Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The sun was still scorching hot in the afternoon, but after the ceremony of inviting the immortals, it had been gradually cooling down. Compared to the great heat of midsummer, now should be considered the lesser heat of summer.

Su Ping carried a tree as thick as a bowl and did squats on a low hill south of the village, over and over again, trying his best to adjust his breathing and keep it at the level of exhaling when rising and inhaling when falling.

The sun sometimes shone on the side of his face, and sometimes hid in the clouds that had gradually increased in the past few days, concealing its shape and light and heat, giving the feeling that the temperature in the world had suddenly dropped by several degrees.

The reason why Su Ping had time to exercise here today was because of the two systems promulgated by the Emperor at the Immortal Invitation Ceremony a few days ago.

Customers are worried that the stall owners will change and they will not be able to enjoy the same snacks anymore, so they have been sweeping away every famous snack stall in the snack street in the past few days.

Not only Su Ping, most of the stall owners in the snack street are now working part-time. They can sell out the amount of the previous day in just one morning, which looks pretty good.

But the more this happens, the more worried the bosses become. It's like a patient's "last glimmer of life" before death. They are also afraid that this is the glory before the stall goes bankrupt.

Of course, there is another reason. It may be that the details of the Seven Stars’ discussion have already been announced, but it is not ideal for the current situation of the snack stand owners.

In a nutshell, you can either develop your own store, cooperate with others, or simply sell it to others and then turn it into a store.

The rent for the stalls has also doubled, and coupled with the already high taxes, it is only a matter of time before all the snack stalls disappear and are incorporated into stores.

But these were all troubles in Liyue Harbor. Su Ping was now outside the village. He knew it was useless to think about it, so he simply immersed himself in training, trying to reach a state of selflessness.

After doing a hundred squats while carrying the tree trunk, Su Ping put the trunk down, stood up straight, and stretched his muscles vigorously to avoid being too weak to get up tomorrow.

Standing on the hill, the boy looked to be only thirteen years old, with bright eyes and handsome features overall, but his slightly dark skin color perfectly concealed this fact, making him look ordinary.

Su Ping exhaled slightly and silently calculated the amount of training he had just done. "I ran around the mountain three times carrying the tree, and did fifty squats. That should be enough."

One should not be impatient when exercising. This is the principle he learned from his fellow student Zilu. Although he did not learn the kung fu postures at first, he still understood the basic knowledge of exercise.

After turning his neck, Su Ping picked up the tree trunk again and was about to continue, but he was stunned because he saw a scene that he didn't want to see and shouldn't see there, or should I say a person.

At the foot of the low hill, at the southern boundary of the village, at the gate of a house with white walls and gray tiles, a middle-aged man, accompanied by a man who looked like a young man, walked slowly into the yard.

Su Ping saw that in the empty yard, the middle-aged man pointed at the young man with anger on his face and kept saying something, while the young man lowered his head and did not move, and probably did not open his mouth to refute.

The middle-aged man was the wealthy Chen Baiwang, and the young man was his son Chen Jihua who should have been imprisoned last year. According to common sense, given the crime he was charged with, the latter should not be at home at this time.

But that was the fact. What Su Ping saw with his own eyes was the scene of being taken home in an upright manner, not Yue Yu escaping. Besides, the prison in Liyue was not that bad.

"They were released so soon." Su Ping closed his eyes slightly, and then said nothing more. He grabbed the tree trunk on his shoulders with both hands and swung it carefully in the air a few times, as if he could actually hit them, but in fact he was deceiving himself.

Su Ping didn't want to know whether Chen Jihua was released from prison through legal and formal channels or whether there were interests involved. But since he was back, he would wait and see the good show of the father and son walking side by side on the road to the underworld.

If the evidence was not inconclusive, someone would be randomly pushed forward to take the blame, and there would be no way to actually send the person to prison. Otherwise, he would have reported the case long ago.

Su Ping's expression was very calm, without any ripples, because all his anger and resentment were hidden in his heart, along with his murderous intent.

After leaving the tree trunk behind, Su Ping walked down the mountain path he had trampled out. Instead of returning home immediately, he went to the medicine house at the westernmost end of the village.

The current doctor over there is Doctor Zhang, who survived until the end of April and was buried with great ceremony. He was the man who was chosen at the beginning.

However, it took less than a few months from the time Doctor Zhang selected his successor to the time he died and was buried. Not to mention that the man's talent was not ideal, even if he was a genius, it would be difficult for him to learn and become a master in such a short time.

So the man only understood some basic pharmacology, and sometimes he could just follow the medical books and prescribe some medicine for colds, headaches, and fevers, but if he really encountered an injury that required real skills, he would be helpless.

