Super God: Liang Bing: Please, stop going crazy!

Qin Mu sighed, said goodbye to the villagers, and slowly left the village. He knew that the suffering on this land had come to an end for the time being, but the journey in his heart was far from over. He continued along the mountain road, walked through large fields, passed through several small villages, and finally came to a prosperous town.

This town was more lively than any other place he had seen before, with shops lining the streets and people coming and going. The town was filled with laughter and joy, and it was obvious that today was a special day. Qin Mu walked into the center of the town and found a huge arena set up, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

He asked an enthusiastic old man nearby and learned that today was a martial arts competition held by the town's wealthy businessman Mr. Li for his daughter Li Xuelian. Li Xuelian was not only beautiful, but also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was the dream lover of many young talents in the town. Today, these young people would compete for the opportunity to marry her through martial arts.

On the ring, several young warriors were already competing in martial arts. Their moves were skillful, and the flashes of swords and sabers intertwined, drawing cheers from the audience. Qin Mu stood aside, watching with interest, secretly sighing in his heart that although this method of fighting to win a bride was ancient, it was still interesting.

After the first round, the winner was a burly young man holding a big knife with a confident smile on his face. The audience cheered for him, and he walked off the ring triumphantly, waiting for the next challenger.

In the next few duels, various weapons were used in turn, including swords, spears, halberds, sticks, bows and arrows. The scene was intense and exciting. Every young man on the stage tried his best, hoping to show his strength in front of Li Yuanwai and Li Xuelian.

At this time, Li Xuelian was sitting on a high platform not far away, with a faint smile on her face. She was wearing a gorgeous red brocade robe and a delicate hairpin on her head, like a blooming peony. Her eyes were gentle and firm, as if she was looking for the hero who could touch her heart.

Suddenly, a young man who looked weak on the stage caught Qin Mu's attention. The young man was thin and held an ordinary long sword in his hand. Compared with the aggressive opponents in front, he seemed very low-key. However, Qin Mu felt that he had a unique temperament, which was the pure pursuit of martial arts and the firm belief in victory.

The young man stepped onto the ring and faced a burly and powerful opponent. The audience below the ring burst into laughter, obviously not optimistic about this weak young man. The burly opponent also showed a disdainful expression and laughed loudly: "Boy, this is not a place for scholars and writers, go home!"

The young man did not respond, but smiled faintly and tightened his grip on the sword. The referee gave the order and the match began.

The burly opponent swung the sword in his hand without hesitation, and the sword wind whistled, with unstoppable force. However, the young man lightly avoided the opponent's attack, and his steps were as agile as the wind, as if dancing on the ring. He did not rush to attack, but waited for the opponent to show a flaw.

The burly opponent attacked fiercely, slashing at the young man's vital points, but he cleverly dodged every blow. The audience gradually quieted down and began to realize that this weak young man was no ordinary person.

Finally, in a fierce battle, the young man seized a weakness of his opponent and thrust out the long sword in his hand like lightning. The burly opponent felt a flash before his eyes, and the big knife in his hand was unexpectedly knocked away. Then he felt a chill in his throat, and the sharp tip of the sword was already against his neck.

"You lose." The young man said calmly, retracted his sword and clasped his fists towards his opponent.

The opponent was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile and admitted defeat. The audience burst into warm applause for this wonderful counterattack, and Qin Mu also secretly admired the wisdom and courage of this young man.

Then, the young man defeated several strong opponents with his clever swordsmanship and calm mind, winning the attention of the whole audience. Li Xuelian was obviously interested in him and cast a curious look at him from time to time.

The final round of the competition came, and the atmosphere on the ring became tense. The young man's final opponent was a martial arts disciple who was well-known in the town. This man was extremely strong and his swordsmanship was also quite impressive. The two looked at each other, and both felt the strength of the other.

After the match started, the young man and his opponent had a fierce duel. The swords flashed, the blades crossed, and the sound of swords clashing on the ring rose and fell. The two did not give in to each other, and each displayed their strongest moves. The audience watched intently, afraid of missing any details.

The young man's swordsmanship was agile and exquisite, as if he had woven a sword net on the ring, while his opponent kept attacking with fierce force, trying to break his defense. The two of them fought back and forth, swords whistling, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Finally, the young man used the "Sweeping the Thousands of Troops" move to force the opponent to retreat a few steps, and then performed the "Meteor Chasing the Moon", with the sword pointed directly at the opponent's chest. The opponent was unable to parry and could only raise his sword to defend, but the young man still knocked the weapon out of his hand and fell to the edge of the ring in embarrassment.

