Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the lights in thousands of homes in Liyue show its prosperity.

Su Ping's room was dark, and he was not the only one there. Bai Wen took on the responsibility of keeping watch and sat on a chair nearby, half asleep and half awake, ready to help at any time.

Such a special time point is of course suitable for the arrival of a certain type of people who are not suitable to come during the day or cannot be exposed during the day.

Just as Su Ping was full of energy after sleeping for more than twenty days and had no desire to sleep at all, and was glancing around in the dim room, the figure finally arrived.

Grandma Ping came. As soon as she stepped into the room, she set up a special magic circle to prevent others from noticing. Then she took out the Chen Ge pot and brought Su Ping in. She didn't say a word during the whole process.

"Master?" Su Ping asked in his heart. He knew that his master could hear his thoughts.

Grandma Ping's expression did not change. She looked gloomy and no longer as gentle and kind as before. She threw Su Ping into the medicinal bath tub and turned to leave the room.

Wow.

Su Ping stirred up a sound of water and leaned against the wall of the bucket weakly. He couldn't help but think to himself: "Master, is this anger still not gone?"

Of course, he only had the time to think about this because the drug had not yet taken effect. The next moment, his eyes rolled back and he fainted. Then he woke up again, and the cycle continued over and over again.

The only thing that could have caused this state was the effect of the medicinal bath. I didn't expect that this time, in addition to the extreme physical torture, the mental pain was also no less.

Su Ping was tortured by this double torture. He kept fainting, waking up, fainting again, and waking up again. This happened dozens of times. Everything in front of his eyes was doubled, and he could not tell the difference between the sky and the earth, the east, the west, and the west.

If his throat had not been unable to make any sound, there would surely have been screams and wails everywhere, making the entire Chen Ge Hu restless.

Outside the room, Grandma Ping sat in a rocking chair, her posture calm, but she was concerned about her disciple inside. The images of success and failure in her mind kept changing back and forth.

Ah Yuan floated beside the old man and asked with a worried look on his face, "Can you make it?"

"It depends on his own luck. As his master, I can only help him get these materials. I can't do anything else." Grandma Ping spoke in a deep voice, full of helplessness.

Ah Yuan hesitated for a moment and consoled him, "At least we have a chance to recover. It's better than just waiting. That would be despair."

Grandma Ping looked up at the sky. There was no sun or moon in the sky of the pot. Instead, it was filled with clouds and mist, as if there was fairy air floating in the air. She sighed, "It's not like there has never been one before, otherwise where would there be these pots of fairy herbs?"

Many years ago, a disciple under Grandma Ping went to fight countless monsters. He held his head high and was full of ambition. He vowed to make great military achievements, bring honor to his master, and serve the country.

However, although he had made countless military achievements, when he returned, his life was hanging by a thread, hanging on only by a breath of life. He had to take a medicinal bath immediately to have a chance to recover.

But at that time, Grandma Ping had no habit of storing things. She always used things as they came and discarded them when they were no longer needed. She would look for them when she needed them. For a while, she did not have enough medicinal materials on hand.

Eager to save her disciple, she took him to Jueyunjian as quickly as possible, but when they arrived, he had died and could not be saved.

Since then, Chen Ge Hu, the portable little cave used for living, has been planted with magical herbs by Grandma Ping. Any one of them can be sold at a sky-high price. However, in recent years, due to huge consumption by a certain disciple, the money is almost in deficit.

"You still can't forget it?" A Yuan asked in a soft voice, as if she didn't want to touch this memory.

Grandma Ping had a bitter look on her face. She was actually very confident and proud, but the fact that she had such an expression could only mean that she was deeply hurt and could not forget it.

She spoke slowly, with a strong sense of vicissitudes and antiquity, and said: "I can't forget what happened before the establishment of Liyue Harbor, let alone a thousand years ago. How can I forget it?"

"A Ping..." A Yuan lowered her eyebrows. She knew what the other party meant. The battle was too tragic and difficult to describe.

The Kitchen God showed his power to prepare food, the immortals appeared to save people, but the God of Dust was no match for the raging flood, and died in front of Ah Ping. At that time, it was just a little bit, just a little bit, and she could save her, just... just a little bit.

Witnessing the death of her best friend was a huge blow to Ping, so she, who had originally been known as the fairy Gechenlangshi and loved the hustle and bustle of the city, turned into a silver-haired old woman and escaped into the mortal world.

But she no longer liked the hustle and bustle. In the past, even if she was in the deep mountains and forests, she would bring a group of immortals with her. They would hold an immortal banquet every three to five days, clinking glasses and laughing.

Since then until now, she has been living in a bustling city, but her heart is as calm as calm water. She regards the prosperity as passing clouds and does not care at all.

Although she was facing all kinds of things in the world, she actually felt nothing in her heart. Until one day someone came and waited for her to "wake up" and said he wanted to be her disciple, then things changed.

