This guy is not Ma Chao

  The court is still in chaos, but our lives seem to have been unaffected.

  Although located in the northwest, during this hot summer season, Wuwei County also feels abnormally sultry. Isn't it said that the greenhouse effect began to intensify around the 20th century? How come it's already this hot now, 1800 years ago? Moreover, this is remote Liangzhou, which shouldn't have the concept of a scorching summer, right?

  Although I have lived here for over a decade, when things don't go as planned, I still can't help but complain a few words.

  After getting up in the morning, I went to the martial arts field as usual and practiced my gun moves. I was already sweating all over and my clothes were sticking tightly to my skin, which was quite uncomfortable.

  It is said that after a martial artist's internal strength reaches a certain level, they can use their internal force to help dry clothes and speed up the evaporation of water droplets by dozens of times. However, I still seem to be far from achieving this, despite having practiced for five or six years. There is always a warm feeling in my lower abdomen, but whether it is the legendary true qi of internal force, I do not know.

  Moreover, this era is set too early, and it's still a long way from the prosperous era of the legendary martial arts world. What "Nine Yang Divine Skill", "Nine Yin True Classic", "Easy Muscle Classic", "Washing Marrow Classic" and other treasures of the martial arts world, their authors probably haven't been born yet. Those miscellaneous and exquisite martial arts such as "Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi", "Dugu Nine Swords", "Six Pulse Divine Sword", "Descending Dragon Eighteen Palms", "Dim and Soul-destroying Palm" probably won't be seen in my lifetime either.

  Everyone says that the Central Plains are full of famous families, which should be a region centered on Henan. However, thinking about swaggering over there, I would first have to pass through Dong Zhuo's territory: Chang'an and Luoyang. As soon as I think of the bug Xiao Qiang under Dong Zhuo's command, my heart skips a beat, and the little bit of desire to learn and improve that was in my heart is instantly extinguished. Forget it, I'm not worth risking my life to find that legendary profound martial art.

  I narrowed my eyes and looked up at the sky, this sky is really damn blue, the more I look at it, the bluer it gets.

  I couldn't help but purse my lips, and with a flourish, I plunged the long gun into the sandy soil. My hands instinctively went behind my back, and I cleared my throat, preparing to compose another great poem today. Hmm, it's been almost half a month since my last burst of inspiration, which was probably a poem about willows.

  Zhao Cheng hastily retreated three or four steps, his face flushed with excitement, and scurried off to find a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

  I paced back and forth, opened my mouth, but the inspiration in my chest just wouldn't come out. I was unable to squeeze out a single line of poetry. In my heart, I cursed: it seems that when I was 7 or 8 years old, I wrote too many poems, over a hundred good ones, all at once. As a fallen university student, I didn't have much poetic talent to begin with, and after using up most of it, I couldn't come up with anything else afterwards. And as I got older, the more time I spent practicing shooting, the less I could think of anything. Sometimes two or three months would pass without me being able to come up with a few lines. It's like I had developed a good habit of carrying a pen and ink with me wherever I went, but then I lost it again. Dammit, I'm really suffering from Jiang Lang's exhaustion!

  Doing literature requires talent! I sighed deeply, took a few more steps, and outside the martial arts arena, a sudden commotion broke out on one side, with a hint of crying in between. Listening carefully, it seemed to be Ma Tie and Ma Xiu, two brothers.

  Getting up early in the morning and going out for shooting practice! I muttered to myself, young people just don't know the value of sleep!

  In my previous life, I was extremely sleepy from a young age. Compared to my brother who was used to staying up late and getting up early, sleeping 12 hours a day couldn't satisfy my strong desire for sleep. After rebirth, this demand has been basically met. Every day after eating, drinking, and relieving myself, there's nothing to do but sleep. Anyway, at night when it gets dark, there aren't any entertaining programs, so in the pitch blackness, I can only choose to hug my pillow and sleep soundly.

  Just as he was about to step forward to take a look, Zhao Cheng rushed in with a hint of panic on his face: "The two young masters seem to be fighting inside the room!"

