At this moment, Wolong Mountain is full of joy.

Since the closure of the mountain, although life in the military gate has been a little harder, but none of the disciples shouted bitterness and tiredness, one by one is strictly following the order of the head of the mountain to close the door, and even some of the disciples who like to go down the mountain to go out to play are full of serious faces, but Rao is so can not change the fact that the Tibetan military gate is indeed forced to close the mountain and close the door, which is a great shame no matter which sect it is put in, not to mention the Tibetan military gate that is attracted the attention of the world, this is simply to put the Tibetan military gate full of doors on the fire and roast.

From that moment on, there should be morning classes and morning classes up and down the Tibetan Soldier Gate, martial arts training, food and drink, and there seemed to be no change on the surface, but an elusive atmosphere always lingered in the Tibetan Soldier Gate, and the whole door was uncomfortable.

"It may be a good thing that the brocade rat has come to make trouble this time. Du Wusheng looked at Sha Qianqi's hands stretched out, full of dishes from palms to shoulders, Xiao Long and Xiao Hu hurriedly put down the wine jar in their hands and came to pick up the dishes and serve them, and shook their heads.

At this moment, the large open space behind the mountain gate of the Tibetan Soldier Gate has been filled with long tables and short chairs, and the tables have been moved from various places, the square and eight immortal tables, the semi-circular wall table, and even the four corners of some tables have fresh stubble - this is temporarily changed with beds.

The gray and white disciples in the door are busy moving the wine jar out of the backyard cellar, and the blue and white disciples and even the middle and high-level of the door have rolled up their sleeves and run to the back kitchen to serve dishes and set the table, all kinds of dishes are available, in order to celebrate the defeat of the Tibetan Soldier Gate, the head of the twelve earth branches, the Tibetan Soldier Gate Guo Ye recovered, and the deputy head returned, the entire Tibetan Soldier Gate was very lively, just like a festival.

And there was only one person alone outside of this fiery atmosphere, and he was unusually calm.

The brocade rat came to make trouble, which completely ignited the gloomy atmosphere of the Tibetan Soldier Gate, and made the pent-up emotions of the disciples completely burst out, and with the help of the shopkeeper, Guo Ye's "bloody battle" turned the tide and set off the emotions in the hearts of the disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Gate, so that the Tibetan Soldiers Gate was "lived" again, but how long can this "live" be "lived"?

This incident made Du Wusheng see the burning ambition of the Liyang Emperor behind him, the time that the red and white disciple Guo Xian sacrificed himself to win could only stop the Liyang Emperor for fifteen years, this time the brocade rat was ordered to come to force the Tibetan soldiers to take over the Liyang Guard, which completely exposed the impatience of the Liyang Emperor, and a trend of wind and rain coming and dark clouds overpowering Du Wusheng was out of breath.

I'm afraid that this river and lake won't be calm for long.

"Come on, come on, let let!let let!" A stack of porcelain plates stacked into a hill is a person firmly on the hands, finger seams are stacked, porcelain plates and porcelain plates between clever mutual borrowing, each porcelain plate can fall to a fulcrum, so that the dishes contained in this porcelain plate will not be crushed, the mountain where the porcelain plate is completed completely blocked the sight of the end plate people, you must know that the kitchen is several bends away from here, and you have to walk more than a thousand steps, I don't know how this guy walked all the way with the plate.

Some Tibetan soldiers were stunned when they saw this porcelain plate mountain, and the people who served the plate were not angry: "What are you looking at one by one, come and help." ”

Only then did the disciples of the Tibetan Soldiers Sect react, and carefully dismantled the porcelain panshan and put it on the tables with different shapes, and the people behind them also revealed the true face of Lushan.

The shopkeeper helped a wide cloth on his head to wrap his hair firmly, tied a gray apron around his waist that looked like he was stained with oil, and after the plate full of delicious dishes in his hands was divided, he skillfully wiped the vegetable soup oil juice accidentally stained on his hands on the apron, but before he could turn around, he was quickly pulled by Du Wusheng: "Deputy head, why are you here?"

The shopkeeper was puzzled: "Why can't I be here?"

Du Wusheng frowned: "You are the deputy head, this reception banquet was originally held for you, if you do it yourself, won't it be a mess?"

The shopkeeper smiled and spread his hands: "Look around, messy? As he was talking, a disciple came out from behind: "Deputy Master! Brother Chef is looking for you to try the dishes!"

The shopkeeper waved his hand familiarly: "Come on!"

Du Wusheng was dumbfounded by this operation, this person who had only been in the Tibetan Soldier Gate for a few days, how could he be so familiar with the disciples in the door?

"Don't complicate things. The shopkeeper patted Du Wusheng: "A sect, the rules are important, but there are more important things, sometimes, when you should open your eyes and close your eyes, you should simply not open your eyes. As he spoke, he pointed to Sha Qianqi, who was cheered and cheered by the disciples of the Tibetan Soldiers Sect around him, and smeared a handful of oil on Du Wusheng's shirt with his other hand, and patted Du Wusheng's shoulder: "Don't think about it, the sky is still high, and the rivers and lakes are not your alone." After that, under the repeated urging of the disciples in the back kitchen, he trotted in the direction of the back kitchen with a smile on his face.

Du Wusheng stood in place, touching the oily stains that were rubbed all over his body by his deputy head, rubbing his greasy fingers again, and fell into deep thought. A red-and-white man who was not doing well came over with a wine bottle and swayed over: "How is it? I am surprised? I can't imagine that the deputy head of the man who is blown as a god is so down-to-earth?"

Hearing Guo Wei's question, Du Wusheng shook his head, looked at the person who was surrounded by the smiling faces of the disciples in the door and was pushed towards the back kitchen, laughing incomparably indulgent and free, and muttered: "I'm just thinking, if this person is in the door all these years, what kind of situation will our Tibetan Soldiers Gate be like at this time?"

Guo Wei burped, rolled his eyes and thought about it, then shook his head: "I can't think of it, but at least I know one thing." ”

"Huh?"

"The image you've maintained for so many years is gone. Guo Wei pointed to the oil stains on Du Wusheng's body and smiled drunkenly.

"Image?" Du Wusheng looked at the oil stains on his body, recalled what he had just said, his mind seemed to be much clearer, he simply took off his upper body shirt and wrapped it around his waist to act as an apron, rolled up his sleeves, and the previous gloomy expression on his face was replaced by a hearty face: "What image is not image? The most important thing today is to be happy." As he spoke, he walked in the direction of Sha Qianqi, and a roar came out: "Lao Sha! Put down the hundred-year-old wine jar of the old master! That is what I want to worship my ancestors today!" "You guys! Give me work! Give me chopping wood! I don't know if there is not enough firewood in the back kitchen!" "Serve me food!" The deputy head will serve you food, and he will dare to serve you food!? "Don't be afraid of losing your life!?" "Move for me! Move! If anyone is lazy today and I find out, they will all copy the door rules for me a hundred times!"

Du Wusheng figured it out, what rivers and lakes are not rivers and lakes, what he can do is to protect the one-third of an acre of land in front of him, and take care of these uncompetitive little cubs in front of him.

When everyone was busy, the old boss squatted on the roof, looking at the lively Tibetan soldiers at the door and muttered: "Ancestor, you are right, that person really has incredible power, this power is very infectious, and this river and lake will eventually undergo earth-shaking changes because of his awakening." ”

As he spoke, the old man took out a wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, wiped the wine stains on his mouth and beard, and burped and felt refreshed.

"It's so nice to have a backer. ”