Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Cong Ye shook his head seriously: "Of course not."

Who can tell whether he is a real man by whether he can sing or not?

Except tangerine peel.

Cong also silently connoted in his heart.

Er Erhong nodded with satisfaction: "Then you learn opera from me."

Cong also caught a loophole: "Then...won't Chen Pi study in the morning?"

Wouldn’t it be possible to sleep in with tangerine peel?

Cong Ye resolutely stopped this unfair thing from happening between their master and apprentice.

A little laziness is enough to create a rift between their master and disciple.

Er Erhong looked in the direction of the door and sneered: "How is that possible?"

Seeing the knife hidden in Er Erhong's smile, Cong Ye felt relieved.

Facts have proved that don't offend Er Erhong, otherwise you will be like the rough skin and thick flesh of tangerine peel.

For 20 consecutive days, when Cong Ye got up every day, he could see that the tangerine peels in the water tank had already begun to be lifted in the yard.

It was still a bucket at first, but it was soon replaced by a water tank with February Red.

Cong Ye walked up to Chen Pi with a sigh and stared at his trembling hands, feeling much better.

This is called being happy when others are unhappy.

"If you don't have good conscience and wisdom, how can you have both wealth and honor?"

In front of Chen Pi, he pinched his throat and made a joke.

The good words and advice are false, and the real purpose is to take pleasure in others' misfortunes, and they also contain insinuations about Chen Pi's lack of brains.

Chen Pi couldn't understand, but he could tell what Cong Ye meant based on his tone and expression.

It was not a nice thing to say anyway, Chen Pi glared at Cong Ye fiercely.

"Your sentence is a bit more improved than yesterday."

Er Erhong came over at some point.

He commented that the sentence Cong Ye just said came from the lyrics of the famous Peking Opera drama "Universal Frontier".

Although he didn't show it on the surface, he was very happy in his heart.

Cong Ye is indeed a good actor. His phoenix eyes with pink eyelids and clear pupils are enough to make him stand out.

Not to mention that his voice is unique, clear and melodious, but not deliberately soft.

Singing it casually can make people stunned.

This is God rewarding food.

"Hey, I don't dare to do anything in front of the master."

Cong Ye ran to Er Erhong. When he smiled, a shallow pear dimple appeared on his cheeks.

Er Yuehong was partial to him, so naturally she got close to him.

"Let's not study opera for today. We have guests at home."

Er Erhong touched his head.

Cong Ye was stunned: "Guest?"

Er Erhong slid her hand down and placed it on the back of Cong Ye's head. She looked down at his gradually rounder cheeks and asked him:

"Do you still remember the Laojiumen I told you about?"

Cong Ye nodded: "Remember."

Not long after he started learning opera from Er Erhong, Er Erhong took an opportunity and told him the story of Lao Jiumen.

The nine tomb-robber families in Old Changsha are called Laojiu Men, also known as the Nine Admirals.

The nine admirals of old Changsha are known to everyone in the eight professions.

These tomb robber families are powerful and cover all aspects of cultural relic smuggling.

Almost all the underworld artifacts must pass through one of these houses when they leave Changsha.

The old nine gates are divided into three gates: upper gate, flat gate and lower gate. Hongfu is the second gate among them.

"The guests here today are the Huo family."

Er Erhong said.

Cong also remembered that Er Erhong said that the Huo family was a third-generation family, and it was a rare female head.

"Then I can play today?"

Speaking of this, Cong is no longer sleepy.

Er Erhong snorted and patted his head gently: "Don't even think about it. Follow the master to the front hall to entertain the guests."

Cong Ye looked at Chen Pi with a bit of resentment in his eyes: "Why doesn't he go?"

Chen Pi was sweating profusely, and the veins on the hand holding the water tank were bulging.

After hearing Cong Ye's words, he immediately glared at him fiercely again.

"Since he has chosen to only practice Kung Fu, he will naturally have to work harder."

Er Erhong glanced at Chen Pi and said unhurriedly.

After that, he led Cong Ye and walked to the front hall.

Cong Ye was originally unwilling in every possible way, but when he saw the visitor, his attitude suddenly changed and he became unreasonably enthusiastic.

Whose little girl is so beautiful at the age of seven or eight?

A pair of bright eyes, clear and clear, smiled at himself, like the crescent moon in the horizon.

When Cong Ye looked at Huo Xiangu, Huo Xiangu was also looking at him.

Among the people present, they were both similar in age, so they naturally paid attention to each other first.

"Is this your new apprentice?"

The news that Er Er Hong had accepted a disciple had already spread among the Lao Jiu Sect.

Huo Sanniang's eyes fell on Cong Ye, and she couldn't help but sigh: "I'm afraid you won't be able to match this appearance in the future."

Er Erhong is a famous handsome man in Changsha.

Being able to get such a word from Huo Sanniang is enough to prove Cong Ye's background.

Cong Ye coughed twice and said modestly in his heart: "Low-key! Low-key!"

He wanted to praise the beauty of Huo Sanniang, who was about the same age as his master, but in order to prevent being regarded as a hooligan, Cong Ye wisely chose not to speak.

Er Erhong wanted to discuss matters with Huo Sanniang alone, so Er Erhong asked Cong Ye to take Huo Xiangu outside to play.

Cong Ye's eyes were bright. It was rare that Er Erhong personally told him to go out to play, so he would not miss this precious opportunity.

He innocently stretched out his hand and said to the little girl in front of him who was equally innocent as him: "Sister, come with me."

Huo Xiangu followed him obediently.

On the way, Huo Xiangu let go of his hand.

He raised his chin high and asked him: "How old are you?"

While Cong Ye was thinking about why his sister still had two faces, he answered obediently: "Eight years old."

Huo Xiangu gritted her teeth and looked like she had suffered a big loss: "I am nine years old. You called me wrong. You should call me sister."

Cong Ye firmly refused: "Hey, don't take it too seriously over small things."

His mental age would scare Huo Xiangu to death, so how could he call her sister?

Huo Xiangu snorted unhappily: "Then I don't want to call you brother, I'll call you Cong Ye."

Cong Ye: "..."

Damn it, I could have had a sister, but the sister I got flew away and almost turned into a sister.

"Then what shall I call you?"

Cong Ye asked.

The name Xiangu sounds weird.

"I am the seventh in the family, you can call me Xiaoqi."

Huo Xiangu pursed her lips and told Cong Ye reluctantly.

"Xiao Qi, then I will call you Xiao Qi from now on."

The name Bi Xiangu is too normal.

Although the first thing that appeared in his mind was the magical dog Xiaoqi, Cong Ye felt that it was better not to tell Huo Xiangu this cruel fact.

So as not to call her fairy aunt again.

Who is a normal person who keeps calling people "fairy aunt" outside?