Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Within three days, Su Ping thought that he would not open the shop in the future, so he wrote down all the pastry making techniques and ingredient proportions on paper and gave them to the two women, Bai Shi Bai Xiao.

As for Mora's distribution, their boss is Ningguang, and as one of the beneficiaries of the pastry shop, Ningguang's money has increased, and the wages of these two women will also increase.

Although the relationship between Su Ping and Ningguang has long been unclear, and sometimes they would argue without distinguishing between you and me, the issue of dividing the profits must not be taken lightly.

Brothers settle accounts openly, probably not because they have a bad relationship, but to avoid being left with no money when a catastrophe strikes.

To put it simply, you should not put all your eggs in one basket, otherwise you will end up with nothing left.

Thinking about his life in the past few years, which was neither luxurious nor decadent, and thinking about the five million Mora under the bed, Su Ping couldn't stop smiling.

Although this amount of money is not much in Liyue Harbor, it is my hard-earned money, not stolen or robbed. Even if it goes to waste, I will be happy.

Now, we have to add some to the small three million, because the new recruits of Qianyan Army also have military pay, 150,000 a month. He has been there for three months, which is 450,000.

After that, Su Ping thought of one of his Mora channels. It seemed that from his royalties this year, the money from the sales of two books and two poems after countless printings, as a popular author, he seemed to have a share.

However, these things were not a stable source of income, so Su Ping did not keep an eye on them every day. After all, they were not his main business, so he could just look at them occasionally.

But as far as he knew, the trend of novels this year had changed drastically. Readers preferred light-hearted and everyday novels and did not like his style of writing that was full of bitterness, hatred, depression and misery.

Therefore, Su Ping had no idea how much he would get for his writing this time. As a popular writer, although his updates had been delayed or interrupted countless times, and he only had two books in the end, he didn't think his earnings would be too bleak.

With this thought in mind, Su Ping immediately went out to the Wanwen Collection and took back his manuscript fee.

All in all, the total amount is as much as 1.5 million, which is at the middle level among today's authors and is much higher than he expected.

Perhaps after reading too much of the relaxed atmosphere, readers will be able to remember his complaints when they take a casual glance at him?

Because Su Ping, strictly speaking, is not a qualified author, because when writing, he can't help but write some self-willed and arbitrary things, regardless of whether readers like it or not.

The fact that people still read the books of such a person is thanks to the hard work of those readers who wait for his updates all day long, and also thanks to the magnanimity of people who can tolerate his writing in this way.

After taking out the money, Su Ping wanted to put it all in his arms as he had done before, but he found that this was the Qianyan Army uniform and there were no pockets on it.

If you take the money to the streets like this, there won't be any problem. After all, no one should dare to rob a Qianyan soldier openly.

But after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

Su Ping went to pick up a copy of Nan Zhangsheng's most popular new book. It was updated at the beginning of this year. Since then, he seemed to have not started writing.

He used the Mora he had just received to pay the bill, then brought the bill close to the pages of the book, covering the words "picking stars, suppressing demons, and subduing monsters" written on it.

Then, the young man in yellow took the book and strode home.

……

Three days passed quickly.

Su Ping went out very early in the morning wearing the same yellow robe, but he could not see Ningguang in the shop because she always went out early.

Feiyunpo Qianyan Office.

Under the sign with these six words stood all the Qianyan soldiers in the agency except those on missions outside. Leading them was their highest officer in the agency, Centurion Shounuo.

Not for anything else, just because a new person has arrived, not because the person is Su Ping, but because the new person is a new soldier who will join them and patrol this land together in the future to protect the people.

When Su Ping walked there, he suddenly stopped and found that each of them had taken off their armor and did not take the necessary spears but placed them behind them against the wall.

“Here they come.” Shounuo murmured softly, and then said loudly: “Come on, Feiyunpo Qianyan Office, let’s welcome the new members together!”

Before Su Ping could react, he saw two people coming forward, one holding a spear, the other holding armor, standing upright with solemn expressions.

"Centurion, keep your promise. Today, I will give you a spear and armor. I hope you will join us in fearlessly facing fire and water, swords and weapons, and make great achievements and move forward!"

Shounuo's extremely upright attitude and the imposing presence of the twenty-odd Thousand Rocks soldiers behind him made many people stop and watch at this moment.

Everyone who came and went knew that a new Qianyan soldier had arrived at the Qianyan Office in Feiyunpo. He looked like a young boy with a good appearance.

Su Ping held the white tasseled spear tightly in one hand and took the armor with the other.

"Wear armor and hold guns!"

"Yes!"

At the command, the rest of the people responded loudly, and Su Ping also responded subconsciously, opening his mouth and shouting: "Yes!"

A moment later, all the men were wearing armor and holding guns, standing upright like tenacious green trees, towering over the earth, fearless.

"Enter the office!"

Shounuo gave another order, and the people behind him moved aside, "Come on, new recruits first!"

