Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan and Ma's father met with Tianqi Emperor Zhu Youxiao on New Year's Eve. During this period, Ma Xiaoquan mentioned the war in Ningyuan, but Zhu Youxiao was not interested in hearing it at all...
Father Ma shook his head and said, "That's all we can do!"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and was about to speak again when suddenly, a man rushed out from the palace road.
"Brother Lin?" Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, "Brother Lin, why are you here?"
The person who came was none other than Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was also stunned because he didn't know that Father Ma was there.
"Uncle Ma" Lin Feng rushed to Father Ma and cupped his hands.
Father Ma chuckled: "Lin Feng, long time no see!"
Lin Feng nodded respectfully: "Uncle Ma, when did you come back? Why didn't you tell Xiaofeng?"
Father Ma patted Lin Feng on the shoulder: "I also made a sudden decision. OK, you must have something to do with Quan'er, so I'll leave first! Quan'er, you should be busy!"
Ma Xiaoquan hummed and watched Father Ma leave.
Seeing Ma's father walking away, Lin Feng stepped forward and said, "Quanzi, I'm looking for you!"
Ma Xiaoquan had already expected Mo Dao to find him when Lin Feng showed up.
Mo Dao once said that Zhao Yuntai would appear during the Chinese New Year.
Ma Xiaoquan was very excited, Zhao Yuntai... the strongest person second only to Huang Jingming among the Victory Eleven, the second owner of the Heart of Time, a biochemist, a geneticist, and an IQ of nearly 200
Super genius...
Ma Xiaoquan was looking forward to the moment when he met Zhao Yuntai. I wonder...how Zhao Yuntai would feel when he saw him?
After following Lin Feng all the way to the secret spot, Lin Feng just said softly and walked away.
Ma Xiaoquan stood at the door of the room, reluctant to knock on the door. He wanted to wait for the moment when Zhao Yuntai spoke inside the door.
Finally, a deep male voice came from the room: "Come in..."
Ma Xiaoquan raised his lips and pushed the door open.
The door opened with a creak, and Ma Xiaoquan looked up and saw a young man of medium build. Beside him, Mo Dao lowered his head respectfully.
"Zhao Yuntai?" Ma Xiaoquan asked first.
The young man shook his head: "My father has something to do and cannot come. He specially ordered me to come to see you..."
"Father?" Ma Xiaoquan looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously.
"Yes!" The young man smiled slightly, "My father is Zhao Yuntai, and I am Zhao Wenqiang, the third son of Zhao Yuntai."
Ma Xiaoquan sighed and smiled bitterly: "I thought it was Zhao Yuntai, but after a long time of trouble, it turned out to be Zhao Yuntai's son..."
"Why, do you know my father? Or... you are from there just like my father?"
Of course, Ma Xiaoquan couldn't admit it. He shook his head and pretended to be stupid: "Why aren't there people over there? Aren't they all descendants of the Ming Dynasty? My name is Ma Xiaoquan, and I am the fourth son of the Ma family in Beijing. Well, I just come from my family.
I saw something in the genealogy, so I asked Mo Dao to tell it on my behalf... Since your father didn't come, forget it, anyway, I just wanted to take a look..."
Zhao Wenqiang smiled slightly: "I see, I thought you were the same person as my father... My father often said that one day, there will be another person like him, eh
My father has often had dreams in recent days, saying that the man has already arrived. I thought..."
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and continued to act stupid: "What on earth are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"
Zhao Wenqiang said: "If you don't understand, then you don't understand. Well, since we are here, we can't let each other be empty-handed, right? This is for you..." Zhao Wenqiang said, taking out a black stick from his arms
The metal tube was handed to Ma Xiaoquan.
The moment Ma Xiaoquan took over the metal pipe, he already understood what the metal pipe was, but in order not to reveal his identity, Ma Xiaoquan pretended to be stupid for the third time: "What is this, black, an iron rod?
"
Zhao Wenqiang grinned, thinking that this kind of thing, Mo Dao actually said... I don't know why his father trusted Mo Dao, a lowly servant, so much. If he was let go, he would probably be kicked in the face.
Out.
"My father told me before giving this thing to me... you can take it back and compare it with your Ma family's genealogy, maybe you can find some clues."
Ma Xiaoquan lowered his head and rolled his eyes slightly.
Genealogy? I have already read the genealogy, and I only found a metal sheet in the genealogy...could it be that...there are still undiscovered clues in the genealogy?
I definitely can't think of anything in vain, and all I can do is wait until I get home and look through the family tree again.
"Oh" Ma Xiaoquan raised his head, pretending to be confused, "Okay, then I'll go back and look for it!"
With that said, Ma Xiaoquan turned to leave.
"Wait!" Zhao Wenqiang stretched out his hand to stop Ma Xiaoquan from leaving, "What do I need? Have you brought it?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and shook the black metal rod in his hand: "You just give me this, and you still want me to give you what you need? If you give me a piece of trash, wouldn't this deal be a loss for Dafa?"
"You!" Zhao Wenqiang was obviously inexperienced. As soon as Ma Xiaoquan said these words, he became a little anxious.
Zhao Wenqiang reached into his arms and seemed to be touching something. Seeing this, Mo Dao quickly stepped forward to hold Zhao Wenqiang's hand and shook his head gently.
Ma Xiaoquan grinned slightly, opened the door and walked out.
With a "bang" sound, the door closed.
Zhao Wenqiang threw Mo Dao's hand away unhappily and said, "Mo Dao, why are you stopping me? I really want to kill that Ma Xiaoquan with one shot."
Mo Dao smiled bitterly, but still said respectfully: "Third Young Master, please be patient... Ma Xiaoquan still has value... You can't delay the master's life just because you're angry."
The plan..."
"Father's plan, humph. Father didn't come himself, but he sent me to this place where birds don't lay eggs. I stayed well in the underground world, but he wanted me to come up..."
When Mo Dao listened to Zhao Wenqiang's complaints, instead of getting angry, he actually had a look of envy on his face.
"Third Young Master, when can I go down..."
Zhao Wenqiang glared at Mo Dao angrily: "Your mission up there has not been completed yet. When you are almost done, my father will naturally send someone to pick you up!"
Mo Dao sighed in his heart, there was no way he would not listen to his master's words.
"Okay, third young master, please give me a report to the master. Mo Daoyi will definitely do his best to help the master complete his great cause."
"Hmph." Zhao Wenqiang glared at Mo Dao in disgust, and said in his heart: You little slave, just think about it, you will never even think about entering the underground world in your whole life.