Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Under the reflection of the moonlight, it looks particularly beautiful.

Mo Laoshi sighed: "I can't believe that in the past ten years, I haven't noticed any omissions on your part. I, Mo Sanmu, admire you."

In the backyard of the oil and salt shop, on the roof of Mo Laoshi's bedroom, the black-faced hunter crossed his arms, his right hand loosely gripping the hunting knife at his waist.

On the brick wall in the backyard, an old man with a hooked nose stared at Mo Laoshi with sharp eyes.

On the vinegar jar beside the aisle stood an old Taoist in a green robe, holding a whisk.

Ma Jiu walked out of Mo Laoshi's bedroom.

"Master Mo, the cicada catcher, has the news spread?"

Mo Laoshi shook his head.

"Alas~, since Master Jiu waited until I finished singing before appearing, I guess this news won't get out."

Ma Jiu said: "Master Mo, don't worry. The news of Seventh Brother's enlightenment cannot be hidden.

It's just that he entered the Dao suddenly, which caused Master Mo to reveal his true identity."

Mo Laoshi touched the erhu in his hand and sighed.

"I only closed the shop half an hour too early, but Jiu Ye's people noticed it. I admire you.

But why did Master Jiu mobilize so many troops? My five senses have been blinded, and I can't cause any trouble."

Ma Jiu smiled slightly, "Master Mo has touched the threshold of martial arts, so I have to be cautious."

Mo Laoshi's heart tightened: "Master Jiu has been paying attention to me for a long time?"

Ma Jiu glanced at Bai Shaoyao, and Bai Shaoyao's mouth curled up slightly.

"I have been with Big Brother Mo for ten years, so naturally I know everything about his every move."

Mo Laoshi didn't say anything else and put down the erhu in his hand.

"The Qingshui Ma family is indeed the number one martial arts mansion in Daliang."

——There are countless caves underground in the bandit camp in Laoshan.

Most of them are naturally formed, and with a little artificial modification, they become a perfect little dark house.

Inspired by Ma Zhan, Ma Jiu invented the punishment of the small dark room.

From then on, after the small dark room was built, all the torture instruments in the Laoshan bandit camp were thrown there and gathered dust.

Ma Jiu had personally experienced the horror of the small dark room.

That was five years ago. After the battle of Hetao ended, Ma Jiu returned home and prepared to take over the Laoshan bandit camp from the third master of the Ma family.

The first task that the Third Master gave to Ma Jiu was to subdue those bandit-like guys.

There are many unruly criminals in the Laoshan bandit camp, and all of them are highly skilled in fighting, which gives Ma Jiu a headache.

At that time, Ma Zhan was learning to ride a horse, and he was thrown badly by Ma San's old horse.

So Ma Zhan found a small dark room and locked Lao Ma in it for two days. From then on, whenever Lao Ma saw Ma Zhan, he would behave like a well-behaved young wife.

After seeing Ma Zhan training horses, Ma Jiu became interested.

'An old horse with the blood of the Horse King can be tamed and obeyed, but what would happen if a person was locked up?

So, Ma Jiu decided to try it himself.

Ma Jiu built a small dark room in a stone cave below the bandit camp in Laoshan and locked himself in it.

So Ma Jiu became the first person in the world to experience the small dark room.

After being locked up in a small dark room for a whole day, Ma Jiu felt like he was living a life worse than death.

Later, Ma Zhan found out about this and mocked Ma Jiu for several days.

Out of kindness, he told his uncle that the small dark room was for things, not people. His uncle really treated him like a thing.

Ma Zhan, who was used to talking big, was spanked by Ma Jiu for the first time.

From then on, the Laoshan bandits became the first group of people to experience the small dark room for free.

No matter what kind of vicious and bloodthirsty person he is, once he enters the small dark room and comes out, he will be as obedient as a cat and will have to hold his farts in front of Ma Jiu.

After the Laoshan bandits discovered the infinite wonders of the small dark room, they began their evil deeds.