Su Ping followed their words and entered the Qianyan Office first. He did not notice that the more than 20 Qianyan soldiers behind him could not help laughing at what this junior was about to encounter.

Not only the Qianyan Army, but also the crowd watching had the same expression, as if they were cast in the same mold, exactly the same.

Shounuo grinned and said, "Brothers, it's our turn to go in. Hands and feet..."

The centurion stepped in first before he could finish his words: "Be quicker".

Before he finished speaking, the rest of the Qianyan Army moved, squeezed into the gate, and closed the door behind them, causing the onlookers outside to burst into laughter.

Some people who didn't know the truth asked about it, but those who were familiar with the matter just smiled and said vaguely: "This is the old rule of Qianyan Office. When new soldiers come in, the centurion must personally recite the newly compiled welcome speech, and there will also be a blessing and cleansing meeting!"

Someone else asked further questions, wanting to get to the bottom of the matter.

The man still smiled and said, "You will know after watching it later... You should listen!"

Inside the Qianyan Office, there was a courtyard that was neither too big nor too small, and could accommodate more than 20 people, and there were so many buckets and ladders.

Su Ping looked back and saw more than 20 people opposite him. They all put their spears against the wall and carried knee-high buckets with bright smiles.

“You guys are…” Su Ping felt his eyelids twitch, not knowing what to say.

Shounuo laughed and said, "It's an old tradition for many years, everyone..."

He was still halfway through his words when he picked up the bucket and poured the remaining two words out in an instant along with the bucket full of water, "Go!"

Before he finished speaking, all the Qianyan soldiers threw out buckets of water at the same time, just like they didn't want Mora to throw them out. Su Ping couldn't help laughing, and he had no choice but to dodge back and forth.

"Oh, your skills are really good. What if you are surrounded?" A Qianyan soldier climbed the ladder to the roof and cooperated with his colleagues on the ground, and threw a bucket of water right at the target.

Su Ping was soaked from head to toe, and it felt like being washed by a big river, with a cool feeling penetrating his lungs.

Su Ping certainly couldn't give up after being hit like this. He followed the others' example and leaned his spear against the wall, waiting for the right opportunity to grab a bucket of water that was being produced.

The Qianyan soldier who was pointing his hands at the bucket and using the Eye of God to create water did not stop him when he saw this. He let the "new recruit" take the bucket and splash the "old soldiers" who were gathered together.

The Qianyan soldier on the roof immediately looked betrayed and asked, "You guys from the water-making team, you're still in front of me, don't you know how to hide it from others?"

The team on the ground was called the Water Making Team. The one who watched the boy carry the bucket away laughed non-stop, "What do you care? I'm responsible for releasing the water, and the rest is your business!"

His teammates also spoke up to help, "Yes, the Centurion hasn't said anything, why are you yelling?"

As they were talking, the water-making process continued. The crowd stopped splashing water on each other and started scrambling for buckets. Su Ping moved sideways, but it was difficult for him to fight against more than 20 people alone.

Although there were quite a few traitors among the twenty or so people who took this opportunity to "avenge personal grudges", the joyful atmosphere was further enhanced.

But in the end, someone accidentally poured the water on the heads of the water-making team members, causing the corners of their mouths to rise and they to laugh wildly.

He raised his hands and continued to create water columns, but his aim shifted from the bucket to the Qianyan soldier on the roof.

"Feel for yourself what it feels like to have a downpour of rain!"

Upon seeing this, that person's teammates naturally aimed their aim towards the roof, pointing directly at the Qianyan Army soldier, and laughter could be heard everywhere.

"No, it has nothing to do with me. I'm on top... my bucket is empty, I... I surrender, okay?"

"As a member of the Qianyan Army, you should be strong and unyielding. How can you surrender? Fight again!"

The four members of the water-making team all raised their heads, then exerted their maximum elemental power to create several tanks of water, which they sprayed all at once on the Thousand Rocks soldier.

All of a sudden, everyone who was originally fighting for the bucket stopped, and silently watched the Qianyan soldier being soaked, all with helpless smiles on their faces.

"Centurion, the people from the water-making team are bullying me, you have to stand up for me!" The Qianyan soldier wiped the stream of water off his face, but it couldn't be stopped.

Shounuo was in the crowd, and most of his body was wet. Hearing this, he could only shake his head and said, "It's no use looking for me. You should solve your grievances by yourselves."

"Thank you, Centurion!" The four members of the water-making team gathered their strength again and prepared to give it a try.

Everyone also hid on both sides, squatted down, and looked up to watch the show.

At the same time, the closed door of Qianyan Office was pushed open, and a middle-aged man shouted anxiously: "It's on fire, the building next to Liuli Pavilion is on fire, the fire is huge!"

"Everyone, pack up and push the water cart to set off!" Shounuo lifted his hair that was drooping in front of his forehead due to being soaked, and ran to a door through the gap in the dispersed crowd.