Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

At night, the sea breeze was very cold and biting.

Su Meir was walking barefoot on the beach of Luomatan, thinking about something.

Su Meir, who calmed down, was very smart, otherwise she would not have been able to reach the fourth rank at such a young age.

'Why does my master take me so seriously? Why did that little tiger laugh at me by the mountain spring?

Is there really something wrong with the Wang family? Could it be that the Third Young Master Wang...'

Su Meir recalled the encounter with Wang Zhengben.

"Some things are really too coincidental, but Mr. Wang San's sincerity is not fake."

Su Meir stood in the cold sea, listening to the gambling and laughter of the boatmen in the tents.

I have to say, the situation she saw today made her feel very different.

Here she saw the guys smiling while working, and occasionally joking with their boss.

The little tiger was obviously the boss's son, but he was strong and a martial artist, and he worked more skillfully than an ordinary worker.

Such a situation would never be seen in Guanlong. These boatmen and servants are considered untouchables in the eyes of their employers.

If you are not whipped by the supervisor while working, it is already a blessing from the employer.

Su Meir walked back and forth in the water.

Soaking your feet in cold water can calm people down, but Su Meir's mind is still in a mess.

“Huh?…”

Su Meir heard a buzzing sound and looked over. It was Ma Zhan shooting arrows.

Practicing archery during the day could no longer satisfy Ma Zhan. A month ago, Ma Zhan started practicing positioning by sound, which he called blind sniping.

As soon as Su Meir showed up, Ma Zhan's arrow was pointed at her.

"Tiger~"

Mengyao shouted quickly, and Ma Zhan also saw clearly that the person coming was Su Meir.

He put away his bow and arrow and said unhappily, "Why are you wandering around here if you don't want to recover?"

Su Meir didn't expect that this little devil would practice so hard. He was already at the sixth level when he was just over ten years old. He was truly gifted.

"Ahem~, Master Xiaohu, I have something I want to ask you. I wonder if you can help Mei'er solve her problem."

Su Meir's voice was melodious and particularly pleasant in this quiet night.

"Buzz~, buzz~."

Ma Zhan didn't stop practicing archery. "If you want to ask, just ask. You bitch, are you trying to seduce me?"

Su Meir said after a brief silence.

"Master Xiaohu, do you think there's something wrong with Young Master Wang San? What did Mr. Huolong in the tent mean when he said my master takes himself too seriously?"

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." The arrows in Ma Zhanjian's bag were all shot out.

"Help me pick up the arrow, and I'll tell you."

Su Mei'er's heart was filled with a thousand alpaca horses, "Pick it up, little bastard, when I recover, I will make you pay."

Su Meir brought back a bundle of arrows with a resentful look. Meng Yao rearranged the formation for Ma Zhan to practice archery. Ma Zhan put the arrows in the arrow naan and continued to practice.

"Lady Saint, before I answer you, I have a question for you.

What's the relationship between the Stonemason Association, Qingyi Gang, and Guifanlou that you mentioned during the day and your Moon Worship Sect?"

"There is competition but also cooperation, and we usually keep to ourselves."

"How are their strengths compared to yours?"

"Even if the three forces were combined, they couldn't match the strength of a single large hall of the Holy Church."

"Then the leaders of the three factions must have lost their minds and attacked your Xijing business at the same time.

I killed your disciples, and I chased you for a whole day just to kill you."

"Yeah, why are the three of them..."

Ma Zhan kept shooting arrows and talking non-stop.

"After you went to Chang'an, why were some of your Moon Worshiping Sect disciples thrown into the government jail?

Why didn't they kill you as soon as you approached the city, but waited until you had gathered some disciples before launching a surprise attack on you?

Why is it such a coincidence that you would escape all the way to the foot of Haruma Mountain?

What's even more coincidental is that the Third Young Master Wang just came down the mountain to collect herbs, and he happens to be able to detoxify you and heal your injuries. Why...

Ma Zhan's series of whys caught Su Mei'er off guard. "Why didn't I expect there were so many whys?"

Talking does not affect horse fighting and archery practice.

The whizzing sound of flying arrows accompanied by Ma Zhan's voice was very rhythmic.

"Have you ever met the head of a noble family in Guanlong? Have any of them married a woman from Jianghu?

Isn't there a woman around Wang Zhengben who is prettier and more skilled in martial arts than you?

Do you think the future leader of a prominent family will do anything for love?

Do you think he really helped the Moon Worship Sect for you? You...

After he finished speaking, the naan was empty.

"The arrow is gone. Go pick it up. While you're at it, think about these problems."

Su Mei'er rolled her eyes and said, "I'm not your slave. I can do it even if I sit here."

Ma Zhan chuckled, "Moving around helps with blood circulation in your brain. If you keep thinking like that, you'll only get more confused."

Su Meir: I... really want to beat you to death.

The clever Su Meir was criticized by Ma Zhan as being useless.

Su Meir picked up the arrows silently, her mood had reached rock bottom.

The Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult was being played around with by others. She was unwilling to believe it and still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Su Meir took the arrow back and asked again without giving up.

"Mr. Wang San's feelings for me..."

"Haha, would I let Mengyao work in the Laoshan bandit camp?"

Ma Zhan carried the arrow bag on his back and the arrow flew out again.

Su Meir stood there blankly, and Ma Zhan's words wiped out Su Meir's last hope.

At this time, none of the three people present spoke.

Silence seems to be the best state.

Not long after, Ma Zhan's arrow basket was empty again, and Su Meir took the initiative to pick up the arrows.

Ma Zhan looked at her lonely back and couldn't help but sigh.

"As expected of a Saint of the Demonic Cult, she's mentally strong."

After a while, Ma Zhan loaded arrows into the arrow bag while looking at Su Meir with approval.

"The Saint Lady's performance is somewhat unexpected."

Su Mei'er said in a dull tone, "Am I going to cry my heart out?"

Ma Zhan laughed at Su Meir for being brainless, mainly because Su Meir was confused by her own situation. It didn’t mean she was really stupid. She was strong enough inside.

Accompanied by the buzzing sound of the bowstring, Su Meir asked the next question.

"Why do you say my master takes himself too seriously?"

"What's your master's rank?"

"A second-grade junior master is only a hair's breadth away from a grand master."

"Who is in charge of the Moon Worship Cult?"

"The various hall masters and elders of the sect."

“What if they don’t obey?”

"The sect has its own rules. In the worst cases, the Moonstone will drain your life force."