Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

The similarities between this world and the world that Ma Zhan lived in in his previous life are not only in the topography and landforms, but also in the folk life.

The five elements and eight craftsmen that existed among the ancient people in previous lives also exist in this world.

The five elements and eight craftsmen of Qingzhou City are all controlled by the Qingshui Marquis Mansion.

Among them, the eight craftsmen of gold, silver, copper, iron, tin, wood, tile and stone were all secretly led by Ma Ba.

Ma Ba is also the master craftsman of the Ma family blacksmith shop, and Ma Zhan likes his uncle very much.

He feels silly, like a gentle version of the Hulk.

However, Ma Ba’s main focus is on a contrast. The blacksmith who is a simple-minded person on weekdays becomes a deadly killing god on the battlefield.

I don't know how many enemies' heads he smashed with the brass pumpkin hammer in his hand.

Ma Zhan only knew that his eighth uncle was very skilled, and the three-edged military bayonet, repeating crossbow, brass knuckles, etc. under his bed were all made by his eighth uncle.

Among his twelve uncles, Ma Zhan had the best relationship with Lao Ba because he always responded to his requests.

As soon as Ma Zhan entered the blacksmith shop, he felt a wave of hot air blowing towards him.

More than twenty stoves were steaming hot, and a group of shirtless men were busy inside.

After seeing Ma Botong, they put down their weapons and called him the head of the family.

Ma Botong waved his hand, and the big men continued to work busy with their work.

After a while, Ma Ba, who was as big as a hill, came over.

After a simple salute to Ma Botong, he took out a crossbow and twenty crossbow arrows from behind his back.

"Huzi, Uncle Ba has finished it. It really took a lot of effort to make this thing."

This is a semi-automatic repeating crossbow that Ma Zhan developed after racking his brains, and its effective range is only twenty meters.

However, with Mengyao and the formation pattern, the range is estimated to reach 40 meters.

Ma Botong took it and studied it for a while.

"Not bad, but it doesn't look like it can be mass-produced. Lao Ba, when you have time, make a few more sets and send them to Lao Jiu and the others."

Ma Zhan curled his lips helplessly, "This is my invention, do you understand the patent?"

Ma Botong continued, "Hu Zi has good energy and blood. Teach him a few hammer techniques to strengthen his spirit."

Ma Ba laughed and said, "Don't worry, Master. With 72 hammers, we can defeat the tiger without leaving a single one behind."

Ma Botong and Mengyao followed Ma Ba to the backyard of the blacksmith shop. Ma Ba was holding his pumpkin hammer which was more than two meters high.

The Seventy-Two Hammers were created by Ma Tieshan, the first master blacksmith of the Ma family blacksmith shop, and Ma Ba completely inherited Ma Tieshan's legacy.

Ma Ba simply demonstrated the first twelve hammer techniques. It was the first time that Ma Zhan saw Ma Ba display his martial power, and he was full of murderous aura.

There was nothing he couldn't solve with one blow. If there was, he'd just use two blows.

Ma stood in his mind and recalled the twelve hammer techniques.

The moves are coherent and the movements are smooth, one hammer follows another, each hammer stronger than the last.

It's a bit like the chaotic cloak hammer technique in a novel I read in my previous life.

Ma Zhan took a melon-edged hammer that was several sizes smaller and tried it several times himself.

It was discovered that whether it was the Chaos Cloak or the Seventy-Two Hammers, a heavy but lethal weapon like the sledgehammer needed the help of inertia to exert its maximum power.

With the help of modern knowledge, Ma Zhan became the martial arts genius in Ma Ba's mind.

Ma Ba couldn't wait to continue teaching Ma Zhan the rest of the hammer techniques, but Ma Zhan refused.

He understood the principle of biting off more than he could chew. He mastered the principle of using a hammer, and the 72 moves were the skills, which he learned slowly.

Under the shade of a tree, Ma Zhan, Meng Yao and Ma Ba sat around a stone table and competed in eating watermelon.

Ma Ba won without any suspense and wiped his mouth proudly.

"Haha, Huzi, my nephew and his wife, I admit defeat. I want you to work for me for three days."

Ma Zhan imitated Ma Ba, wiped his mouth and said.

"Uncle Eight, don't play with Uncle Nine anymore. You've learned bad habits and are plotting against your eldest nephew."

Ma Ba and Ma Jiu have been the best friends since they were young. It is usually Ma Jiu who causes trouble and Ma Ba who takes the blame.

At this moment, hearing Ma Zhan complain about his bad behavior, Ma Ba seemed to sigh.

"Your Uncle Nine is smart, unlike me, who only needs to guard the blacksmith shop with his honest brothers.

Your uncle Jiu is doing a job that is not going to last forever. It's really hard for him."

Seeing Ma Ba's emotion, Ma Zhan just nodded.

Ma Zhan knew that Ma Jiu was the spy chief of Qingshui Hou Mansion. In countless film and television works in his previous life, spies often did not have a good ending, no matter which camp they were in.

Ma Zhan accepted the loss and started working as an assistant in a blacksmith shop.

The masters in the blacksmith shop were all honest people, and they knew Ma Zhan's reputation as a street-cleaning tiger, so Ma Zhan basically had no work to do.

In three days, I had memorized the seventy-two hammer techniques. To unleash their power, I had to hone them slowly, just like forging iron.

For half a month, Ma Zhan's daily life was to practice with the axe, hammer, judge's pen and red cloud qi.

He clearly felt that his internal strength was rising rapidly, especially when he occasionally held hands with Mengyao, his internal strength seemed to be trying to break through the restraints.

——In August, even though Qingshui City faces the sea, the weather is still very hot.

While Ma Zhan was taking a nap in the hot weather, Ma San from next door took down a long, dusty wooden box from the beam.

He blew away the dust on the wooden box and opened the lid.

A pair of double swords lay inside, their blades shining blue and frightening.

Ma San put his two swords behind his back and left the yard through the back door.

The people of Qingshui City all knew that Ma San was a very honest man. Every day he would sit in front of the Marquis's mansion and chat with passers-by.

The little beggars on the street were often taken care of by him. This steward of the marquis's mansion didn't care about anything else and lived a life of retirement every day.

However, what the people of Qingshui don’t know is that every move of Qingshui City cannot escape Ma San’s eyes.

Ma San is Ma Jiu with another identity. He is responsible for Qingshui City.

If a woodcutter who has lived in Qingshui City for decades becomes a stick-stick worker one day, such a person would be much more secretive than an outsider cicada catcher.

Almost all the coachmen, porters, boatmen, innkeepers and pawnbrokers in Qingshui City were recruited by Ma San.

The so-called five elements, cars, ships, shops, feet, and teeth. Since ancient times, these industries are the most likely to produce villains.

People of the five elements can form a force of their own. The shadow boss behind the Qingshui City's swindler gang, car dealership, foot dealership, and pawnshop is Ma San.

As the saying goes, every snake and every rat has its own way. Those at the bottom of the underworld who shuttle through the streets and alleys every day often have the most first-hand information.

The people of the Five Elements are the information network of Qingshui City.

Every day, people from the Five Elements can send in a large amount of information. All of this information must pass through Zhao Shuang'er's hands. After summarizing and identifying it, she will inform Ma San of the important things.

Ma San was a scout, and what scouts are best at is observation and judgment.

The scouts can keep in mind any changes on the battlefield.

As the first scout under Ma Botong, Ma San is extremely sensitive to some subtle changes.