Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

After Ma Zhan woke up, Yun Zhaiyue spoke respectfully.

"Sir, could you please give this song to me?"

Ma Zhan rolled his eyes in his heart. He doesn’t want to call me brother anymore?

I’m giving it to you as a gift. Why should I give it to you? Is it because you’re a big bootlicker?

What good will it do me if I give it to you?

"I paid for this song."

When Ma Zhan said this, the Confucian scholars present were once again upset. This kid was truly a money-grubber. He actually exchanged such an unearthly song for something vulgar.

Yun Zhaiyue also frowned, "Young Master, I think that pornographic and white things have tainted this song."

"Haha, you come to Penglai to play a song, is it free?"

Clouds cover the moon:...

"It's really both a role and a position..."

Yun Zhaiyue's face turned dark in an instant. Although she didn't know what it meant to be both a hypocrite and a hypocrite, she knew that it was definitely not a good thing to say.

"What are you talking about, little bastard?"

"Mr. Yun, you truly are a great man..."

Yun Zhaiyue stopped pretending and said, "Tell me how much I want to pay for your song."

Yun Zhaiyue is not stupid. Since there is a price, he will buy it quickly. This song is enough to be passed down through the ages and make him famous in the world.

Ma Zhan extended his index finger and said, "One hundred thousand taels of gold, just cash, no deposit."

"Are you kidding me?"

Yun Zhaiyue's face turned red and white. What does one hundred thousand taels of gold mean?

The entire annual tax revenue of Yanzhao Jun was only 40,000 to 50,000 taels of gold, less than half of the 100,000 taels of gold.

Who can come up with 100,000 taels of gold? Even if he can, who would carry 100,000 taels of gold on him?

Ma Zhan scratched his head and asked with his big innocent eyes blinking.

"Why, it's not worth the price?"

The song "A Laugh in the Ocean" is priceless, far exceeding the value of one hundred thousand taels of gold.

Some fame cannot be bought with money, just like Ma Zhongtong, who roamed the world for twenty years.

There may be people in the world who don’t know about Qingshuihou Mansion, but everyone knows Mr. Huolong.

No matter where he went, the government, the underworld, and all kinds of people would welcome him.

This kind of intangible wealth cannot be measured by money.

If Yun Zhaiyue could sign "A Laugh in the Sea", what he would get would be far more valuable than 100,000 taels of gold.

"I, I can't afford that much money."

Yun Zhaiyue's expression changed from anger to pitiful. Her surrender aroused the desire to protect her among the Confucian scholars of Penglai Academy.

"I am Cui Ming from the Hejian Cui family. I would like to provide three thousand taels of silver to the Yun family."

"I am Du Ziteng from Daming Prefecture, and I have six thousand taels of silver."

"I am Jiao Guoxing (Jiao Guoning). We brothers have five thousand taels of silver."

. . . .

Ma Zhan listened to the offers that came one after another, just like the crazy fans in his previous life who were voting for their own brother.

But this is real money, and these Confucian scholars are all rich second-generations.

Yun Zhaiyue's face remained calm, but she was probably very happy in her heart.

"Hmph~, I, the Yun family, am not going to take my name lightly."

Since I have planned to cause trouble for you, how can I let you give me the general?

Ma Zhan ignored the Confucian scholars who were still bidding, but nodded to Kong Xiaoru.

"Mr. Kong, your academy is truly well-educated, and the students are truly helpful."

Kong Xiaoru, whose face had already been gloomy, scolded loudly.

"What kind of place is a brothel? A brothel? The one who just bid the price is to copy the 'Director's Instructions' ten times."

The Confucian scholars who were shouting happily just now became obedient in an instant. Those who could enter Penglai Academy were basically children of aristocratic families, and they were all arrogant.

But in front of Mr. Kong Xiaoru, a third-rank Confucian scholar, everyone was as honest as a good baby.

After Kong Xiaoru scolded his student, he actually performed a scholar's salute to Ma Zhan.

"My dear friend, I feel that your poem leaves something to be desired, and there should be a second half.

I wonder if you can give me some advice. I am willing to write for you in this bamboo forest.

Thanks to your poem, my little bamboo forest has become famous from today on."

Ma Zhan admired Kong's high emotional intelligence and the respectful attitude of this great scholar towards him.

It directly stated that the Purple Bamboo Forest would become famous because of this poem, which really gave enough face.

Ma Zhan gave Yun Zhaiyue a look, 'They are both asking for help, look at them.

How do the great scholars of the time operate? Look at you, you just open your mouth and say it.'

"Mr. Kong, I just used up all my internal energy, so I didn't finish reading the poem.

I am so lucky to have this poem written in your bamboo forest."

Everyone knows how to flatter; it was a compulsory course in the previous life.

Kong Xiaoru held a wolf-hair brush, found a relatively smooth rock, and carved two lines of poetry on the stone with a few strokes.

"Fuck, what a master!" Ma Zhan said the last two sentences.

"Sword in hand, horseback riding, raining ghosts, bones whitened like mountain birds startled and flying. The world is like a tide, people are like water, I only sigh that few people return to the world."

As Kong Xiaoru put his pen to paper, a seven-character poem was neatly carved on the stone.

It perfectly shows the life of a man of the world.

The young man, who had just come out of his career, had lofty ambitions and considered himself a prominent figure in the world. He longed for great ambitions, fine wine and beautiful women.

After being in the underworld for decades and experiencing countless life and death situations, I found that I am just a drop of water in the world.

Kong Xiaoru put away the wolf-hair brush and spoke respectfully to Ma Zhan.

"Young friend, at such a young age, you have such a thorough understanding of the martial arts world. This must be due to Master Ma's guidance."

As expected of a cultured person, he even questioned my plagiarism in such a cultured way.

Yun Zhaiyue was secretly delighted, "I was wondering how this little bastard could write such a poem. It must have been written by Master Ma."

"This kid is quite cunning. Let me tell you a few stories from Jianghu. He was able to write this poem. It's his own ability."

Ma Zhongtong spoke and directly broke Kong Xiaoru's doubts. No one would doubt his words, and no one dared to doubt them.

Ma Zhan said modestly,

"Haha, what a coincidence, what a coincidence."

Yun Zhaiyue saw that Kong Xiaoru left the poem in the Purple Bamboo Forest with just a few words, and decided to follow his example.

"Sir, your song..."

"Stop it."

Ma Zhan interrupted Yun Zhaiyue and said, "Everyone, go and gather the money quickly. I heard that your suitors are almost done with their money as well."

Clouds cover the moon:...

"Of course, if Master Yun feels that this is unbecoming of a master, I have another solution."

"What method?" Yun Zhaiyue asked tentatively.

"Promise yourself to me, but you can only be my concubine."

Taoist Wu, who was drinking and watching the show, spat out a mouthful of wine, almost spraying it on Ma Zhongtong's face.

'What is this kid talking about? What kind of vicious words are these?

He dared to say that he wanted Yun Zhaiyue to be his concubine. Wasn't he afraid of being beaten to death by these Confucian scholars?

Taoist Wu looked at Ma Zhongtong and said, "This kid is your son, right?"

Ma Zhongtong spread his hands and said, "I don't have a son, do you still want to adopt him?"

Taoist Wu quickly waved his hands, saying that he dared to cause such trouble at this age.

If I accept him as my apprentice, Penglai Mountain will be in chaos because of him.