Chapter 9 Feng Tianyu Issued the Appointment

"Hah! The old Taoist priest always has a way out when it matters. This time they have run fast, and I'll let them go for now, but the next time when I meet them, I won't let them go lightly." Just now, the more Feng Tianyu fought, the more depressed he was and the more he could not vent his anger. However, he finally broke the three with a single move, disintegrating their formation, and at the same time, injuring a person. Under this situation, Feng Tianyu suddenly felt a lot of pleasure released from his heart and could not resist laughing loudly and saying loudly to Ouyang Bo. Ouyang Bo was unable to say anything more, and he smiled faintly and shook his head. Feng Tianyu saw Mu Qianmei beside him and then understood the truth. It was even more uncontrollable for him to feel happy. So it was the contribution of that little girl! Mu Qianmei had always admonished herself to be self-effacing and not be in the limelight or let outsiders know her secret. These people also understandably went along with her low profile. The fun that the crowd expected came to a haphazard end, which was more or less disappointing. However, people finally understood after thinking about it. Indeed, with so many experts at the scene, the three evils did not have any advantage in a hard fight. It was the best choice for them to compete with Feng Tianyu, and if they could defeat Feng Tianyu, they would be able to have a stronger voice and then smoothly raise Zhao Qi'er. Even if Zhao Qi'er could not be a gang master, he could be a vice master, or at least an elder. Unfortunately, their formation was broken, and the joint effort of the three ended with a resounding defeat and one person injured. So, there was no point in staying here, and they could only leave in disgrace. They came fast and went even faster. Only Zhao Qi'er and his party were left standing there, being embarrassed and uncomfortable. But Zhao Qi'er had also been a leader for many years, and the persons he brought here were well-skilled fighters, so he still had some confidence. After coughing, he opened his mouth and said, "Since we can't cooperate happily, then we'd better not interfere in affairs of each other anymore. Our Beggar Gang in Dongqin will just guard our Dongqin territory." Feng Tianyu did not hesitate to say, "That's impossible! The Beggar Gang is one family. If your Dongqin's Beggar Gang is allowed to exist independently, aren't the Beggar Gangs of every kingdom able to exist independently? In that case, what is the difference from the past?" Zhao Qi'er opened his mouth and was surprisingly speechless. How could he be so domineering? Feng Tianyu did not wait for him to speak and then immediately said, "You have two choices now. The first is to join the Beggar Gang. You can be the hall director of a branch hall in Dongqin and continue leading a part of the Beggar Gang brothers in Dongqin to develop and grow with us together. But we will arrange a vice hall director to assist your management. The second is a battle, and you can fight alone or in a group. If you win, your gang will be independent, but if you lose, you should leave the ranks of the Beggar Gang with your people and go to find another way out on your own." After saying that, he did not urge Zhao Qi'er but patiently waited for his choice. Zhao Qi'er quietly clenched his right hand, and after hesitating for a while, he helplessly released his fist and bowed his head, and said, "Zhao Qi'er, Dongqin branch's hall director, greetings to Gang Master Feng!" Seeing that their leader had already admitted defeat, the group of brothers behind him hesitated for a short while and then also completed the half-kneeling salute that the Beggar Gang members had just performed. They said in unison, "Greetings to Gang Master Feng!" Whether they were sincere or not, they eventually chose to conform to the general trend. At that moment, this little disturbance was considered to an end. Zhao Qi'er did not call in the beggar brothers that he gathered outside the valley from the Dongqin because he knew there was no chance of winning the battle. Feng Tianyu immediately ordered the vice master and the eight elders to lead some members to remove the red cloths from the plaques hanging on the main building and the two side buildings on both sides. It was also the strange idea of that little girl. Under the eaves of the third floor in the main building, Zhuang Shujun, the vice master, looked handsome and stood straight with his white clothes flowing in the wind. He indeed looked majestic and dazzling. When he cleanly uncovered the red cloth on the plaque, "Beggar Gang", two wonderful vermilion words immediately displayed in front of the eyes of the public. It made everyone's heart shake and made them feel not only uplifting but also solemn. Following that, the plaques of the two side buildings closest to the main building were also unveiled by the elders. The one on the left was named "Loyalty Hall", and the one on the right was called "Gathering Tower". The crowd praised, "These names sound pretty nice!" Feng Tianyu and Ouyang Bo both involuntarily looked at Mu Qianmei with a smile. Mu Qianmei blushed and thought, "I was just borrowing them in memory of my old home!" Afterward, Feng Tianyu performed the appointment ceremony, announcing the names of the vice masters, military masters, eight elders, twelve hall directors, thirty-six branch directors and seventy-two incense directors, as well as letting everyone who had been appointed stand up and salute everyone. After that, Feng Tianyu took out a large stack of small round signs made of small black cloth blocks. He turned over to look at them himself first. The small cloth blocks were embroidered with some white horizontal bars, the number of which varied, the less there was only one, and the most there were twelve. He was unable to stop smiling and thought, "This little girl always thinks of some strange ideas." Then with a serious expression, he said, "In order to distinguish the identity of each person, we purposely made such a sign. Look, the white horizontal bar