Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Laojiumen, Hongfu, Eryuehong, Congye...

The memory of what he learned flashed through Zhang Qishan's mind in an instant.

His eyes fell on the sunset in the distance.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cong Ye lift up the porcelain bottle and take a sip.

Cong Ye pursed his lips, the wine moistened his lips, and a fruity fragrance lingered between his lips and teeth.

It's like a thin layer of smoke floating back and forth in the mouth.

Full of mellow and refreshing taste, without any spiciness or dryness.

It is indeed the best wine shop in Changsha City.

It seems that when I go to buy wine for the old gods in the group, I can look for this shop.

Although Cong Ye has never drank, he will not be drunk.

The Nuwa spirit blood in the body decomposes alcohol very quickly and eliminates the alcohol through the pores all over the body.

Zhang Qishan's ears twitched slightly, and the extremely light footsteps still reached his ears.

He patted Cong Ye on the shoulder, his smile melted away the coldness between his eyebrows, and the corners of his raised lips revealed a bit of unruliness for no reason.

"I'll come see you for a drink another day. I'll take my leave today."

His words seemed a bit sudden, and he looked at Cong Ye's expression.

Cong Ye nodded nonchalantly and said a good word.

Zhang Qishan turned over and jumped down, his military boots falling on the bluestone road.

He raised his head and glanced at Cong Ye again, looking through Cong Ye's shoulder as if he was looking into the courtyard of Hong Mansion.

At that moment, the light and shadow in his eyes were floating, hiding too many things.

Cong Ye raised the porcelain bottle and waved towards him.

"Goodbye."

There was a smile on Zhang Qishan's lips, and his shadow slowly disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

Cong Ye's eyes deepened, he touched the porcelain bottle and let out a chuckle of unknown meaning.

If Zhang Qishan really regarded him as a ignorant boy, he would really look down on him.

After all, he is also the successor of the pear garden carefully cultivated by Er Yuehong.

He is not a fool.

Zhang Qishan came to Hongfu to look for him. Instead of going through the front door, he knocked on the back wall.

This behavior is completely strange.

Zhang Qishan's military uniform seems to be of a high level. If he walked through the main entrance, the Red Mansion would naturally welcome him, but he secretly sneaked into the corner?

What is the relationship between Zhang Qishan and the Red Mansion?

Just when Cong Ye was thinking carefully, a voice came from behind.

"What are you doing sitting so high?"

The dried tangerine peel was leaning on the grape trellis in the yard.

He peeled the nuts in his hands and threw them high, then held them in his mouth.

Before Cong Ye could answer, the tip of his nose shrank slightly, his brows furrowed for a moment, his eyes landed on Cong Ye strangely, and he smiled slowly.

"Okay, you know you're drinking behind Master's back?"

Chen Pi looked at him with interest.

Cong didn't bother to cut his nerves, so he jumped down lightly and patted the non-existent dust on his robe.

"Hey," Chen Pi saw that Cong Ye didn't say a word, and the smile on his lips faded, and he threw the nuts in his hand towards Cong Ye.

Chen Pi learned the unique skill of Iron Danzi passed down from generation to generation in the Hong family.

Although he was not an iron man, if he threw the nut, it would definitely leave a terrible bruise on his body.

Cong Ye raised his hand, and a very thin silver needle shot out from his sleeve.

The nut was pierced by a silver needle and broke into two halves and fell to the ground.

However, the silver needle kept moving at a rapid speed, grazing the corner of Chen Pi's eye.

Chen Pi clicked his tongue, and the smile reappeared in his eyes.

"Get angry so easily?"

He continued without hesitation.

Cong Ye touched the silver bracelet on his wrist. The silver bracelet was hollow and contained a silver needle that Cong Ye paid a lot of money for.

He started to practice his flying needle skills after he got Dongfang Bubai's secret book. He is not bad at talent and hard work, so the flying needle skills are impressive.

