Chapter 28: The Genius of Ma Wencai

  The martial artists retreated, and the mountain bandits were stunned. The leader of the group shouted "Wow!" and rushed towards Liangshan. This is the ancestor of all evil things.

  Liáng Shān dodged to one side and made way for a path, pointing with his hand: "Qìng Yú Lóu is over there!"

  The bandit leader almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

  The Mo family and the Wu family withdrew to one side for a friendly consultation, and the explosions of fire arrows and cannons outside immediately stopped. The bandits' charge was immediately ineffective, and both sides killed each other with equal flags.

  On the other side, the sound of killing was continuous, and the Mo family and Wu family were in urgent consultation.

  The two families looked a bit embarrassed in Liangshan's eyes, after all, they had been at odds for ten years. Even the lively Mo Ling didn't speak as freely as usual, her small face was stiff and expressionless. At this time, the middleman of Liangshan played a prominent role.

  Liáng Shān was in a great mood, just then, the grand gate of Qìng Yú Lóu swung open.

  Liáng Shān was shocked, they actually had a second gate. Whoosh, from inside came a string of long spear-wielding soldiers with an aura of murder, led by over ten black vine soldiers. Liáng Shān thought of Chen Si Niang's younger brother Chen Yong, wondering if he was among them.

  The two groups of people parted to either side, and Ma Wencai, clad in armor, emerged with a sword at his waist, looking majestic, but the handsome face seemed to still bear the mark of Liangshan's shoe print.

  Liáng Shān was telling Mò Líng that making an airplane could actually shoot fire from its butt, and the two wings didn't have to be like bird wings, they could consider a dolphin's streamlined body... Not only did Mò Líng and the old man Wǔ Chéngfēng listen with wide eyes, their expressions were just like those of drunkards smelling wine. Just then, an out-of-tune voice sharply rang out: "It's him! Take him down!" Mǎ Wén Cái pointed at Liáng Shān with one hand, speaking in a hateful tone.

  With a clatter, a piece of armor leaf brought out a sound, and a pair of horse and man immediately rushed towards Liangshan.

  Wu stepped forward with the wind and blocked Liangshan's path.

  The extremely old man was so angry that he couldn't help but want to slap himself in the face, and yet he hesitated for a moment. Liang Gongzi is indeed a talented person, no, a genius - such a genius cannot be let go.

  Under this psychological drive, the extremely old body flashed and appeared in front of Ma Wencai, raising his hand to give a loud slap.

  Ma Wencai was absolutely not going to let Liang Shanbo off today. He was thinking of giving him a good slap, but as soon as his master appeared, he knew he was in trouble. Just then, out of nowhere, he felt himself being slapped twice and sent flying horizontally through the air. Before he could even land on the ground, he heard a loud buzzing noise and two more slaps landed squarely on his face. "You dare to offend Young Master Liang! You dare to offend Young Master Liang!" A pair of stinky feet then pressed down on his face, causing him immense pain and discomfort. The smell was so bad that it was indescribable, and the toes were even inserted into his nostrils, making Ma Wencai feel like he couldn't breathe. Just as he thought things couldn't get any worse, someone else kicked him in the butt with incredible force, sending him tumbling to the ground.

  Ma Wenzai's men were all stunned, their armor and helmets rustling like autumn leaves.

  "Stop!" Ma Wencai finally heard his father, Ma Mingyuan's voice. The two men also stopped their hands and feet, Ma Wencai struggled to get up, just as he heard one of them ask the other: "Why beat this child like this?" Ma Wencai's eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted.

  Liáng Shān's eyes could only gaze upwards at the sky, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Mò Líng was no longer able to hold back, clutching his stomach as he burst out laughing.

  "Why are you two fighting?" Ma Mingyuan's face was not pleasant. Ma Wencai was the future successor of Majiabao, and with so many people from Shierkengbao watching, it was a complete loss of face.

  The extremely old man pointed at Liangshan and said: "If it weren't for the noble character of Young Master Liang, even if he were to mobilize the martial artists, I would still be able to take care of him with just this bamboo stick by my side."

  Wu Chengfeng flipped his eyes and said, "Who's talking about bamboo sticks?"

  "If it weren't for the two of us joining hands and making peace, the mountain bandits would have already killed their way into your Qingyu Building. See? The extremely elderly one pointed at the collapsed earth building outside and said: "All these were done by the Wu family."

  "What is it that our Wu family has done?" Wu Chengfeng said loudly, "I repeat, it's because someone wants to buy our Wu family's weapons, and we're here to see the actual effect."

  Ma Ming almost spat out a mouthful of old blood when he heard this.

  "It's all because of Liang Gongzi that the Wu family withdrew, Master Ma, think about it, if not for Liang Gongzi, Qingyu Building would have been reduced to ruins by now."

  Confrontation in front of the business street, people on the top floor of Qingyu Building can vaguely see Liangshan's persuasion. Thinking that it might be true that Liangshan relies on his noble character, they glance at Ma Wencai who was beaten into a pig head and think about his intention to bully others' wives, thinking about his ungrateful behavior, one by one showing disdain in their eyes, and scolding in their hearts: Serves him right!

  Ma Mingyuan raised his hand, and Liangshan hurriedly cupped his hands together, saying: "No need to thank me, although I have a personal grudge against Wenchang, I cannot abandon my duty. At this time of crisis, when lives are at stake, I must stand up resolutely..."

  Mo Ling had never known what it felt like to have a facial spasm before, but now she knew, and she also knew that Ma Mingyuan's face was twitching too.

  Ma Mingyuan's cultivation of his skills ultimately paid off, and he smiled instead of getting angry, saying: "Thank you, Mr. Liang, for your help in setting up the tripod."

  Before he had finished speaking, Zhu Qingyun descended from the sky and Liangshan was overjoyed, immediately embracing her.

  Mo Ling's eyes widened as she looked at Wu Tu, who showed a helpless expression.

  Qingyun's face turned red as she gently pushed open the door of Liangshan and whispered: "There are so many people here."

  Liáng Shān looked around and asked: "Qīng Yún, are you injured?"

  Feeling her husband's sincere concern, Qingyun's heart warmed up a bit, and she almost turned around to let him take a good look, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, how could she do that? She scolded: "You're hoping I get hurt, aren't you?"

  Liáng Shān hastily smiled and said, "Where, even if I'm injured to the point of being unable to take care of myself, you can't get hurt." Before he had finished speaking, a loud "Ah" sound was heard, and the old Daoist Yǐn Shàng Zǐ tumbled to the ground with a thud, kicking up dust that filled the air, resembling a fallen firebird.

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