on it represents our identity. The highest twelve horizontal bars stand for the gang master, eleven for the vice masters, ten for the military masters and the Doctor Ye, nine for the eight elders, eight for the twelve hall directors, seven for the thirty-six branch directors. Six bars represent the seventy-two incense directors, and the bars from five to one represent the brothers of the different levels of the gang." "I hope everyone can remember carefully and keep working hard to increase your rank. The higher your rank is, the heavier the tasks that you can complete are. Accordingly, you can enjoy higher entitlements." Everyone immediately shouted enthusiastically. After joining the gang, they finally had a goal to strive for. The most important thing in managing a gang was to enable everyone with the opportunity of moving forward, and promotion was the best way to do that. There would be different rewards for completing different tasks. When accumulating to a certain level, they could be promoted step by step so that everyone would have the motivation to do the tasks. Mu Qianmei knew exactly the logic behind it. These rituals, which seemed a mixture of ancient and modern, were also designed by Mu Qianmei. The guests felt strange but also found it fresh and interesting. They watched the whole process with excitement. When the ceremony was over, four o'clock had passed, and it was about five o'clock now. Some people had something to do and went back in a hurry, while many people wandering about stayed behind. They seemed like going to liven up the Beggar Gang headquarter for one night before leaving. Beggar Gang set up a feast at the headquarter to entertain visitors from all directions! The three tables in the main building hall were all for the honored guests of the Beggar Gang. At the main seat of the center table sat the red-faced Feng Tianyu. Mu Qianmei sat close beside him. At the same table, there were also the descendants of the three ancient martial arts families. The guests raised their cups to Feng Tianyu in celebration, and since all the guests who came were young, everyone respectfully addressed Feng Tianyu as Predecessor Feng. Feng Tianyu was in a good mood. He did not expect the little girl to become a genius after a catastrophe, and what she did during this period was like a dream. "For this little girl, let me go inside to this world once more!" Thought he. Dongfang Shaohong suddenly raised his cup and said to Feng Tianyu in salute, "Predecessor Feng, our grandfather informed us when we were leaving. He asked me to raise a drink to you on his behalf, firstly to apologize to you for not coming in person; secondly, to congratulate you. He hopes that you can lead the Beggar Gang to thrive in everywhere!" "Haha! Good, that old guy didn't forget about me. Cheers! When I have time, I must visit and drink heavily with him. I don't know if his body is still strong!" Feng Tianyu said with a loud smile. "Thanks for your concern, Predecessor Feng. My grandfather is in good health." Dongfang Shaohong replied with respect. Subsequently, the two Nangong sisters and the three Ximen brothers also offered a toast to Feng Tianyu on behalf of their grandfather. Feng Tianyu was very cheerful to drink and greeted each of them. Everyone at the table had a great time drinking. After Feng Tianyu finished his drink and said what he needed to say, he moved to the other two tables. He greeted all the representatives of the major gangs one by one, followed by leaving with the excuse of physical fatigue. It was a bunch of young people, and it was better to leave it to Zhuang Shujun to entertain them! Mu Qianmei got pestered by Nangong Yin. Nangong Qi also liked Mu Qianmei, this pretty, cute little girl, and kept asking her questions from time to time. Only Dongfang Lanzhu had a slight princess temper. She did not quite look up to the beggar origin of Mu Qianmei and paid less attention to her. But Dongfang Shaohong secretly observed Mu Qianmei, feeling her every look and every word always permeated eccentricity. He thought she was not like a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, so admiring her in the heart. The three Ximen brothers only cared about drinking and chatting. They were not much concerned about Mu Qianmei, the little girl at the table. Mu Qianmei had a general acquaintance with the three ancient martial arts families during this meal. And she also quietly observed the five major gangs. There were three monks who came from the Secret Buddha Sect, two young Taoist priests who came from the Xuanqing Faction, and four young nuns who came from the Piaomiao Pavilion. They were just right to get together at a table and eat vegetarian food accompanied by the old Taoist priest. From the Qinling Faction came the most people. There were five people. All of them were young men with good temperaments, each carrying a long sword, and apparently, they were swordsmen with good skills. From the Wanhua Valley came two beautiful young girls. They were about seventeen or eighteen years old. They dressed in snow-white and showed an elegant temperament, looking not like martial artists but two music-loving artists. Handsome men and women at this table were accompanied by Zhuang Shujun, who also had an extraordinary temperament. After Feng Tianyu left, everyone seemed to relax a bit more. They toasted each other and chatted about some anecdotes in all corners of the country. The atmosphere was lively and warm. However, Mu Qianmei felt a little uncomfortable. These people all treated her as a little girl, and she was just dealing with the occasional question in a perfunctory manner. After a long time, she wanted to go away and could not resist yawning. Nangong Qi kindly smiled and said, "Little Miss, are you sleepy? You can go to rest first. You don't need to accompany us." Only then did Mu Qianmei feel relieved, and she left apologetically after saluting everyone. However, in the dark unknown to everyone, there were always people who constantly sent news here to different places on the Yugu continent. This moment was just a brief calm before the storm.