Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Su Ping also looked at the three fellow students. Although he said nothing, the three of them could see his intention. They laughed and raised three glasses.

"Junior brother, we have returned with a great victory!" Zeng Xi said, and drank the sake in the cup in one gulp.

Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou also behaved in the same way.

Su Ping couldn't drink, so he took the teacup, slammed the table, stood up, walked quickly to the edge of the platform, and looked directly at the young man in the crowd with a calm expression.

The man on the ground was not afraid of this, but asked: "I wonder what the great scholar has to say?"

Su Ping held up the plain green teacup with three fingers of his left hand. After he closed and opened his eyes, he formed an artistic conception that only Confucian scholars could understand, as if he had the most upright and incorruptible aura in the world.

There was a righteous spirit in his chest, which spread between heaven and earth when he recited poems. His voice was not loud, but it was resounding and sounded like thunder in the ears.

"Scholars sort out the affairs of the world, and the clouds will come into being. With one heart and one mind, there is no need to worry about the country not prospering!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they attracted great praise from the crowd, because what Su Ping said, that the scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans could work together to create a glorious great country, was more for the people and the world than the previous "Xiao Ziyuan"'s willingness to be judged by later generations.

"Well, scholars and scholars govern the country, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and can imagine their future livelihood or life. This, this is indeed the reason why we should not worry about the country's prosperity!"

"Isn't this what we are doing now?"

"Combining the current situation and hitting back at the opponent, it is rare and precious at such a young age."

The people on the ground had a very high opinion of Su Ping. Apart from the possible compliments, what they said was still very correct.

Xiao Ziyuan bowed with both hands and saluted to the young man, saying: "Thank you for your teachings, senior brother."

Su Ping smiled faintly, leaned forward slightly and nodded towards the man as a return gesture. However, he couldn't bow as he was holding a teacup in his left hand, and it would seem too pretentious to walk back and put it down.

After exchanging greetings, Su Ping held up his teacup and clinked it with the fellow student's wine glass. He took a sip of tea, and the other drank it all in one gulp, leaving not a drop behind.

While the brothers were being friendly and respectful, the voice of the young man on the ground was also heard, "Grand Master, have you forgotten that I am still here?"

Su Ping turned his head and leaned over to look, and said slowly: "You were silent after I finished my match. I thought you had no match to make and had run away."

"How is this possible? Grand Secretary, don't take advantage of me because I have a low position and few friends and speak like this. You must know that a scholar can be killed but not humiliated!" the young man shouted loudly.

“Aren’t your family officials? You are so modest about your low position. Are you trying to climb over the Seven Stars?” Su Ping pretended to be terrified and said, “Then you’d better save your energy. You look down on farmers, businessmen and industrialists. At most you will be scolded outside Liyue Harbor. If you want to rebel, the consequences will be completely different!”

"Don't worry, Grand Secretary. I am solely focused on my career in Liyue and will not listen to other advice. I only want to leave a legacy of wisdom behind me. Hahaha!" The young man laughed alone, his laughter was arrogant.

Su Ping said, "Really? I didn't expect you to listen to me. Anyway, I guess you don't understand the boundless love for the country and the people. You can only boast about how important you are.

But since you won't listen, I have to tell you. It's not to gain a reputation for being a conscientious and sincere person who persuades people to be good, but mainly to prove to the world that I will not go along with you, so that the filth of the literati caused by you will not be implicated on me!"

The young man snorted, his eyes scornful, "Grand Scholar, your impassioned speech is so good at winning people's hearts. If I hadn't been strong-minded enough, I would have been fooled by you!"

"Am I passionate?" Su Ping grinned and said, "You don't think that I just said a few words to you and my mood changed accordingly, right? Then you really think too much. For people like you, I have scolded you since I was seven years old, and I am too lazy to count how many times I have scolded you.

Besides, you don’t think that you can stir up trouble among all of us with just a few words, right?”

What Su Ping said was absolutely right. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the young man on the ground was trembling all over, with some signs of being frightened. As for the young man on the stage, he was still calm and composed.

However, man proposes, God disposes, and there are always some strange and unpredictable things in the world. For example, at this moment, no matter how correct Su Ping was, there were still people who "paid the bill" for that young man.

The person was a woman, dressed in luxurious clothes, with gold and silver on her head, and several jade pendants wrapped around her waist. When she walked, she looked like a pole covered with jewels. Her hands and feet were so thin that they looked a little sick, and her face was as pale as a piece of paper, as if she had not recovered from a serious illness.

The moment that woman walked out of the crowd and stood next to the young man, she glared at everyone on the stage and spoke sharply.

"Are you all deaf and blind? Can't you hear or see how noble and dream-chasing this poem of yours is?

I'll tell you what title you are after later. You've served the country, the people and the world, but you're all just trying to attract attention so that you can abuse your power by using chicken feathers as a token of authority!

