Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

In early March of the following year, fifteen-year-old Su Ping went out with a gun.

It is still daybreak and the shop is not open. The others are asleep, but he has to get up early, otherwise he will not be able to get back to check on the shop in time.

Su Ping had discussed the business hours with Ningguang and had delayed them by one hour, which was enough time for him to make a round trip for training.

Looking back to this time last year, he had just become an apprentice, and spent every day fetching water, doing horse stance, and taking herbal baths. In a word, it was very tiring but fulfilling.

Before he started to go out for training every day with a gun, that is, after the Lantern Festival and before February, Su Ping went through a terrifying training period.

At that time, Grandma Ping flicked her fingers and dozens of rotating wooden men rose from the ground. Su Ping's goal was to climb out of them with a solid wooden stick without being hit.

Grandma Ping said that it was to train Su Ping's close combat ability. After all, an inch longer is an inch stronger. But if the enemy gets too close, he won't be able to use his spear or stick.

There was one sentence in particular that left a deep impression on Su Ping. "This mechanism is called the Flower Feather Leaf Moon Divine Machine. It was given to me by an old friend to be used for gardening!"

Su Ping believed it, and after a few beats, he was beaten black and blue. He felt like his hands and feet were useless, and he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Seeing her disciple was depressed, Grandma Ping walked over to comfort her, and said with a smile: "When you can get out of the mechanical array without even a corner of your clothes being touched, your body reaction will be considered to be a minor accomplishment."

Su Ping's face was bitter. After bruising, he grimaced in pain, "Only a small success? Alas... Master, are you sure this is just a mechanism for gardening?"

"Of course, how could I lie to you?" Grandma Ping said calmly, "This is only 40% of its power. Disciple, you can't handle it?"

Su Ping couldn't help but stand there in a daze when he heard the outrageous number. You know, his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people. He just tried his best to reduce the force of the beating to avoid breaking his ribs.

But Grandma Ping said that it was only four-tenths of the force. If the fire was at full power, I'm afraid that the hundreds of feet high rocks would be pierced and turned into lime!

Su Ping swallowed his saliva and looked at the mechanical array with a serious expression. "Master, if I continue to practice like this, how long will it take to achieve what you said?"

"I'm not sure about that. I don't expect you to achieve minor success within three months. As long as you don't get hurt when you go into battle, you can practice the basic spear skills first, and then practice both spear skills and body skills at the same time!"

Su Ping looked bewildered, while Grandma Ping had a determined look on her face. The former felt embarrassed by being looked at, so he picked up the white wax stick and rushed into the battle again.

Grandma Ping waved her hand and lay down on the recliner that appeared out of thin air. She watched her disciple go in quietly, then be beaten out in various ways, and fall to the ground screaming.

This continued until the end of February. Su Ping's reaction and body skills finally allowed him to avoid being hit and walk out of the formation safely. It was a pity that his short shirt had become torn and tattered.

Grandma Ping smiled and said, "Okay, let's do this for now. From now on, we will climb Tianheng Mountain every morning and practice our spear skills on the top of the mountain. When the time comes, we will go back to look after the shop!"

Su Ping panted like a cow. He nodded after hearing this. After a while, he asked, "Master, why do you go to Tianheng Mountain to practice? Isn't it the same in the Chen Ge Pot?"

"Very different." Grandma Ping stood up slowly, then spread her hands and said, "Don't forget, your master is an immortal, so can an immortal's disciple only learn spearmanship and not immortal arts?

After all, the Dust Song Pot is just a small world. Although it has a pleasant climate and is like spring all year round, it cannot simulate the flow of Qi on Teyvat and cannot absorb the breath of heaven and earth and transform it into immortal energy. "

In this way, Su Ping began to go to Tianheng Mountain with a gun every day, and then return to Liyue Port to look after the shop. He traveled back and forth between the two places, and his endurance gradually improved.

Back to the topic, when Su Ping climbed up Tianheng Mountain, facing the rising sun, he practiced the three most basic spear techniques.

Stabbing, picking and piercing are the three most basic spear techniques taught by Grandma Ping. They require a fierce and unstoppable attack without any hesitation.

Although Su Ping was only practicing for the first time, the devilish training he had received last year, as well as the blessing of the immortal medicinal bath, made his blood and energy as strong as an ox, and when he drew his spear, he was strong and powerful.

Although he was just a green hand, his gun was a training gun, and he had only just started learning the technique, his posture looked quite intimidating, enough to scare away a layman.

To use the words of Grandma Ping when she was young, "With this skill, I can go out and perform on stage, and I won't starve to death!"

Huh~~Huh!

The breathing exhaled through the mouth and nose and the timing of extending the gun body are controlled to be within the same range as much as possible. This is a breathing method used to lay the inner foundation for the future practice of immortal arts.

In fact, to put it simply, the art of immortality is to absorb and transform the beneficial energy between heaven and earth into one's own body for one's own use.

