The war in the Western Qin Empire naturally had little to do with Li Mu, nor was it something an alien like him should worry about. That was because Li Mu's situation was not much better than Lord Zhenxi's, though it seemed to be glorious.
Qiu Yin, the first disciple of Li Poyue, the Guanshan Master, arrived in Taibai County.
Qiu Yin was known as the number one martial artist of the younger generation in the Western Qin Empire. Compared to Chu Nantian, one of the future leaders of the Heaven Sword Sect, the second prince, and the other outstanding talents, he was more famous and had a more glorious battle record. It was said that he had never been defeated in thousands of battles since his debut. Even many famous figures of the older generation had been defeated by him.
What was even rarer was that although he had defeated a lot of martial arts experts of the Western Qin, the people in Jianghu and the court all thought highly of Qiu Yin. Even those who had been defeated by him would speak of him in a tone of admiration and would never take their defeats to heart. Moreover, many arrogant geniuses who had been defeated by him eventually became his close friends.
At the age of 15, he had been wandering in Jianghu for 15 years.
Qiu Yin, who had just turned 30 this year, held the Guanshan Broadsword in his hand, a horsehead zither on his back, a pot of bamboo wine on his waist, and a maroon horse under his crotch. The horsehead zither was melodious, the Guanshan Broadsword was bright, and the bamboo wine was sweet. Those who had heard his zither, seen his broadsword-using skills, and drunk his wine were his friends.
For friends, Qiu Yin would go through fire and water.
He had never wandered in Jianghu with the title of the number one martial artist in the Western Qin Empire. He had many incarnations and wandered in Jianghu. It was not until he had done a lot of heroic deeds that people learned his name.
His title in the martial arts world was also very interesting —
Broadsword Master.
Yes, his honorific title only consisted of two words.
Machetemen had always been a general term used to describe those who used broadswords. But since the appearance of Qiu Yin's Guanshan Broadsword, gradually, within the territory of the Western Qin Empire and in Jianghu, when people mentioned the word machetemen, they only referred to one person — Qiu Yin.
The Broadsword Master Qiu Yin of the Western Qin Empire, the Swordsman Murong Bai of the Northern Song, and the Spear Master He Ping of the Southern Chu.
Those three people were recognized as the number one among the young generation in their respective territories of the three empires.
But now, because of the appearance of Lord Taibai Li Mu, Qiu Yin's reputation as the number one among the young generation seemed to be shaken.
Because Li Mu's achievements were too dazzling.
As a result, during this period, some people were speculating whether there would be a fierce battle between Qiu Yin the Broadsword Man and Lord Taibai Li Mu, who was also famous for his broadsword-using methods, to determine the winner.
And now, it seemed like such a thing was about to happen.
Because Qiu Yin, the Broadsword Man, came to Taibai County alone.
At that moment, countless gazes were focused on the Knife Hut.
Qiu Yin had come to see Li Mu with the will of the God of Martial Arts in the Western Qin. One was the holy land of the Western Qin, and the other was a newly risen legend. How would the two get along?
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"Haha, good wine."
Li Mu opened his mouth and gulped down a big bowl of wine. As soon as the bamboo wine entered his throat, it was like a raging fire that went straight down his throat to his internal organs. His whole body felt hot as if it was about to burn, and his whole body felt comfortable.
"I've heard that those who drink the wine of the Broadsword Man will become his friend." Li Mu slowly put down the big bowl in his hand and looked at the bearded, red-faced man sitting cross-legged opposite him with an unsheathed Guanshan Broadsword on his knees.
That man was Qiu Yin the Broadsword Man.
He was dressed in coarse linen clothes and patched riding boots. His black hair was naturally curled. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a beard. When he smiled, his teeth were snow-white. He was burly and looked like a grassland man. From head to toe, he exuded the rugged and forthright spirit unique to the men on the Guanshan Grassland.
That was Qiu Yin the Broadsword Man.
He was different from what Li Mu had imagined.
He was exactly the same as what Li Mu had imagined.
"Two more bowls." Qiu Yin smiled. He placed the bronze flagon on his waist beside his hand and gently patted it. Then, a stream of turquoise wine rushed out of the mouth of the flagon like a flying dragon.
"Good."
The bowl in Li Mu's hand flew out and caught the stream of turquoise wine.
The porcelain bowl spun without a drop of wine. After that, it flew back and fell into Li Mu's hand.
"Please." Li Mu raised his hand and drank up the wine.
Qiu Yin laughed and said, "Li Taibai is really straightforward."
He also patted the flagon, and a wine arrow shot out and fell into his mouth.
The whole room was filled with the fragrance.
"The third bowl." Qiu Yin served the wine again.
Li Mu did not stand on ceremony. He directly drank up the third bowl.
He had the Zhenwu Boxing and the Xiantian Skill to change his physique, so he had long been able to drink without getting drunk. But Qiu Yin's bamboo wine was extremely strong and had spiritual aura. Obviously, it was brewed with magic herbs and precious medicines. Ordinary martial artists could not bear it. Even Li Mu felt a burst of excitement.
"Are we friends now?" Li Mu put down the wine bowl.
Qiu Yin shook his head and said, "Not yet."
"Oh? Not yet? "
"Not yet."
"Then what should I do to be friends?"
"You've drunk the wine, but you haven't seen my broadsword." Qiu Yin laughed and said.
As he said that, his hand with thick joints and rough skin grasped the handle of the black iron Guanshan Broadsword.
In an instant, his whole temperament changed.
If Qiu Yin was a volcano that was as passionate as the eruption of underground fire before, then the moment he held the broadsword, he became a thousand-year-old ice rock in the deepest and coldest place.
