Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 147 Qi Changcheng left a message, be a kind person

The words on the notice at the entrance of Jixia Academy have changed.

“Those who discuss the Dao, fight on horseback.

Discussing Taoism, agriculture, chess, mathematics, martial arts...

Three levels have been passed."

Jingtai Lan: "Hurry up and invite all the courtesans, prostitutes, and dancers that can be hired in Sanzi Prefecture..."

Ma Zhongtong: "Brother Jing, please open your face."

Ma Wu: "Fortunately, my generational status has been preserved."

Ma Qi: "Hurry back to Qingshui."

Ma Jiu: "Why are you going back to Qingshui?"

Ma Qi: "Escape... notify Princess Yuehua."

Wang Changxun: "Junior Master is truly a remarkable person."

Li Tai: "It was worth the trip."

Mengyao: "I told you, you can do it."

. . . . . .

Unlike the bustling crowd at the gate of Jixia Academy, Ma Zhan was quietly watching a bamboo building on the top of Zhushan Mountain.

Zhushan is named after this bamboo building.

It is said that this bamboo building was built when Jixia Academy was founded.

After thousands of years of wind and rain, the bamboo house is still emerald green.

Looking at the bamboo building, Ma Zhan felt his soul was purified.

"Why is it so green?"

In the small courtyard below the bamboo building, Xun Jijiu sat on a bamboo chair and tapped the bamboo table gently.

"Come and sit down. You are waiting for me to invite you."

Ma Zhan was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.

He ran a few steps to sit down opposite the chief priest, and said with a chuckle.

"The libation is really humorous."

Xun Jijiu ignored Ma Zhan's dry humor, poured Ma Zhan a cup of tea, and spoke slowly.

"It's been eleven years, and the number of people who have passed the three levels of Taoism is getting younger and younger."

Ma Zhan was not polite and drank the tea in the bamboo cup in one gulp.

He thought to himself, 'Eleven years, I'm only a little over eleven, is that a coincidence?'

Ma Zhan put down the bamboo cup, thinking that Xun Jijiu would refill it according to the etiquette of hospitality.

Unexpectedly, Xun Jijiu stood up and walked into the bamboo building.

Xun Jijiu talked as he walked.

"Tea's done, now go to the Great Wall and leave your mark."

Leaving quietly would not be consistent with Ma Zhan's personality.

“Is this the end?

Mr. Jijiu, I have spent almost a month's effort just to have a cup of tea?

It’s really hard to drink this tea.”

Xun Jiji nodded: "It is indeed a bit shameless. So, drinking my tea is still treating you unfairly?"

Ma Zhan feels that we can negotiate, and if we can negotiate, we don’t want any benefits.

"Mr. Jijiu, you can't say I'm being treated unfairly.

It would be best if you could give me eight or ten treasures to protect me."

Xun Jijiu sneered.

“Haha… Not only shameless, but also quite greedy.

I want a treasure... Sorry, I don't have any."

Ma Zhan was choked.

"I...

Could you please not be so humorous?"

Xun Jijiu went straight into the bamboo building and the bamboo door closed automatically.

Ma Zhan felt that he had suffered a great loss, so he decided to make one last effort.

So Ma Zhan spoke loudly to the bamboo building.

"Mr. Jijiu, you don't want the treasure, can you ask me a question?"

"explain."

"There's a legendary junior sister in Jixia Academy. What kind of person is your ninth disciple?"

"woman."

"I'm..."

Ma Zhan felt that he was being fooled. There was no evidence yet that his junior sister was indeed a woman.

When Ma Zhan wanted to give up, Xun Jijiu's question came from the bamboo building.

"What did you ask her for?"

Ma Zhan answered loudly.

"He's quite popular in the academy. Isn't he stunningly beautiful, with a curvy figure...

Isn’t she a great beauty?”

“Greedy, shameless, and lustful.

I kind of regret giving you tea. Go away."

"what..."

Ma Zhan, who was just sitting on a bamboo chair, is now hanging on the Great Wall of Qi.

As he struggled to break free from the city wall, Ma Zhan suddenly felt as if his stomach was on fire.

His first reaction was, "Is there poison in the tea?"

After struggling for a few seconds, Ma Zhan fainted.

Then, a severe pain made him sometimes clear and sometimes confused.

When he woke up, he felt someone cutting open his chest and breaking his ribs, without any anesthesia.

When his consciousness was blurred, it seemed as if there were several voices whispering in his ears.

"I said, he can do it."

"Is the path of a warrior suitable for him?"

"It's perfect. Without destruction, there is no construction. It couldn't be more perfect."

"What he had in mind was different from what we expected."

"He is our choice. As for what to do, that is his choice. There is no difference."

"Shall we begin?"

"I hope he can handle it."

"With the cup of tea from the libation, it should be fine."

. . . .

As the sound became increasingly blurred, Ma Zhan completely lost consciousness.

About half an hour later, Ma Zhan opened his eyes with difficulty.

He had just had a dream in which he was dissected by a group of crazy doctors.

Lying on the operating table, he vaguely saw a pair of hands taking out his still beating heart from his body.

His lungs were being torn apart by something.

Finally, it was his ribs that were broken so forcefully that he could even hear the sound of the bones breaking.

After waking up, Ma Zhan sat at the foot of the Great Wall of Qi in a daze, looking around vigilantly.

At the same time, he carefully looked inside his body, fearing that some parts were missing.

After taking a long time to relax and making sure that there was no danger around him and that he had all his parts, Ma Zhan stood up and went to study the ruins of the Qi Great Wall.

It's just a section of the Great Wall of a few miles. Apart from being a little shabby and having some graffiti written on it, there's nothing special about it.

Ma Zhan carefully studied the words, paintings, and symbols engraved on the Great Wall.

Although he couldn't understand most of it, he still read it very carefully.

What if there are some martial arts secrets or methods of cultivating immortality hidden in here?

Ma Zhan studied, thought and associated carefully.

Finally... he gave up.

I really don’t understand what the previous people who discussed Taoism were like, and what they left behind?

'I couldn't understand it, so I wrote it down and showed it to Mengyao.

She is a talented array master and always has something to gain...'

Ma Zhan began to use charcoal to carefully reproduce every symbol on the Great Wall.

Xun Jijiu, who was sitting by the window of the bamboo building, twitched his beard and thought to himself.

"My dear predecessors, have you chosen the wrong person..."

The sun was about to set, and Ma Zhan was satisfied that he had finished copying the symbols on the Great Wall.

With the mentality of copying the secret book, he checked it again.

"Hey... which idiot carved a big human figure on the wall...

Oh my god, this can’t be me.”

Ma Zhan looked at the human-shaped mark on the city wall, which was left by Xun Jijiu throwing it at him just now.

"After all, I'm a Daoist who has passed three levels. Shouldn't I save face?"

In addition to the human form left behind passively, Ma Zhan decided to actively leave some marks of his own.

This is the recognition of the chief priest, and only a few people in each era have this opportunity.

"What to leave behind?...

Been here? ... No, that's too cliché.

Write a poem? . . . Too many words would easily expose my ugly handwriting . . . "

Looking at the little man on the wall, Ma Zhan had an idea.

A moment later, a few words appeared next to the Qi Changcheng figure:

“Be a kind person.”