Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Ma Zhan looked up and thought, this is not the same as the script. Shouldn't the bandit on guard be in the house bragging and drinking? Why is he climbing a tree?

He yelled, "You little thief, go get your boss to come and surrender to me, or I'll chop you up."

Even if the script deviated, Ma Zhan was not afraid. In the past few years of traveling through time, the entire Weiweijun had never seen or heard of any bandits.

There are probably a few refugees in this village who have fled from somewhere and have come here to rule the mountain.

The bandit on guard didn't seem angry, but instead laughed obscenely.

"If you don't leave, I'll beat you until you call me grandpa."

The next moment, the bandit sentry flew over and pounced on Ma Zhan.

"Fuck, he's a master."

Ma Lu hesitated, lowered his body, and took advantage of the momentum to roll forward to avoid the attack.

Before he could stand firm, the second attack from the bandit sentry came.

"Pa~" The willow branch in the bandit's hand hit Ma Zhan's butt.

Ma Zhan screamed in pain and almost cried.

Maybe this bandit was a kind person. He used a willow branch in his hand to whip Ma Zhan's butt every time. Ma Zhan was beaten so hard that he began to doubt his life.

Ma Zhan thought to himself, "The cultivators hired by the wealthy people in Qingshui City didn't hurt me when they hit me, but why does this guy's willow stick whipping me hurt so much?"

The bandit was flying around, and Ma Zhan couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

As soon as he swung the axe, willow branches came over and Ma Zhan could no longer bear the blow after being hit dozens of times.

Throwing the axe, he shouted

"I was wrong~."

The bandit laughed heartily, walked slowly towards Ma Zhan and said, "You are so brave in admitting your mistakes."

"I can't beat you, so I admit my mistake and act tough. Is there anything wrong with that? Wait until I figure out how to deal with you tonight, and we can fight tomorrow."

"Haha, I'm a bandit, how can I let you go? I'll roast and eat you tonight."

Ma Zhan was stunned. This guy doesn't play by the rules and even eats people.

The bandit took out a rope from his waist and wanted to tie up Ma Zhan.

At the moment when the bandit pressed down on Ma Zhan's shoulder, Ma Zhan grabbed his wrist with his backhand and grinned.

"Caught you."

Then he grasped the bandit's left hand tightly with both hands, leaned back actively, and kicked his legs towards the bandit's abdomen.

The bandit's body drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground.

This sudden change frightened the bandit. He was about to move away, but Ma Zhan was still holding his left hand.

The next moment, he was kicked in the stomach again. The bandit's face changed, "This guy is really strong."

Without thinking, the bandit twitched the willow branch in his right hand and hit Ma Zhan's hand. Ma Zhan grinned and kicked the bandit in the stomach.

The next moment, Ma Zhan felt that the hand he was holding on the bandit was bounced away by something.

Ma Zhan panicked. If the bandit ran away, he would be beaten to death. He gritted his teeth and kicked out with all his strength, hitting the bandit in the chest.

This time the feeling was different from the previous two times. It was like kicking on an iron plate, and the recoil force made his heels numb.

With the help of this reaction force, Ma Zhan rolled several times in a row, and the bandit also slid back several meters.

Ma Zhan took advantage of the situation to create some distance, and using his hands and feet, he ran away without looking back, fearing that the guy would catch up and hit him.

Ma Zhan felt that even rabbits were not as fast as he was, so he ran all the way to the bamboo courtyard.

He was afraid that the bamboo courtyard was not safe either, so he ignored the pain in his buttocks, jumped on his horse and galloped back to the Qingshui Marquis Mansion.

The setting sun cast a soft glow, enveloping the entire Qingshui City. A wealthy businessman, dressed neatly, headed to Hongyue Tower to discuss a major business deal.

The scholars have agreed to meet at Hongxiu Tower tonight to see whose poetry can impress the new courtesan.

The boatmen docked their ships at the port and disembarked from them, heading for brothels of all sizes, hoping to use this crazy night to dilute the misery of drifting on the sea.

The entire Qingshui City is filled with a peaceful and lively atmosphere.

Ma Zhan, the little tiger of Qingshui City, was beaten by willow branches and fled back to the Ma family miserably.

Ma Botong only told him one sentence: "My Ma family will avenge any grudge."

Ma Zhan secretly swore, "Revenge~, I must take revenge on that bandit who beat me with a willow stick."

Yuehua applied some kind of ointment on Ma Zhan's butt. The moment Princess Yuehua's slender fingers dipped the ointment and applied it on Ma Zhan's butt, Ma Zhan felt so comfortable that he wanted to moan.

Lying on Princess Yuehua's eight-step bed, Ma Zhan fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

Ma Botong put down the book in his hand, walked to Yuehua, looked at Ma Zhan with a red mark on his butt, and said something.

"Falling asleep? I heard from Lao Jiu that this guy was quite ruthless and almost broke Guo Shan Feng's ribs with his kick."

Yuehua carefully covered Ma Zhan with a thin blanket, then stood up and walked into the living room with Ma Botong.

Yuehua complained bitterly, "You are so cruel. Hu Zi is only ten years old, and Guo Shanfeng is a sixth-rank master."

Facing Yuehua, Ma Botong never lost his temper and spoke with a smile.

"Ten years old is not young anymore. You are very strict with Jiang'er and He'er. But you are a bit doting on Huzi."

Yuehua's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she only said: "I miss my second brother."

The next day, Ma Zhan woke up early.

Seeing that it was still daybreak, he did not disturb Ma Botong and his wife and ran back to his yard. He saw that his father was already preparing to brush the old horse's hair.

Ma Zhan said, "Dad, stop brushing. After breakfast, I'll take it to Laoshan for a bath."

Ma San saw Ma Zhan, still with a silly smile on his face, and asked with a look of heartache in his eyes.

"Huzi, does your butt still hurt?"

Ma Zhan replied: "I don't know what medicine Princess Yuehua applied to me, but I recovered after a good sleep."

Ma San pulled Ma Zhan and sat under the grape trellis.

"Talk to Dad about the bandits' tactics. Dad can give you some advice."

Ma Zhan looked at his cheap father and felt suspicious.

When Ma Zhan was about one year old, he regained full consciousness.

In his impression, his father only knew how to smile at him and obey his mother's words.

Until I was five years old, my father disappeared.

My mother said that he went out with the head of the family to discuss business. Almost a year later, when my father came back, he had a lame leg. My mother cried for several days out of heartache.

However, my father had a special physique and he almost recovered in just a few months.

Ma Zhan suspected that his seemingly honest father was pretending to be injured to deceive his beautiful mother's tears and concern.

At that time, Ma Zhan was running a high fever. In fact, Ma Zhan knew that his stepfather and several uncles were gone.

He went to the war and his leg was injured on the battlefield.

Later, Ma Zhan asked Ma Qi about the battle they had fought, which was on the River Plains, against the elves in the Western Elf Forest.

Ma Zhan muttered to himself, "My father is the third retainer of the Ma family, so he shouldn't be messing around too."