Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

At the beginning of spring, all flowers bloom in full splendor. Even the two green banana trees in the backyard of the grocery store are stained with a bit of spring color, looking full of vitality.

Not long after Su Ping got up early and before he opened the shop, he received a letter. He then hurriedly said goodbye to the shop owner Ningguang and walked out the door.

Before leaving, Ningguang asked him what he was so nervous about.

Su Ping said calmly: "The teacher's study tour team has returned, and he sent a letter to inform me. I won't say more, I have to go there quickly!"

The reason why he was so anxious was not because something happened in the team, but because of the last three sentences in the letter.

"Today, the private school is holding a poetry gathering with all the major schools of thought. If you have time, Zi'an, you may come and watch."

Confucius had spoken, so how could Su Ping not have some free time? As a student who had once been praised by Confucius, he had to go to a gathering of this level.

At the gate of the private school courtyard, people were coming in one after another. Most of them were wearing green clothes as white as snow, and there were few people wearing other colors.

When Su Ping arrived, he was wearing a light yellow shirt, which of course attracted a lot of attention. However, they knew some rules and did not rush forward to ridicule him. After all, they did not know the details and were just in case.

After Su Ping left, someone went to ask the old man who was guarding the door.

"Uncle, do you know who that young boy is from?"

The old man sitting on a stool at the door was an inconspicuous figure who had been sitting there since the private school was opened, but he could still recognize the outstanding people from various schools.

"He was one of the first generation of students after the private school was established. He was only seven or eight years old when he signed up. The old man stopped talking about this. Do you remember who he was?"

"Su Ping, Su Zian?" someone exclaimed.

Some people also found it unbelievable. "From what I heard, I thought he was a noble gentleman, a shining pearl in the world. How could he be like that?"

The old man laughed and said, "The Master once said: If culture prevails over substance, it will be history; if substance prevails over culture, it will be wild. If culture and substance are harmonious, then why?"

Some people's eyes lit up, and then they bowed and said excitedly: "Thank you for your guidance, old man. I am very grateful."

But more of them were confused. How could that young man just now be considered gentle and refined? How could he behave like a gentleman? How could he look like a gentleman?

The old man waved his hand, stroked his beard, and laughed, "I don't deserve the title of old gentleman. I am just a gatekeeper at a private school. I can occasionally hear the sound of reading aloud inside, so I understand this principle."

"Okay, those of you who are attending the poetry gathering, hurry up and go in. Don't block the way for those who are coming later."

In the private school, the large and small courtyards had been renovated and expanded, but the general layout of the paths remained unchanged. Su Ping followed the flow of people and came to the outer courtyard that was originally used for lectures.

In the courtyard, there are famous poems and verses by the great men of Liyue, and students walk among them in groups of three or two, expressing their own opinions and praising and admiring the great men.

Since this is Confucius' territory, the people who lead the many students on the tour are naturally students from the private school.

At this time, a young man in his twenties wearing a Confucian robe and a sword at his waist came to Su Ping, bowed, and said, "Brother Su, the poetry gathering is about to begin. Please follow me to the inner field."

Su Ping nodded slightly, then asked, "Aren't they going?"

"Of course I will go, but there are multiple inner fields, and the paths are different, and the specific locations they lead to are also different." The young student said lightly.

Su Ping asked him to lead the way, and then chuckled in his heart. It turned out that the teacher had opened an exclusive passage for him so that he could avoid the crowds. However, it should be available to all students, not just him.

The so-called inner field is actually a courtyard with a high platform built in it, with tables and chairs for people to rest, and fruits, tea and wine on the table.

When Su Ping arrived, there was a table on the high platform, waving and calling out, "Little brother, this way!"

Su Ping recognized Yan Ziyuan at a glance, waved in response, said goodbye to the young fellow student beside him, and stepped onto the platform and left.

Ran Ziyu and Zeng Xi naturally sat at the table, and together with Su Ping, the four of them filled up the round table. They all smiled at each other.

"The teacher is suddenly planning to hold a poetry gathering this time. Do you three know any inside information?" Su Ping glanced around and asked in a low voice.

The three of them all smiled but said nothing.

Su Ping closed his eyes slightly, feeling that this matter would not be simple, and asked again: "Do I need to argue with the crowd again and make a name for myself?"

The three nodded, but remained silent.

Su Ping's mouth twitched. "Is he the Master's enemy, or does he think he is very knowledgeable, so he looks down on Confucian students and speaks nonsense outside?"

The three of them shook their heads, indicating that something was wrong.

Su Ping frowned after being tricked like this. "Are you three under a forbidden spell and cannot speak or something? Why are there only these two actions?"

"This is not what we thought, but the teacher has told us not to say more." Zeng Xi couldn't help laughing and explained.

"The teacher ordered me not to tell me, what is that?" Su Ping looked puzzled.

Ran Ziyou smiled and said, "You will know it in due time. Now, let's just watch the students reciting poems and the writing on the wall."

