Then, the children walked to the forest one by one by the young men in black. Perhaps their performance just now was quite satisfactory. Zhang Ming, who seemed to be quite spiritual, was patted by the man in black, and was also given an appreciation look.

Several wooden houses were built in the forest, and children had already lived there. Zhang Ming and his group were taken to the front of one of the houses and were signaled to rest here.

At night, the children were still chattering and talking excitedly, without any thought of falling asleep. The same was true for Zhang Ming, whose heart was surging for a long time, but he did not join the children's discussion-

There are just some children who grew up in the countryside who are shallow in their knowledge and are saying some inexperienced words, guessing whether they can eat two white flour buns every day, and a bowl of porridge can be served with a few pickles... However, although Zhang Ming disdains, he still can't help but secrete more saliva when he thinks of the white flour buns...

Prosperity!

......

There was nothing to say all night. The next morning, Zhang Ming and his party were taken out by the young man in black who came to pick him up early. Each of them sent a white-floured steamed bun and quickly dealt with it. The group walked through the forest path.

At this time, about seventy or eighty yellow-faced and thin-skinned children gathered in an open space. At the front of the crowd were a few silk-clothed boys accompanied by young men in black, and their demeanor was different.

A middle-aged man in blue shirt with a slightly fat man with a decent attitude was facing the crowd. A few young men in white shirts and yellow shirts were talking to him in a low voice. Zhang Ming secretly observed that this position was completely different from the black clothes that were picked up and dropped off. I think these should be the ones in charge.

Zhang Ming and his teenagers were taken to the place to stand by the disciples. After waiting for a while, after all the people arrived, the middle-aged man in blue finally stood up and coughed a few times.

He suddenly pulled out his sword and danced out two sword flowers to attract everyone's attention. Then he looked, his wrist trembled, and shot the three-foot green edge. The sword turned around a tree facing the middle-aged man and then circled back. The middle-aged man took it steadily and put it into the sheath. A thin crack was cut open at the trunk of the tree, and then slowly fell.

"Is this... Changhe's flying sword technique? It really does not disappoint the reputation..." A young man in brocade murmured to himself. When Zhang Ming heard it, his eyes couldn't help but twitch - just ordinary martial arts, how dare he call the name of flying sword?

Although this does look very good, it is still quite different from the sword immortal flying sword technique that is so high that he thinks.

The middle-aged man heard the sound, but nodded to the young man in brocade clothes who spoke out, and praised it a little, and seemed to be a little proud of his move. Then he gently stroked the short beard under his chin and said loudly: "Dear heroes, everyone gathered together today to join my long river gang and help me avenge my shame as soon as possible! Xu Qingchang, the current leader of the gang, is hosting today's ceremony!"

"The leader of the gang is mighty!" There were a few cheers from the black-clothed disciples coming from below. Xu Qingchang's face was not embarrassed, and then he continued to say polite words. Zhang Ming yawned secretly, but he didn't expect that he could still see this set of kung fu after traveling through time.

After about half an hour, the gang leader's speech ended. Just as Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and was about to listen carefully to the next rules for selecting apprentices, Tang Fang, the deputy gang leader in the gang, looked a little younger than Xu Qingchang and wearing a yellow shirt, took over Xu Qingchang's position...

The leader of the gang, deputy leader, guardian elder, deacon elder, elder Lu Ling, and the leader of the six halls spoke in turn. The sun came from Dongfang Chusheng to the top of everyone's heads, and Zhang Ming's stomach began to growl. He began to miss the white flour steamed buns he had eaten in the morning and had no chance to eat at home.

However, this speech gave him a preliminary understanding of the organizational structure of our gang.

The leader of the Changhe Gang is Xu Qingchang, the deputy leader mainly assists the gang leader in handling affairs, and temporarily takes over the position of the gang leader when the gang leader is not in the gang. The elder of the law guardian communicates with colleagues, kills evil and other matters, and connects with the affairs of the secret hall; the elder of the deacon is in charge of the common affairs of the gang, and connects with the affairs of the treasure hall; the elder of the law order is in charge of the formulation and modification of the gang regulations and the handling of disciples who violate the law.

At the same time, the Changhe Gang also has six halls: East, South, West, and North Hall as branch halls, which are in charge of the affairs of the various counties in the corresponding positions of Bianzhou. After all, the slender camels of the Changhe Gang are bigger than horses. Although they fail and decline, their strength is enough to draw a small Bianzhou as their territory, and the territory needs to be managed; the other two halls are the Dark Hall and the Baotang. The former is composed of elites in the gang, and they do everything in reconnaissance, spy and assassination, etc., while the latter manages the gang industry and transports materials and goods to the gang.

It was already noon after the speeches of the major leaders. Apart from those well-dressed, no one of the children below could have a good face. They were weak, and they could not eat well or wear warm, so their physical condition could not be compared.

But at this moment, the leader Xu Qingchang looked at several leaders, nodded with a smile on his eyes, and instructed a black-clothed disciple with a loud voice to stand up:

"Dear boys, this trial of taking apprentices has officially begun! I will read the rules below!"

"Look to the left! A mountain road leads to our gang's Leicai Peak. As usual, you must climb to the top of our peak before dark and sunset. Those who climb can enter our sect to practice martial arts. Those who have not climbed will be dismissed. The rules are simple and the itinerary is difficult. Start immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young men who had reacted rushed to the mountain road that the black-clothed disciple said to him on his left hand. Zhang Ming was no exception. However, before entering the mountain road, he glanced at the young men in brocade standing in front of the crowd. They looked at the poor boys who tried every means to fight for a future for themselves with disdain, as if they were disdainful to argue with them at this time, and stood leisurely with unconcealed contemptuous eyes at the crowd.

He felt a little frustrated, but he couldn't care about that much. Zhang Ming shook his head and threw away these thoughts and focused on following the flow of people. Because he was hungry, he knew that his physical strength must be inferior to those teenagers who seemed to have no worries about food and clothing. He could only do his best to reduce the consumption of physical energy.

After entering the forest for a while, several mountain roads suddenly broke apart, and the abortion suddenly separated. Everyone followed their intuition and found a way to walk by. Zhang Ming thought for a while, and a few black-clothed disciples who followed them into the mountain road to protect them from accidents were drilled into the forest on the side with surprise eyes. While slowly resting and nourishing their physical strength, they were ready to wait for the young men in brocade to come and decide how to go.

He believed that these people were different from them, from their ability to easily recognize the sword skills that the gang leader showed off to their unhappy and strolling in the courtyard, Zhang Ming was convinced that following them would be the best solution.

Soon, the crowds were gone, and the boys in brocade clothes walked over slowly, as if they were on an outing. They had no communication, but chose the same road at the fork in the road!

Sure enough, people are different...
Chapter completed!