Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Compared to Ma Zhan, Ma Zhongtong lived a much more comfortable life.

Give Ma Zhan a beating every morning, just enough time for him to recover in a day.

Then he went down the mountain with Ma Wu, visited several aristocratic families in Yanzhaojun, had a drink and chatted for a while.

If you calculate the time and find that he won't be back for a day or two, then beat Ma Zhan harder to give him a few more days to recover.

This way, he could avenge Ma Zhan's ridicule on him, help him practice martial arts, and keep him in Penglai Temple.

While preventing him from getting into trouble, he was also protecting Ma Zhan in disguise, achieving three goals at one stroke.

Finally, under Ma Zhan's earnest pleading, Ma Zhongtong agreed to let Ma Zhan go out for a walk on the Qingming Festival, but only within the Penglai Mountain area.

Ma Zhan finally escaped from the hateful Penglai Temple and breathed the air of freedom between the mountains and the sea.

As expected of a Taoist fairy mountain, Penglai Mountain exudes a sense of agility and beauty everywhere.

It should be the way of inaction that Taoist Wu practices. He will not restrict anyone from going to Penglai Mountain.

Therefore, Penglai Mountain has become a good place for spring outings.

Occasionally, Ma Zhan would meet famous scholars from Yanzhao in the mountains and discuss academic matters with them, and there would also be wealthy families coming to visit.

Ma Zhan, Meng Yao and Guo Shanfeng came all the way to Guanhai Pavilion, a sacred scenic spot in Penglai Mountain.

Here you can overlook the endless sea, which makes people feel open-minded and forget the trivialities of daily life in an instant.

Legend has it that there was a land immortal who was moved by the sight of the waves crashing against the rocks here.

He was attracted by the location of Guanhai Pavilion and wanted to settle down here, practice while watching the sea, and flattened the entire mountain with one sword.

At first, people called this place Guanhaiping. The land immortal built a pavilion on the big square, and gradually this place became Guanhai Pavilion.

At some point, famous people or powerful practitioners from all over the world came here and built pavilions for themselves.

Penglai Temple has always governed Penglai Mountain with a non-action approach, so whoever wants to build can do so.

Gradually, more and more pavilions appeared.

To this day, there are hundreds of pavilions on Guanhai Pavilion.

Although they are all privately built, perhaps it is easier for people to be open-minded here, and the owner of the pavilion does not mind others using the pavilion to rest and watch the sea.

Ma Zhan and the other two randomly found a pavilion with a stone table and stone benches inside.

After Guoshanfeng set up lunch, he couldn't wait to see the sea.

Ma Zhan has no interest in watching the sea. To be honest, he almost vomited after watching the sea in his previous life.

Ma Zhan’s mind was on food, and he had to admit that the wild boar meat from Penglai Mountain was truly delicious.

Maybe it’s because I eat spiritual fruits and drink spiritual springs every day.

The eleven-year-old Ma Zhan was eating and drinking, with mouthfuls of wine and mouthfuls of meat. When he was slightly tipsy, two people came to the pavilion where they were.

"Young brother Ma, I have a pot of fine wine from the Western Regions. Would you like to drink with me?"

Ma Zhan looked up and saw that the person who was speaking was a young man of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

He was dressed in white, with a jade belt around his waist. He had a fair and tender complexion, and a heroic air between his eyebrows. I don't know whose family this nobleman came from.

Behind the young man in white was an old servant. The old servant was hunched and thin, and was about the same height as the underage young man.

But there was a gleam in his bright eyes that made people dare not look directly at him.

The old servant was holding a wine jug in his hand. The style of the wine jug was similar to the wine jugs used in Europe during the Roman period.

It seems that it is not a product of the Central Plains.

Ma Zhan didn't know who the visitor was or what his intentions were. Recalling the immortal cultivation novels in his previous life, this kind of plot usually didn't end well.

But since others are so polite, I can't help but give them face.

"Please take a seat..."

