Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Miao Yi looked at Ma Zhan helplessly, then turned to look at He Ling.

"He Ling is an outer disciple of Mount Emei. You have no right to ask her to be your sword servant unless she agrees."

"I don't agree~" He Ling shouted, "I won't be a swordsman for this little bastard."

Ma Zhan didn't say anything, nor did he look at He Ling. He just looked at Miao Yi quietly, with an attitude of "you solve it yourself".

Although Miaoyi was eager to accept Ma Zhan, a talented cultivator, she could not force him to be an outer disciple, as this was against the rules of Mount Emei.

"I promised Junior Brother on He Ling's behalf."

No one expected Hui Lin to speak.

Ma Zhan and Miao Yi were both very surprised, but He Ling was the most surprised.

She asked almost crying

"Master... why?"

Miao Yi sighed and explained with pity.

“My child, I am on good terms with your He family. Your parents entrusted you to me, hoping that you would achieve something in martial arts.

They have endured too much pressure in the family, but my cultivation is limited and I cannot teach you better.

If you become Junior Brother's sword attendant, you will be considered to have entered the inner sect of Mount Emei. You will have better training resources, and Junior Brother Miaoyi will also give you guidance."

Huilin is indeed a veteran in the world. She is several levels higher than Miaoyi in terms of social skills.

Miao Yi is so eager to accept Ma Zhan as his disciple, which shows that he must have extraordinary qualities...

What's more, he has the support of the first Wuhou Mansion in Daliang, so his status in Mount Emei will naturally not be low in the future.

How many people would love to be his sword servant.

Miao Yi also nodded at He Ling. Although He Ling was angry, he did not lose his mind.

He looked at his master, then at his great-uncle, and finally at that hateful little bastard.

He Ling's mind was in turmoil, 'Yes, although my parents love me, my grandfather still has the final say in the family.

My grandfather and uncle have already planned to marry me off as a tool for marriage alliance.

Only by entering Mount Emei and becoming an inner disciple can one escape the fate of arranged marriage.

But with my current strength, I don't see any hope.

Being a swordsman for this brat is better than marrying those disgusting playboys covered in cosmetics.

Humph, and you, little bastard, when I reach the fourth level of cultivation, I will beat you until you cry every day.

Even though he had a very bad impression of the horse battle, He Ling still made a decision and spoke.

"I am willing to be a swordsman."

Ma Zhan laughed heartily, feeling a little proud.

"Xiao He, call me uncle first."

Seeing Ma Zhan's smug look on his face, He Ling wanted to slap him in the face.

Helpless, a call of "Junior Master~" shattered the arrogance of the rich girl.

Ma Zhan was in a good mood, and his dark heart was finally satisfied.

"Miao Yi, please take your time to write the remaining Chixia Qi. There's no rush.

I agree to be your disciple, but I can't make the decision on my own. I still have to go back to the Qingshui Marquis's Mansion to get the consent of the head and his wife, as well as my parents. "

"Little bastard, do you know what I want to do most right now?" Miao Yi said gritting his teeth.

Ma Zhan knew that Miaoyi was very angry. Not only Miaoyi, but also the other three people in the room, except the silly girl Xiaoyue, were very angry, especially He Ling.

Feeling the murderous gazes of the three men, Ma Zhan felt that if he didn't say something to appease them, the three of them would kill him.

"Master, don't be angry. It's just a formality. As long as I agree, there's basically no problem."

"Get out of here!"

Fairy Miaoyi roared in frustration, "Why did you accept him as your disciple? Was it to piss me off?"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Ma Zhan quickly jumped out of the bedroom and ran to the yard.

He shouted into the house, "Are you guys leaving or not? If I leave, you can't leave."

In the end, He Ling stayed to take care of Miao Yi's daily life, and Hui Lin took Xiao Yue back to the salt field town.

Ma Zhan returned to Qingshuihou Mansion and went to the main room to find Yuehua to apologize.

Ma Botong also returned from the port. As the master of Qingshui City, he still had to do some face-saving work.

Yuehua did not directly blame Ma Zhan, but asked.

"How do you feel about Mr. Feeling Dream?"

Ma Zhan didn't know what Yuehua was going to do, so he answered truthfully.

“It feels good, and it makes me feel at ease.”

Yuehua nodded and continued.

"Okay, let her follow you."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Ma Zhan was stunned. "What does this mean? What are you following me for? Are you going to cut down trees?"

Ma Botong took over the conversation and said in a feigned anger.

"Ah, what? It's settled. You've caused such a big disaster and you still have the nerve to ask? Just agree to whatever I ask you to do."

"Yes, my lord.

But~, is it appropriate for her to follow me? Where does she stay at night? Should she follow me when she goes to the bathroom or takes a shower?

Ma Zhan's words made Ma Botong choke, "What kind of question is that?"

Yuehua said: "For the time being, I will be your maid."

Ma Zhan didn't know what to answer for a moment. He felt that this was unreasonable.

"You even arranged a maid for me. Your two sons don't have maids. I am not worthy of a maid, given my status."

Yuehua added, "If you are willing, you can also be my wife. After meeting her tomorrow, you can make your own decision."

"Oh, okay."

Ma Zhan felt like his brain couldn’t keep up.

"I'm only ten years old, and I'm getting married. Happiness comes too suddenly, no, too unexpectedly."

Yuehua continued, “There have been many casualties in Yanchang Town and the surrounding waters, all caused by you.

You don’t need to eat tonight. Go to the ancestral hall and kneel there for three days.”

"Yes~"

Ma Zhan saluted and prepared to leave when he spoke again.

"Princess Yuehua, I have something to tell you and the Marquis."

"explain."

"Miao Yi wants me to become her disciple..."

Yuehua and Ma Botong did not express their opinions immediately, saying that they would discuss it with Ma Zhan's parents.

Ma Zhan knelt in the ancestral hall, feeling lucky that he hadn't been beaten. But he was starving. Ma Zhan, with his amazing appetite, would die if he didn't eat a meal.

In three days, more than a dozen carrier eagles flew back to Qingshuihou Mansion.

At noon on the third day, Yuehua brought Mengyao, whose eyes were red and swollen, to the ancestral hall.

Ma Zhan had just woken up, or to be more precise, he woke up from hunger, and touched his stomach with a wronged look.

"I asked you to come here to be punished, but you slept soundly."

Yuehua, who hadn't slept well for three consecutive days, looked a little haggard, but her beauty could not be hidden.

Ma Zhan chuckled twice and knelt down again.

"Stop pretending, this is Mengyao, I'll follow you from now on."

After saying that, Yuehua looked at Mengyao and nodded at her.

Mengyao took off the silver mask and stood in front of Ma Zhan.

Girls in this world develop very early. Thirteen-year-old Mengyao is almost a head taller than Ma Zhan.

Before Ma Zhan saw Mengyao's true face, he thought Mengyao wore a mask because she was too beautiful.

After seeing Mengyao's face...

Ma Zhan subconsciously reached out and touched the scar on Mengyao's face. Mengyao didn't hide, but just trembled slightly.

"Does it hurt?"

Ma Zhan asked with some concern.

"It doesn't hurt, just a little itchy."

Mengyao answered calmly, her eyes firm, as if she had undergone some transformation in the past three days.