at home these days, not only because he is waiting for people, but also because the raw materials have been almost consumed and he is making some replenishments.

It just seemed true that it would take less than a few days to replenish some food ingredients. In fact, he just didn't wait for anyone and felt a little empty in his heart. So the young man who had extra money in the box just acted like he was angry and didn't go to the stall.

But he couldn't go on like this forever. Although he hadn't waited for the person to come, he still had to live his life. He still had his father's injury to be treated. Jianlai wanted to buy a big house so that he and his family could live comfortably.

She wants Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang to be by her side when they are old, to offer them a cup of hot tea, and to rub their shoulders after being busy all their lives. She also wants to see Xiao Cui get married in style and marry the man she chooses.

It will take a long time for all of this to be realized, and it may not even be possible because there are some uncertainties involved.

But at this moment, the little boy who looked only twelve years old was living his own life in his mind, feeling a sense of vicissitudes of life and sighing in vain.

Time is a magical thing. Nothing, even the indestructible rock under the ground, can escape the erosion of time and will eventually change.

It’s like only after people have experienced the vicissitudes of life can they understand the warmth and coldness of human nature, how desolate the world is, and where in the world can one find peace?

Time can turn a young child into a ruthless killer, and can turn a high-spirited teenager into an adult who knows how to look ahead and behind.

There are certainly other people, things, and objects among them, but the only indispensable thing is time.

Su Ping's eyes became brighter and brighter. He had felt this feeling many times before. Knowing that he was about to enter the country again, he had no intention of leaving.

Sitting at the desk, he slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness seemed to float away from his body, wandering outside, and then entered a strange space formed only by consciousness.

In the world created by artistic conception, it was illusory. The sky was not necessarily the sky, and the earth was not necessarily the earth. Su Ping standing in it was extremely small, like an ant.

Perhaps even this artistic conception made the young man seem like a ridiculous and overconfident ant, so there was a tree in front of him, which started from just sprouting out of the soil, to growing vigorously, to standing tall, and finally withering and rotting.

This process usually takes decades, or even hundreds of years for some trees, but it was completed in just a moment.

Immediately afterwards, new sprouts grew out from the place where the tree had rotted, and this cycle continued again and again.

Su Ping smiled faintly. He felt deeply about the passage of time, especially since he had not been in the country for two years. Now that he had accumulated a lot of experience, he certainly felt emotional.

“The past carries the present and the future. The past cannot be changed, but the future can. As for the method of change, it appears in the present!”

"I still firmly believe in this concept, and it will not change in the future. I will carry my concept with me and witness everything I do!"

Su Ping opened his hands and raised his chin slightly, looking so proud and uninhibited. He had never shown this before, but now that he was here, he naturally followed his heart.

Looking at the tree that was still growing, maturing, dying, and growing again, he spoke slowly, "The life of a tree is divided into five stages, and so are people..."

At the same time, in the world outside of consciousness, Su Ping's door was closed, and a man was sitting outside the door with a cane next to him.

This man was Su Yue. He had just returned from visiting next door and saw his son lying motionless. He immediately closed the door and stood guard outside.

Because he remembered that his son once told him that if you see someone sitting and not moving in a private school, you should not disturb them, otherwise something big might happen.

He had not forgotten everything his son had said, so he sat outside the door instead of touching his son to see what was going on.

Due to many factors, Su Ping's perception of the artistic conception was not disturbed this time.