Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

The words "jianghu cicada catcher" are enough to make the jianghu of Liang State shudder.

But they do not have much deterrent power over the aristocratic families. After all, the Sticking Rod Foreign Affairs Office is not a real Sticking Rod Office.

The fact that the Ma family dared to so brazenly hang the corpse of a cicada catcher at the city gate proves this point.

Although the Sun and Huang families in Changyuan do not have the strength of the Ma family, they still have the foundation of a century-old family.

In the eyes of children from wealthy families like Huang Chengrui, what the cicada catchers do in the underworld are all shameful and dirty things that cannot be seen in public.

Even the one in front of me is just a disgusting eunuch.

Although Huang Chengrui needed help, she couldn't help but look at Sun Junyang's slightly haggard face with disdain.

Since the failed assassination attempt at Luomatan, Sun Junyang has lived in fear every day.

That woman, Lu Zhi, was a lunatic, and Sun Junyang was really afraid of being skinned and having his tendons pulled out.

Whether it was directed at the Ma family or at Ma Zhan personally, in Lu Zhi's heart, Ma Zhan must die.

But Lu Zhi also had her own helplessness. Thirty percent of Liang's territory was conquered by the Ma family. Just based on the military achievements, it was enough for the Ma family to be crowned king.

In this generation, the Ma family had two heroes. Ma Botong married Princess Yuehua, and Ma Zhongtong, who was less than forty years old, had already swept the world.

As fate would have it, on the battlefield, the Guanlong Lu family killed the previous head of the Ma family.

Therefore, the Lu family was very wary of the Ma family.

Unfortunately, the Ma family did not leave any evidence behind, so Lu Zhi really could not make trouble openly.

The power accumulated by the Ma family was growing stronger and stronger, which made Lu Zhi increasingly uneasy.

It was not until the news that Ma Zhan had given birth to an indestructible son that Lu Zhi instantly noticed this ten-year-old child.

If Ma Zhan grows up, he will surpass Ma Zhongtong.

It seemed as if everything was destined by God, and "a prophecy from the funeral attendant of the aristocratic family" became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Lu Zhi decided to nip this threat in the bud.

Lu Zhi’s real helplessness was that assassination had never been a means of struggle for the aristocratic families.

The Liang court has been suppressing the aristocratic families, but none of the ten palace attendants assassinating members of the aristocratic families has ever happened.

There is no need for assassination. This is a tacit understanding that has naturally formed among the aristocratic families over thousands of years, and the royal family is also a member of the aristocratic families.

Lu Zhi could only use her subordinates, Nestle, to do this dirty work. Although the Laoshan bandit stronghold was strong enough to compete with Nestle, there would always be loopholes.

It was not until Luomatan that Ma Zhongtong's strength made Lu Zhi feel powerless.

Lu Zhi didn't know how advanced Ma Zhongtong's cultivation had become. She only knew that the four cicada catchers she sent out were almost wiped out.

The methods of these four people are enough to kill the leader of any sect in Liang State.

The original purpose of Nestlé's existence was to deal with the underworld. As the imperial court centralized power, Nestlé began to deal with local officials.

This means that what Nestlé is really facing are the aristocratic families of Liang State.

After all, in this world, those who can become officials are basically children of aristocratic families.

Nestle is indeed adept at dealing with underworld forces, and the cicada catcher has absolute military suppression.

However, when faced with aristocratic families who have more resources, they seem to be stretched to the limit.

What's more, the person killed this time was protected by Mr. Fire Dragon.

Lu Zhi was a madman, but definitely not a fool.

She was not only the queen who was the mother of the country, but also the head of the Guanlong Lu family.

This rarity is comparable to the existence of terrestrial immortals.

Ever since the news of the failed assassination came, Sun Junyang, the true leader of the martial arts world, has been waiting for the arrival of death in the Nest.

He only wished that when death came, there would be less pain.

Perhaps God was particularly merciful, and what Sun Junyang was waiting for was an order from Lu Zhi.

"You'll keep your skin on your body for now, and go and take care of that brat yourself."

