Withdrawing back his mind, Zhang Ming opened his eyes and got off his bed. At this moment, the door pounded.

"Who?" Zhang Ming asked in confusion and walked towards the door.

"I am a disciple of Su Wenping, the leader of the Dark Hall group, and I am here to summon you to pass the official disciple this time and open the door quickly!"

Zhang Ming hurriedly walked to the door and opened it. He saw a black shirt disciple wearing a hairband with bright eyes. The disciple was looking at Zhang Ming strangely. It made Zhang Ming feel furious, and then he smiled: "Junior brother, don't blame me, the master has told me about you, and is about to look at how you got into his old man's eyes."

Zhang Ming kept saying "I dare not", and the disciple said, "Follow me." After that, he walked ahead first. Zhang Ming quickly picked up his bags that had been prepared and followed immediately.

On the way, the disciple said indifferently: "My real name is Zhang Wuhan. You and I say that you are still from my family. You can call me Senior Brother Zhang or Senior Brother Han. Hehe, this time I looked at you so unscrupulously is a bit rude. But I heard that you were smart when you were in the beginning and tested, so I was a little curious. You have a root and bones. You have only half a year to cultivate the Sunshine Cloud to this level. It is not surprising that you are a master's disciple. It may not be possible to take many years to do it!"

"It's just that you don't know how many years you have confiscated the poor disciples of the poor family, let alone the status of a master. Outsiders will have some gossip. You will know in the future, so you don't have to take it to heart!"

Zhang Ming was of course happy when he heard this, but he pretended to hesitate and said, "This, Master Meng..."

"Haha, don't worry too much!" Zhang Wuhan shook his head and smiled, "Master, he has long been thinking about accepting you as his disciple. It seems that you like it very much, let alone make a promise. Since you have passed the big exam this year, there is no reason to regret it! From now on, you and I will be your dear brothers!"

Zhang Ming nodded repeatedly, and the two of them exchanged greetings for a few more words. After a while, they arrived at the lobby of a large temple behind several rows of courtyards. There was a plaque in the middle of the lobby with the words "Sunset in the Long River". A slightly fat man in blue shirt was standing in the lobby, and several teenagers were standing in front of him. Lin An, who had been paying attention to, was among them.

"Just wait here." Zhang Wuhan said quietly to Zhang Ming, then flashed to the side of the hall. Zhang Ming followed his figure and saw his Mengshi Su Wenping standing in a position in front, nodding and smiling at him.

"It seems that all the disciples are here?" The slightly fat man in blue clothes, also the leader of Xu Qingchang's gang who spoke when Zhang Ming entered the door that day, glanced at the hall for a week, nodded with a serious expression.

"Not bad." Tang Fang, the deputy leader, nodded and said that he should drink.

"Okay!" Xu Qingchang stepped forward and nodded to the ten disciples who had just passed the exam that had just been released. "You guys, do you know why are you here?"

A young man who was obviously from a wealthy family took a step forward, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Report to the leader of the gang! We are just at the moment of formal entry, and we are gathered here for this purpose, worshiping the ancestors of our gang and making a bloody oath!"

Xu Qingchang nodded in agreement and winked at the deputy gang leader Tang Fang. Tang Fang took a plate from the waiter on the side. Eleven small bowls were neatly filled with bright red and sticky blood, which had slightly solidified.

Xu Qingchang walked down the steps in front of the stage. Tang Fang followed behind him with a plate. Xu Qingchang stopped slightly in front of the ten disciples. Every time Tang Fang followed a disciple, he would signal him to take away a small bowl.

After a circle, there was only one small bowl left on the plate. Xu Qingchang picked it up, Tang Fang closed the plate and retreated. Xu Qingchang turned around and whispered to the disciples: "According to the rules of the gang, we will bring chicken blood and make a loyal person!"

Then he raised the small bowl high, drank it completely, and turned it upside down to indicate that the ten disciples followed them neatly to drink the chicken blood from the small bowl. Zhang Ming felt a churn in his stomach and felt a little nauseous, but the atmosphere in front of the hall was serious at this time and he did not dare to make any mistakes.

"Please give the portrait of the ancestor!" Xu Qingchang put the drink-clear small bowl aside and shouted loudly. Then two young and middle-aged men in white shirts walked up with a corner of a picture. The picture unfolded, but it was a portrait of an old man wearing a wide robe, fairy-like bones, and a few strands of beards under his chin.

Xu Qingchang raised his hands together with respect to the corner of his forehead, bowed, his body and legs perpendicular, and then stood up again, three times, and the disciples followed suit. The fragrance lit at some unknown time, and the smell filled the entire hall, making the scene more serious.

"Disciples, now I will be in the name of the 32nd leader of the Changhe Gang," Xu Qingchang turned around, and behind him was the portrait of the old ancestor, and said solemnly to the disciples, "I will give you the title of disciples of the Changhe Gang!"

"King Hat!" he picked up a sign from the side and shouted.

"Disciple is here!" A gray-shirted disciple bowed and answered, and walked forward a few steps, and Xu Qingchang handed him the sign.

"Lin An!"

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After a while, Zhang Ming also got his own brand and looked carefully. He wrote two unrecognizable characters in ancient scribble [1], but judging from the shape of the characters alone, Zhang Ming half guessed that this should be his name.

"Papapapapapapapapa!" After delivering the famous brand, Xu Qingchang smiled and clapped his palms. Ten waiters held a black shirt in their hands and each came to a disciple. Each of them took off their gray clothes one by one in the hall and put on black shirts that symbolize formal disciples.

"Okay, okay, there are ten more talented people in my sect!" Xu Qingchang laughed, "The next thing is to assign disciples to each hall!"

"Each disciple takes a piece of paper, write down the hall he wants to go to, and hand it over to me, and I will consider it as appropriate!" Xu Qingchang said, and someone handed the rice paper brushes to the ten disciples from the side. The ten people looked at each other a few times and wrote down their own wishes.

Of course, Zhang Ming immediately knew why he had to lead a disciple before. It turned out that this was a kind of secret communication news, so he had no hesitation at this time, so he could only write down the two big words "Dangtang" calmly.

While they were considering and writing down their wishes, from time to time, a few black-shirted disciples ran to the ear of the deputy gang leader Tang Fang and whispered something, including Zhang Ming, senior brother Zhang Wuhan. After the rice paper was collected, Tang Fang walked up to the stage and whispered in the ear of the gang leader Xu Qingchang.

"Okay, based on the personal wishes of the disciples and the overall arrangements of each hall, I announce - Wang Mao, Dongtang;... Zhang Ming, An, Untang; Lin An, Untang."
Chapter completed!