Genshin Impact: Liyue Sword Master, players go crazy

(In order to avoid misunderstanding, I still use "Mu Yang" to write it, so that some people who skip around will not think that the protagonist has changed)

The story begins with an old collection of poems on the table.

Turning the pages, you’ll see an illustration of the climax of the story at the beginning.

At the gambling table, the white-haired man just picked up a deck of cards.

"Now that you've seen the cards, you have to play." The man opposite sneered, holding a gun.

......

The story officially begins.

The song of the lone rider echoed through the valley in the early morning.

Even if no one appreciates...

The singing came from far away and gradually got closer. Mu Yang appeared on the stage dressed in cowboy clothes, riding a horse.

[What the hell is this landscape and this costume? Is this still the original god?]

[Didn’t he say before that the revolver was used by Nata’s people?]

[This is Nata?! ]

[Nata is so advanced, there is also a guitar]

[Am I the only one who cares about how well Mu Yang sings?]

Mu Yang played and sang at the same time. The lyrics were simple and easy to understand.

The translation is "My horse and I are thirsty and want to drink water. Where is the water..."

Even with such simple lyrics.

It also sounds very beautiful in the melody of "The Wonderful Bird".

Mu Yang broke the fourth wall and spoke to the people in front of the screen.

"Perhaps you've heard of me, Buster Scruggs, aka 'The Magic Bird.'"

"Of course I have many nicknames, nicknames, and aliases... Don't mind..."

"Speaking of this, I just want to clarify to everyone that this title has nothing to do with me."

Mu Yang took out a wanted poster from the backpack behind him——

Buster Scruggs the Misanthrope.

No matter life or death.

"Misanthrope, I don't hate my companions, even though they are a little annoying and some of them even want to cheat at cards."

"But that's supposed to be just human nature, isn't it, old sport?"

Mu Yang patted his horse. "If I remember correctly, there should be a tavern across this canyon. If we're lucky, there should be a group of customers sitting in a circle playing cards."

[Breaking the fourth wall to communicate, so cool Muyang]

【Understanding that there are too many leading versions】

[Oh my god, I’m really looking forward to Nata now]

[Laomi is a genius, he can come up with such a promotional video]

After crossing the canyon, there was indeed a dilapidated tavern.

Mu Yang pushed the door open and came in, brushing off the dust on his body.

The originally noisy pub became quiet in an instant.

The drinkers stared with ill intent.

Obviously, Mu Yang is too clean compared to these people.

Even the boss's expression was not very friendly.

But it was obvious that Mu Yang didn't care much.

He smiled and walked to the bar, skillfully ordering a glass of whiskey.

"It's time to take good care of my voice."

"Whiskey is illegal, and alcohol can't be sold here."

The boss is lying with open eyes.

Because the cabinet behind him was piled with wine bottles.

Mu Yang turned sideways and looked at the customers in the store, "What are they drinking?"

"Whiskey." Perhaps fearing that Mu Yang wouldn't understand, the kind-hearted boss added, "They are criminals."

Mu Yang couldn't hold it in any longer. "Gentlemen, don't be deceived by my neat and tidy clothes and polite manners. I am also an outlaw who disobeys the law."

[You really don’t look like that]

[Look at these people around, they are obviously the treasure-stealing group]

[The treasure-stealing groups are really awesome, they can be found everywhere]

The burly man closest to Mu Yang shouted, "You don't count. We don't drink with pretentious guys."

"Sir, it seems that your vision is as bad as your character."

Mu Yang took a step closer to him, "Maybe you should shave your beard and be more cheerful."

"And please don't mind my criticism of your friends. You should find better drinking buddies."

This speech not only belittled everyone present.

I also calmly stated that you are the ones who are not qualified to sit here and drink with me.

The sturdy man stood up, obviously the type who didn't talk much.

I know that my mouth is not as fast as Mu Yang's.

In this place, talking is useless.

He lifted a corner of his clothing, revealing a revolver.

These people are indeed lawless.

"Is your gun working?" the strong man asked.

'boom--'

The strong man's forehead is bleeding...

No one else in the tavern saw clearly when and how he made the move...

His gun is too fast!

When everyone noticed that the sturdy man had fallen to the ground, they looked over and saw Mu Yang was already putting away his gun in a fancy way.

He patted his holster gently. "It's in good shape."

[American style Iai?! ]

[Don’t ask. Whoever asks this question will die! ]

[Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate]

[Laoyang has no moral principles, damn it]

[Ah, doesn't this just prove that I'm an outlaw? ]

Mu Yang lowered his hat brim and smiled, and the others then reacted and tried to fight back.

He quickly pushed aside the table and the bottle and pulled out his gun.

However, how could Mu Yang give them a chance?

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Four shots were fired in quick succession, and then the revolver was turned and pointed at the bar counter.

The camera moves quickly, and it turns out that the boss is about to get his rifle.

'boom--'

The last shot.

The pub was quiet.

No, "There was a lucky guy who didn't seem to be hit fatally. It seems that my shooting skills are still not accurate enough."

Mu Yang took the whiskey from the counter and said, "Maybe my throat is really dry and uncomfortable."

The members of the treasure-hunting group who were not killed were trying their best to move out of the house.

"Let me help you open the door. As for this final blow..."

Mu Yang took a sip and said, "Just leave it to the passing wild animals, or something else."

"Goodbye, my friend."

The man who was crawling forward never dared to look up from beginning to end. He even lost the courage to shoot in revenge.

They have been doing this for most of their lives, and have never seen anyone act so quickly.

If I had known from the beginning...

Perhaps they shouldn't have judged people by appearance in the first place.

[“My shooting skills are not accurate enough”, I seriously doubt it was intentional]

[Even if I changed my weapon, the feeling of showing off remains the same]

[If there is one more person in the store, he won't have enough bullets! ]

[It's too expensive to hire one more actor, Brother Mu can't afford it (funny)]

With the wine to soothe his throat, Mu Yang continued on his way.

Not long after, he arrived at a well-developed town.

"Chenyu Valley is a town I have never been to." (Note: It has nothing to do with the real Chenyu Valley)

【Then why is it called Chen Yugu? 】

[Someone is carrying private goods]

Mu Yang rode his old friend around the town and finally decided to go to the busiest tavern.

Singing, drinking, and dueling.

That's all he has as a hobby.

Mu Yang pushed open the elegantly decorated door.

What caught my eye were the dancing ladies and, of course, the drinking buddies who gathered around the city and played cards.

This was the tavern he longed for.

It seems that this place is really good.

"Wait a minute buddy, the hotel rules require that guns be stored at the door."

Mu Yang looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man with a white beard.

He was surrounded by guns and various dangerous melee weapons.

"Six-shooter, here you go. Do you want a small pistol, too?"

Mu Yang pulled up his trouser legs, revealing two small pistols at his ankles.

"All of them, sir, according to hotel regulations."

Mu Yang was still a little uncomfortable after handing over his weapons, as if his hands were empty.

But since everyone has handed it in, there shouldn't be any tragedy happening.

"You don't mind if I take his place?"

Mu Yang adjusted his chair just in time for the previous person to leave.

"You have to continue playing his hand." The person who spoke was sitting on Mu Yang's right, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Mu Yang flipped it over and saw that it was indeed a bad hand.

Otherwise, that person wouldn't have left.

He shook his head, "No, let's start the next one."

“But you’ve already looked at the cards,” the greasy-haired businessman on the left reminded.

“Once you’ve seen the cards, you have to play.”

The last person to speak sat opposite Mu Yang. Judging from his attire, he looked like a complete outlaw...