Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Ma Zhan carried "Zhou Zhiruo" to the place where he had just cut down the tree, picked out a few branches of appropriate length and thickness, and made a simple stretcher.

He whistled and called Lao Ma, intending to drag the stretcher behind him.

Zhou Zhiruo saw the old horse running towards her and exclaimed, "What a majestic horse!"

"What did you say?" Ma Zhan asked.

"Zhou Zhiruo" pointed at the old horse and asked, "Is this horse yours?"

"My father's."

"Is your father a general?"

"No, it seems so. Hey? Why are you asking about my dad? You don't want to be my stepmother just because he has a BMW, do you?"

Zhou Zhiruo was furious and cursed: "You little bastard, your head is full of nonsense."

Ma Zhan tied the stretcher, put "Zhou Zhiruo" on it, and started to act cool.

"Actually, I'm not just ten years old. I took over the body of this ten-year-old child.

I am actually the Great Emperor of the Ancient World. I am a master like a god, so whether you are my wife or my stepmother, you will not lose out. "

"Zhou Zhiruo" now wants to sew Ma Zhan's mouth shut. He brags without any brains.

"From now on, read less of the storytelling books on the street stalls, and listen less to the stories told by storytellers in teahouses. I don't know who it was just now, but he vomited when he saw a dead person."

"I just drank too much water and used too much force. Didn't you see that I beat the pig and the mouse to their knees, calling them daddy?"

Ma Zhan's rebuttal seemed a little pale. "Zhou Zhiruo" looked at the little boy who was chattering while leading the horse, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"A very interesting child."

Back in the bamboo courtyard, Ma Zhan carried "Zhou Zhiruo" to the bed.

"Wait, I'm going to cook."

There is never a shortage of food in the bamboo courtyard, including air-dried chicken, bacon, ham, and rice.

Ma Zhan prepared four dishes and moved the small bamboo table to the middle of the bed.

Under the surprised eyes of "Zhou Zhiruo", Ma Zhan placed four dishes that looked average but tasted good on the small bamboo table.

Then he took off his shoes, got on the bed, and sat opposite "Zhou Zhiruo".

"Stop looking and eat quickly." Ma Zhan said, then picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

"Zhou Zhiruo" suppressed her doubts and picked up her chopsticks to eat. She ate without saying a word, mainly because Ma Zhan had no time to talk.

After dinner, Ma Zhan made a pot of tea for "Zhou Zhiruo".

Zhou Zhiruo also felt more relaxed than she had in the past few months, and she started talking more.

"You are quite caring, kid. This tea is also good, it's at the level of spiritual tea. Is this your house?"

Ma Zhan replied, leaning back on a bamboo chair like Ge You.

“This tea was obtained from somewhere by my ninth uncle, and this one was made by my sixth and seventh uncles.

They said they wanted to be famous officials, but in reality, they just read a couple of books and became arrogant. They no longer wanted to be warriors, but to be hermits.

Zhou Zhiruo sighed, "Your family is quite large. By the way, kid, what's your name?"

Ma Zhan stretched and said, "My name is Jiejiehu. Also, don't call me a kid. Call me benefactor."

"Zhou Zhiruo" automatically ignored the word "benefactor" and looked at Ma Zhan thoughtfully.

"Quiet Street Tiger? You're quite defensive, little brat."

Seeing that "Li Mochou" didn't continue talking, Ma Zhan took the initiative to speak.

"Although a beautiful woman like you can't be a bad person, there are still some things I need to clarify.

Who are you? Where are you from? Why are those people chasing you? How did you get to my territory?

Ma Zhan's series of questions left "Zhou Zhiruo" at a loss for words, so Ma Zhan spoke again.

"To prove my sincerity, let me tell you first. My name is Ma Zhan, and my father is Ma San, a retainer of the Qingshui Marquis's Mansion."

"Qingshui Marquis Mansion! The best martial arts mansion in Daliang! No wonder you have such skills."

Obviously, Ma Zhan was from the Qingshui Marquis Mansion in Daliang, which surprised "Zhou Zhiruo".

Ma Zhan didn't give her the chance to continue being surprised and said, "Let's talk about your business first, and then discuss the affairs of the Marquis' Mansion."

"Zhou Zhiruo" was silent for a while, sorted out her thoughts, and then spoke.

"My name is Miaoyi, and I am an elder of the Miao generation at Mount Emei."

"Emei Sect, Elder, how old are you? What is your relationship with Miejue?"

Ma Zhan suddenly became interested. There is also the Emei Sect in this world. No wonder I felt the same as Zhou Zhiruo before she turned evil when I saw you.

Miaoyi really couldn't understand what Ma Zhan was saying, so she could only explain patiently.

"It's Mount Emei, not the Emei Sect. What's the meaning of extinction? Also, my senior sister is the mountain master, so I am naturally an elder."

Miao Yi's answer made Ma Zhan a little disappointed. It seemed that this Mount Emei had nothing to do with the Emei Sect described by Mr. Jin.

"You still call yourself an elder! You are only your uncle's generation, and an elder is at least your uncle's generation.

Hey, you haven’t told me how old you are yet.”

Miaoyu rolled her eyes at Ma Zhan and spoke awkwardly.

"Twenty years old after Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Oh, less than twenty years old. What's there to keep secret at such a young age... Go on."

Ma Zhan breathed a sigh of relief. What's there to be embarrassed about saying you're twenty years old? I thought you were an old monster in your seventies or eighties.

Miaoyi was a little surprised to hear the little boy praising her youth. No one in Mount Emei had ever praised her like that.

Miao Yi continued: "Hua Feilong, Zhu Tianfei was originally a well-known figure in the green forest of Shu.

Some time ago, they joined forces and robbed six merchant ships from Mount Emei on the Longyuan River. They humiliated and killed our outer disciples and stole nearly 100,000 kilograms of salt permits.

The situation in Mount Emei was somewhat tense, so the world ordered me to lead people down the mountain and track them down.

After half a month of travel, they chased him to Qingshui City and Yanchang Port by sea.

After discovering Hua Feilong and the others, they chased them all the way to the foot of Mount Laoshan. Two masters who were ambushing here attacked me and seriously injured me.

I fought and retreated, and finally came into this mountain.

What happened next was that I met you."

"Where are those two fifth-rank masters?" Ma Zhan asked hurriedly. He didn't want to be broken into and killed by martial arts masters.

Miaoyi took a sip of tea and said with a little pride.

"One was killed on the spot by me, and the other was penetrated by my sword intent, leaving him crippled if not dead."

Ma Zhan muttered to himself, "Why are you so proud? You still got defeated by four little minions."

Miao Yi's words contained a lot of information, which made Ma Zhan a little difficult to understand for a moment, so he began to ask more questions.

"Are you doing business in Mount Emei?"

Miao Yi replied: "Of course Mount Emei has its own business, which is managed by outer disciples.

Otherwise, where would the thousands of disciples in Mount Emei get their food, clothing, and spiritual medicines for cultivation?"

"Your business is reselling salt?"

Miao Yi raised her eyes with pride again: "Salt reselling is only one part of our business. We are also involved in industries such as Shu brocade, mining, and grain in Emei Mountain."

Ma Zhan sighed, "Emeishan is truly a place of great wealth and prosperity. It seems the martial arts sects are all just like what's shown on TV, focusing solely on cultivation and making their own money."