But the human body is not like the body of an immortal. It is too fragile and contains many impurities. Therefore, one must either be pure-hearted and not impatient to keep the immortal power in the body from dissipating, or one must first have strong strength to preserve the immortal power.

But Su Ping couldn't do either of the above two methods, so he could only take this step-by-step approach, slowly feeling the breath between heaven and earth, keeping the immortal power in his body, growing it little by little, until his body adapted to the existence of the immortal power.

This is similar to the formation of antibodies, which requires a process, and also the right time, place, people, and one's own immortal fate, all of which are indispensable.

Otherwise, Liyue would have been filled with immortal disciples.

After practicing like this until the sun fully appeared, Su Ping stuck the butt of the gun into the ground, stood there, straightened his body, closed his eyes, and slowly calmed the surging energy in his body.

After a long time, Su Ping opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, looked at the vast world in front of him, and suddenly sighed: "The body of an immortal is like a golden cup and an iron furnace, born to contain the breath of heaven and earth and transform it into its own immortal power.

People are like fragile funnels. They need to plug the funnel through their own persistence in order to retain their own immortal power...

Master also said that my immortal fate and bones are not bad, so it seems that my funnel should be easier to plug..."

While the young man was feeling overwhelmed and talking to himself, more than ten feet behind him, there was a young, purple-haired girl practicing swordplay.

The girl's skin was as white as jade and her appearance was very beautiful. She was also very skilled in martial arts. Every move she made was extremely sharp. When her sword came out, there was a strong wind blowing, which could be described as swift and decisive.

As early as the sun had just risen and Su Ping was taking a breath and resting, the girl was practicing sword on the top of the mountain. Since the end of last month, the two of them have seen each other almost every morning.

However, perhaps due to their respective personalities, they have always kept to themselves and practiced their own things. They never got tired of each other, but they never got together and laughed and chatted together.

Su Ping was absent-minded for a moment, then saw that the time was almost up, so he picked up his gun and went down the mountain. The girl was still practicing sword skills. She only glanced at the boy who was leaving without saying a word.

Liyue Harbor, commercial street.

After Su Ping came back, he took a quick shower, changed his clothes, and then started making cakes, trying to open the shop before nine o'clock and start his cake business.

After the peak at noon, Su Ping sat alone in the shop, leaning against the wall, his head resting on his hands, lost in thought.

It wasn't until someone said "Boss Su" that he was brought back from his daze.

"What would you like, sir?" Su Ping stood up to greet the guest, smiling. "How about trying our new colorful bean cake? It's made with red, yellow, and green beans, and is the most popular right now!"

"No need, I want four bags of peach blossom cakes." The man's tone was calm but resolute. He didn't say anything else and just stood outside the shop waiting.

"Okay." Su Ping turned around and took the paper bag. After packing it skillfully, he handed it to the man and suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Li Cheng?"

"Yeah." He nodded in response, and now he looked a bit like the bad guy he used to be.

After paying the bill, Su Ping handed him four paper bags of peach blossom cakes and asked casually, "Where's Li Jin? Why is he with you?"

"His legs are broken, so I came." Li Cheng said calmly. Maybe he felt he couldn't say too little to the boy he had met several times before, or maybe he wanted to practice his speaking skills, so he added, "Both his legs are broken, so he won't be able to walk anymore."

Su Ping nodded hesitantly and asked the other party to convey his condolences, because to be honest, they had only met a few times, and they were connected because of a case.

If it were an ordinary person, in this situation, they would probably just pretend to be sad, then laugh it off and forget about it.

"I will."

Li Cheng, who had to speak himself, spoke very little and briefly, sometimes even a little stiffly, because he was used to not speaking.

Su Ping watched him leave, then muttered to himself, "Does it have anything to do with me?"

Shaking his head to dispel the thought, Su Ping returned to his seat, but he no longer felt relaxed and his mood was indescribable.

At night, Su Ping went to the second floor of the grocery store as usual.

But only Bai Shi and Bai Xiao were upstairs, and dinner was not ready because some people had not returned yet.

This is because Ningguang and Baiwen have been handling business outside. Since they were preparing to develop on their own last year, in addition to the grocery store, they have also added a business of acting as middlemen.

First, introduce business to others, build up some credibility and reputation, make friends with various businessmen in the business world, and lay the foundation for actually doing business in the future.

This is indeed the starting point for many people in Liyue. As for what the final outcome will be, there is no way of knowing because things are unpredictable.

The three of them waited on the second floor, but as time approached eight o'clock, there was still no sign of the two returning, and no one was to be seen on the street.

Su Ping asked the two girls to eat something first, and he asked for the location and prepared to go out to look for it to avoid any accidents.

After all, the law can prevent accidents and impose penalties, but it can never be completely eliminated. There will always be people who take chances and break the law knowingly.

But that night, Su Ping was unable to leave the shop...