The main reason why Su Ping came here was to get the reserved herbs. If he wanted to exercise, it would not be enough to just practice body strength. The best effect would be achieved by washing the body with herbs to relax the muscles and tendons.

However, this was a method that he had only known in Teyvat. Su Ping had no idea whether this method existed in the world over there.

In the two-story building, a young man was flipping through a medical book. From time to time, he looked up with a thoughtful look, as if he was memorizing the contents of the book.

At this moment, the door of the medicine house was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in, "I'm here to get the herbs."

The young man came back to his senses instantly, picked up the herbs he had prepared earlier, and handed them to the young man who had come over. He said, "Little prodigy, this is the same as last time, and it still weighs ten kilograms!"

Su Ping hummed, and took out a 100,000 Mora note from his arms to exchange.

Don’t think that ten thousand per kilogram seems exaggerated. This is because this is the countryside and the price of medicinal materials is very common. If it were in Liyue Harbor, the medicines used by those rich kids who really want to practice martial arts would be astronomical figures that the villagers here cannot even think about.

The poor are good at literature but rich are good at martial arts, that's the reason.

After the money and goods were settled, Su Ping did not stay and turned around and left.

The young man followed behind to see them off. This was not the case for everyone, but mainly because Su Ping did not want to take the remaining 200,000 yuan of Doctor Zhang, so he left it all to this man, which led to this scene.

Su Ping was holding the ten kilograms of herbs in his hand. He looked up at the gradually darkening sky, quickened his pace, and hurried back home.

As soon as I stepped into the house, I heard a few intermittent "da da" sounds outside the door, and then heavy rain poured down straight down. The sky and the earth were dark, and thunder sounded from time to time, which was a bit depressing.

Su Ping put down the herbs and looked back at the rain. He was glad that he had arrived home, otherwise the 100,000 Mora would have been wasted if the rain hit him.

He pulled a chair and sat down. His father Su Yue sat next to him. The father and son looked at the rain without saying a word.

After waiting for a long time, the rain showed no sign of stopping, so Su Ping thought about explaining his plans for the end of this year to his father first.

"Dad, let's go to Mond to see a doctor this November. I heard from a friend that the doctors there are very good at treating injuries."

Su Yue did not respond immediately. After a moment of silence, he said carefully, "Dad has been like this for a few years and nothing has happened. Otherwise...don't treat him. It will only delay your business and cost money!"

"It has to be treated." Su Ping said, "The carriage has been ordered. I will write a letter and inform my friends there. It will be fine. It's not a big deal. As for the business... just don't worry about it, Dad!"

Never mind. These two words stayed deeply in Su Yue's heart. The man with white temples closed his eyes and nodded, saying, "Dad knows. I'll listen to you..."

Su Ping smiled slightly, feeling lucky that his persuasion had worked. He rested his chin on one hand and thought about waiting for his father to recover and then go to Mondstadt to see the scenery.

Just when Su Ping had planned the approximate route and was ready to talk to his father about it to arouse his interest, he was unable to speak.

Because when the words came to his lips, his father dispelled the idea with one sentence, "Just make up your mind. Dad doesn't understand anything. You don't need to tell him everything."

Su Ping lowered his head in silence, wondering what he had just done.

He once thought that he had lived two lives and would not make the mistake that every child has during adolescence where they "make decisions for their parents". He should be more stable and not make them sad.

But he obviously did not do what he said just now. Some of his actions did not seem to take his father's wishes into consideration. He had always been the one making the arrangements.

Although he is the one who takes charge of the family now and makes all the important decisions, is it okay for him to make choices for his father?

The answer is two-sided. It is possible but not necessary. It all depends on the child's attitude. As his father said, he is old and doesn't know anything. He should just make his own decisions.

Su Ping took a deep breath and said nothing. However, he did change. At least he would not be so arbitrary next time he made a similar decision.

Silence is a common occurrence in the family, but this time it was obviously a bit heavy, because although the child in the family has lived two lives as a human being, this is his first life as a true son and he has fulfilled his filial duties.

He didn't know what kind of son he should be, so sometimes he was at a loss and didn't know what he did wrong, but he secretly vowed in his heart that he would never do that again.

"Dad..." Su Ping's eyes were a little evasive, "I told you not to sit for too long, shall I help you lie down and rest?"

Su Yue nodded subconsciously, without thinking of anything else. He just simply felt that his son seemed a little awkward at the moment, and not like before?

Su Ping gently helped him up. With a slightly hunched back, he was no longer as tall as the child. He was a few inches shorter and less prominent.