Li Qingshan patted the three quiver of arrows on his waist and carried the Soaring Dragon sword and Stone Splitter bow on his back. He rested the shockingly heavy and extraordinarily large Tyrant's spear on his shoulder and vanished into the snowy darkness. All he left behind was a string of deep footprints in the snow.
In the yamen, the advisor said to Ye Dachuan, "Sir, Li Qingshan won't listen to your advice. There's nothing we can do!"
As it turned out, Ye Dachuan saw how the aristocrats refused to assist him due to the Black Wind stronghold's influence. He calculated that he would definitely lose against two hundred people alone, so he tried to persuade Li Qingshan to stay and think things over. However, how could Li Qingshan listen to him? He forcefully took the documents and left.
Ye Dachuan paced around the room. Suddenly, he stopped and stamped his foot. "Gather people for me?"
The advisor said in a troubled tone, "How do we have people?"
Ye Dachuan bellowed anxiously, "Those country bumpkins actually dared to get their disciples to kill an official right in front of me. The Dragon's Gate Sect is a den of thieves. Tell them that whoever refuses to send anyone is a traitor." He understood now. If Li Qingshan died, then he could no longer be the district magistrate. The Black Wind stronghold and the Dragon's Gate sect might even vent their anger on him.
The advisor said, "Sir, please reconsider!" If he did that, he would offend all of the aristocrats of Qingyang.
Ye Dachuan kicked him in the bottom. "Why aren't you going?"
The advisor could only obey. As soon as he left the hall, over a dozen pitch-black figures blocked his way. He had no idea when they had entered the yamen. The advisor was surprised. Using the weak lantern light in the hall to look over, he saw that the dozen or so people all had bows and arrows on their backs. "A- so it's the Drawn Reins village. Good men, w- what business do you have visiting so late at night?"
Huang Binghu's shoulder was wrapped in white cloth, but his bearing remained steady. He patted the advisor's shoulder and said, "Sir Ye, Huang Binghu of the Drawn Reins village is willing to lend a hand." After Li Qingshan left, Huang Binghu and the others found an inn to rest. Before they had even fallen asleep, they received news that Li Qingshan had left the city in full armor.
Of course, Huang Binghu would not think that he was running away. He suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going out for a while. When I'm not around, Little Black will be in charge of everything!"
Everyone knew where he was going. Xiao Hei said, "Chief Hunter, we'll go with you!" After experiencing this, his face lost a lot of the frivolous childishness of youth and gained a lot of the steadiness of an adult.
"Prioritize the village!"
Xiao Hei said, "The name of Drawn Reins Village was not obtained by compromising. We have formed a great grudge with the Black Wind stronghold, so we will definitely not be able to live in peace for long. We can only place our bets on that person. If you want me to take responsibility, then this is my idea."
Huang Binghu said, "Good. I didn't suffer those two slashes for nothing today!"
Qingyang city that had just quietened down became noisy once more.
In Iron Fist, Iron Lion Liu Hong was also awake. Instead, he was thinking about everything that had happened today. Li Long stepped through the door and knelt down. "Master!"
Liu Hong frowned. "What are you doing?"
Li Long said, "Please save the Crouching Ox village, master!" The Black Wind stronghold had not massacred the village before because they wanted to capture Li Qingshan, the "main culprit", first, and also because of his connection with Iron Fist, which was why they had not struck so easily. However, after tonight, everyone would fall out with each other. The Black Wind stronghold would definitely take revenge madly. They would definitely swing their blades.
Liu Hong said, "Go fetch your father's family and caretaker Liu's family!"
However, Li Long remained kneeling. "Please save the Crouching Ox village, master!"
"Didn't you dislike that place?"
"But that's my hometown!"
Liu Hong sank into his thoughts for a while as if he was considering the pros and cons of every aspect. Suddenly, he stood up. "Go, gather the disciples!" He had already considered the spiritual ginseng that Li Qingshan had brought with him and the wealth of the Black Wind stronghold.
Li Long was overjoyed. "Thank you, master!"
Ye Dachuan used his position as district magistrate and borrowed Li Qingshan's prestige and the might of the Drawn Reins village to order the aristocrats to send people. However, there were still some aristocrats who resisted, unwilling to send people.
Just as Huang Binghu furrowed his brows and considered whether he should kill them to establish his authority, Liu Hong strode over. He clasped his hands. "Hunting chief Huang, I've heard a lot about you." Afterwards, he said to the aristocrats who resisted, "Today, I, Liu Hong, swear that I will eliminate a great threat for Qingyang city. If you are willing to assist me, I, Liu Hong, will never forget." What he was trying to say was, even if you are unwilling, I will never forget.
Given the current situation, the aristocrats finally dared not resist forcefully anymore. They sent people over reluctantly. Although they were reluctant, they did their best when they sent people. Xiong Xiangwu's words lingered in their ears. If they did not kill the snake this time, they would be waiting for revenge. As a result, they could only do their best!
And, with two powerful people like Huang Binghu and Liu Hong watching over them, they really did feel like they had an opportunity to flatten the Black Wind stronghold. The Black Wind stronghold wreaking havoc was not completely unrelated to them. Just like caretaker Liu's nickname, Half-village Liu, most of the land in Qingyang city had been annexed by these aristocrats and local tyrants. Many of the villages that the Black Wind stronghold had plundered were their assets. As for kidnapping and demanding ransoms, who knew how much they had done. Otherwise, they would never have been willing to collect money from the previous district magistrates for suppressing bandits.
Xiong Xiangwu had never thought that his threat would instead force the aristocrats into becoming mortal enemies.
Ye Dachuan gazed at the people who had gathered in disbelief. It had completely exceeded his initial expectations. There were actually four or five hundred people. He watched over them in the centre with his identity as the district magistrate, while Huang Binghu and Liu Hong commanded him. He had never done something so valiant in his life. His heart that had been blinded by fame and fortune actually began to burn with a sense of bloodlust.
The advisor was dumbfounded as well. He thought of a phrase written in a book that was originally very distant from him, "With a call from above, followers will gather, and the entire world will rebel."
Perhaps all that was needed in the world was a single warrior, a single hero, and they would be able to turn the impossible into the possible, guiding everyone and completing so-called miracles.
However, this hero who led the way would usually not have a good outcome.
Old Knickers opened the door to the armoury with trembling hands. Armour and weapons were taken out one by one, equipping this group of bandits. With a clang, they set off on their journey.
Huang Binghu thought, Hopefully I can make it in time! This gathering had already taken up far too much time.
Liu Hong thought, Kid, you better hold on a little longer. Though, if you die, I'll avenge you!
Li Qingshan advanced quickly in the darkness. His equipment weighed one or two hundred kilograms, but not only did it not make him feel like it was tiring, but it instead gave him the pleasure of releasing his strength.
His armor was cold, but his blood burned hotter and hotter. His footsteps became faster and faster, and in the end, he was practically sprinting through the wilderness. His heavy footsteps were like war drums, thumping loudly!
He did not know how long he had walked in the deep mountains and old forests, but his footsteps suddenly came to a halt. His gaze pierced through the wind and snow like a sharp sword, shooting towards the ravine. A stronghold was creeping in the darkness, and a few faint lights could be seen.
The Black Wind Stronghold was right in front of him.
However, Li Qingshan was in no hurry to go forward. He untied the wine gourd and drank it all in one gulp. The strength he had expended instantly recovered, and there was even a scorching aura rampaging through his body like a wild horse.
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