Today, the famous chefs in Tianyun Mountain gathered at Tianyun Mountain's general manager, and the waiters were all the waiters from the stores under the general manager's name.
The smile on the face may be because of the happy gathering with the family, maybe it’s because the New Year’s emoluments from the chief helm fill a whole pocket, or maybe it’s because today’s sumptuous dishes bring together famous dishes from all over the world and everyone has a share?
The tables of the Eight Immortals were placed one after another, and the road left in the middle was getting narrower and narrower due to the crowds of people.
The lights are bright and the place is red.
Noisy sounds are unpleasant, but they are not unpleasant because of the joy in them.
This was the first time Jing Wen had seen a table with thousands of people in his life, and it was also the first time the new disciples had seen it.
Today there is no distinction between you and me, there is no distinction between you and me. We are all brothers who are as close as family members at the wine table.
Chang Shisan: "Xun'er, how long has it been?"
Lin Xun hurried over: "At the moment of the hour."
Chang Shisan: "Change clothes."
Lin Xun opened Huanghuali's antique lacquered wardrobe and looked at the robes hanging inside, white, black, gray, dark green, orchid, red...
Uh-huh?
Red?
When did Master ever wear red clothes?
The sleeves are embroidered with golden threads, and clean pearls are threaded through them. The inconspicuous straps on the skirt are not made of fabric, but are made of interwoven gold and silver threads.
Lin Xun was dumbfounded by the extremely complicated craftsmanship. He looked carefully and carefully ran his fingertips across them, making people afraid to touch them easily.
"Wow! Oh my god! So beautiful!"
This is the only red dress.
It looks out of place in a full wardrobe.
Simple and elegant, the ink color is fragrant. This is the main style. This red robe is dazzling and is not the same style at all.
Chang Shisan: "Bring the red one."
Lin Xun held it high and took it out from the closet. The weight was on his hand. Every inch was "gold".
Chang Shisan opened his arms, and Lin Xun stood on tiptoes, adjusting his left and right arms, back and forth, and buckling his belt.
Lin Xun: "Master, why is it red?"
Chang Shisan: “No reason.”
This is not the way to chat, you will have no friends if you look like this...
Lin Xun: "You are so generous, so you should support me."
Is it necessary to support you just by buying a piece of clothing?
Little cub.
Chang Shisan: "It's not expensive. I am a teacher and I know the owner of a tailor shop."
Lin Xun: "Do you also know the owner of the tailor shop?"
Chang Shisan: "The tailor shop was given to him by his master."
Lin Xun: "...Oh!"
A big white eye.
Crying, why is Master so rich? A rich man from a rich land.
The guard came to report: "Reporting to the leader, the sect hall is ready. The helmsman, the guardian and all the chief helmsmen have arrived...except Young Master Lin."
Chang Shisan: "Xun'er, give Mo Yang as your teacher, and you can report to Ling Xiu."
Lin Xun: "Yes."
Thousands of people are waiting for one ear
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"The gang leader is here!" came a voice,
Thousands of voices rose up: "Greetings to the gang leader!"
From Men Street to the ancestral hall, all the disciples knelt on one knee, clasping fists with both hands, and holding swords in their hands.
Going up to the ancestral hall, step by step, must be done firmly and with brilliance.
Chang Shisan holds the Moyang Sword tightly with one hand, holding it halfway in front of his belt with one hand, his hair tied up in a bun, and his shawl hanging down.
The red color becomes deeper under the light.
Once a year.
Official memorial ceremony.
Solemn and solemn.
There is no extra sound, just breathing and heartbeat.
The dignity of the Tianyunshan sect cannot be violated, nor should it be violated when facing the ancestors in the sect.
Adhering to etiquette and justice is the most fundamental bloodline of the Tianyun Mountain Sect.
Everything starts with self-respect.
The smell of incense spreads from the ancestral hall to the air outside. The whole world is soaked in the aroma.
Bow once, pray again, and pray three times.
No sluggishness, no pause.
Although the wound groaned, his expression remained unchanged.
Chang Shisan: "Disciple Chang Shisan brings his disciples to bow. May the Tianyun Mountain sect enjoy long blessings and good health. Disciples kowtow again."
Goodbye.
The sect members are uniformed, once a year. For newcomers, it is the second time, once for joining the sect, and once for the annual festival.
Standing up slowly, Chang Shisan looked up at Xiao Dong, and bowed again, as a master.
After worshiping, he turned around and faced thousands of brothers.
Raise the wine glass high as the beginning of the New Year party.
