Chapter 36: Snowstorm Martial Saint Temple

Chapter 36: Snowstorm Martial Saint Temple

Chapter 36: Snowstorm Martial Saint Temple

Fifty miles north of Pingyang City is Langtou Mountain.

Due to the heavy snow and ice, there is only one way into the mountain.

The Wusheng Temple on the mountainside is located on this only-pass road.

On the altar stands a statue of a general in a green robe with a red face and long beard. He holds a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, his robe fluttering in the wind, and his aura is impressive.

Guandi, who is widely worshipped by the people, was given the title of "Loyal and Righteous Emperor Who Subdues Demons in the Three Realms" when Emperor Yousheng ascended the throne.

The wood was burning with a crackling sound, and the clay pot used to cook porridge was almost scraped with sparks.

There were three large houses with green tiles, and the space was quite spacious. There were five or six fires, and more than forty men were sitting around them.

They were wearing worn cotton-padded jackets, and many of them had frostbite on their hands and feet. They huddled in front of the fire.

There were only three people sitting next to the fire closest to the statue of the Martial Saint, and they were obviously the leaders of this group.

In the middle was a tall woman, at least 1.85 meters tall, with beautifully defined muscles without a single strand of excess. She had thick long hair draped over her shoulders, long eyebrows and deep eyes, and a face like a silver plate.

She was wearing a gray-white wolfskin cloak. The two towering peaks, wrapped in animal skin, revealed a bit of wild beauty.

The women in brothels staggered with every step and looked frail, which aroused the sympathy of ordinary men.

The woman sitting with her back against the statue of the Martial Saint is obviously someone who can pick up a sword and axe and fight bloody battles at any time. In fact, this can arouse men's desire to conquer her.

"There were more than 300 brothers in the Wild Wolf Gang, and now... these are the only ones left!"

The middle-aged man sitting on the right, about forty years old, short and stocky, a head shorter than the woman, looked at his brothers who were half-naked and starving, and sighed in frustration.

His name is Liu Dachui, the sixth among the Seven Devils of the Wild Wolf Gang, and his nickname in the underworld is 'Iron-Headed Wolf'.

The woman asked, "How many people were there when my father and Uncle Liu swore brotherhood in this Martial Saint Temple 20 years ago?"

"Young Boss, you know, there are seven of us, not one more, not one less."

In a raid just a month ago, six leaders including the gang leader Zhao Laodao were all killed. He accompanied the young gang leader and led this team to rob private salt, and luckily escaped.

The woman asked again: "How long did it take you to walk from this dilapidated temple to Pingyang City?"

Liu Dachui recalled: "Ten years. The old gang leader led us, with swords and guns, and beat the Lin family into a panic."

The woman looked at Liu Dachui, her eyes sparkling, and said firmly: "We still have forty brothers now, so it won't take ten years."

Liu Dachui was slightly stunned. The young gang leader had such lofty ambitions, and he was not even as good as a junior. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "All six brothers are dead. I am just a little devil ready to report to the Hades at any time. Whatever you say, I will do!"

"Xiao Xia, what should we do next? Do you have any plan in mind?"

The man sitting on the left is named Zhao Huai'en, the adopted son of Zhao Laodao. He is a deep and strategic person, and has always played the role of a military advisor in the gang.

Zhao Xia asked: "Brother Huai En, do you have any suggestions?"

Zhao Huai'en pondered for a moment and said, "When the Dragon Scale Society launched a surprise attack, I was in the gang. Many brothers were killed or injured at that time, but as for ordinary gang members and the masters of the Lin family, they did not deliberately hunt them down. Most of them still escaped and are just scattered outside."

Liu Dachui slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, Young Gang Leader, shall we go gather those brothers together?"

Zhao Xia thought for a moment and said, "Brother Huai En is right. We should gather the scattered gang members together. But we have no news. If we blindly send people down the mountain, it will be easy for us to fall into the trap of the Dragon Scale Society."

Zhao Huai'en nodded gently and asked, "What do you think, Xiaoxia?"

"The Dragon Scale Society was able to defeat our Wild Wolf Gang because of the help of the Songshan Sect. Otherwise, that old turtle Lin Kun would never have been able to kill my father."

"The Wild Wolf Gang is a subordinate sect of the Sun Moon Divine Cult. We should wait for the experts from the Divine Cult to come."

Liu Dachui frowned and said, "Young Gang Leader, we sent out a messenger twenty days ago, but we haven't received a response yet. Has the Sun Moon Church sent anyone over?"

"Pingyang City is located at the junction of the two provinces. It is the western gate of Blackwood Cliff and a buffer zone between the Five Mountains Sword Sect. If the Dragon Scale Society is allowed to control this place, the Hengshan, Huashan, and Songshan factions will have a springboard to attack Pingding Prefecture. I have explained the pros and cons in my letter to Fenglei Hall. Elder Tong Baixiong should not sit idly by."