A cicada catcher from Kyoto, a secret agent of the major families.

Even spies and traitors sent by other countries and demon tribes, as long as they fall into the hands of the Laoshan bandit camp, will be treated in a small dark room.

After their cultivation level was sealed, they were thrown into a small dark room. They were locked up for a few days. Those with a strong luck could come out alive, while those with a bad luck were carried out and buried.

There is no need to torture him, just tell him whatever he is asked. If you are lucky, you can even become the new Laoshan bandit. It is so much easier.

When Li Meng was about to collapse in the small dark room, he was taken out.

He saw his immediate superior, Mudan, cleaning the caves like a zombie.

She just glanced calmly at Li Meng who was passing by.

Li Meng was brought in and sat on the chair where Mudan was sitting.

At the same time, an old man was brought in front of Li Meng, and the same black-faced hunter spoke.

"This is Mr. Mo, the cicada catcher, and Mr. Li, the yellow bird catcher. Please get to know each other."

Li Meng was shocked, but didn't dare to show it.

There are only less than twenty cicada catchers in Daliang's underworld. If they were placed in the underworld of Liang State, each of them would be a giant.

Now, he has been treated the same way as me.

The black-faced hunter said to Mudan.

"Come, arrange a room for your immediate boss."

This is really heartbreaking, it breaks the hearts of three people.

Li Meng didn't have time to think about it and placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him.

"Lord Yellow Bird, please write something, just write anything."

Li Meng's hands were shaking. As a cicada catcher, he could not betray the man in the palace. His wife and children were in that man's hands.

When Li Meng was thinking about how to fight with the black-faced hunter, a word in the darkness broke Li Meng's defense.

"The wives and children of all of you are now in the hands of Master Jiu.

Because of them, Jiu Ye was injured. I hope what you write is worthy of Jiu Ye's injury and the lives of your family."

Li Meng no longer hesitated and began to write quickly.

——After Ma Qi entered Taoism, his entire temperament changed.

Ma Qi is now dressed like a scholar, but underneath he is unruly and wild.

The first thing he did after entering the sect was to kick Ma Zhan in the butt.

"Why didn't you tell me this story earlier?"

Ma Zhan rubbed his butt and cursed in his heart.

"I helped you enter Taoism, and you still kicked me. Do you know that you are a third-rank martial artist and your kicks are not light or heavy?"

Ma Zhan angrily took Meng Yao's hand and left the bamboo courtyard. Ma Qi looked at their backs and smiled with relief.

He looked at the judge's pen that had been with him for twenty years and shouted.

"Hu Zi~".

Ma Zhan looked back cautiously, fearing that he would be kicked again.

Ma Qi performed a scholar's salute, which frightened Ma Zhan.

"Seventh Uncle, what do you want to do? Do you want to take me as your master?"

Ma Qi chuckled.

"Get lost."

"Okay~."

After solving Ma Qi’s problem, Ma Zhan slept particularly soundly at night.

The next morning, after practicing Chixia Qi, the Thirty-Six Axes of Tiangang and the Judge's Pen went for a walk.

Ma Zhan said to himself, "I can't practice anymore, I'm already very good."

"You're only at the seventh level and you're already bragging. With your level of cultivation, you won't even know how you died if you go out into the martial arts world." Ma Botong appeared in the martial arts arena at some point.

Ma Zhan chuckled, "My Lord, I have also killed the Flying Thief myself."

Ma Botong looked disdainful.

"How dare you say that? I can destroy those troublemakers with just a flick of my finger."

"Yes, yes, my lord, are you going to teach me the Overlord Spear?" Ma Zhan raised the big snake with a stick.

The Ma family's spearmanship is passed down, and every member of the Ma family who practices martial arts has his or her own unique understanding of spearmanship.

Ma Botong's spear skills are domineering and powerful, and Ma Zhan has been coveting him for a long time.

Ma Botong snorted: "You can't even learn my spear skills, kid. Come with me and find your eighth uncle."