Chapter 5 Beating the Dog with a Stick

On all four sides of Xiaogushan, large areas of flat land were artificially excavated and built into the Deacon Hall, Law Enforcement Hall, Sutra Pavilion and Iron Sword Platform. The Deacon Hall is located on the west side of the hillside of Xiaogushan.

The Deacon Hall is responsible for managing the distribution of various affairs of the inner and outer disciples of the Iron Sword League, and is also responsible for dealing with external gang forces and government forces. The Law Enforcement Hall is responsible for handling the affairs of disciples who violate the gang rules. The Sutra Pavilion is a place where various sword manuals and internal skills are collected. In the courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion, there is also a library that teaches basic knowledge to beginners. The Iron Sword Platform is where the inner disciples of the Iron Sword League usually practice.

When Wu Yan and Zhang Tao entered the courtyard of the Deacon Hall with high spirits, they met many young disciples with surprised faces along the way.

Although the two kept bending down and calling senior brothers, they were also very happy. Wu Yan was naturally happier. He finally didn't have to worry about food and clothing anymore. In fact, as long as he performed well, he could get silver every month in the future. As long as he saves the silver he receives every month and takes time to go down the mountain and find his family, he can use the money to settle them down.

Thinking of this, how could Wu Yan not be happy?

Walking into the courtyard of the Deacon Hall, the two saw many young disciples coming in and out in a hurry, and they were envious and expectant.

There were two rows of stone houses built against the mountain in the courtyard. The two shrank into the Deacon Hall, and saw a fat young man in brocade clothes chatting and laughing with several deacon disciples.

The young man in brocade clothes was Wang Feng, who had bullied Wu Yan twice in a row. When he saw Wu Yan and Zhang Tao walking in together, he was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Wu Yan's appearance clearly, his face showed an incredible expression.

Wang Feng did not need to take the assessment because of his brother Wang Bai. He just pretended all the way and walked in smoothly and became a formal disciple. As for whether he would become an inner disciple or an outer disciple in the future, this is not just about having a relationship, but also requires six months of swordsmanship learning and assessment. Only those who pass the final assessment can become inner disciples, worship under the high-level members of the gang, become true disciples, and enjoy higher treatment. As for those who fail the assessment, they can only become outer disciples and go down the mountain to help manage the business of the Iron Sword League in the towns of Gu County.

"Zhang... Zhang Tao, why did you go up the mountain with this stinky beggar? Didn't we agree to go up the mountain together yesterday? Why did you break the appointment today?"

Zhang Tao scratched his head and said honestly: "I just want to join the Iron Sword League with my own real ability, and don't want to rely on my second uncle's relationship."

Wang Feng's fat face was a little embarrassed. Zhang Tao's words clearly made him feel that this was a mockery of him not relying on real ability to get in. But he didn't dare to get angry because of Zhang Tao's second uncle's identity, and could only smile awkwardly.

The disciples of the Deacon Hall saw the bronze medals in Wu Yan's hands and knew that they were new disciples who passed the assessment. One of the long-faced young men seemed to recognize Zhang Tao and smiled at him: "Zhang Tao, good boy, you are finally willing to go up the mountain?"

Zhang Tao rubbed his hands and smiled: "Hehe, Brother Feng, we meet again."

"Are you also a new disciple? What's your name?" The long-faced young man looked at Wu Yan and asked.

"Hello, Brother Feng, my name is Wu Yan, this is my disciple token. Uncle Zhang said that new disciples must report here and listen to your arrangements." Wu Yan imitated other disciples in a slightly restrained manner, saluted and greeted the disciples of the Deacon Hall and replied.

"Humph, I didn't expect that a beggar like you could pass the assessment. Did you use some improper means to get in?" Before Brother Feng asked again, Wang Feng walked up to Wu Yan, covered his nose, and said in a weird tone.

"I joined the Iron Sword League with my own feet and passion. I am not like some people who can only join the league through backdoors and connections." Wu Yan was insulted and even kicked by Wang Feng several times. Hearing his insults again, he couldn't help but retort.