"You win," the opponent said breathlessly, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

The young man put away his sword and clasped his fists towards his opponent: "Thank you."

The referee announced the young man as the winner, and the audience burst into thunderous applause. Li Xuelian stood up, with a hint of admiration in her eyes, and whispered to the maid beside her: "This young man is indeed different."

After the competition, Mr. Li personally came forward and invited the young man to sit down and discuss the marriage at the dinner. The young man humbly accepted the invitation, but he said he needed to get to know Li Xuelian better before deciding whether to marry her.

Qin Mu was also invited to the dinner. He sat aside, watching the young man and Li Xuelian talking at the table, and felt a rare sense of relief in his heart. After all, this was a competition to make friends through martial arts, without killing, without conspiracy, only pure competition and appreciation.

During the banquet, Qin Mu chatted with the young man and learned that his name was Xiao Yi, a chivalrous man. Xiao Yi's father was a famous swordsman, but unfortunately died in a duel. Xiao Yi inherited his father's swordsmanship, but always had a peaceful heart, did not like disputes, and only wanted to be a knight who traveled around the world.

"Brother Qin, I see that you have an extraordinary bearing, you must be a man of the world." Xiao Yi said to Qin Mu with curiosity in his eyes.

Qin Mu smiled slightly: "I am just an idler wandering around the world, traveling the world with a sword, just for the persistence in my heart."

Xiao Yi nodded: "The world is dangerous, it is rare for Brother Qin to reach such a state. I am competing in martial arts today only to fulfill my wish of avenging my father. As for marriage, it is secondary."

Qin Mu smiled and said, "The martial arts competition to find a bride is certainly exciting, but love is in my heart. No matter what, Brother Xiao, I hope you can find your dream home."

As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the town gradually subsided. The aftermath of the martial arts competition had not yet completely dissipated, and many people were still talking about the happy marriage of Xiao Yi and Li Xuelian. However, Qin Mu felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if he had sensed a sense of foreboding.

Late at night, the whole town fell into silence, with only the sound of the wind blowing gently. In this quiet night, a group of masked thieves quietly sneaked into Mr. Li's mansion. The leading thief had a cold look and moved quickly. His men quickly dispersed and quietly entered each room in the mansion.

In Li Yuanwai's mansion, the night watch servants were caught off guard and were quietly subdued in their sleep. The thieves moved silently through the mansion, searching for valuables one by one. At this time, Xiao Yi and Li Xuelian were sitting quietly in the room, discussing future plans, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and several thieves with sharp blades rushed in. Xiao Yi reacted quickly and drew his sword to meet the enemy, while Li Xuelian screamed in shock. Although Xiao Yi's swordsmanship was superb, he still seemed a little powerless in the face of this group of well-trained thieves.

The battle was fierce but short. The thieves fought with swords and forced Xiao Yi to retreat step by step. He tried his best to protect Li Xuelian, but there were too many opponents. The swords flashed in the dim room, and the air was filled with blood. Xiao Yi was stabbed several times, and the blood stained his clothes red, but he still refused to fall.

Li Xuelian was frightened by the sudden attack and turned pale, tears blurred her eyes. She tried to defend herself with the dagger in her hand, but it was easily taken away by the thieves. In the end, Xiao Yi was stabbed in the heart during the duel with the thief leader and fell in front of Li Xuelian.

"Brother Yi!" Li Xuelian screamed heartbreakingly, trying to rush over, but was held tightly by the thieves. The thief leader sneered and swung his knife at Li Xuelian's throat, blood splattered, and her life ended.

The thieves quickly cleaned up the scene, took away all the valuables in the house, and disappeared into the night. The whole process was clean and neat, leaving no trace. The bodies of Xiao Yi and Li Xuelian lay quietly in a pool of blood, with only the remaining candlelight swaying in the empty room, reflecting a bleak light.

The next morning, Qin Mu was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. When he opened the door, Li Yuanwai's housekeeper stood outside with a panicked look on his face, saying in a trembling voice, "Mr. Qin, something happened at home. Mr. Xiao and Miss...something happened to them!"

Qin Mu's heart tightened, and he immediately followed the housekeeper to Li Yuanwai's residence. Along the way, his mind flashed with the laughter at the dinner party yesterday, as well as the scene of Xiao Yi and Li Xuelian walking in the garden. He could not connect these with the cruel reality.

When he arrived at the mansion and saw the blood-stained room, his heart suddenly felt heavy as lead. The bodies of Xiao Yi and Li Xuelian lay quietly on the ground. Their once beautiful lives were gone, leaving only cold bodies and endless sorrow.