Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The girl still wears two shiny black braids, but her hair is much longer than when she was a child.

There were not many customers at the noodle stall at this time.

When Cong Ye and Er Erhong arrived, the girl was leaning on the table, reading the book that Cong Ye had given her some time ago by the light of the candle.

"Girl."

Cong Ye quietly walked around behind the girl and spoke.

The girl was startled. She stood up and turned around to see it was Cong Ye. She was surprised and happy.

"Cong Ye, why are you here at this time?"

She saw Er Erhong next to Cong Ye again, and quickly nodded and said hello: "Second Master."

Er Erhong was Cong Ye's master, and Cong Ye had already told the girl about this.

This is not the first time that Cong Ye has brought his master to Yatou's noodle stall, but no matter how many times Er Erhong's cold look still makes Yatou feel cautious.

Er Erhong nodded and sat down on the stool next to her.

"As soon as the master finished the show, we came to your place to eat noodles."

Cong Ye explained with a smile.

He sat next to Er Erhong and held out two fingers: "Two bowls of signature noodles!"

With a smile on her face, the girl nodded and went to the kitchen.

"You don't like Huo Xiangu, do you like her?"

Er Erhong shook the light cyan tea with tea residue in the porcelain cup, and looked at Cong Ye beside her.

Cong Ye sighed helplessly, held up half of his cheek, and asked:

"Master, I'm only 14 years old, so don't ask me these things all day long."

According to the age of the immortal, he is still a baby.

He should be considered half a god.

Er Erhong chuckled softly: "In two years' time, I will be sixteen, and I will be able to get a wife."

Cong also knew that he said that on purpose, but he was still a little embarrassed for no reason.

Sure enough, after six years in this world, my skin has become thinner.

If it were him before, he would be able to drive a novice driver like Er Erhong on the road.

Cong Ye quickly changed the subject: "Master, when will you get married?"

The best way is to let Er Erhong take the initiative to avoid this topic.

The smile on Er Erhong's face froze.

He is already 22 years old and should indeed start a family.

But he didn't want to give in, so he kept putting it off until now.

"Not in a hurry."

After Yue Erhong finished speaking, she heard the young apprentice next to her follow suit.

"Master is not in a hurry, and I am not in a hurry either."

Er Erhong sighed slightly, put the tea cup away, and glanced at the smiling Cong Ye.

"Okay, no rush."

Er Erhong said as if compromising.

These words were more like announcing to Cong Ye that this topic was officially over and it was time to move on to the next topic.

"Is it okay to leave Daji in your house?"

Er Erhong suddenly thought of the cat brought back by Cong Ye, and a faint worry filled her eyebrows.

It happened that at this time the girl also brought up the noodles.

Cong Ye comforted Er Erhong while stirring the noodles:

"Master, don't worry, Daji is very clever."

Cong Yehong discovered that Er Erhong liked stuffed pets accidentally.

Master Hong is extremely strict with his only son, Er Erhong.

Although Er Erhong longs for plush pets, Master Hong is indifferent and explicitly prohibits keeping plush pets in the mansion.

Cong is also a person who likes to pluck hair from the tiger's mouth.

After learning about Er Erhong's preferences, he secretly gave Er Erhong Kunlun Daji on her birthday.

Er Erhong was so pleasantly surprised that she regarded Da Ji as her darling.

However, because Mr. Hong has great power in Yue Hong's heart, Daji has been living with Cong Ye.

From time to time, I met Er Erhong in private.

Er Erhong only thought that Daji was an ordinary cat, so she was worried that Daji would be discovered by Master Hong.

But Cong Ye felt like Ming Jing'er.

Daji is a cat demon who has been practicing for nearly a thousand years. Although he is not very talented and cannot transform into human form, it is still easy to avoid humans.

After hearing what Cong said, Er Erhong felt a little more at ease.

The girl sat next to Cong Ye, put her hands on the table obediently, and asked him gently:

"Is the noodles delicious?"

The girl's craftsmanship is no worse than that of the girl's father.

Cong Ye nodded and affirmed: "Of course it's delicious. How can the noodles you cook not be delicious?"

The girl showed a faint smile, as beautiful as a hibiscus in clear water.

"By the way, I will bring you a new book next time I come. You must have read the book I brought you last time."

Cong also thought of the girl looking at the book just now and spoke subconsciously.

The girl nodded: "Thank you."

She did not refuse Cong Ye’s gift of books.

Because this is the only excuse between her and Cong Ye for the next chance to meet.

Cong Ye shook his head and smiled: "It's a trivial matter."

He really likes the girl, but it's not a relationship between man and woman.

It's more like caring for a younger sister.

After eating the noodles from the girl, Cong Ye and Er Erhong returned to their house.

Cong also went to his yard.

Kunlun Daji, who was dressed in snow-white hair, fell lightly from the grape trellis in the yard and jumped onto Cong Ye's shoulder.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Kunlun Daji's voice can only be heard by Cong Ye.

He said casually: "I had a bowl of noodles outside."

Daji immediately stepped on his head: "Why don't you bring me some snacks?"

Her voice was filled with accusation.

Cong Ye glanced at her coldly: "I'm not a master, and I won't pamper you."

Daji obediently silenced her voice.

Being used to being praised by Yue Erhong, he has forgotten Cong Ye's identity.

When Daji first came to Cong Ye, she dismissed Cong Ye, a stupid mortal.

Later, when he learned that the parents Cong Ye recognized were Nuwa and Fuxi, the arrogant cat transformed into a flattering cat.

"Go find my master. He should miss you very much."

Cong also smoothed Daji's hair.

Daji meowed, she didn't want to find that ordinary mortal.

But that ordinary mortal was Cong Ye's master.

Daji still chose to be obedient.

She recently wanted to get the Transformation Pill from the gods through Cong Ye, so that she wouldn't have to work hard on her own.

Who would practice hard when they can just lie down?

Daji's figure turned into an afterimage, passing over the roof of the Hong Mansion under the moonlight.

Cong Ye walked up the stairs and saw Chen Pi playing with an iron egg at his door.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

Cong Ye asked curiously.

Chen Pi is 17 years old, tall, and the sinister look between his eyebrows has not diminished but increased.

He threw the iron egg in his hand and asked nonchalantly:

"Did you go out to eat noodles with the master?"

Cong didn't ask him how he knew it. Chen Pi, the boy, had been very prosperous recently and had a few miscellaneous fish under him. It was not difficult to find out what Cong Ye was doing.

Especially when Cong didn't hide it on purpose.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy because you didn't eat noodles?"

Cong also likes to see the dried tangerine peel shriveled up.

As expected, his rhetorical question made Chen Pi frown. He took two steps forward, looked up and down at Cong and back, and snorted coldly:

"My hair hasn't even grown yet, and I already know that I miss a woman!"