It's no worse than the iron egg of tangerine peel, and sometimes even tangerine peel can't handle it.

The tangerine peel has a rough skin and thick flesh.

It is better to beat his soul than to beat his body.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the ground for a moment, then thought of a plan and smiled at Chen Pi:

"Eat noodles?"

Chen Pi suddenly stiffened and looked at Cong Ye in disbelief.

He blinked faster involuntarily and his mouth went dry: "You and me?"

Cong Ye raised his chin, his phoenix eyes shining brightly, and asked deliberately: "What? Don't you want to go?"

Chen Pi threw away the nuts in his hand and walked to Cong Ye: "Go, why not?"

Cong Ye's smile deepened and he began to hum proudly in his heart.

After half an hour.

Chen Pi's face turned red and he almost wanted to burst into flames.

His eyes were red and he stared at Cong Ye.

The surprised looks from around him made him feel so angry that he wanted to dig out these people's eyes and cut out their tongues.

The girl hid behind Cong Ye, feeling panicked by Chen Pi's sinister gaze.

Cong Ye asked the girl to hide a bowl of chili in Chen Pi's noodles. Chen Pi took a gulp without any precautions, and his soul immediately returned to the west.

The girl was originally unable to do such a thing, but she really couldn't refuse Cong Ye.

Therefore, Chen Pi is miserable.

Cong Ye laughed very wildly.

He looked at Chen Pi looking like a helpless and furious fire-breathing dragon, and he laughed so much that tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Chen Pi seemed to have a ball of fire in his mouth, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

His vision gradually blurred, Chen Pi blinked hard, and sweat continued to break out on the tip of his nose.

Chen Pi's hair stood on end from the pain, and he wanted to strangle Cong Ye in front of him.

But when his eyes fell on Cong Ye, he was immediately stunned.

Cong Ye's bright phoenix eyes, which had always been ill-intentioned towards him, gently curved in an arc of joy, like little crescent moons hanging high in the sky dipped in sugar.

Cong had only appeared like this in front of his master. When did he smile so sincerely when facing him.

Chen Pi felt angry, angry, and inexplicably sour.

He didn't understand this strange feeling, but the only thing he knew clearly was that it felt like someone had poked a small hole in his chest, and all the anger was flowing out of it.

Looking at Cong Ye's smiling face, I could no longer feel angry.

The tangerine peel stirs the noodles in the bowl, and the red chili rises instantly.

No wonder Cong Ye, the little brat, just stopped him from stirring. It turned out that he had already planned to punish him.

Chen Pi's teeth were itching and he couldn't help but look at Cong Ye.

Cong Ye was staring at Chen Pi with a strange look on his face at this time.

Weird thing, he thought Chen Pi was going to take out the nine-claw hook.

It turns out that Chen Pi still has some friendship with him.

After successfully pranking Chen Pi, Cong Ye was in a good mood. He hummed a few lyrics from "Wujia Slope" and walked towards the Hong Mansion with Chen Pi.

In the past, I had no choice but to learn opera from Er Yuehong, but as I learned more and more deeply over the years, Cong couldn't help but sigh that the things passed down by his ancestors were indeed extraordinary.

It sounds much better than the pop music of the previous life.

Immortal product.

Chen Pi looked at Cong Ye and thought that it would be most appropriate for Cong to learn opera as well.

She has thin skin and tender flesh, a nice voice, and a good figure...

No, what are you talking about?

Chen Pi knocked on his head and looked at Cong Ye with disgust again.

Cong was too lazy to talk to Chen Pi.

This kid has not been mentally healthy since he was a child.

When we returned to Hongfu, the sky was already dark.

The lights in February Red's small building have been turned off.

On the contrary, Mr. Hong is still in the front hall.

Cong also vaguely seemed to see Mr. Hong talking to a man with a tattoo on his face.

Sensing his and Chen Pi's footsteps, the man's figure quickly flashed into the darkness and disappeared.