Anyway, he is now a formal disciple of the Iron Sword League. Even if Wang Feng came in through the backdoor through connections, he is just a formal disciple. Their identities are the same now. Why should he be afraid of Wang Feng?

Wang Feng didn't expect Wu Yan to dare to talk back. The deacons didn't expect that Wu Yan, who looked timid and honest, would dare to talk back to Wang Feng. They all looked at him with a look of interest.

Wang Feng stretched out his hand and pushed Wu Yan, making him stagger. At the same time, he cursed: "Stinky beggar, dare to talk back, I will beat you to death today!"

Wu Yan was furious. After standing still, he raised the dog-beating stick in his hand and hit Wang Feng on the head.

Although Wang Feng had learned some martial arts from his elder brother Wang Bo, they were limited. In addition, he was used to a life of luxury and rarely moved, so he was fat and could not dodge.

The dog-beating stick was an old bamboo stick. It hit Wang Feng's body and face more than a dozen times. Especially the split bamboo sticks at the front would not be comfortable for a strong man, let alone Wang Feng, who was delicate and tender.

Wang Feng immediately screamed like a pig being slaughtered, covering his face and shouting: "Rebellion, rebellion! Stinky beggar, I'm going to kill you today! Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Huang, don't you care? Stop him!"

The long-faced Senior Brother Feng and the other two deacon disciples did not expect that the two would really fight. However, in their eyes, they really looked down on this kind of street fighting. However, although it was ugly, it was quite interesting. For some reason, the two did not go up to persuade them, but laughed and watched the fun.

Zhang Tao stood aside, a little at a loss, scratching his head. He wanted to step forward to stop it, but didn't know how to persuade it. He kept waving his hands and said, "Wu Yan, Wang Feng, stop fighting. We are all brothers from the same sect, this, this, stop it."

Wang Feng was in pain, and while cursing and swearing, he covered his head and face and ran out of the Deacon Hall.

Wu Yan severely taught Wang Feng a lesson, and felt that he had let out the bad breath in his chest, and he felt particularly comfortable. However, he was so tired that he was out of breath. He leaned on his dog-beating stick and spat out the door: "What kind of person would bully the weak and poor? Today, my dog-beating stick was used to beat a dog. It was so satisfying!"

Zhang Tao was stunned and pointed at Wu Yan in surprise and said: "Wu Yan, you, why did you really beat him?"

Wu Yan said angrily: "Brother Zhang, you don't know how hateful this kid is. Last night, I passed by their house and he kicked me and broke the thing I was eating with. I didn't care about him. This morning when we gathered at the entrance of Wild Wolf Valley, he kicked me in the back again, causing a big bump on my head. You see, he hasn't gone down yet. I haven't cared about him yet. I didn't expect that I am now a formal disciple of our Iron Sword League, and he still insults me. Tell me, can I still tolerate it?"

Zhang Tao scratched his head, thought about it, and seriously He nodded and said, "So that's how it is. Well, you can't stand it. If you are bullied like this and still stand it, you are not a hero, but a bear."

Senior Brother Feng, with a long face, looked at Wu Yan with a smile, and then said to the two of them, "Come here, the two of you, these are the clothes and basic daily necessities prepared by our alliance for the new disciples. According to the rules of our Iron Sword Alliance, new disciples must learn some basic knowledge of reading and writing and meridian acupoints in the library over there in the Sutra Pavilion. After half a year, those who pass the assessment in the Deacon Hall can wait to be selected by the elders above to become the true disciples, and then they can learn swordsmanship. If you are lucky, you will be selected by our head and accepted as the closed disciple, then you will be promoted to heaven in one step."

Wu Yan and Zhang Tao were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling, and hurried over to take the two bundles handed over by Senior Brother Feng.

Senior Brother Feng leaned slightly towards Wu Yan, smiled softly, looked at him meaningfully and said, "Junior Brother Wu, do you know that you have caused big trouble? Hehe, Junior Brother Wang Feng's elder brother is the last disciple of our Steward Hall Master Zhao, and has always been highly valued by Master Zhao. Moreover, Master Zhao and Senior Brother Wang Bai are both famous for their protective nature. Junior Brother Wu, you must be careful and take care of yourself. However, I admire your courage, haha!"