The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 38 The Black Gloves of Songshan Sect

On December 11th, it was a gibbous moon, hanging high in the sky like a broken jade plate, but a dark cloud as black as ink obscured the moon.

It was pitch dark outside the Shenjiawu Fort, with one not being able to see one's hand in front of one's face, but inside the fort the lights were on.

A hundred feet away, a few scattered bonfires were crackling, dispelling the cold of the winter night and bringing some warmth to the bandits who had come from afar.

In the tent in the middle, a group of four people sat around a fire pit. The boiling hot water was gurgling and the steam was rising.

"Big Brother, what should we do now?"

A middle-aged man with a slightly sallow complexion, thin body and somewhat sickly look frowned and asked with a sad face.

During the day, the surprise attack failed. Shen Yuanliang had been prepared. The three hundred bandits faced the impregnable fort and could only sigh in despair and settle down on the spot.

"Call me 'Guoshanfeng'. When you are out in public, don't address me as your fellow apprentice, lest others notice and damage the reputation of our Songshan Sect."

"This is the last time. I hope you will remember this. Otherwise, don't blame me for not respecting the friendship between fellow apprentices and clearing the door for Songshan Sect."

Zhuo Yunkai, a disciple of Fei Bin, the leader of the horse bandits "Guoshanfeng", no, "Da Songyang Hand", one of the Thirteen Guardians of Songshan School, suddenly broke the firewood in his hand and stared at his fellow apprentice Sima Delong with a grim look.

In recent years, the Songshan Sect has grown rapidly under the leadership of its leader Zuo Lengchan, consuming countless amounts of silver, money, and rare medicinal materials.

Compared with the Shaolin Temple on Mount Songshan, not only was it repeatedly conferred titles by the imperial court, but also many dignitaries donated "incense money". People could just sit at home and the money came from the sky.

So much so that at the foot of Mount Song, every place as far as the eye can see is the land of Shaolin Temple. It is boundless and rich enough to rival a country, even richer than some vassal kings.

The Songshan School was only a new sect. It had no noble followers and no fixed source of income, so it could only support itself through self-reliance.

The interests of the white world are occupied by the powerful in the court, and the interests of the black world are the secret of the wealth of martial arts sects such as the Songshan School.

The heroes of the martial arts world, the bandits who rule the mountains, the horse bandits who come and go like the wind, etc. all have the shadow of famous sects. This group of horse bandits is supported by the Songshan Sect.

"Yes, the boss."

Sima Delong turned pale when he suddenly heard the warning from his senior brother. A sense of fear suddenly surged into his heart and cold sweat broke out on his back.

After joining the Ma bandits, they are nominally "dead men" and cannot act in the name of the Songshan School. They exist in the dark and cannot be seen in the light.

"The head of the Wang family, Wang Shan, is known as the 'Thunderbolt Hand' and is a lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple. In the past, due to the face of the Shaolin Temple, we kept our distance from him."

"Now that he has been killed, there is no one to inherit the huge Wang family business. It is a good deal for us. Shaolin Temple will not say anything afterward."

Looking at the brightly lit Shenjiawu Fort, "Guoshanfeng" tightened his sheepskin coat and spoke with a serious expression.

Everything has rules. Without rules, there will be no order, even when taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

Under the pretext of helping the Wang family to avenge themselves, they wiped out Shen Yuanliang and his group, and then they took over the Wang family's property. No one could gossip about them, and they had to owe them a favor.

"Get some rest. At four o'clock in the morning, the four of us will storm the city gate and try to take it down in one battle."

"Guoshanfeng" went on to say, and then fell asleep. Soon, he began to snore. The remaining three looked at each other, some of them tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Time passed slowly, I opened and closed my eyes, and it was already the fourth watch, which is the time of the day when people feel the most sleepy.

Four figures in night clothes took advantage of the cover of night and stepped on the hard ground like dragonflies skimming the water, quietly approaching the dock without making any sound, which shows how good their martial arts skills are.

One hundred steps, eighty steps, fifty steps, ten steps...

The quiet winter night was silent at this moment. The servant on duty on the city wall was leaning against the parapet, his head nodding, dozing off, unaware of the enemy's arrival.

The leading figure put his ear against the city wall and listened attentively. When he heard the footsteps of the night patrol gradually fade away, he gestured a few times with his hands.

Then he lightly stepped on the wall with his right foot, like catkins floating in the wind, and then stepped on the slightly smooth wall with both feet, and climbed up like a gecko with both hands. In a blink of an eye, the three-meter-high wall was about to be crossed, and the other three followed closely behind.

"when!"

A clear gong sounded suddenly, stimulating people's eardrums and causing them to hurt. The four figures who were climbing couldn't help but look up.

They saw several people who were dozing off before were staring at them jokingly. Who else could it be but Shen Yuanliang, Shouhou and Shitou? Then they took out the lime powder they had prepared in their arms and sprinkled it down.

The snowflakes are fluttering and the north wind is howling!

The lime powder all over the sky was flying like heavy snow, as if the wind had blinded one's eyes. Four screams rang out one after another, as if quicklime was blown into one's eyes.

"Whoa!"

The gate was wide open, and Shen Yuanliang, who was an expert in archery, held an eight-stone bow and shot arrows mercilessly, one after another. In an instant, all twelve arrows were shot out.

"Bang bang bang!"

The leading figure endured the pain in his eyes and wielded the sword in his hand relying on years of experience and intuition.

A dazzling white light flashed, and a solemn atmosphere appeared, as if thousands of troops were galloping, with long spears and halberds, and the Songshan sword technique with thousands of miles of yellow sand making it look like a fierce force.

"You beast, you actually resorted to such despicable means, you have no moral principles!"

"What is going on in the martial arts world today?"

The arrows like thunder collided violently with the sharp sword. One, two, he was unable to withstand the third arrow and was shot through the throat, dying.

As for the other three figures, Shen Yuanliang took advantage of them when they were caught off guard and pierced their chests with three long arrows. They fell heavily to the ground, their eyes full of unwillingness.

[Ding! You killed the third generation disciple of Songshan Sect, the leader of the Three Hundred Horse Bandits Zhuo Yunkai, and intercepted a portion of the orange luck.]

[Ding! You killed Sima Delong, the third-generation disciple of the Songshan Sect and the second-in-command of the bandits, and you have taken a portion of the orange luck.]

……

"I never thought that they were all from the Songshan Sect."

"It is truly despicable for a famous sect to do such a thing."

Pulling off the veil on his face, the skinny monkey dressed as a servant talked to himself in surprise.

Relying on his super hearing, "Guoshanfeng" heard every word that the skinny monkey said in the tent, even the surprise attack plan.

Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be safe in a hundred battles!
As Shen Yuanliang planned unintentionally, four fellow disciples of the Songshan School were defeated one after another and lost their own lives.

"Yes, Songshan Sect and Shaolin Temple are all like this."

"This fucking world."

Shitou shook his head, feeling that the old ideas in his mind were shattered. The martial arts sects that were once so revered all looked disgusting after they tore off their disguises.

The Shaolin Temple used its lay disciples to grab territory everywhere and committed all kinds of evil, becoming the local bully. The Songshan School took action personally, disguised themselves as horse bandits, robbing everywhere, and killing people for property.

This is totally denying ordinary people a way to survive.

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