The young man in white was not pretentious. He lifted his robe and sat opposite Ma Zhan, and looked into his eyes.

"Little brother, don't you want to come to this sea-viewing pavilion to see the tide?"

"There's nothing interesting about the tide; it's just a normal natural phenomenon."

The young man in white waved his folding fan and smiled.

"That's true."

Ma Zhan saw the young man in white waving his folding fan and felt that he was elegant and easy-going, truly worthy of the word "gentleman".

'I just don't know if he's a scumbag.'

The young man in white greeted the old servant.

"Uncle Tian, pour the wine and let the little brother taste it."

The old servant took out two luminous cups from his arms and placed them on the stone table. Bright red liquid flowed out of the ceramic wine pot.

Against the backdrop of the light green luminous cup, it is less glamorous and more gentle.

Ma Zhan picked up the luminous cup and shook it gently in front of his eyes.

"The wine is sweet and the cup is luminescent; the pipa music urges me to drink. Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield; how many men have ever returned from battle?

"Sir, you have really good taste~."

As soon as Ma Zhan finished speaking, the eyes of the young man in white suddenly lit up, and the old servant behind him also stared at Ma Zhan curiously.

Ma Zhan underestimated the stimulation his casual pretentious recitation of poetry could have on others.

The young man in white seemed a little excited after listening to Ma Zhan's poem.

The performance of "Jianghu" at the banquet was already amazing enough.

Later, the sentence "Just because I am in this mountain" is even more thought-provoking. With this sentence, Wu Laodao broke through the cruelty of leeches in one fell swoop.

Just one glass of wine is a timeless quatrain.

What kind of genius is this child, or is it that Aunt Yuehua taught him well?

The young man in white suppressed his inner trembling and spoke.

"What you chant casually is a quatrain that will be passed down through the ages. You are truly a man of great talent, little brother."

Ma Zhan drank the whole glass of wine in one gulp and smacked his lips at the bitter taste.

"Let's cut the business and get straight to the point. Finish your drink, I'll go first.

I am Xia Mazhan, son of Ma San, a retainer of the Qingshui Marquisate."

The young man in white admired Ma Zhan's free and easy style.

"My name is Zhao Hui, the legitimate son of the Prince of Jin."

"Fuck! The Emperor's grandson."

Ma Zhan looked at Zhao Hui in surprise. What was going on? Why was the King of Jin's son running to Penglai Mountain?

Prince Jin and the Ma family are political enemies. Is this guy really here to cause trouble for him?

"Grandson of the Emperor, Prince Jin? Should I bow to you?"

As soon as Ma Zhan said this provocative remark, Uncle Tian's eyes instantly became sharp and his aura spread.

As long as he thought about it, he could break Ma Zhan's neck.

At the same time, Mengyao and Guoshanfeng also stood behind Ma Zhan.

Zhao Hui laughed.

"Prince? That's my brother."

Zhao Hui spoke with contempt, and it was obvious that the contempt was directed at himself.

This strong sense of self-mockery implies his dissatisfaction with his own fate.

Although he is the legitimate son, he is not the eldest son.

He had to live his entire life under the shadow of his father and brother. The cultivation resources and political resources of the Prince of Jin's Mansion were given priority to his biological brother.

Ma Zhan poured himself a glass of wine and said, "Welcome to Dongshan Road."

After Zhao Hui and Ma Zhan clinked glasses, they did not drink, but spoke.

"Brother Ma Zhan, you misunderstood. I came to Penglai Academy when I was ten years old, and now it has been three years.

It should be me, welcoming you to Penglai Mountain."

Ma Zhan didn't care about the battle for home court. He drank the wine in the glass and expressed his agreement with Zhao Hui's words.

Zhao Hui also smiled slightly and drank the wine in the glass.

After a brief verbal test, Ma Zhan did not feel any ill will from Zhao Hui.

In fact, Zhao Hui had no ill intentions.

He just wanted to see what was so different about this child that the Ma family valued so much.