From then on, although Grandma Ping turned her back to the prosperity, she already had the brightest and most prosperous place in the world in her eyes and heart. That was her disciples, and she treated them as her own children.

As for this disciple, Grandma Ping responded to every request, taught him, and answered his questions without exception. She provided him with all the magical skills, martial arts, body training, medicinal materials and resources. She did her best.

It can even be said that she doted on this disciple too much at times. Why should she listen to the disciple's requests and not help directly? Why should she spend so much energy and enormous resources every time to beg a foolish disciple who would definitely "not change his ways" next time and then be severely injured?

Grandma Ping might be able to directly solve all of these problems with just one sentence, and only this sentence can solve the problem directly.

Because... he is my apprentice.

This reason is enough for Grandma Ping. That is enough. She doesn’t care what others think or see. As long as she thinks it is right, that is enough.

Grandma Ping looked at the locked door, her mind full of thoughts, which finally came out in a few words, "You all don't care about yourselves!"

She was talking about her good friends, her former disciples, and Su Ping now. It seemed that all of these lives did not take their own lives seriously, and were always at the forefront when there was trouble, without exception.

If possible, she sometimes wished they were not so selfless, but she also knew that if they were not like that, they would not be themselves, and would not be the them she knew.

This is complicated and hard to explain, but I can understand it.

"There are not enough magic grass seeds in the pot. I'll go and bring some back." Grandma Ping sighed. She was worried that her disciple would have the same ending next time.

A Yuan shook her head gently, "You stay, I'll go."

"Yeah." Grandma Ping did not argue. She stayed where she was and waited obediently, her eyes never leaving the closed door, her heart hanging in the balance.

Time passed quickly. In the room, Su Ping felt as if a hundred years had passed. The torture he had endured was finally much less severe, and he could withstand it for a while.

His eyes were red because he had just cried. It was not because he was weak, but because his body was complaining spontaneously. This damn medicinal bath was too torturous.

Fortunately, the recovery effect was very significant. Su Ping's body was now barely able to move, and his already broken bones were being reshaped. After this tempering, they became even more refined.

Then he fainted again under the training of the medicinal bath, his head tilted, his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness.

This time, something was different after he fainted. He did not simply lose consciousness, but came to a void. There was nothingness there, no time, no space, and it was all desolate.

Su Ping was in space, unable to keep his feet on the ground. He could only float around like a soul, aimlessly and without a clue.

Finally, when he thought he was about to wake up again, this space changed. It changed so suddenly that it seemed to be extremely sublimated.

At the two ends of this space, there is a majestic and upright spirit on the left, towering and inviolable. There are countless brilliant golden Confucian texts, as if they were engraved here by our ancestors long ago. They are so old that their truth and falsehood can be judged by themselves.

On the right end of the space is an elusive immortal power, illusory and indistinct. The elegant white gas transforms into a human form, sitting cross-legged in the white gas, standing tall and upright, fearless, and with a dignified appearance.

Boom boom!

Under Su Ping's gaze, the brilliance on both sides exploded to the extreme, and then collided with each other, producing an extremely huge impact, directly shaking him out of this space.

"Ah!" Su Ping, whose consciousness returned to his body, suddenly opened his eyes. He let out a wail and hit the water surface in the medicine barrel which had sunk a lot with his limbs.

"My body can move again." Su Ping muttered to himself, and then looked at the water surface near his abdomen. The medicinal bath was as clear as river water, with clear bottom visible.

He grinned, and then thought about the changes in the consciousness space just now. The righteous energy and immortal power returned at the same time, but it seemed a little different.

"When you wake up, come out."

Grandma Ping's old but emotionless voice rang out, trembling only slightly, as if she was restraining herself and trying not to do anything drastic.

Upon hearing his master's order, Su Ping stood up and jumped out of the medicine barrel. He tore off the torn bandages hanging on his body, picked up the narrow-sleeved short shirt hanging on the wall, and put it on immediately.

Wow!

The door opened and Su Ping walked out, neatly dressed. The first thing he saw was Grandma Ping lying in the rocking chair with a questioning look in her eyes.

Without waiting for Su Ping to speak, Grandma Ping spoke first: "Su Ping, you are becoming more and more capable. You didn't even ask for help when you met such a strong enemy. Do you want to die alone?"

The old man's words were cold, but full of care and worry. This was the way this elderly immortal often expressed his true feelings.

Su Ping knelt down without saying anything, because he also realized that this time the master called him by his name instead of calling him "disciple".

His kneeling made Grandma Ping snort coldly, "Why should I kneel like an old woman? I can't protect you, and I can't be a talisman for your disciples. I am useless!"

Su Ping quickly said: "It is only natural for a disciple to kneel before the Master."

Grandma Ping chuckled twice and sneered: "Forget it, your master can't protect you, kneeling is useless!"

Su Ping knelt for a long time and said solemnly: "Once a teacher, you are a father for life. As long as the master does not expel the disciple from the sect, he will always be the disciple's master!"