Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

The old eunuch scratched Ma Zhan's finger with his fingernail and put a drop of blood in his mouth. Ma Zhan felt a chill and thought, "You old man are so disgusting."

Finally, the old eunuch chuckled, and Ma Zhan's heart skipped a beat. He just listened to what the old eunuch said.

"This child is born with a lot of Qi and blood. Over the past few years, the Qi and blood in his body have nowhere to be discharged, and it has been accumulating more and more. Yuehua should arrange for him to do more physical work."

Ma Zhan really wanted to beat this eunuch up. Although I am the son of a retainer of the Ma family, I enjoy the treatment of a young master in the Qingshui Marquis's Mansion. You, an old yin-yang man, actually want me to do physical work.

When Ma Zhan was furious, the old eunuch told Princess Yuehua the real reason why the child was sick.

"This child, Hu Zi, was born with indestructible strength. His energy and blood are probably coveted by people all over the world.

My white hair longevity festival at that time could provide some protection for the child, but it also suppressed his qi and blood.

Now it seems that the power of being born indestructible has exceeded my expectations.

He can only learn to control his own power. Yuehua, this task is for you."

Princess Yuehua actually bowed to the old eunuch.

"Thank you uncle."

Since then, Ma Zhan has suffered the beating of feudal society, and his status and position have been suddenly brought back to reality.

Every morning, I accompanied the second young master to practice martial arts. It was called practicing martial arts, but in fact it was just getting beaten.

Ma Songhe, the second son of the Ma family, is extremely gifted in martial arts and intelligent. Drawing on his father's Overlord Spear Technique, he developed the more suitable Youlong Spear Technique, a style that is both light and subtle, yet incredibly tricky.

After being beaten, he went to the Ma family's private school in the morning. Princess Yuehua said in a flattering way, "A man from the Ma family must be a man of both civil and military talents, and the son of a retainer is no exception."

Yuehua did not arrange anything for Ma Zhan in the afternoon. Before Ma Zhan began to feel relieved, he found out that this was Princess Yuehua's routine.

He was beaten by Zhang Songhe in the morning and scolded by Ma Laoqi in the morning. Ma Zhan, full of anger, went to Qingshui City to fight.

The dandy sons of the wealthy merchants in Qingshui City, the dishonest boatmen and merchants who got off the merchant ships, and the ruffians in Qingshui City, no one could escape Ma Zhan's clutches.

Even though a few playboys secretly colluded and arranged for the practitioners in their homes to plot against Ma Zhan several times, it could not stop his determination to "eliminate violence and uphold justice."

So Ma Zhan got the nickname of Street Cleaning Tiger in Qingshui City.

Ma Zhan has the support of the Qingshui Marquis Mansion and only fights bad guys, so the people of Qingshui City are more willing to call Ma Zhan "Little Tiger Lord".

After every fight, Princess Yuehua would be the first to get the news.

After the fight, Ma Zhan will face the punishment of cutting firewood in Laoshan.

I don’t know if it was Yuehua’s deliberate arrangement, but Ma Zhan spent his afternoons either fighting or chopping trees.

Even if Ma Zhan refrained from causing trouble in the afternoon, Princess Yuehua would have countless reasons to punish Ma Zhan and send him to Laoshan to cut down trees.

As long as Princess Yuehua asked Ma Zhan what trouble he had gotten into, Ma Zhan would know that he was going to Laoshan again.

Ma Zhan didn't answer Princess Yuehua's question directly. Instead, he said with a smile, "Madam, I didn't cause any trouble. I just wanted to chop down the tree."

Seeing Ma Zhan's reckless look, Yuehua also laughed.

"Go ahead. Half a month ago, you beat up two servants from the owner of Hongyue Tower. Now fill up the firewood room of Hongyue Tower. Let's forget about it."

Ma Zhan said, "Oh," and said, "Thank you, Madam."