Sun Junyang felt relieved at this moment. The nearly one month of suffering seemed to have made him age by a dozen years.

He kowtowed three times towards the direction of the imperial palace to thank the Queen for her grace, and then gave the token of the Nestle Master to his godson for safekeeping.

On the day of the Spring Equinox, the Lord of the Nestle, who made countless big men in the martial arts world tremble, came out of the east gate of Youzhou City in a green robe and a small hat.

He admired the continuous spring rain and the curling smoke from cooking.

Looking back, he was once one of these people.

Sun Junyang disguised himself as a traveling doctor and traveled along Beihe Road and Dongshan Road for half a month.

He personally visited several major sects controlled by Nestlé.

The Tianjin-Tangcao Gang, the Changzhou Yulong Gang, the Meishan Plum Blossom Gang, the Yishan Yishan School, the Taishan Taishan Sect, etc., are all first-class underworld forces in Beihe Road and Dongshan Road.

In order to kill the young tiger of the Ma family, Sun Junyang mobilized almost half of the martial arts masters from both groups.

I don’t know if it’s worth doing this, let alone if it will succeed.

After all, this is an assassination, and it cannot be done openly.

Regardless of whether this operation succeeds or fails, it means that Nestlé will lose control of Dongshan and Beihe roads for a long time to come.

Because no sect can withstand the Ma family's liquidation.

Even if Ma Zhongtong disdains to fight with these ants, the fierce bandits in the Laoshan bandit camp can cause rivers of blood to flow in both directions.

When Sun Junyang learned about Huang Chengrui's actions, he kowtowed to thank God.

The moment he received the news, he found a retreat for the martial arts sects in Beihe and Dongshan.

The daughter-in-law of the Changyuan Sun family and the daughter of the Huang family hired some underworld figures to kill the child of the Ma family's retainer.

Anyone would think that this was Huang Chengrui's revenge for his son and had nothing to do with Nestlé.

Let these high-ranking aristocratic families fight each other.

The negotiations between the two sides went surprisingly smoothly, and Huang Chengrui agreed to all of Sun Junyang's plans without hesitation.

She had only one request, which was that Ma die in battle.

For Huang Chengrui, he doesn't care who his partner is, nor does he care about the disgusting cicada catchers.

She didn't even care and was dragged by Sun Junyang to take the blame.

In her heart, as long as she can kill Ma Zhan and avenge her son, she won't care about anything else.

Even if the Sun and Huang families suffer a devastating disaster, it doesn't matter.

Qingming Festival is a good day for people to go out for an outing.

Since moving into Penglai Temple, Ma Zhan has never gone out and is forced to practice martial arts every day by Ma Zhongtong.

It was boring enough to be stuck in this Taoist temple, and now he had to be beaten by Ma Zhongtong every day. Ma Zhan was almost going crazy.

The current efficacy of Changchun Gong is similar to that of healing magic, and it can repair both internal and external injuries.

Now Ma Zhongtong had even more reason to fight Ma Zhan, mainly to retaliate against Ma Zhan for mocking him.

Ma Zhan was extremely depressed every day and even wanted to find Taoist Wu to take the Changchun Gong back from his body.

But Taoist Wu never came out after he went into seclusion. Ma Zhan pointed at the stone gate where Taoist Wu was in seclusion and started to talk nonsense.

The central idea is just one sentence, "I wish you die in seclusion in a cave."

The first thing Ma Zhan does when he wakes up every day is to complain about Changchun Kung.

I don’t know which wicked Taoist priest came up with such a stupid martial art like Changchun Gong.

It is only after being injured that the greatest effect can be achieved and the skills can be improved accordingly.

'Isn't this crazy? Why can't you research a technique that allows you to avoid getting hurt while causing others to get hurt?

Do all Taoists have a tendency to self-abuse?

I already have the tendency to develop into a tank, and now I have learned healing. Does this make me a support?

It’s still the kind of support like Lao Niu, who can take a beating and recover.

I want to be an assassin, the kind who can kill one person every ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

Being chic and elegant is every boy’s favorite.

Not the kind of tank that goes up to absorb damage.'