After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

Mu Huaisheng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I never thought that someone would still look up to me when I'm dying. Well, since I can't live in seclusion, I might as well go out into the world and make a living!" In fact, it is rumored in the martial arts world that if you want to obtain certain key information, it is more accurate and reliable to ask Mu Huaisheng directly instead of interrogating the mysterious man in black.

Although he had been in seclusion for a full decade, he had always closely followed the various developments and news within the martial arts world. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so earnestly urging Tang Qi and the others to leave as soon as possible. Because with his years of experience and keen insight, he had already anticipated that those uninvited guests would eventually cause trouble for them.

Now, Mu Huaisheng has become a retainer at Tang Qi's residence, and the first retainer himself. Therefore, Tang Wenshu respectfully calls him "the first retainer." When he saw his host, Tang Qi, Mu Huaisheng respectfully greeted him, "Hello, sir." Then, he turned to Tang Wenshu and said with a smile, "Hello, young lady."

Hearing this, Tang Wenshu couldn't help but feel a little surprised. She asked in confusion, "I'm clearly dressed as a young master today. Even the soldiers at the door call me "Sir County Magistrate". How did you know I'm a girl?" Mu Huaisheng replied calmly, "As a cultivator, I naturally have sharp ears and eyes. I heard the secret guard call me 'Miss' just now."

The sky before dawn seemed covered by a thick black curtain, the endless darkness like a huge piece of black silk, tightly wrapping the entire world in it. After a night of drizzling rain, the air was filled with a damp scent, and a slight chill was refreshing.

Just then, the rain gradually stopped its hurried pace, as if tired and in need of a rest. The soldier, who had been guarding his post and fulfilling his duties diligently, could no longer contain his inner anxiety and anticipation the moment the rain stopped. Without hesitation, he pushed open the tightly closed door. He quickly entered the house, his expression respectful yet somewhat anxious as he reported to the man sitting upright inside: "Sir, the rain has stopped! Do you think we should seize this opportunity to pack our bags and set off? After all, this rare good weather is not to be missed."

Sitting on the ground, Tang Qi frowned slightly, his sword-like brows knitted together tightly, as if they could pinch a fly to death. He remained silent, thinking quietly as the seconds passed. Finally, after several long minutes, he slowly raised his head and replied with a firm gaze, "Don't rush. Let's wait until daylight. After all, in this pitch-black night, there are too many unknown and unpredictable dangers and crises lurking. If we are not careful, we may fall into a state of no return!" After saying this, he sighed softly, as if filled with worry and concern for the road ahead.

At this moment, Tang Wenshu, who was sitting next to him, blinked her bright eyes, sparkling like two brilliant gems. She looked at Mu Huaisheng with curiosity, her cherry lips slightly parted, and asked impatiently, "Uncle Mu, can you tell us about your past experiences? I've always been curious about what life in the underworld is like. Is it completely different from the lives of ordinary people like us? And those famous gangs, how do they rely on to support the livelihoods of so many warriors? Are there really legendary treasures or peerless martial arts secrets?" A series of questions popped out of her mouth like a cannon, making it difficult to keep up.

Mu Huaisheng smiled, touched his chin, and slowly said, "Miss, you don't know that although I am a martial artist, my family also has some small businesses, so I don't have to worry about daily necessities. As for those martial artists who have no other way to make a living, they can go to the Wulin Alliance to take on some escort missions and earn money. Oh, by the way, what you ordinary people call 'jianghu' is actually what we call an escort agency."

"Ah, that's it?" Tang Wenshu's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. Her delicate face flushed slightly with surprise, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something more to express her doubt.

At this moment, Tang Qi, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke slowly: "Except for those secrets that cannot be told, you can tell Shushu everything else." His voice was low and magnetic, with an unquestionable majesty.

Hearing this, Mu Huaisheng couldn't help but reveal a look of astonishment. Who would raise a child like this? Telling everything to a little girl, only a few years old, so openly. Isn't this a bit too heavy and complicated for her? However, on second thought, since he was now Tang Qi's retainer, he would just follow his master's orders.

Mu Huaisheng took a deep breath, gathered himself, and began to tell Tang Wenshu about the mysterious world of the martial arts world and the Jianghu. "The so-called martial arts world and the Jianghu world can actually be considered another world outside of officialdom. There, people generally don't interact with the dignitaries, but they are able to form their own systems, stand out from the crowd, and live a leisurely and comfortable life." His eyes grew deep, as if lost in memory.

After a slight pause, Mu Huaisheng continued, "However, where there are people, there will inevitably be disputes and conflicts, as well as darkness and evil. Take for example the once world-famous Bixue Sword Technique... Many warriors would suddenly go crazy and lose their minds after practicing this sword technique, turning into maniacs who only knew how to kill." At this point, he shuddered involuntarily.

After another long silence, Mu Huaisheng finally spoke again. This time, his tone was filled with grief and sorrow: "My brother, after learning this terrifying Jade Blood Sword Technique, lost control of himself and killed everyone in our family. When I rushed home, all I saw was a devastated and bloodstained villa. And after my brother came to his senses and realized the crime he had committed, he chose to end his life by slashing his own throat..."

"Later, did you order the eradication of this evil sword technique?" Tang Wenshu asked curiously, blinking his big eyes.

"Yeah..." Mu Huaisheng sighed, his eyes slowly looking into the distance, as if he had traveled through time and space to see the past that had once made him miserable. He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a trace of indescribable pain and helplessness.

At this moment, Mu Huaisheng appeared in the middle of the courtyard like a ghost. He hunched his body slightly, his legs slightly bent, his hands clenched into fists, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura, like a tiger ready to pounce at any moment.

"Here they go again," Tang Qi thought to himself. These men in black were simply reckless. They knew full well that while the Jade Blood Sword Technique could greatly enhance one's power, it would also cause one to lose their mind and become a murderous maniac. Yet, as if blinded by greed, they completely ignored the sword technique's sinister side, intent on claiming it for themselves, never considering the tragic price they would pay for it.

"Secret Guards, hurry up and help!" Tang Wenshu's clear voice rang out, waving her hands and shouting anxiously. Before she finished speaking, there was a slight commotion in the crowd. Someone seemed to have slipped, and the figure rushing towards the courtyard suddenly froze. But after only a moment's pause, the person quickly adjusted their stance and sped towards the courtyard again.

"Did I say something wrong?" Tang Wenshu turned to look at his elder brother beside him with some confusion and asked timidly.

"Shushu is right. You are still young and don't understand many things. But I guess these secret guards shouldn't be too old." Tang Qi smiled and touched his sister's head, comforting her softly.