Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Ma Zhan was overjoyed and held the parchment scroll carefully as if it were a treasure.

"Uncle Jiu, please don't lie to me. This must have been created by some divine master, otherwise why would they paint it on sheepskin?

Look how abstract the painting is. This person doesn’t look like a human.

When I master it, it will surely be incredibly powerful, and I can flatten that bandit camp with just one axe."

Ma Jiu was almost choked by Ma Zhan's words. She really admired Ma Zhan's imagination.

After coughing twice, he poured a basin of cold water on Ma Zhan.

“The person who created this axe technique is probably your uncle who is now in the salt field.

The painting was done on sheepskin because there was a war going on and paper was hard to find, and the fireman happened to be slaughtering sheep.

As for the figure in the painting not looking like a human... it's because your uncle's fingers are thicker than a rolling pin, and it's really hard for him to draw like this."

“Fuck…”

They even used the national treasure of horse fighting. This is not the way to fool a child.

"What are you doing with this broken thing? It's too hard to even wipe my butt."

Ma Jiu said sternly, "Don't underestimate this thing. Your uncle used this axe technique to kill generals and seize flags, and he was a great killer on the battlefield."

"Really?" Ma Zhan looked at Ma Jiu doubtfully, "It seems this thing is still somewhat useful. It's a pity to use it to wipe your butt."

After taking a closer look at the strange little man on the sheepskin, he felt more and more that there was something fishy going on.

Ma Jiu moved his head, changed to a more comfortable position, and continued.

"Your uncle has mastered the art of killing and entered the Dao with the battle axe. He doesn't need this axe technique and is still invincible on the battlefield.

I gave you this simply so you can chop down trees faster and avoid being scolded by Princess Yuehua."

"Damn, Ma Laojiu... Goodbye."

Ma Zhan left without looking back, and Ma Jiu chuckled.

"This silly Tiger has a lot of ideas, but they're sometimes clever and sometimes not. He has some of the ruthlessness of the third brother, but he's a bit silly..."

Ma Zhan studied the axe techniques on the parchment scroll as he walked. He was a graduate of a physical education college. Combining scientific training methods, he quickly discovered the trick.

The first move is to swing the axe and use the person as the axis, chopping it out horizontally using inertia.

'It's similar to throwing a hammer.'

The second and third forms follow the same principle as the first form, but the points of force and directions are different.

The second move is a downward chop and an upward chop.

Ma Zhan muttered, "Is this even worth drawing as an axe technique? Don't I know that inertia is more powerful? It's nothing..."

"Cleaning my ears..."

"Gouge out your eyes..."

"Ghost picking teeth..."

Ma Zhan chopped down a tree with three axes, and the pine tree, as thick as a bowl, fell down with a loud bang.

Maybe it was because the axe was so handy or because of his axe techniques, but Ma Zhan felt his heart pounding and his blood seemed to be burning.

"This thing is so cool to use. I guess we can fill up the firewood room in Hongyue Tower tonight."

The axe technique created by Ma Da was named Tiangang Thirty-Six Axes by Ma Zhan.

After spending the whole morning chopping trees in Ma Zhan, I felt like Olaf in his ultimate state, so reckless.

When they returned to the bamboo courtyard at noon, Ma Jiu had already prepared the meal, but he was gone. Ma Zhan was happy to eat alone.

Move the recliner into the bamboo forest and enjoy the hermit life that you have always longed for in your previous life.

With the gurgling stream and the gentle breeze, it is really comfortable to take a nap after a full meal.

When the sun was about to set, Ma Zhan led the old horse to the backyard of Hongyue Tower.

Seeing Little Tiger Master from Qingshui City coming, the owner of Hongyue Tower personally greeted him.

The shopkeeper said with a smile on his face: "Master Xiaohu, you have worked hard. I went to ask Princess Yuehua for mercy, but the princess insisted that you fill the firewood room. Look at the mess this has caused.

Master Xiaohu, please bring some jasmine cakes made in our shop for Madam Shuang'er to try.

There is also the Baihuachun tea brewed by the shop itself, which I will bring to Mr. Ma San.

Ma Zhan looked at the owner of Hongyue Tower, whose mouth was almost grinning from ear to ear, and was so angry that he wanted to slap him twice.

The old man was very wicked, and deliberately arranged for him and his men to cause trouble, so that they could be kicked by Ma Zhan. As long as they were not injured, they could save a lot of money on firewood and straw.

Ma Zhan grabbed the cakes and wine, and slammed the axe into the ground. With a "clang" sound, the shopkeeper trembled with fear.

"If you dare to cheat me again, you old man, I'll chop that useless thing off of you with an axe."

The shopkeeper pretended to be afraid and said, "Master Xiaohu, how dare I cheat you? Those bad guys under me don't listen to me.

I've already given them a death order: if anyone dares to cause trouble on the street again, I'll chop off their claws with my knife."

Seeing the shopkeeper's confident look, Ma Zhan thought to himself, "I don't believe you at all." He took the old horse and left without looking back.

A waiter at Hongyue Tower leaned over and whispered in the shopkeeper's ear,

"Boss, this time Little Tiger brought over 700 kilograms of firewood. And it's all top-quality pine wood, enough to keep us burning for half a month."

The shopkeeper smiled like a cunning fox,

"Hey, tell the guys, give everyone fifty coins tonight and say it's a reward from Master Xiaohu."

After more than ten days, the woodcutters had almost paid back all the firewood they owed.

If I calculate, I can deliver all the firewood to Hongxiu Tower in two more days.

Hongxiulou is the largest and highest-standard brothel in Qingshui City. Although it is called a brothel, it has already exceeded the scope of a brothel.

The firewood room of Hongxiu Tower alone is larger than the firewood rooms of the two largest restaurants, Hongyue Tower and Desheng Tower, combined.

"I finally made it through time, but before I could fully experience the best of traditional culture... the worst part is that I'm forced to go to the backyard to deliver firewood. I really don't know whether to say this or not."

On top of Mount Laoshan, let the old horse graze on its own.

There are nine styles of the Thirty-Six Axes of Tiangang on the sheepskin scroll, and Ma Zhan has already mastered the first six styles.

Aside from the first three, the remaining six didn't conform to the principles of human force generation. Ma Zhan felt quite accomplished at mastering the middle three.

The most uncomfortable ones are the last three, which are completely contrary to science.

Who is a normal person who can learn it? Who is a normal person who can create this axe technique?

"I'll go talk to my uncle in a few days and tell him how the uneducated Ma Da became a master in the army."

"Pick your ears~"

"Eye digging~"

"Ghost picking teeth~"

"Crab walk~"

"Turtle flips over~"

"Wild boar digging for cabbage~"

A series of six moves, each one open and closed, smooth and coherent, full of power, cut the pine tree into pieces.

After six axe blows, Ma Zhan felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, an unbearable restlessness, and a feeling of...

"I wish I could chop down ten more trees~"

Near noon, Ma Zhan tied up the firewood and threw it there.

After some exercise, I prepared to go to the bamboo courtyard to have a meal and take a nap.

Suddenly, the sound of fighting and the rude scolding of several men were heard in the distance.

"Could it be that Wei Weijun has come to suppress the bandits?"

Ma Zhan became very curious and subconsciously moved slowly towards the direction where the fighting sound came from.