Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Wang Zhengben, who was sitting in the main seat, twitched his cheek, "What a strong aura."

Ma Zhan's eyes were sharp as he swept over everyone, like a young tiger ready to pounce and bite at any time.

If you set a trap for me, don't blame me. I'll let you see the power of the man who killed all the powerful families and slaughtered all the high-ranking officials and nobles.

"When autumn comes on September 8, my flower will bloom and all other flowers will die.

The fragrance permeates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor."

The iron-blooded aura of the Liang State's number one Wuhou Mansion burst out with a red cloud of energy, conveying the twenty-eight words clearly to everyone's ears.

The young masters of Guanzhong, who had never even seen a battlefield, were so shocked that they dared not speak.

Some timid rich girls were really scared and tears began to well up in their eyes.

At the poetry meeting, many people did not know that this poem had an allusion, but Wang Zhengben knew it.

Ma Chao, the former Marquis of Qingshui, died at the hands of the Guanlong coalition forces right under the city of Chang'an.

It turns out that in the past thirty years, the Qingshui Ma family has been accumulating strength and waiting for the moment of revenge.

On September 8, the day before the Double Ninth Festival, is the Ma family really so impatient?

When my flowers bloom, all other flowers die. The Ma flowers are like golden chrysanthemums, blooming proudly in the frost. When the flowers of all ethnic groups in Guanlong are encountered with frost, all other flowers wither.

Once the Ma family arrives, all the ethnic groups in Guanlong will become withered branches and fallen leaves.

The "Sky-High" chrysanthemum has a rich fragrance that reaches the sky.

The Ma family of "Fragrant Array" is not the only one that blooms, but the whole group is prosperous.

"The whole city is covered with golden armor."

The spectacle of "full" and "exhausted" chrysanthemums winning the world's championship, Ma family armor, spread all over Chang'an, the Double Ninth Festival.

When Wang Zhengben saw the powerful third generation of the Ma family, he actually felt a little fear.

'Well, this poem can also make those old guys in Guanlong wake up.

While they were enjoying their romantic life, the third generation of the Ma family was already eager for revenge.

On that day, a poem was heard from the poetry meeting organized by Master Wang San.

The city of Chang'an at night was shrouded in the murderous intent of this poem.

Many hotels and brothels temporarily replaced the lyrics and music that had already been rehearsed, and invited veterans from the battlefield to recite this poem to the guests.

The people of Guanzhong, who did not know the reason, used this poem to talk about it.

Wang Zhengben immediately sent a message to Longyou and Jingji about Ma Zhan's performance at the poetry meeting and his poems.

Tonight, Ma Zhongtong surprisingly did not continue to linger with Qionghua, but instead took a jar of wine and drank alone until dawn.

Ma Zhan did not pay attention to the actions of other people in Chang'an City.

Wang Zheng originally wanted to suppress his popularity and take the opportunity to find out his background.

Then make yourself more prominent and have a deeper foundation, and at the same time warn the Guanlong Group.

"My Ma family has been eager to help the old marquis take revenge. You'd better not mess with me."

——In Cuiwei Manor, Si Yongcai found Ma Zhan, and after sincerely congratulating his junior master, he said with a little worry:

"Junior Master, you are provoking the Guanlong nobles like this. Be careful of their revenge."

Ma Zhan looked at Si Yongcai in surprise, "You know all this? I thought you only cared about studying."

Si Yongcai replied, "I learned all this from books. It's just some superficial knowledge."

Ma Zhan said that he would be careful, but Si Yongcai was still worried and took off his jade pendant and said:

"Junior Master, this jade pendant of mine can change my appearance after I wear it. I hope it can help you in the secret realm."

Ma Zhan saw that Si Yongcai looked the same with and without the jade pendant, so he asked:

"I see your appearance hasn't changed at all."

Si Yongcai replied: "A gentleman is open and honest. Students cultivate a noble spirit and must show their true selves to others."

"The only downside to your sincere heart is that you always tell the truth.

You are a gentleman, you give me and let me change my appearance, what am I?

A villain?"

Si Yongcai immediately bowed and explained:

"No, no, Junior Master..."

"Okay, stop explaining. I know you're thinking about my safety. Go check on Xiaolan and the others' evening classes. I need to rest."

After sending Si Yongcai away, Ma Zhan put on the jade pendant and turned into an ordinary scholar.

Ma Zhan said to Meng Yao with a wicked smile: "The night is long, young lady, do you understand the romance?"

Meng Yao burst out laughing, "Take it off quickly, it looks weird."

Ma Zhan tried it several times and found that the jade pendant could not really change one's appearance.

Instead, it uses some means to give others a visual error.

Maybe Si Yongcai had been wearing it for too long, so when Meng Yao wore it, she also turned into the image of a scholar.

In the next few days, Ma Zhan's poem "Chrysanthemum Fu" began to spread wildly in Liang State.

The author Ma Zhan has already arrived in Xianyang City, waiting for the secret realm to open.

The entrance to the Xianyang secret realm is a dilapidated stone tablet on the outskirts of the city.

Ten times around, the thirty people waiting to enter the secret realm have all arrived.

They automatically divided into several small groups.

Among them, the Guanlong descendants headed by Wang Zhengben were the largest and most imposing, with more than a dozen people.

In addition, there are practitioners in groups of three or two who bought the opportunity to enter the secret realm through the Guanlong Group.

The appearance of the three people immediately attracted everyone's attention.

One is the elf, Princess Qionghua of the Rouran Kingdom, one is the martial arts master Ma Zhongtong, and one is the Taoist scholar Ma Zhan who just wrote "Chrysanthemum Fu".

With the arrival of the three people, the scene became noticeably quieter and a little more tense.

Ma Zhan and Wang Zhengben looked at each other and nodded to each other as a greeting.

Ma Zhan found several familiar faces among other practitioners.

Among them, two good friends... good brothers, Bai Kui and Hei Nie from the Tiger Clan.

They came to Guanzhong from Sanzibo and bought a spot to explore the secret realm from the Lu family and the Wang family respectively.

There was also a woman of about thirteen or fourteen. Although she covered half of her face with a mask similar to Meng Yao's, Ma Zhan still recognized her. She was Zheng Xiaoqiao, who had entered the Hundred Fists Cave.

This little girl is really hardworking. She is a Tang citizen. If she wants to get a place in the secret realm, the price she pays is no less than that of the two princes of the tiger tribe.

Her family is at least among the top three in the Tang Dynasty. A rich girl like her who specifically goes to such a dangerous place must be a real character.

After a brief conversation with several representatives from Guanlong, Qionghua began to exert her wood essence towards the stone tablet.

Countless branches and vines broke out of the ground, all gathered on the land near the stone tablet, and then all drilled downwards.

After a while, the stone tablet was lifted up by branches and vines, and the base was completely off the ground.

Qionghua let out a delicate cry.

"Come in~"

Wang Zhengben took the lead and was the first to enter the secret realm.

Afterwards, the children from Guanlong entered one after another.

Zheng Xiaoqiao deliberately waited for Ma Zhan. Finally, Ma Zhan made a gesture of invitation to him, and the two of them entered the secret realm together.

——Scorched earth, scorched earth all around. What kind of fire could have burned this place into such a state?

Black ashes covered the sky, blocking most of the sun's rays.

Countless sobbing sounds surrounded my ears.

The black ashes blown by the wind drilled into people's mouths and noses.