Chapter 295: Drunken Sword Young Master

"Does Brother Yin know the news about the Moon-Viewing Banquet?"

"Pah! If you say I know, I didn't make it up the mountain. If you say I don't know—I actually have some news, just about to tell Brother Cao."

In the wine shop, the two sat at the table. The table was already a mess of cups and plates, and the blades and swords were placed to the side, just looking at the workmanship, one could tell they were top-notch weapons.

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

Sitting on the west side was a young man in simple clothes, with a clear and handsome appearance, and a scar across his face, adding a touch of ferocity. At this time, he was tipsy, his face flushed, and he was talking to the person sitting opposite him.

This person was named Yin Suqin, and his Jianghu nickname was "Drunken Sword Young Master."

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

But in the Great Shuo Jianghu, these "Four Young Masters" corresponded to "Wine, Color, Wealth, Qi."

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

Yin Suqin, on the other hand, corresponded to "Wine."

Like An Ziyang, when Jianghu people called him to his face, it was "Drunken Sword Young Master." But if he wasn't in front of them, they would call him another nickname—"Foul-Mouthed Young Master."

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

And let's talk about the person sitting opposite him.

This person was named Cao Hanyan, and unlike Yin Suqin, he didn't have much reputation in the Jianghu. Although his Wu Gong was about the same as Yin Suqin's, how should I put it, this person was too "simple."

Ordinary looks, ordinary figure, ordinary clothes. The weapon was a standard long saber that could be seen everywhere, neither long nor short. The Wu Gong was also a standard, balanced saber technique, neither brilliant nor clumsy.

Like him, unless he did something earth-shattering, I fear no Jianghu person could remember him—but he happened to have a balanced temperament, never provoking right or wrong.

He was just an ordinary good person.

Like him, being with someone like Yin Suqin, whose personality was known throughout the Jianghu, seemed a bit unrelated.

But the two were close friends.

It was September, and it had been more than a month since the Mount Song Moon-Viewing Banquet ended. Yin Suqin went to Mount Song but didn't catch the fun, so he stopped by Kaifeng Prefecture, Yanzhou Province, to see this friend.

The two had already had three rounds of drinks, 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 alcohol, and like a storyteller, told Cao Hanyan the story he had heard.

"Let's say, on the evening of that day, the summit of Junji Peak! A piece of—setting, sun, like, blood. The people sitting there were all top-notch heroes in the Jianghu, yet no one dared to speak."

"Just because, of one person."

"This person, is exactly that Embroidered Uniform Guard, Northern Suppressing Division, Commander, Li Miao! Also the Hero Li Miao who presided over Master Xingchi's passing 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 Jianghu, but he made a name for himself as the 'Corpse-Tearing Battalion Commander' in Shuntian!"

Cao Hanyan poured him a cup of wine and asked.

"What does this name mean?"

Yin Suqin dipped his finger in wine, wrote the two characters "Corpse-Tearing" on the table, and then said in a low voice.

"It is rumored that this person doesn't strike easily, but his temperament is extremely cruel and ferocious. Anyone who dies in his hands cannot be buried—all of them are dead, everywhere, all over the place."

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

"Think about it, the friends and family arrive, but what they see is broken limbs everywhere, how broken they must be, how terrified—and he sits to the side, pours a small cup of wine, enjoying this tragic scene."

"And because of this, before last year, no one dared to spread his affairs out of Shuntian, so his name didn't spread in the Jianghu."

Cao Hanyan frowned.

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

"Pah!"

Yin Suqin waved his hand, putting on an expression of "those who understand, understand."

"Master Xingchi is a person of the outside world, he didn't care much about his reputation, and he was a virtuous monk. Who knows what methods he used to force Master Xingchi to do this."

"Let's go back to this Moon-Viewing Banquet."

"On that day, he walked slowly from the mountain path to the bottom of the high platform. His fierce prestige was so great that even giants like Shaolin and Wudang hurriedly left 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 frowned tightly.

"So arrogant and domineering, simply ten times more cruel than the Ming Sect back then. Were there no seniors or heroes present who presided over justice?"

Yin Suqin slapped the table.

"How could there not be!"

"The Kong Dong Sect Leader stood out at that time, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was slapped by him, and his teeth were slapped away! He flew out spinning dozens of times in the air, 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 Heaven-Man expert who had just appeared in the sect were all beaten to a pulp. The long swords were snapped and inserted into their buttocks, and no one dared to pull them out."

Yin Suqin lowered his voice.

"Moreover, that Heaven-Man expert of the Kunlun Sect is a plump and graceful woman—she was also stabbed in the buttocks with a broken sword. Tsk tsk tsk."

"You know how cruel this person is."

He shook his head and sighed.

"That person was having fun fighting that day, he didn't care if you were willing to move or not, as long as you were still standing, he would drag 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 leave any face at all, and broken arms and legs were considered lucky. If it were like the Kunlun Sect, I fear they wouldn't dare to walk the Jianghu for a year or two."

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

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

"Simply like a storybook, making people dare not believe it."

"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."

"This person finished doing this and walked onto the high platform leisurely."

"It was exactly the hour of the dog, August 15th, the summit of Junji Peak, the full moon rose, like a silver plate, and the moonlight reflected the blood all over the ground."

"This person raised a cup of wine, using the prestige of his single-handedly challenging half the Jianghu—"

"Publicly, set three rules for this Jianghu."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 296 =====