Reversing Life

He came over, looked at the young man who was covered in blood, smiled, and said, "Good boy." Then he said to the old man sitting next to him like an uncle, "Your Excellency, Han Qing, may I ask what your surname is?"

"Don't, don't, don't," the old man said, "We have a grudge now, so don't come up and try to get close to me."

Mu Yunxian was not annoyed and asked patiently: "In this case, how do you want to solve it?"

"This is a competition of martial arts, can't you see it? We started, and you responded. We were just halfway through the competition, and my apprentice brother-in-law hasn't come out yet. How do you think we can solve it?" the old man said roguely.

Mu Yunxian nodded and said, "Yes."

The young man said loudly: "Elder Han, I have long admired your name, please."

"I'm too old to bully a kid like you." Mu Yun said with a leisurely smile, "It would be embarrassing to spread the word."

He dug into his sleeves and found two items, one was a medicine bottle and the other was a small box. The young man was wondering when he suddenly saw him throwing these two things towards him. He was startled and wanted to hide, but at this moment he suddenly felt a weight all over his body, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move at all.

Immediately afterwards, two things fell into his arms.

"This is a little gadget. Consider it a greeting gift. Let's play with it." Mu Yun said casually.

The young man was inexplicably frightened, and his master's expression also changed. He sighed softly: "Hey." He stood up from the chair and scolded his apprentice: "Okay, okay, go play outside, it's your business. You kid, don’t be too troublesome.”

The young man had an aggrieved look on his face, thinking that it was clearly his fault, so how could he become so troubled? But he didn't dare not listen to what the master said, so he hid on the side aggrievedly.

Mu Yunxian and the old man were now standing opposite each other. The onlookers everywhere were shocked.

Is the fight about to begin?

Mu Yun smiled casually and said, "Would you like to go first?"

The old man also smiled: "Then I'm welcome."

He took off a big knife from his back, untied the cloth tied outside, revealing the bright blade inside, took a posture, and said: "Please."

The old man was polite, but before he could finish his words, he saw a ray of sword slashing towards him. The movement was so fast that it almost formed an afterimage. It's strange to say that this old man is clearly following a path of unparalleled strength, and he is not inferior at all in terms of speed, making it difficult for people to parry.

Mu Yunxian took out a jade flute from his sleeve and blocked it. The old man's sword changed direction and struck at the stone lion in front of the Han Mansion, chipping away a piece of the huge stone. The old man staggered a few steps, stopped his castration, and shouted: "Okay, come again!"

Mu Yun, who was idle, smiled slightly and put the flute to his lips.

From the first note, everything seemed different.

The disciples who were most affected were the disciples standing inside the Han Mansion Gate. In a daze, they heard the sound of raging waves outside. The water that came from unknown sources was about to swallow them up. They couldn't help but feel anxious and wanted to run away, but around them They were all people, bumping around, and no one could escape. Listening again, the voice became louder and louder. In the sea, a wild beast was vaguely seen, rushing towards them, and they became even more panicked.

As for the old man, although he didn't lose consciousness like the young disciples of the Han family who were still relatively young, he was still unavoidably affected. He chuckled and said, "That's good. Quan Dang helped me entertain myself today!"

He came over, looked at the young man who was covered in blood, smiled, and said, "Good boy." Then he said to the old man sitting next to him like an uncle, "Your Excellency, Han Qing, may I ask what your surname is?"

"Don't, don't, don't," the old man said, "We have a grudge now, so don't come up and try to get close to me."

Mu Yunxian was not annoyed and asked patiently: "In this case, how do you want to solve it?"

"This is a competition of martial arts, can't you see it? We started, and you responded. We were just halfway through the competition, and my apprentice brother-in-law hasn't come out yet. How do you think we can solve it?" the old man rogue said.

Mu Yunxian nodded and said, "Yes."

The young man said loudly: "Elder Han, I have long admired your name, please."

"I'm too old to bully a kid like you." Mu Yun said with a leisurely smile, "It would be embarrassing to spread the word."

He dug out his sleeves and found two items, one was a medicine bottle and the other was a small box. The young man was wondering when he suddenly saw him throwing these two things towards him. He was startled and wanted to hide, but at this moment he suddenly felt a weight all over his body, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move at all.

Immediately afterwards, two things fell into his arms.

"This is a little gadget. Consider it a greeting gift. Let's play with it." Mu Yun said casually.

The young man was inexplicably frightened, and his master's expression also changed. He sighed softly: "Hey." He stood up from the chair and scolded his apprentice: "Okay, okay, go play outside, it's your business. You kid, don’t be too troublesome.”

The young man had an aggrieved look on his face, thinking that it was clearly his fault, so how could he become so troubled? But he didn't dare not listen to the master's words, so he hid on the side aggrievedly.

Mu Yunxian and the old man were now standing opposite each other. The onlookers everywhere were shocked.