Zeng Xi nodded in agreement and said, "This is much better than those unbearable poems a few years ago."

Talking about this, all four of them smiled bitterly. The great changes a few years ago had caused a large number of inferior works to flood into the poetry collection.

Fortunately, there were successors in the poetry world who diluted most of the signs of literary corruption, otherwise the reputation of Liyue poetry would have been ruined in the hands of these people.

The poetry reading was carried out in an orderly manner, but there were always some people who were short-sighted. Even if they knew that the person was very strong and had strong backers, they would still have the unrealistic idea of ​​destroying the other person's reputation.

Even in this poetry competition, there was one person who was very good at poetry competition. He won all the competitions on the ground and left others speechless.

Then he raised his head slightly, nodded politely, and said in a clear voice: "May I ask the great scholars sitting on the high platform, I have a poem to answer, but unfortunately no one here dares to follow. I wonder if the great scholars can fulfill my wish?"

"Tell me what you want to hear." A handsome man on the high platform spoke, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze.

Yan Ziyuan introduced him at the right time: "He was a student who enrolled two years ago. He is known as Xiao Ziyuan in the private school."

On the ground, a young man in his twenties began to recite: "The prosperity of the Wen family will be buried in the earth. If I hold a two-finger stick, I only wish for eternal fame!"

"It's a unique idea, but too arbitrary." The young man known as Xiaoziyuan stood up and paced, then spoke slowly with a gentle voice.

"The name of a scholar is left in letters, but when will the hard work be rewarded? Thousands of years from now, it will be observed by the people of the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone praised his writing, although it was crude, its meaning was worthy of emulation by the students present and should be regarded as a role model. Others also said that the university scholar had long-term ideals that were not something that ordinary people could have.

However, the young man on the ground did not seem to notice all this. Instead, he smiled and asked, "Master, has your family been engaged in business for generations?"

"That's right." The young man known as Xiaoziyuan answered.

"No wonder." The young man on the ground muttered, and then said loudly: "Although the university scholar is from a wealthy family, he is still walking in a muddy lake, with the company of well frogs. It is difficult for him to see the golden dragon soaring into the sky in my mind!"

"In that case, don't you just admire yourself and feel great, but no one can understand you or know your heart?" The man called Xiaoziyuan asked back, and he was not flustered by the other party's words.

"This is naturally better. I will do what I want. I don't need others to tell me what to do. As I said just now, if I can hold the pen of destiny, it will be passed down through the ages!"

As the young man spoke, his smile turned a little more disdainful, and he said sarcastically: "Unlike the Grand Secretary, I think that my future affairs are up to others to judge. Besides, if I don't want to listen, no one's opinion is of any use!"

The conversation between the two did not last long, but the meaning behind it was thought-provoking, and some people felt terrified. Although Liyue Harbor now advocates speaking freely and speaking directly, the words of the man on the ground did not sound very pleasant.

What does it mean to hold a pen? It can be compared with the Seven Stars, or even the position of the Rock King Emperor, but according to what the man just said, if one day he really becomes a high-ranking official, I am afraid that the people will suffer.

Xiao Ziyuan called the young man and said calmly, "Because of your thoughts, you will never be an official."

"So I said, I don't care what others think!" The young man on the ground didn't care at all, and could even be said to have sneered at it.

He doesn't care what others say. He came here today to muddy the waters and make all the schools of thought lose face.

On the other side of the podium, at the table where Su Ping and other four people were sitting, there was also a conversation between four people.

Ran Ziyou: "Who is this person and what school does he belong to?"

Yan Ziyuan: "I have never seen it, nor have I ever heard of it."

Zeng Xi: "I guess he is just looking for trouble. In the poem just now, it seems that he intentionally or unintentionally belittled the peasants."

Yan Ziyuan: "Alas, that guy is too gentle. If you encounter such a person, you can just shut him up with one sentence. He has to recite poems with a lot of logic, and he doesn't even think about whether the people on the ground can understand him."

Su Ping: "It is good to serve the people wholeheartedly and hope that what you do in your limited life can benefit the people in the future."

Yan Ziyuan: "It's good, but we've already lost in terms of momentum. If we can't bring it back later, we'll be in big trouble today!"

Ran Ziyou: "Brother Yan, don't worry. Speaking of people who work hard and get up early and go to bed late, there is one person among the four of us who is most familiar with him."

Zeng Xi: "Yes, and he became famous at a young age. Although he retired before, his reputation may still be there. If he can take action, that person will definitely return in defeat!"

Yan Ziyuan: "What is the name of this extremely mysterious student? What school does he belong to? What does he look like? What is his appearance like?"

As the three of them spoke, they turned their eyes to the only young man at the table. His surname was Su and his given name was Ping. His teacher gave him the courtesy name Zi'an. He was a student of Confucianism and the first generation of students in the private school. At the moment, his appearance was considered average, and he had a well-proportioned figure.