Although Zhao Xia is a girl, the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, Zhao Laodao, has always trained her as his successor. Whether in terms of martial arts skills or vision, she is a leader among the younger generation of the Wild Wolf Gang.

Otherwise, the more than 40 gang members in the temple would not be able to submit to her leadership.

Zhao Huai'en said: "Xiao Xia has a point. But I think that the iron must be strong before it can be forged. We should not only ask for external aid, but also gather the scattered gang members to strengthen ourselves."

The three were discussing something when at that moment there was a commotion at the temple gate.

Zhao Xia stood up suddenly. With a height of about 1.8 meters, she looked extremely oppressive. She easily lifted the 50-60 kilogram long-handled axe, just like the female leader of a primitive tribe.

Liu Dachui also drew out his iron ring sword. A blood-soaked man crawled into the Wusheng Temple, escorted by two gang members who were on sentry duty outside the temple.

"Young Boss, Sixth Master, I finally found you."

The blood on the man's face froze into ice chips, and his eyebrows, beard, and hair stuck together, making it difficult to see his features.

Zhao Huai'en recognized the man and asked, "Are you Wang Jinquan?"

"I'm with the Fifth Master, Wang Jinquan."

Zhao Xia asked, "Are you still alive? How many brothers are still alive?"

"We gathered more than 30 brothers and heard that the young leader was in Wolf Head Mountain, so we wanted to join him. But we ran into the Dragon Scale Society and we were defeated after a fight. We fled into the forest. Now there are only more than 20 brothers left. Everyone is injured and hiding in the forest. They asked me to come to Wolf Head Mountain to find the young leader."

"Young Master, please save those brothers."

"Otherwise, if they are not killed by the Dragon Scale Society, they will freeze to death in the ice and snow."

The man spoke with true emotion, and kowtowed to the ground with bangs. The frozen wounds cracked and stained the ground red.

Zhao Xia looked at the eyes of the brothers in the temple. She knew that if they didn't go down the mountain to rescue people, the little morale they had would be gone.

"Where exactly are they?"

"The black pine forest twenty miles away from Wolf Head Mountain."

"How many people will Longlin have?"

The man said, "When they were fighting with us, there were more than 40 people in the Dragon Scale Sect. After we fled, some of them also left, leaving only a dozen people guarding the road."

"Uncle Liu, I will take the brothers down the mountain, you stay here and guard."

"Young Master, I have to go."

Liu Dachui glanced at the bloody man and whispered, "Just in case... the Wild Wolf Gang should also leave a seed."

'Iron Head Wolf' Liu Dachui is at the middle stage of armor-breaking realm. Among these people, he has the highest martial arts skills and the most experience in the martial arts world. He is indeed the most suitable one.

"Well, Uncle Liu, take thirty brothers down the mountain. I'll wait for you at the Wusheng Temple."

"Young Master, twenty brothers are enough."

Zhao Huai'en said, "Sixth Uncle, you should bring more people. First, to deal with the people from the Dragon Scale Society. We are at a disadvantage now, and morale is low. It is safer to have more people."

"Secondly, those brothers are injured and have difficulty moving. They need help."

"If we can rescue these brothers, we will have 60 brothers, which will give us more manpower."

Zhao Xia nodded.

"Young Master, take care."

Liu Dachui led more than 30 brothers and Wang Jinquan, who came to report the news, out of the Wusheng Temple, and their backs gradually disappeared in the wind and snow. Footprints on the snow will disappear in a short time.

There were only about ten people left in the Temple of the Martial Saint, and it suddenly became deserted.

Zhao Xia sat alone in front of the fire, looking at the large Xuanhua axe, which was a gift given to her by Zhao Laodao when she came of age.

Her mother was a woman from the grassland and died of complications during childbirth.

After that, she followed her father all the time, fighting and struggling in the martial arts world which was too cruel even for men. The small Wild Wolf Gang broke into Pingyang City and competed with the Longlin Society.

Just overnight, nothing was gone.

"Xiao Xia, don't be sad."

"Brother Huai En, I have never dared to ask you. My father...did he die like this? Did he leave any words?"

"My adoptive father was seriously injured by a sword-wielding master of the Songshan School. He stole a horse and could have escaped, but when he saw that my second uncle and third uncle were surrounded, he rushed back."

"Later... Lin Kun attacked from the dark. He used the dragon-catching hand to break my foster father's arm. Then he struck my foster father in the chest with a palm. My foster father vomited blood and fell to the ground and died."

"Lin Kun cut off his adoptive father's head with his own hands..."

Zhao Xia suddenly asked: "Brother Huai En, what were you doing at that time?"

(End of this chapter)