Chapter 259

"Brother Yin, do you know the news of the moon-viewing banquet?"

"Damn! If you say I know, I didn't get up the mountain. If you say I don't know—I really have some news, just about to tell Brother Cao."

In the tavern, the two sat at the table. The table was already a mess, and the swords were placed aside, and just by looking at the workmanship, they knew they were top-notch weapons.

The swords were top-notch, and the people were naturally top-notch.

Sitting in the west was a young man in plain clothes, with a delicate appearance, and a scar across his face, adding a bit of murderous spirit. At this time, he was drunk and his face was red, talking to the person sitting opposite.

This person's name is Yin Suqin, and his martial arts nickname is "Drunken Sword Young Master".

Just like the classic design in Li Miao's previous life's storybooks, there is also a classic combination of "Four Young Masters" in the Great Shuo martial arts world. It's just that if it were Li Miao's previous life, these "Four Young Masters" would have to correspond to good things like pen, ink, paper, inkstone, plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, etc.

And in the Great Shuo martial arts world, these "Four Young Masters" correspond to "Wine, Color, Wealth, Qi".

This "Color" is naturally "Kidney-Deficient Young Master"—An Ziyang.

Yin Suqin corresponds to "Wine".

Like An Ziyang, when martial artists call him to his face, it is "Drunken Sword Young Master". But if he is not in front, they will call him another nickname—"Cheap-Mouthed Young Master".

As for the reason—he will demonstrate it in a while.

Let's talk about the person sitting opposite him.

This person's name is Cao Hanyan. Unlike Yin Suqin, he doesn't have much fame in the martial arts world. Although his Wu Gong is similar to Yin Suqin's, how should I put it, this person is too "simple".

Ordinary appearance, ordinary figure, ordinary clothes. The weapon is a standard long sword that can be seen everywhere, neither long nor short. The Wu Gong is also a righteous and peaceful sword technique, neither brilliant nor clumsy.

For a person like him, unless he does something shocking, I'm afraid no martial artist can remember him—but he happens to have a righteous and peaceful temperament, never provoking right and wrong.

He is just an ordinary good person.

A person like him seems to have nothing to do with someone like Yin Suqin whose personality is spread throughout the martial arts world.

But the two are close friends.

It is September now, more than a month since the Songshan moon-viewing banquet ended. Yin Suqin went to Songshan and couldn't join the fun, so he stopped by Kaifeng Prefecture, Yuzhou Province, to see this friend.

The two had already had three rounds of wine, and couldn't help but talk about this "moon-viewing banquet".

Continuing the topic just now, Yin Suqin slapped the table and sat up straight, using the drunkenness to tell Cao Hanyan the story he heard like a storyteller.

"Let's say, that evening, on the peak of Mount Junji! A piece of—setting, sun, like, blood. The people sitting there were all top-notch heroes in the martial arts world, but no one dared to speak."

"Just because, one person."

"This person is the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Northern Pacification Division, Pacification Commissioner, Li Miao! He is also the Hero Li who presided over Master Xingchi's nirvana ceremony that day!"

Yin Suqin pinched his throat and described it vividly.

"It is said that this person has been sitting in Shuntian Prefecture for years and never walked the martial arts world, but he made a name for himself as the 'Corpse-Tearing Battalion Commander' in Shuntian!"

Cao Hanyan poured him a glass of wine and asked.

"What does this name mean?"

Yin Suqin dipped in wine, wrote the words "Tear Corpse" on the table, and then said in a low voice.

"It is rumored that this person doesn't easily make a move, but his temperament is extremely cruel and violent. Anyone who dies in his hands cannot be buried—they are all dead, everywhere, all, over, the, place."

"Even if they are already dead, he will tear your corpse to pieces. He will even let your relatives and friends come to claim your corpse."

"Think about it, relatives and friends arrive, but what they see are broken limbs everywhere, how collapsed and fearful they should be—and he will sit on the side, pour a small glass of wine, and enjoy this tragic scene."

"It is precisely because of this that before last year, no one dared to spread his affairs out of Shuntian, and his name did not spread in the martial arts world."

Cao Hanyan frowned.

"Is he so cruel... then how could Master Xingchi let such a person preside over his nirvana ceremony?"

"Damn!"

Yin Suqin waved his hand and made an expression of "those who know, know".

"Master Xingchi is a person outside the world, he doesn't care much about his reputation, and he is a high monk of the Dao, who knows what means he used to force Master Xingchi to do this."

"Let's talk about this moon-viewing banquet."

"That day, he walked slowly from the mountain path to the bottom of the high platform. The ferocity was so great that even giants like Shaolin and Wudang hurriedly stepped down from the high platform, not daring to sit above him."

"'Black Crow' Senior Zhou Zijing, just because he stepped on his shadow, had his neck broken directly by him—his head fell off directly!"

Cao Hanyan's brows were locked.

"So arrogant and domineering, it's ten times more cruel than the Ming Sect back then. Didn't the senior heroes present at the time preside over justice?"

Yin Suqin slapped the table.

"How could they not!"

"The Kongtong Sect Leader stood up at that time, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was slapped by him, and his teeth were slapped away! He spun in the air for a dozen times and flew out, and fainted as soon as he landed—he was even carried down the mountain!"

"And the Kunlun Sect, this time the Sect Leader and the Heavenly Being expert who just appeared in the sect were all beaten up. The long sword was broken and inserted into the butt, and no one dared to pull it out."

Yin Suqin lowered his voice.

"Moreover, that Heavenly Being expert of the Kunlun Sect is a plump and graceful woman—she was also inserted into the butt with a broken sword. Tsk tsk tsk."

"You know how cruel this person is."

He shook his head and sighed.

"That day, that person was having fun fighting, and he didn't care whether you were willing to make a move. As long as you were still standing, he would pull you over and punch you in the face."

"Almost half of the experts who went up the mountain that day were beaten by him. Although no one died, he didn't give any face at all, and broken arms and legs were considered lucky. If it were like the Kunlun Sect, I'm afraid they wouldn't dare to walk the martial arts world for a year or two."

"He didn't stop until everyone sat according to the seats he arranged."

Cao Hanyan frowned and pondered for a while, then shook his head slowly.

"It's just like a storybook, unbelievable."

"But since this person did this, there should be a reason, right?"

Yin Suqin then slapped his thigh and said excitedly.

"This is the point I want to make."

"After this person finished this, he walked up to the high platform leisurely."

"It was Xu time that day, August 15th, on the peak of Mount Junji, the full moon was rising, like a silver plate, and the moonlight reflected the blood all over the ground."

"This person raised a glass of wine, using the momentum of his single-handedly challenging half of the martial arts world—"

"In public, he set three rules for this martial arts world."