Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 212 Entering Shu, meeting a handsome man from Puyang

"Uh~"

Ma Zhan suppressed his smile. After all, he was going abroad, so it was better to keep a low profile.

"Brother, I wonder what you are doing..."

Seeing that Ma Zhan's tone was quite respectful, the little fat man calmed down and said:

"Little brother, let your horse move aside. It's stepping on my sword."

"Oh well."

Ma Zhan pulled the horse directly to the wild field on the side of the road and went back to take a look.

It turned out that the precious sword under the horse's hoof had sunk into the ground by itself, with only a finger-knuckle-long hilt sticking out.

The little fat man walked to the hilt of the sword, stood still, held his head high and chest out, put his left hand behind his back, and pointed his right hand at the hilt.

"Get up~"

Ma Zhan looked at the fat boy and said, "Holy crap, what a master! Is this sword control?" Then he looked at the hilt of the sword, which didn't move at all.

. . . . . .

The little fat man changed his position, this time he made a sword gesture with his hands, closed his eyes slightly, muttered something, and then opened his eyes.

"Get up~"

The hilt still didn't respond.

Ma Zhan had been watching the little fat boy's performance, and the little fat boy scratched his ears awkwardly.

Then he stomped his feet, and a wave of air spread out in all directions. He squatted down, raised his butt, and made a sword gesture with both hands.

"Get up, get up, you bastard, get up."

Ma Zhan covered his face, unable to bear to watch. "What kind of swordsmanship is this? It even includes curse words. It's nothing."

The fat man finally gave up, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to draw his sword.

He looked at Ma Zhan squatting on the side of the road and said:

"Brother, come and help me."

"Uh~"

Seeing how the little fat boy behaved just now, Ma Zhan didn't want to pay much attention to him now.

However, the little fat man's accent was pure Shu dialect. Ma Zhan thought that maybe the little fat man could help him find the way or something, so he walked over.

As soon as Ma Zhan saw the hilt of the sword, he knew that this sword was no ordinary item.

This official road, compacted with rammed earth, can penetrate so deep that an ordinary sword certainly cannot do it.

Ma Zhan tried and said, "Brother, it's only this little bit, it's hard to do it."

The little fat boy scratched his head and said, "Yeah, otherwise, let's dig the road."

Ma Zhan was really stunned by this clever idea. "That's not appropriate. This is a government road. If we dig up the road, what will happen if someone sprains their horse's hoof?"

"Yeah, what should I do then?"

Ma Zhan couldn't think of any good solution, so the two of them just stood in the middle of the road like fools.

"Get up~"

Ma Zhongtong's voice was heard, and the sword flew out from the ground with a "whoosh", circled on the top of the small palace, and then quickly flew towards Ma Zhan and the little fat man.

The little fat boy was so scared that he screamed "Wow!" and dodged. Ma Zhan activated his Chixia Qi and stretched out his left hand to put the sword into Shang Jun Fangsheng first.

The sword stopped in mid-air just an inch away from Ma Zhan's left hand.

"what?"

Ma Zhan tried again and found that Shang Jun Fangsheng was ineffective against the sword.

He put away his left hand, then grasped the hilt of the sword, and the sword lost Ma Zhongtong's control.

Ma Zhan weighed the sword in his hand; it was quite heavy. Looking at the patterns on the sword, there was no trace of processing, completely natural. He felt that this sword was even better than Ma Jiu's.

The fat boy came to his senses, straightened his clothes, stood up straight, made sword-pointing gestures with both hands, one hand above and the other below, and performed a unique sword-pointing salute towards the small palace.

"Disciple Puyang Yingjun, thank you, senior."

Ma Zhan looked at the fat boy's round face and thought to himself.

'Puyang is handsome, tell me yourself, are you handsome?'

Perhaps he was intimidated by Ma Zhongtong's strength in the small palace. Puyang Yingjun politely gave Ma Zhan a sword-pointing salute and said:

"My name is Puyang Yingjun, what's your name, little brother?"

Ma Zhan switched the sword to his right hand, clasped his fists and said, "I am Ma Hu."

Ma Zhan took the sword in his hand and handed it to Puyang Yingjun.

Puyang Yingjun took back his sword and said to it nervously:

"Xiao San'er, Xiao San'er, why don't you listen?"

After saying that, Puyang Yingjun picked up the sword. Ma Zhan saw that the sword disappeared, and it must have been put into the storage space.

Ma Zhan didn't ask any further questions and was sure that the little fat boy's family should be well off.

"Brother Yingjun, how did you get your... "Xiao San'er" stuck in the ground, and it was stuck so deep."

Puyang Yingjun scratched his ears and said awkwardly:

"I was practicing flying with a sword, and I didn't see the road clearly, so I accidentally ran towards the official road. Don't mention it, I fell and my whole body was in pain."

"Fly with a sword, you can fly with a sword."

Ma Zhan widened his eyes. It was so exciting. It was one of men’s dreams. Who doesn’t want to be a flying sword immortal?

The main thing is that he is handsome, which doubles his chances of deceiving girls.

Ma Zhan's exaggerated reaction frightened Puyang Yingjun, who felt a little guilty. He thought of the senior in the carriage and then looked at Ma Zhan's expression.

Puyang Yingjun thought Ma Zhan was scolding him and insulting Yu Jian Feixing. He said awkwardly:

"I didn't want to, but as soon as I started flying, I felt dizzy, nauseous, and uncomfortable, so I crashed to the ground."

"Fuck you, I've seen people get seasick, carsick, and airsick, but this is the first time I've seen someone get sick from flying swords."

In order to avoid being scolded by Ma Zhan again, Puyang Yingjun immediately changed the subject.

"From your accent, you don't sound like a Shu person. Where are you from?"

Ma Zhan replied, "Liang State, Qingshui Commandery, heading to Mount Emei."

Puyang Yingjun asked, "Is that the senior from Mount Emei in the carriage?"

Ma Zhan waved his hand and said, "No, it was given to me by my elders.

By the way, Brother Yingjun, I’m not familiar with this place. Do you know where there is a bookstore?

I want to buy a few books about Shu folk customs and read them in advance to avoid being unaware of the customs and causing trouble.

Puyang Yingjun laughed heartily, "Little brother, why would you buy a book when you meet me? There is nothing in Shu that I don't know.

How about this, my home is not far up here in Chaotian County, so you can stay overnight at my house tonight.

Brother, if you have anything you want to know, just ask me. If I don’t know something, I’ll ask my father. If my father doesn’t know, I’ll ask my grandfather. That’s much better than reading a book.”

This little fat guy is so friendly. Ma Lujun pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Yingjun, wait a moment. I..."

"Go~"

Ma Zhongtong gave instructions directly to Ma Zhan, and Ma Zhan immediately changed his words.

"Brother Yingjun, I will respectfully obey your orders."

"Hahaha~Okay, little brother, come, I'll take you there with my flying sword. Xiao San'er is very fast."

Seeing Puyang Yingjun take out his sword, Ma Zhan quickly waved his hand and said, "Let's take my carriage and talk while we walk."

"Okay~" Puyang Yingjun retracted his sword, put his arm around Ma Zhan's shoulders, and the two walked towards the small palace.

When he was three steps away from the small palace, Puyang Yingjun saluted it with his sword pointing.

"Forgive me, Senior. I am Puyang Yingjun and I am sorry for disturbing you."

Ma Zhan looked at Puyang Yingjun, who was very polite, and then thought about his sword.

It is basically concluded that this little fat boy must be from a wealthy family.