Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

With the end of the competition, the ten practitioners who were qualified to enter the Hundred Fists Cave Heaven were determined.

On the rostrum, Du Wei announced loudly:

"Two days later, the ten winners will use the square-holed coins in their hands to enter the Hundred Fists Cave Heaven on their own.

Within the cave, life and death are determined by fate, and opportunities are determined by heaven."

The spectators in the arena left one after another.

Ma Zhan and his group followed the crowd out of the venue.

Ma Zhan walked while looking at the round coin with square hole in his hand.

This is no different from the ancient coins in my previous life. I remember that when I was a child, there were still many such coins at my grandmother's house.

Ma Zhan thought it was an antique and deliberately collected it for a period of time.

Judging from the smoothness of the coin, it is obvious that it has been in circulation.

This Hundred Fists Cave must have some connection with the ancient times in the previous life.

Seeing it again in this life, I felt a sense of familiarity in my heart.

"This young master, my master invites you."

A respectful voice interrupted Ma Zhan's thoughts.

Ma Zhan saw a beautiful woman standing respectfully opposite him. He asked:

"Who is your master?"

The maid replied, "Boss Sang."

I understand. Ma Zhongtong finally remembered that there is someone like me.

Ma Zhan continued to ask: "Are you inviting only me?"

"Ms. Mengyao, you can come too."

Ma Zhan held Meng Yao's hand and said, "Let's go."

——Qihonglou is located in the prosperous area of Luozhou.

The five main buildings are interconnected, with open-air bridges visible everywhere, and women lazily leaning on the railings and gazing into the distance.

Ma Zhongtong sat in the best viewing pavilion in Qihong Tower, tasting the fine wine that was a specialty of Luozhou.

Sang Qihong played the piano herself to entertain them.

One is a martial arts master who roams the world, and the other is the real underground boss in Luozhou City.

There is no question of who is marrying above their station between the two of them.

If we have to compare, Sang Qihong is not the most outstanding among Ma Zhongtong's many confidantes, but she is the most intimate and loyal one.

She knew that she came from a poor family, so she took even better care of Ma Zhongtong when they were together.

After the song was over, Ma Zhan and Meng Yao just arrived at the viewing pavilion.

Sang Qihong stood up and personally received the two of them.

"I've heard from Erlang a long time ago that the young tiger of the Ma family will become famous in the world in time. Seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed not an ordinary person."

Ma Zhan couldn't handle this kind of high-level social etiquette. He couldn't just say, "Sister Sang, you are so domineering and majestic."

Ma Zhan could only perform the junior’s greeting and said, “My nephew Huzi, I’m honored to meet you, aunt.”

Calling her "Auntie" filled Sang Qihong with joy.

The third generation of the Qingshui Marquisate, a scholar of Taoism at the Jixia Academy, calls me aunt.

My influence as an aunt is much more famous than Boss Sang's name.

Sang Qihong was overjoyed, looked at Mengyao with a smile, and said: "This must be Miss Mengyao."

"Mengyao, meet Aunt Sang."

"well."

Sang Qihong led the two of them to sit down, and at the same time, pushed a square rosewood box in front of Mengyao and said:

"Erlang told me that Mengyao is a genius in formation patterns.

Auntie happens to have a magic spell here, and I have no one else who can use it, so I'm giving it to Mengyao as a gift from Auntie."

Mengyao subconsciously looked at Ma Zhan. When Ma Zhan saw Ma Zhongtong slowly nodded, he indicated that Mengyao could accept it.

"Mengyao, thank you Aunt Sang."

Mengyao accepted the gift. Sang Qihong smiled apologetically at Ma Zhan and said:

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint Huzi. I don't have any techniques suitable for men to practice, but I did find a bamboo slip by chance, which must have belonged to a sage of the Legalist school.

Huzi, you have profound knowledge of the Jixia Academy and the Hundred Schools of Thought. I leave this bamboo slip to you, Huzi."

Ma Zhan's expression just now changed not because he was disappointed that he did not receive a gift.

Instead, he was wondering what the real background of this Boss Sang was.

The three beauties' skills were exchanged from him by Mingyue Gong, and he also gave Mengyao a set of formations.

It seems that she has quite a few skills and formations.

It’s like a martial arts master who can give away his skills and formations to anyone he wants.

Ma Zhan accepted the long red sandalwood box containing the bamboo slips. After thanking Sang Qihong, Ma Zhongtong said:

“In two days, when you enter the Hundred Fists Cave Heaven, be careful.

Remember, do not conflict with the people in the cave."

After giving a few instructions, Ma Zhongtong started to drive people away.

"Go back to the inn and rest for two days. After you come out of Baiquan Cave Heaven, we will set off."

In the courtyard of the inn, Ma Zhan studied the bamboo slips for a long time but couldn't figure out anything.

I don’t recognize the words on it, and I’ve never seen the material of the bamboo slips before.

I can only feel that there is an ancient atmosphere in this thing.

There was a miniature golden lock in Mengyao's box, which was the same as the tortoise shell given by Zhu Ling. It was a set of Taoist formations, the Golden Lock Bewitching Platform.

Sang Qihong snuggled in Ma Zhongtong's arms, rubbed his chin with her index finger, and said aggrievedly:

"Erlang, that child can't be your son, right? The Legalists have come to my Qihonglou countless times for that bamboo slip, and the conditions they proposed have long exceeded my expectations.

But Erlang asked me to keep the bamboo slips, so I kept them.

Unexpectedly, Erlang was left for that child."

Ma Zhongtong poured himself a bowl of wine, drank it all, and said:

“He’s not my son, he’s a descendant of the Ma family and is as important as my two nephews.

You won't suffer any loss by giving him that piece of bamboo slip.

This child is a person who will repay favors. Although he likes to take advantage of others, he doesn't like to owe favors to others.

Now, only Lord Daming has a favor in his hands."

Sang Qihong added another bowl of wine and said:

"So, this kid is just like Erlang, a free and easy person."

"hehe."

Ma Zhongtong sneered and said:

"If you are ruthless, just say you are ruthless. What's the point of being unworldly and free-spirited?"

Sang Qihong quickly leaned over Ma Zhongtong's neck and nudged him.

"Don't blame me, Erlang. It was Qi Hong who made the mistake."

Ma Zhongtong patted Qi Hong on the back to show that he did not blame her.

Looking at the street scene outside the pavilion, Ma Zhongtong said:

"This kid is very clear about gratitude and resentment. If you are nice to him once, he will be nice to you a hundred times.

If you hurt him once, he will hate you forever.

I don’t know who this personality is derived from.”

"Of course he follows his parents."

Hearing Qi Hong's words, Ma Zhongtong's face changed, then he regained his composure and said:

“If you want to get along with him in the future, it’s better to keep it simple.

He has an inexplicable aversion to certain social conventions, and he rejects them in his heart."

A pool of spring water appeared in Sang Qihong's beautiful eyes. She looked at Ma Zhongtong with affection and said in a trembling voice:

"Erlang, do I really still have a chance to get along with him?"

Ma Zhongtong was silent and nodded.

Sang Qihong had never been so happy in her life. She had no hope of marrying into the Ma family.

Today, her Erlang gave her a clear answer.

"Erlang, let Qihong dance for you."