My brother the king has such noble thoughts and an incomparably broad mind, how can you two toads and a bunch of empty-headed squash brains understand it? !

It is a great honor for you that Brother Wang is here..."

"Enough." The young man on the ground spoke up to stop him.

The woman immediately stood beside him obediently, as if blessed by God, and said in an almost flattering manner, "Brother Wang, I am also standing up for you. I can't bear to see you being bullied by them!"

The prince who the woman said was the best person in the world could stand shoulder to shoulder with frowned and said in a deep voice, "If you hadn't disturbed me, I could have gotten away with it. At least I could have been known as someone who could come and go freely. But now that you've done this to me, it's all over!"

Things turned out just as the man had expected. If the woman hadn't caused such a scene, they wouldn't have been really insulted. However, they really couldn't take any action because it would be impolite.

A mockery like Su Ping just did was the maximum he could do. After all, if he really succeeded, he could spread the word that Confucian students were rude.

If they hadn't taken action, they would have only been able to silently endure the other party's malicious words. But now it's different. Someone has been the first to stir up trouble and cursed everyone present. If they want to take action, they can't blame them for being cruel.

"Xiao Ziyuan" looked at the young fellow student, only to see Su Ping waving his hand and shaking his head gently. He immediately understood what the other party meant and decided to stay put for the time being and let the other party handle it.

Su Ping was still holding the cup of tea, with one hand behind his back, and said calmly: "Your surname is Wang, what is your name?"

"Wang Rui!" the young man on the ground shouted loudly. At this point, he was not afraid of his name being known. He had come here to muddy the waters, and now he had to fight to the death.

Su Ping closed his eyes slightly and smiled, "Is it the real Wang Rui, or has he asked someone to impersonate him again, planning to graduate from the private school and then do evil?"

"I am Wang Rui, believe it or not, I am it!" When Wang Rui was reminded of the past, he clenched his teeth and raised his eyebrows.

Su Ping was not affected by his tone and expression. He said, "It's none of your business whether I believe it or not. I just want to say it. It's your business whether you listen or not, and it's your business whether you answer or not. It has nothing to do with me.

But you won't really lose your temper just because of these few words and hold a grudge against me, right? I need to remind you to think about your elders at home and your brothers and sisters..."

“You don’t need to talk nonsense here!” Wang Rui’s eyes were bloodshot, and he was filled with resentment. He shouted, “If my family hadn’t fallen into poverty, you wouldn’t be worthy of talking to me, and you would have been beaten out by sticks long ago!”

"Really? Then I have to thank you for your downfall. You are here to talk to me for so long. Why don't you make your family even more down and out? Then maybe we can still be friends?"

Su Ping raised his eyebrows, like a street rogue, and spoke first, regardless of whether his words made sense or not, and then said other things.

"You...you're going too far! Puff!" Wang Rui was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. He pointed at Su Ping with one hand, wishing he could tear him into pieces with a vicious look.

Su Ping groaned, frowned and introspected: "What did I say to make you so angry? Okay, okay, don't be angry, it's me who is making you angry and causing trouble, please don't die here, it will be unlucky for people who come to the private school in the future, right?"

Then, the young man, who seemed to have no idea what he had done wrong, turned to look at the three senior students, then looked at all the students, and asked, "Did I say anything wrong?"

"No, no, what Brother Su said is really what we really think!" Someone bowed in the crowd and laughed.

Su Ping also bowed slightly and nodded, returning the greeting.

On the ground, Wang Rui tried to stop the woman from cursing again, barely supporting himself to stand, panting like an ox and saying, "Su Ping! Let's get back to the point. You and your junior, neither of you can match my poem. It's just a bunch of fancy words!

I am the leader in the poetry competition. Do you know what this means?"

"It means you are thinking too much." Su Ping shook his head and sighed, and said, "That crappy poem you wrote is not neat, has no connotation, and the words you choose are even more indescribable.

That at most reflects your artistic conception. That is also correct. You said that you will be an official if you want to, just to leave a name for yourself, regardless of anything else. My junior brother only wants the world to judge his reputation after his death, which shows that he is thinking that one day he will wear an official uniform and leave behind some policy changes that can be seen by future generations. Such a grand vision is beyond the reach of ordinary people!

What I think is that scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans can work together to create a great country, just like Liyue Harbor at this moment. When the country is prosperous, the people are happy, and when the people are happy, the country will be more prosperous. Therefore, every class is indispensable!

Do you understand? The poems you wrote are too bad, so we can only compare the artistic conception. If they were better, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. Don't think that my last name is Su, so I have any connection with the three Su brothers.

To tell you the truth, I don’t know much about my family’s history, but within three generations, we have been farmers who have lived uprightly and honestly, facing the loess and back to the sky! ”