  He still had a pen and paper in his hand, he really didn't forget his duty, good servant!

  I nodded and immediately walked out of the court, Zhao Cheng was busy looking at the paper and pen in his arms, unsure of what to do.

  She turned back and glanced at him, couldn't help but chuckle; "Bring him along."

  He nodded and took off in a little run, tightly hugging his things as he chased after me into the inner garden.

  Ma Tie and Ma Xiu were both just over ten years old, one was eleven and a half, the other was ten. Father arranged for these two kids to live in the same house as Ma Dian and me in the same yard without any objection, under the name of "convenience management", which can also deepen feelings, really thinking that he is a modern horse breeder.

  The spacious courtyard was quite normal, clean and tidy, except for the two maidservants standing at the gate, hesitating whether to enter or retreat.

  I slightly furrowed my brow and kicked open the school gate that wasn't locked - after becoming a northwest big boy, my strength has indeed increased a lot. Of course, kicking open this broken wooden door doesn't have any technical value to speak of. I strode in with a majestic air, naturally not forgetting to let out a loud cough to show off my elder brother-like authority.

  "Cough! Cough!"

  The room fell silent for a few seconds - um, I'm still not sure what the appropriate unit of time is at the end of Han Dynasty - during which I was slightly stunned, the two little brats who were originally entangled under the bed slowly let go of each other's hands and then slowly got up from the ground, finally giving each other a dirty look.

  "Cough," I coughed lightly, hastily retreating a step back, shaking my arms and closing the broken door again. Only then did I turn around, speaking seriously, "Old Second, Old Third, are you two playing wrestling? Yesterday's shooting lesson didn't seem to include this move, did it?"

  The two little guys were both wearing only close-fitting shorts, standing silently on the spot, staring at their own toes, no one answered.

  Although no one responded, I still felt a sense of satisfaction in silence. The feeling of being the eldest child is always good.

  "He... Lao San is mocking me!"

  Ma Tie hesitated for half a day and finally said it out loud in a low voice, but his face was very embarrassed.

  I wiped it off, laugh if you want to laugh, such a big kid can't even joke around? Moreover, his own brother! I stretched out my hand and touched my chin: "Old three, what are you laughing at him for?"

  Ma Xiu pointed at Lao Er's crotch with a trembling finger: "He's over ten years old and still... still wets the bed!" As he spoke, he couldn't help but dodge to one side, just as Lao Er's powerful palm whizzed by from beside him. Lao San's reflexes and agility seemed to be quite good.

  "Damn it!" I muttered under my breath, this bad habit that had been ingrained in me since childhood seemed to be hard to get rid of, especially in the rough and rustic land of Xiliang, where the originally pure and innocent me had unknowingly become coarse and vulgar.

  After silently cursing this damn world a few times, I took a few steps forward and slightly looked down to glance at Lao Er's lower body with a hint of scrutiny. Hmm, it indeed got wet in a small area.

  I always have to comfort this kid, Lao Er is a melancholic guy, and when something happens, he usually keeps it all bottled up inside. If this incident leaves some sort of psychological shadow on the innocent youth, turning him into a deviant young adult, that would be terrible: "It's nothing, it's nothing, just bedwetting! It's no big deal if it happens occasionally..."

  That's not right?

  I felt a slight pause in my heart, just now when I lowered my head, I clearly smelled a hint of stench, which was different from the pure urine of children, and it seemed to be familiar... My face changed slightly, and it seemed that I had just spoken incorrectly.

  "Not, not," Lao Er's face turned slightly red as he hastily waved his hand in defense, "I didn't pee the bed at all!"

  Lao San sneered: "Second brother, no need to argue, humph! Although I'm young, since weaning, I've never wet the bed once. Who would have thought that you, second brother, hehe!" The smile on his small face grew thicker, and Lao Er couldn't help but raise his fist again.

  "Cough, cough," at this time I already understood and didn't avoid it, stretched out my hand to touch the wet spot on Lao Er's crotch, and indeed as imagined, it was wet and sticky, with a faintly silky low-hanging texture, emitting a strong fishy smell.