Is the fight about to begin?

Mu Yun smiled casually and said, "Would you like to go first?"

The old man also smiled: "Then I'm not welcome."

He took off a big knife from his back, untied the cloth tied outside, revealing the bright blade inside, took a posture, and said: "Please."

The old man was polite, but before he finished speaking, a knife flashed towards him, so fast that it almost formed a trail of afterimages. It was strange to say that this old man was clearly a fierce and unmatched man, and his speed was not inferior at all, making it difficult for people to resist.

Mu Yunxian took out a jade flute from his sleeve and blocked it. The old man's knife flash changed direction and chopped towards the stone lion in front of the Han Mansion, cutting off a piece of the boulder. The old man staggered a few steps, stopped, and shouted: "Okay, come again!"

Mu Yunxian smiled slightly and put the flute to his lips.

Everything seemed different when the first note started.

The most affected were the disciples standing inside the gate of the Han Mansion. In a trance, they heard a surging sound of waves outside. The water that came from nowhere was going to swallow them directly. They were anxious and wanted to run, but there were people around them, running around everywhere, how could they run away? Listening again, the sound gradually became louder, and in the sea, they vaguely saw a beast rushing towards them, and they were even more panicked.

As for the old man, although he was not as weak as the young disciples of the Han family who had not yet cultivated and lost their minds when they heard it, he was inevitably affected. He laughed softly and said, "You play well, just to cheer me up today!"

He raised his hand and chopped the motionless Mu Yunxian with a knife accompanied by the music. Unexpectedly but also reasonably, his knife chopped into the air. Mu Yunxian in front of him turned into a shadow, and when he looked closely, Mu Yunxian was still a few steps away from him.

"Come again!" He shouted.

Another knife chopped into the air.

The old man's face was annoyed. The third strike was much more anxious, but it was obvious that he was serious. The previous three strikes were fierce, but more like a performance. The third strike, with a strong wind, had already split the stone ground into cracks.

His strike was as vast as thunder, facing the boundless sea created by Mu Yunxian's music. Who will win or lose is still uncertain--

Ding.

A light sound. The music stopped, and the blade stopped.

Everyone came back to their senses in a trance. Mu Yunxian moved the flute away from his lips and used it to block the old man's knife.

The flute broke, and a crack appeared on the knife. The old man panted, threw away the knife, and whispered: "You are quite capable, kid."

Mu Yunxian leaned over, put away the two flutes, and chuckled: "Since it is a competition, we should stop when it is over. What do you think, senior?"

"Who needs you to give me a way out?" The old man said: "If I lose, I lose. I am not someone who will not admit it. Yi Liang!" He called his apprentice: "Let's go!"

His apprentice just came back to his senses from the music and said stupidly.

"What are you talking about? Your master can't beat him, so he's leaving!" the old man said angrily.

"But Master, my sister is still at his house..."

"Okay, okay, you stay here..."

"Wait a minute." Mu Yunxian stopped him: "The senior also said it was a competition, so let's just compete. If the competition didn't determine the winner, don't you even want to reason with us?"

The young man - Yi Liang, said in disbelief: "Don't you know what's going on? It's obviously you who are in the wrong, why are you still trying to reason with us!"

"This kid, you misunderstood me." Mu Yunxian said casually, waved in a certain direction, and a proud bird with red feathers landed on his shoulder. He smiled and said, "As one of the elders of the Han family, I also have some face in this family. When I came here just now, my family had already told me about this matter. It is indeed my brother who is wrong."

The old man's expression eased a little, and he said, "You still have some conscience."

Mu Yunxian said, "I just asked this bird to deliver a message. In a moment, your sister will be sent here. Just take her away."

Yi Liang didn't expect that the matter would be resolved so smoothly. Seeing that Mu Yunxian didn't feel that he was disliked because he was a member of the Han family.

The old man said, "This kid has many tricks. Your family robbed someone else's daughter, and you just want to return the person and say a few nice words. Can you settle the matter peacefully? This is too easy for you."

"Indeed." Mu Yunxian smiled and thought about it. He didn't get angry because of his attitude. He turned around and walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

A group of Han family disciples hurriedly dispersed behind the door. The slowest person had to stay and open the door, and said with a stiff smile: "Elder..."

"Call my eldest brother." Mu Yunxian said.

"This... is it." The poor little disciple hurriedly responded and ran away.

Mu Yunxian returned to the two people and said: "Call the culprit first, and then how to deal with it depends on your mood."

Although Mu Yunxian gave in, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. The old man saw his performance and believed that he had the intention to solve the problem, and said: "How do you solve it?"

"As the saying goes, it is better to demolish a temple than to destroy a marriage. Since my eldest brother and Miss Yi are already married, it is not easy to break them up. How about letting him go to Miss Yi's house as a concubine?"

Mu Yunxian still had that smiling expression and said in a gentle voice.