Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The Lantern Festival has passed, but the lively and festive atmosphere has not faded so quickly.

In Liyue Harbor, at the private kiln that had gone out to make ointment, a thin young man was about to walk out the door.

"You wait first."

The thin young man Nan Zhangsheng turned around and saw a woman who was unmarried but mature and charming, carrying a package and walking quickly towards him in small steps.

Nan Zhangsheng looked at the small package and asked in confusion, "Mom, what is this?"

Ying'er asked him to turn around, tied the package around him with both hands, carefully checked his hair, and explained, "Last time you said that the child likes to drink coconut milk, so I thought you wouldn't have to make an extra trip, so I took it with you first."

"I just said it casually." Nan Zhangsheng grinned.

"Then just consider it my own fault. The package will come untied if you pull this knot. Remember to be careful and stay safe on the road. Don't come home too late." After Ying'er said this, she gently weighed the package to confirm that it was tied properly.

Nan Zhangsheng nodded and said, "Got it. I will definitely be back before dark."

The thin boy's clothes fit him well, and the package on his back was not heavy, but he did not dare to move too much, because if the package fell, he would not be able to catch it.

The weather was clear, and the sea and the sky were one color. He walked out of Liyue Harbor with his back to the rising sun and came to the foot of Tianheng Mountain, which had stood for a thousand years. He then carefully identified the surrounding scenery to avoid getting in the wrong place.

At the foot of a nearly vertical mountain wall, there doesn't seem to be any problem from a distance, but when you get closer, you will find that there is a gap.

The gap was not big, and an ordinary adult man could not squeeze through. The boy was thin due to his illness, and although he was tall and slender, he did not gain much flesh, so it was not difficult for him to get in.

Nan Zhangsheng first sat down on the spot, held the package tightly with one hand, pulled the knot with the other hand, took the package off tremblingly, and then tried his best to hold it with his hands.

Then he stood up and walked slowly towards the gap, dragging the package lightly along the ground, because he couldn't get in if he carried it on his back, and it was completely impossible to lift it in his hands. He could only use various methods that he had thought of over the past fifteen years due to his illness to do these things.

Although the gap is not big, the space inside is wide. There is a layer of straw on the right side, and there are horizontal and vertical lines on the left side of the ground, which are traces drawn by branches.

Nan Zhangsheng looked around at the quiet surroundings, then swept the straw with his hand, and when he found nothing unusual, he sat down on the straw, as if he was afraid that there was something hidden inside.

"Qiqi, come out."

There was no movement around, and still no figure jumped out as the boy imagined.

Nan Zhangsheng then shouted, "It's me, Nan Zhangsheng, I'm here to see you."

Wow!

A small figure emerged from the flattened straw. Its eyes were as purple as gemstones, and there was an unknown yellow imperial decree on its head. It was wearing old clothes and moved slowly.

After this figure came out, she walked slowly to the side of the young man like an old man. After carefully examining him for a while, she glanced at her left hand and said slowly: "Nan Zhangsheng, Qiqi, I remember you."

Nan Zhangsheng raised an eyebrow and helped her brush off the straw on her head, "Did Qiqi make notes for herself?"

The little girl Qiqi's dull face looked even more dull when she heard that. After a while, she slowly walked to the side of the ground where there were many horizontal and vertical lines, looking for the answer.

Nan Zhangsheng also stood up, wanting to take a look at the writings that were clearly not there the last time he came, to see what was written on them.

"My name is Qiqi, and I'm a zombie."

"My name is Qiqi, and I'm a zombie..."

"Nan Zhangsheng is a good man and a friend. Don't forget him."

"When someone comes, they must say Qiqi's name and Nan Zhangsheng's name before they can come out."

The little girl was looking for her answer. The thin boy squatted beside her, looking at the handwriting left by the former during the days when he had not been there, feeling both relieved and bitter.

She remembers to write to remember things, but she still needs to rely on writing to remember things.

"Qiqi found it." Qiqi pointed to the corner of the numerous words on the ground, a line of crooked characters that were not neat, and read: "There is a record on the left hand, Qiqi, don't forget it."

Then Qiqi looked at her left hand again and said slowly, "If someone comes, you have to hide, unless it's Nan Zhangsheng!"

Nan Zhangsheng raised the corner of his mouth and smiled gently, "Qiqi is awesome!"

Qiqi looked at the boy's gentle and handsome face, not knowing what to say. She wanted to imitate his smile, but found that she couldn't do it at all.

Because she is a zombie and should have been dead for many years, she is still alive because of the immortal power left in her body, but she is no longer a human being.

The zombies created by immortal power will not suck human blood, and the little girl does not have fangs in her mouth. She is also not afraid of the sun, but just doesn't like the warm feeling, and she doesn't want to go outside and scare others.

Nan Zhangsheng looked at the girl with a miserable life, and took out a notebook as thick as two fingers, a brush, and a box of instant ink from his arms.

Putting these things on the ground quickly, he slowly said: "Qiqi, this is a notebook. If you have anything you think you can write down in the future, just write it on it with a brush. You don't need to draw on the ground with branches anymore."

