The shopkeeper led a large group of people under the guidance of the gray disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Sect.

"Eh, your house is pretty big. Mo Xiaoxiao opened two long legs and followed the shopkeeper's side, and poked the shopkeeper: "The real person doesn't show his face, no wonder you go to Haikou to make up for my ticket, I didn't expect you to be the second-in-command of the Tibetan Soldier Gate, one of the nine major sects." ”

The gray disciple's actions just now were too eye-catching, and it was difficult for everyone to pay attention to them.

"Don't make a fuss. The shopkeeper pressed Mo Xiaoxiao behind him expressionlessly: "That old boss is dizzy and gave the wrong card, this is a misunderstanding, just go back and let him explain it to you." ”

However, he knows his own affairs, Bai Xiaosheng doesn't think that the old head of the Tibetan Soldier Sect is an old fool, even if it is in decline, the Tibetan Soldier Sect is still one of the nine major sects, and the person who can sit at the peak of the transcendent power will be Alzheimer's?

The shopkeeper was explaining to everyone, and Shan Lao was talking to the gray disciple.

"Why is there no one in the door?" Shan Lao couldn't help but ask in his heart: "Is it possible that there are any activities that can't be done?"

Many sects will hold martial arts and cultural fighting activities every other period of time, so as to enrich the spare time life of their disciples, and occasionally rummage through the treasury to find some elixirs that are almost past the warranty period, and natural treasures that look pretty good when their medicinal properties have almost volatilized. A little flawed, but you don't need to use a good blade that can't be seen for a long time as a reward for the top disciples, which can not only enrich the vision of the disciples in the door, but also grasp the progress of the disciples in the door.

This kind of activity is absolutely attractive to the disciples of the sect who practice martial arts on weekdays.

However......

"Nope. The gray disciple of the Tibetan Soldier Gate shook his head: "Since I started, I have never heard of this custom in my Tibetan Soldier Sect. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel sad for this disciple, and even Mo Xiaoxiao grinded his mouth: "My family comes to the arena every other month to fight crickets...... As soon as the words fell, everyone shrunk their necks at a glance.

Unexpectedly, this gray disciple of the Tibetan Soldier Sect smiled indifferently: "Don't care, I know my own family affairs, this girl is right, other families come to the event every three or five times, and it is very lively, but so what, my Tibetan Soldier Sect is still one of the nine major sects." As he spoke, he held his head high, and his walking momentum seemed to be a little enough.

Although this gray disciple was only the lowest disciple of the Tibetan Soldier Sect, everyone could see that this person was not pretentious at all about the pride and pride of being a disciple of the Tibetan Soldier Sect, it was an emotion from the heart.

Bai Xiaosheng nodded in admiration when he saw this, it is not powerful to lead the people around him to share weal and woe, to be able to make the grassroots so hearty, that is called ability, that old head is still very good at the guidance of sect governance and humanistic spirit, and there are not many young people who can endure loneliness these years.

Under the leadership of the gray disciples. Everyone came to a crowded place, and there was everything gray, white, blue, and white in the crowd.

"It's ......"

"This is the hall of my Tibetan Soldiers' Gate. After all, in his eyes, the "deputy head" is here, and it is really not good to see such a noisy scene, the gray disciple scratched his head with a little burning face, and explained stubbornly: "It's not like this on weekdays, but today there is a distinguished guest in the door." ”

"Guest?"

"That's right, and it's one of the twelve earthly branches of Wangji Tower!" said this person's gray disciple's eyes burned: "It is said that this person became the head of the twelve earthly branches at a young age, and he is highly regarded, and he is the most promising candidate to succeed the next owner of Wangji Tower!" But this is not the point, the point is that this person is here to choose Liyangwei. ”

"Liyangwei, ......"

The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed with interest.

As early as before, the shopkeeper read and knew the "Jianghu Common Sense" series compiled by Bai Xiaosheng by heart, which contained the information of Liyangwei.

"Isn't it great to be Liyangwei?" Guo Xiaodao grew up in Wolongshan Village since he was a child, and he has never been in contact with the outside world.

"Of course!" the gray disciple said enviously: "The disciples of the Nine Great Sects who can become the disciples of Liyangwei are all masters among the masters in the sect, the elite of the elites, with the will of the sect, holding the authority of the royal family, wandering the rivers and lakes to punish and eliminate evil, just like ...... It's like ......"

"Like a hero?"

"That's right! like a hero...... Uncle Du!" The gray disciple was halfway through his speech, and realized that the voice of the stubble was somewhat familiar, and when he turned around, he saw that the speaker jumped up in fright on the spot.

Standing behind everyone was a man in a black and white robe, the cuffs of the wide-sleeved black and white robe on his body were not past his fingertips, and his black hair was scattered behind his head, looking uninhibited.

"Black and white robes?" Bai Xiaosheng recalled in his mind the class information about the Tibetan Soldier Sect: "From small to large, the disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Sect are gray and white, blue and white, red and white, and the high-ranking members of the Tibetan Military Sect are yellow and white, black and white, and all white. This man is one of the decision-makers of the Tibetan Military Sect, and he is a person with real power. ”

The gray disciple's voice of exclamation was not loud or small, but it was heard by all the disciples in the surrounding hall, and everyone shook in unison as if they had been collectively electrocuted, and then ran away, however, ......

"I'll see who dares to run!"

As soon as Du Wusheng's words came out, all the disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Sect froze in place, and even a few of them reacted quickly, performed light exercises, and leaped in mid-air, and Lan Bai was so frightened by this sound of "I see who dares to run" that he stopped his movements in mid-air, fell straight to the ground, and dragged himself to the ground and slid out a long distance by inertia.

"This man is so imposing. Mo Xiao muttered quietly.

Du Wusheng's black face came step by step: "No one cooks in the back kitchen, no one sweeps the floor in the courtyard, no one practices martial arts in the martial arts field, no one even takes care of the gate, and outsiders have sneaked to the door of our Tibetan Soldier Gate Hall!

The outsiders in Du Wusheng's mouth were naturally the shopkeepers and others, and the gray disciple muttered in a low voice: "This is not an outsider either." ”

"What did you say?" the gray disciple muttered in a low voice that did not escape Du Wusheng's ears, and turned to look at the people in the shopkeeper: "How many are you...... Huh?" Du Wusheng saw the little man hiding behind the shopkeeper, and his eyes moved: "The kid over there, you stand up and let me see you." ”