Calm, cold, and fierce!
Just like the blade of the Guanshan Broadsword.
"I happen to have a broadsword in my hand."
Li Mu stood up and flicked his palm. Then, wisps of broadsword qi flew from all directions. Twenty flying broadswords gathered together and turned into a long broadsword as clear as autumn water.
The whole reception room was also illuminated by the silver light of the broadsword.
The Samsara Knife.
Qiu Yin's eyes lit up and he said, "Good broadsword."
Then, he suddenly jumped up like a ferocious tiger. The black Guanshan Broadsword split the space in front of him and directly chopped at Li Mu's forehead.
This broadsword did not carry any natural qi. It was just broadsword-using method.
Li Mu's vision blurred. He only felt that in front of this broadsword, everything around him disappeared, as if he had come to a dark universe, and there was only a black broadsword in his sight. The sharp blade was coming at him, as if it was going to split the whole world in two.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
The Samsara Knife, like a warrior eager for an opponent, began to vibrate violently at this moment.
Li Mu swung the broadsword backhandedly.
Wind-Cloud Six Moves.
Clang!
The two broadswords clashed, and the blade trembled.
A huge force surged, and Li Mu's wrist felt sore and numb.
What a great strength!
He was surprised. Since he had practiced the Zhenwu Boxing, his physical body could be said to be invincible, and the divine power in his body could turn over mountains. But Qiu Yin also had such great power, which was not much weaker than his?
But Li Mu did not know that Qiu Yin was even more shocked.
Qiu Yin had a fortuitous encounter when he was a child. His body was forged by thunder. Later, he practiced the Divine Thunder Body-refining Method over the Nine Heavens, a magic skill bestowed by his master. In terms of physical strength, he was impervious to fire and water, sabers and spears. Even some Semi-Sages were far inferior to him. His strength was so great that he was called a monster. He once killed a prehistoric giant turtle in the ocean.
Since Li Mu was a Sage-to-be, he did not hold back much strength when he launched the attack, although he did not use his natural qi.
But to his surprise, Li Mu, who also did not use his natural qi or the power of heaven and earth, was stronger than him in physical strength. His Guanshan Broadsword was almost shaken out of his hand.
"Hahaha, good."
Qiu Yin laughed and launched another broadsword.
It was different from the previous strike that seemed to have returned to its original simplicity. When this strike was halfway through, it instantly split into thousands of strikes, like a dark star exploding in the sky.
This broadsword was complicated, exquisite, and unpredictable to the extreme.
The broadsword-using method was completely opposite.
Countless moves flashed through Li Mu's mind, but his body reacted in an instant. The Samsara Knife decisively chopped out in the style of the Wind-Cloud Six Moves · Eight-way Cut.
Clank, clank, clank!
The sky was full of sparks, as if thousands of stars had exploded.
Li Mu kept retreating.
Qiu Yin's figure also retreated.
The two of them each retreated dozens of steps. The footprints on the ground under their feet were clear and distinct, as if they were carved on the rock. Li Mu's sleeves were torn to shreds, and Qiu Yin's pair of riding boots were completely reduced to ashes.
Their purlicues were torn, and blood spilled out.
"Good, good." Qiu Yin laughed, overjoyed.
He stood with his broadsword, looking drunk. Since he started his martial arts career, he had never met such an opponent. He met his match, which was really satisfying.
Li Mu was also full of fighting spirit and excitement.
Qiu Yin, the Broadsword Man, was indeed worthy of his reputation. The two broadsword-using attacks fully demonstrated the demeanor of a broadsword man. He was undoubtedly the most powerful broadsword master Li Mu had ever met since he reached the Advanced Level of martial arts. Li Gang, the Secular Sword Whiz's almost transcendent swordsmanship, did not shock and inspire Li Mu so much.
"Again?" Li Mu held the trembling Samsara Knife in his hand.
Qiu Yin closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then sheathed his broadsword. He returned to the previous seat and said, "No. I'm not sure if I can defeat you with the third broadsword. I'd better keep this one and verify it in the future."
Li Mu thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
The two returned to their seats.
Qiu Yin served the wine again. The two drank to their heart's content. They felt like old friends at first sight. The more they talked, the more agreeable they became.
Li Mu directly asked the chefs in the Knife Hut to prepare all kinds of delicious food and set up a banquet in the reception room. The two ate heartily, and the aroma of wine and meat filled the air.
In the blink of an eye, the night passed.
At dawn, the two were still not satisfied. "Since I came to Taibai County, I rose to power in hardships.
"Ever since I came to Taibai County, I've risen through hardships. It can be said that I've made a name for myself in the Northwest Wulin World. I've seen too many Wulin figures, but most of them are just chickens and dogs. Even the second prince is just an arrogant fool in my eyes. Among all the people, there are only two whom I admire. They can be called my two bosom friends. Both of them are masters with profound martial arts and unfathomable cultivation. One of them is you, Brother Qiu. We hit it off at first sight and you're my bosom friend. When drinking with bosom friends, a thousand cups are not enough. Haha, if it weren't for the fact that the wine in your pot is almost empty, the two of us could drink for another three days and three nights until the sun and the moon were dim."
Li Mu was in high spirits, as if he was talking about heroes while drinking wine.
"Hahaha, I, Qiu Yin, have traveled the Western Qin for 15 years. I've seen countless heroes in my life, but few of them are as graceful as you. Three bowls of wine, two strokes of broadsword. Hahaha, great!" Qiu Yin was a bold and unrestrained person. He asked with great curiosity, "I wonder who the other person you mentioned is? Since he can be your bosom friend, he must be a peerless hero. "
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