Qiqi looked at the object in front of her, thought for a moment, glanced at the writing on the ground, nodded and said, "Thank you, Qiqi will... take good care of it."

Nan Zhangsheng smiled, he firmly believed in one thing, as long as he let the little girl remember the contents of the notebook and look through it often, then maybe one day in the future she would be able to talk about what was in front of her without looking through the notes.

"Come, Qiqi, I'll teach you how to write with a brush. Come... dip it in ink first, then control the tip of the brush..."

It would be extremely difficult for a person whose hands are trembling and who cannot hold a pen to teach a zombie with a poor memory and stiff hands and feet to write.

But Nan Zhangsheng didn't care that it was troublesome, nor did he think that it was a waste of time. On the contrary, he thought that it was worth doing and that it must be done.

Teaching people to read and write is easy and you might even earn money, but teaching zombies to write is extremely difficult and unprofitable, and you often have to go to the wilderness. Comparing the two, anyone who chooses the latter is a fool.

But Nan Zhangsheng didn't mind this fool, because he knew why the little girl ended up like this, and he also knew that even if he did nothing, the little girl would be fine.

But since it is something that can be done now, why should he wait for others? Why can't he help Qiqi himself? He watched the little girl wandering in the woods every day, exposed to the wind and sun, and he couldn't be so cruel.

Ever since Nan Zhangsheng first met Qiqi two months ago, he had no intention of standing by and watching. He would be more tired, just to temper his will, but he would not let this poor little girl suffer.

Half a day passed, and Qiqi sometimes still forgot to dip the brush in ink, and the handwriting was still crooked and not neat at all.

Every time this happened, Nan Zhang would remind her with his gentle voice, which left a deep impression on the little girl. He did not remind her by name, but asked the little girl back, using it as an exercise to form a habit.

"Qiqi, is there something missing?"

"Qiqi, you didn't forget anything, did you?"

"Qiqi, don't write like me. I'm sick, so you can't write like me. Try to write neatly so it's easier to tell."

"Why?" Qiqi finally asked, "Why can't I write the same as you?"

"Because my handwriting is not correct, if you write like me you will suffer in the future. This is a mistake, you must correct it as soon as possible." Nan Zhangsheng explained in a kind tone, patiently.

"Qiqi, I got it. I need to write it down."

"Yes, that's right. Whenever Qiqi wants to remember something, she writes it down in the notebook. When the time comes, she can remember it by flipping through it."

One person and one corpse, they practiced calligraphy for a long time, and then did flexibility gymnastics to help the little girl relax her soft and stiff hands and feet.

"One, two, seven, seven, two, two, seven!"

The boy's gentle voice and the little girl's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the cave. She followed his movements of hands and feet, one big and one small, their movements were synchronized.

"Well, we're done. Qiqi, do you want some coconut milk?" Nan Zhangsheng thought that it was time to relax after finishing his work, so he sat on the straw and asked.

Qiqi asked in confusion: "Coconut milk, what is it?"

"A drink that Qiqi should like." Nan Zhangsheng held a bottle in both hands and placed it on the ground. The bottle was wrapped tightly and it was probably knocked and bumped, and then the glass bottle broke.

Nan Zhangsheng took great pains to finally pull out the cork without any danger, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's open, Qiqi, try it. If you don't like it, don't bring it next time."

Qiqi picked up the bottle. Since her hands were small, she had to hold it with both hands. After taking a sip, the little girl completely remembered the coconut milk, which had no taste but was cool in the mouth.

"Coconut milk, cool and delicious!"

"Then I'll bring more next time. I only brought four bottles this time, which is not enough."

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome. It's my fault that I met you."

"I don't know."

The innocent Qiqi thought the boy was asking her, so she answered honestly.

Nan Zhangsheng did not correct her this time, but asked again: "Qiqi, after drinking the coconut milk, do you want to go see the little sparrow together?"

"Okay." When Qiqi heard Xiaotuanque's words, she immediately put down the half-empty bottle in her hand, stood up abruptly, and was about to run out.

But after Nan Zhangsheng stood up, the little girl saw the slightly trembling hand, paused for a moment, ran to take a look at the signs on the ground, then pounced on the straw, searching hard for something.

"Found it, the Glazed Bag, it can cure diseases!" Qiqi grabbed the herb, turned around and stuffed it into the thin boy who came to check on the situation, repeating: "Glass Bag, it can cure diseases!"

Nan Zhangsheng looked at the purple medicinal herbs in the buds in his hand and asked anxiously, "Qiqi, did you climb up the mountain to pick herbs again?!"

"Qiqi, I don't remember."

Nan Zhangsheng sighed and warned, "Don't do this again in the future. The Glazed Bag has no effect on my illness. Don't take the risk of going to the cliff to collect herbs again!"

"What medicine can cure the disease?"

"I don't know what medicine can cure this disease. Anyway, you are not allowed to go to the cliff to collect herbs again. This is the contract between us, okay?"

"Qiqi, I understand. Qiqi, I will remember it."