Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

After returning to Hongfu from Yuloudong, Cong entered his room.

Expand the chat page and click to enter the private chat with the great sage.

I sent two of Yuloudong's signature dishes, spicy chicken and tripe tips in soup.

[Sun Wukong beat Tathagata to death with a stick]: "?"

[Cong Ye]: "Great Sage, try it!"

Cong also waited for almost a few minutes.

The chat page vibrates.

[Sun Wukong beat Tathagata to death with a stick]: "?! What is this? How can it be so delicious? {Shocked}{Shocked}"

Cong also showed a proud smile.

He knew that no one could resist spicy chicken and tripe soaked in soup.

[Cong Ye]: "This is the food here, and there are many varieties. I will send it to the Great Sage often in the future!"

I have to say that this chat group is really useful.

[Sun Wukong beats Tathagata to death with a stick]: "Okay! {Star Eyes} Then remember to tell me what you are missing! {Star Eyes} I can change it for you! {Star Eyes}"

The alliance between Cong Ye and the Great Sage was officially reached.

Immortals are also very fond of food and drink.

It can be seen from Chang'e who is extremely greedy.

She can be happy for a long time with just one piece of mooncake.

Cong is also officially living a good life.

He lay stretched out on a large bed carved from pear wood and covered with soft and delicate cotton, waiting to fall into a sweet dream.

Just when he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door.

"Cong Ye? The young master asked you and Chen Pi to come over!"

The voice of the maid in the house came from the crack in the door.

Cong Ye: "..."

Why on earth do we have to talk about it while taking a nap?

He took a deep breath and lamented that life was not what he wanted.

Sliding off the bed, he opened the door and saw Chen Pi walking out of the opposite room and the little maid in front of him.

"Walk."

Chen Pi followed the maid, not even looking at Cong Ye.

Cong Ye didn't care, Chen Pi had such a temper, and the day Chen Pi smiled playfully at him, he would really feel like he had seen a ghost.

He followed lazily.

Er Erhong was not waiting for them in the front hall, but in the courtyard.

Plum blossom stakes were erected in the center of the courtyard, about two meters high.

Cong Ye also had a bad premonition in his heart.

He and Chen Pi stood still in front of Er Erhong.

Er Erhong wore a black sapphire-blue floral satin round-neck robe today, which made his complexion as delicate as white jade, making him unparalleledly handsome.

His eyes turned to Cong Ye and Chen Pi, and he said:

"Since you worship me as your teacher, you have to listen carefully to whatever you want to learn next."

"First, you have to learn drama."

He stretched out a white finger with a solemn expression.

Chen Pi frowned, a look of resistance revealed on his expression: "Opera? Why do you want to learn opera?"

Cong Ye did not speak, but waited curiously for Er Erhong's answer.

"There is no reason. Since you worship me as your teacher, you have to learn whatever I teach."

Er Erhong has a good skin.

Even though he is still a 16-year-old boy, his delicate and handsome eyebrows make the little girl's heart beat wildly.

Normally he always had a smile on his face, but now he became domineering and his aura was so amazing that even Chen Pi didn't dare to refute.

Cong Ye nodded, he is a person who prefers to be arranged by others.

He will learn whatever is arranged for him, as long as he is arranged well.

"There are two kinds of opera, Huagu Opera and Peking Opera. You must learn both."

Er Erhong glanced at Chen Pi and Cong Ye and stretched out her second finger:

"Second, you have to learn martial arts. As for what this martial arts is used for, you will know in the future."

February Red sold out.

Cong also vaguely remembered that the TV series was about tomb robbing, so there was no need to guess what Er Erhong used her time for.

Cong also received well.

Chen Pi's frown never relaxed.

What Er Erhong said was too mysterious.

He was almost confused.

I don't even know what I want to do in the future.

At this time, Er Erhong stretched out her third finger:

"Third, you must learn knowledge."

As for what kind of knowledge this knowledge was, Er Erhong also didn't say.

Chen Pi frowned even more, and couldn't help but think of the afternoon when Cong Ye taught him how to write, and his face suddenly turned black.

As soon as Cong Ye got out of his thoughts, he saw Chen Pi's ugly expression.

Learn?

It seems that tangerine peel has a long way to go.

Cong, who briefly served as Chen Pi's primary school teacher, also shook his head.

"Learn opera from morning to noon, learn kung fu from noon to afternoon, and learn knowledge before going to bed at night."

February Red is well arranged.

Cong Ye thought for a moment and asked, "Master, are there any rest days?"

How could his fragile body bear the burden of studying like this day and night?

Er Erhong: "You can rest on two days out of every seven days. You can choose the time yourself and report to me the night before."

Cong Ye was sad. He never expected that Er Erhong would be a strict teacher.

This is still somewhat different from the life he wants.

the next day.

Cong Ye was taken out of the bed by the maid early.

"Ouch! Why are you still asleep! If you are late later, the young master will definitely punish you severely!"

The maid was worried about Cong Ye.

While using his hands and feet to put on Congye's outer clothes, he talked about Congye.

When Cong Ye arrived, it was the moment when the hourglass of timing finally fell.

He was relieved.

Chen Pi and Er Er Hong had arrived early.

Er Erhong smiled and glanced at Cong Ye with an unknown meaning: "You are lucky today."

Cong also felt chilled by Er Erhong's smile.

"To learn Flower Drum Opera and Peking Opera, you must first understand these two opera types..."

February Red explains Cong Ye and Chen Pi.

Cong Ye felt sleepy after hearing this, but Er Erhong's eyes made him dare not really fall asleep.

As for the tangerine peel, Cong also took a look at it with his peripheral vision.

Although this guy was not sleepy, he had a gloomy face, as if someone owed him 80 million.

After all, Chen Pi’s bad face made Er Erhong unbearable:

"You hate opera so much?"

Er Erhong was sullen in her heart, but her face was still like a deep spring without any fluctuation.

Chen Pi gritted his teeth, stood up and knelt in front of Er Erhong:

"Master, I will work hard to learn martial arts and knowledge, but opera is such a bitch..."

bang——

Chen Pi hasn't finished speaking yet.

The February red porcelain cup was thrown hard on his forehead.

Blood slid down Chen Pi's forehead.

The whole face of Chen Pi looks particularly ferocious.

Cong also took a breath of cold air.

It hurt him to look at it.

Chen Pi remained silent.

"Get out."

Er Erhong said coldly to Chen Pi.

"Yes."

Chen Pi kowtowed to Er Er Hong, stood up and walked out, disappearing at the door.

Cong also felt a gaze falling on him.

He swallowed and turned back to look at the smiling fox master who showed no emotion or anger.

Cong Ye hugged the thin arms of his eight-year-old child tightly and shouted helplessly:

"Master, let me learn, don't hit me!"

Er Yuehong: "..."

It's okay that Chen Pi doesn't learn, but his insulting opera is what makes Er Erhong angry the most.

In this case, there is no need to teach Chen Pi in the field of opera.

In the future, the Liyuan industry will have nothing to do with tangerine peel.

"Do you like theater?"

Er Erhong slowed down her tone, walked over to Cong Ye and sat down.

Cong Ye glanced at Er Erhong guiltily.

He said he liked it, did Er Erhong believe it?

Er Erhong changed her question: "Then do you hate drama?"

This is simple.

Cong Ye shook his head firmly.

Which Chinese person would hate opera?

This is a precious intangible cultural heritage.

Don't like it, but definitely don't hate it.

"Then do you think opera singers are like girls?"

Er Erhong continued to ask.

Cong also clearly heard the gnashing of teeth in his voice.