Ma Zhan muttered to himself, "Those two guys must have been arranged by the owner of Hongyue Tower. It seems they're out of firewood in the woodshed and have come to me to get more."

Just as Ma Zhan was about to turn around and leave, Ma Botong spoke.

"Huzi, be careful when you go to Laoshan. There's a group of bandits there recently."

Ma Zhan's eyes lit up and he spoke quickly.

"Master, do you know the location of the bandits? I'm going to kill them. Can I spare the firewood of Hongyue Tower?"

"Hehe~" Ma Botong smiled like an old fox.

"The bandits are thirty miles west of your sixth uncle's bamboo house. Capture them in three days. I'll give you a splitting axe to help you chop trees faster."

Yuehua burst out laughing and said.

"Don't listen to the Marquis's nonsense. He'd already asked your eighth uncle to make you a handy mountain splitting axe and put it in the martial arts training ground. Use it to catch bandits.

If we can capture the bandits, we won’t have to cut down trees. If we can’t capture them, we can just chop down a few more and fill up the woodshed in Desheng Building.”

Seeing the couple singing the same tune, Ma Zhan felt that there seemed to be a hint of conspiracy.

"Neither of these two is a good person."

——In early summer, Qingshui City faces the sea, and the sea breeze makes people feel comfortable.

Ma Zhan rode his father's old horse out of Qingshui City and headed north. After passing through several villages, he entered Laoshan.

The entire Laoshan Mountain stretched for hundreds of miles, and Ma Zhan had no idea where it ended. Surrounding Laoshan Mountain were thirty-two towns and seventeen counties, all of which were under the jurisdiction of Qingshui City.

As the saying goes, "live by the mountain, eat by the mountain." Mount Laoshan feeds millions of people at its feet. Hunters from every village will have a good harvest if they go to Mount Laoshan.

There are countless mountain springs in Laoshan, which gush out all year round, flow down the mountains and rivers, and nourish countless farmlands.

Perhaps it is because of the rich spiritual energy in this world that the trees on Mount Laoshan grow too fast.

Ma Zhan came to Laoshan and spent some time there. Half a month later, new buds sprouted from the cut tree roots. Three months later, the tree had almost grown back to its original shape.

The mountain is gentle, with lush trees, herbs and wild animals everywhere. For humans, Laoshan is particularly friendly.

Laoshan is closest to the north gate of Qingshui City, and the actual distance is about forty miles.

Every time Ma Zhan went to Laoshan, he would ride the old horse that his father kept at home.

I don't know what breed the old horse is, but it runs really fast. It can carry hundreds of kilograms of firewood and run back to Qingshui City without even breathing hard.

Ma Zhan led the horse and walked slowly along the mountain path opened up by their ancestors. About half an hour later, they arrived at the bamboo garden built by Ma Liu and Ma Qi.

I lay down by the stream behind the bamboo garden and drank a few sips of water. The old horse was very smart and ran to the stream to drink water without being tied.

Ma Zhan went to a bamboo forest to catch up on his afternoon nap. After stretching, he picked up his axe and headed west to look for bandits.

——Erlonggou, it is said that it got its name because there are two small dragon veins buried here.

Ma Zhan didn't believe any of this nonsense, so he never came here.

When approaching Erlonggou, we vaguely saw a mountain peak that was not too steep, and there seemed to be a village there.

Although Ma Zhan didn't understand the Qimen Dunjia, he just felt that this stronghold was built with something interesting in mind.

"Catch the bandits and this stronghold will be yours. There might be a lot of gold, silver and jewelry hidden inside."

Ma Zhan, who came from another time, was victorious in every battle in Qingshui City. Except for the high-ranking priests of the wealthy families, he had no rivals.

The confident little tiger swaggered over to the mountain gate with his axe in his hand.

There was a small house at the foot of the mountain peak, which seemed to be where the bandits on guard lived. Just as Ma Zhan was about to kick the door, he heard someone shouting from a nearby tree.

"Little kid, get off the hill."