"Chang Shisan is here to pay tribute to all brothers. The first cup is to the six helmsmen of Tianyunshan Sect."
"Thank you, leader!"
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"The second cup is for the ten guardians of Jingtian Yunshan Sect."
"Thank you, leader!"
…
"The third cup, I would like to pay homage to the chief helmsman of the Yunshan faction and all the helmsmen."
"Thank you, leader!"
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"The fourth cup, I would like to pay tribute to all the shopkeepers under the general helmsman's name."
"Thank you, leader!"
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"Finally, three cups to the person who deserves the most respect, Tianyun Mountain sent tens of thousands of brothers!"
"Thank you, leader!"
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The first thing to do after leaving the clan hall - induce vomiting!
Chang Shisan was in a hurry, and of course he couldn't take the easy route. He quickly found a corner, and Lin Xun followed closely.
He stretched out his hand, and Lin Xun handed over the chopsticks he had prepared earlier.
Without internal strength, inducing vomiting is really troublesome.
He took the chopsticks and stabbed it into his throat, and his stomach couldn't bear it immediately - he spit out all the wine he had drunk.
Uncomfortable!
It’s such an old wine, what a pity!
Lin Xun handed over the mouthwash: "Master"
Chang Shisan: "Does Master smell of alcohol?"
Lin Xun: "Yes."
How could this not be possible? Even if you spit it out, you have actually drank seven glasses of wine in a row just now.
What should I do? Shaoan is absolutely not allowed to drink, how can he fool him?
Chang Shisan: "Xun'er, go and bring over half a jug of wine that I drank for my master."
After Lin Xunpianpidianpianer brought it, Chang Shisan continued: "Drink a few sips."
Um, what's going on?
Just drink. Anyway, you don’t have this opportunity normally. Master allows you to drink, so naturally you won’t refuse.
Gudonggudong drank several sips in succession.
Chang Shisan: "Pour out the rest and sprinkle it on my teacher's clothes. Remember, when Shaoan asked about the smell of alcohol on my teacher, he said it was because you accidentally sprinkled it on my teacher after drinking. Got it?"
?”
Shaoan was not from the Tianyun Mountain sect. He hid far away from worshipers in the ancestral hall and did not see him at all.
Then you can even be deceived.
Lin Xun: "But all the brothers saw the ancestral worship ceremony. You were drunk."
Chang Shisan: "Nonsense, I clearly drank water at that time."
Um...Master, you can really do it.
Lin Xun: "Heh, oh."
Tangtang Gang Leader, how is it okay to use water instead of wine when worshiping in the ancestral hall? Absolutely not, there is no sincerity. The toast must be wine.
A tall back and a slender figure.
He looked at the two sneaky people from a distance, huh? They looked so familiar from behind.
As I came closer, the outline became more and more familiar.
"Gang leader?"
Chang Shisan looked back warily, after all he was doing something shady.
Lin Xun stood aside, senior brother? The legendary master's senior brother? Captain Ji Hongji, the head of Qingshan City.
Ji Hong poked his finger at the damp clothes: "Well, this is it?"
Thirteen embarrassedly prevaricated: "Ah, Xun'er, your uncle"
Lin Xun stuffed the wine bottle into Shisan's arms.
He hurriedly knelt on his knees and bowed: "Lin Xun pays homage to my uncle."
Ji Hong stepped forward to help him: "Hey, get up, get up. Have you really accepted a disciple? Lin Xun, Lin Xun, Uncle Lin's youngest son, right?"
Lin Xun: "It's uncle."
Ji Hong looked up and down: "You're so good. This is nothing like when you were a kid. Oh my god, I was so naughty when I was a kid. I remember it until now when I met you once."
He touched himself up and down. It was the first time for this young nephew to meet during the Chinese New Year. He gave such a big gift, so at least he had to pay for the red envelope.
Hey, shabby. Apart from Master Xiao Dong’s jade pendant, there really isn’t anything valuable.
The reaction was exactly the same as Xiao Jin's. The first time he was rummaging around for valuables.
The difference is that Xiao Jinfan found it, while Ji Hong really couldn't find the right one.
Ji Hong: "Well, that uncle will give you a meeting gift tomorrow. The uncle will go find you tomorrow and send it to you."
Lin Xun waved his hands repeatedly: "Uncle, you are too polite, there is no need."
Why not? Lin Xun wouldn't think so. I have to give him a gift during the Chinese New Year, right? You can be my own master, that's ridiculous. Humph, if the master wasn't around, I...I would definitely "condemn" you.