Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Before heading to the Zhangjia Ancient Building, Cong Ye had one more thing to do.

He is going to Hangzhou to find Master Wu.

Cong Ye spent the rest of his life saying goodbye to Er Erhong.

Er Erhong spent the rest of her life accepting Cong Ye's departure.

Hangzhou Railway Station.

A young man was leaning on the car, holding a photo in his hand. His eyes kept moving back and forth between the crowd and the people in the photo.

There was a red rope hanging from his neck, and an old purse attached to it.

The window of the back seat of the car was lowered, and a young-looking man with a young face stuck his head out and asked:

"Brother, haven't you arrived yet?"

Wu Yiqiong glanced at his younger brother and shook his head: "We haven't found it yet."

Wu Erbai pursed his lips and pretended to criticize deeply: "Dad, it's true. The people in the photos must be old now, how can you tell that?"

"Call godfather."

The youngest boy in the back seat reminded Wu Erbai.

Wu Erbai took a breath and raised his hand to give his brother Wu Sanxing a violent shudder.

Wu Sansheng was the first to cover his head: "I am your godfather."

Wu Yiqiong reminded Wu Sansheng: "I am also your godfather."

Wu Sansheng pursed his lips.

"Brother," Wu Erbai tugged at Wu Yiqiong's clothes. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly froze.

Among the crowd, there was one person who stood out like a chicken.

The robe made of Yunyan brocade material wraps around the body, and is well cut, outlining a beautiful and graceful figure. It is thin, lean and elegant.

A pair of charming phoenix eyes make people dare not look directly at her, and the natural dignity between her eyebrows is particularly eye-catching among the crowd.

His eyes moved and finally landed on Wu Yiqiong.

With slightly raised eyebrows, he walked towards Wu Yiqiong and the others.

The photo in Wu Yiqiong's hand was taken away by his snow-white fingertips.

Cong Ye glanced at the group photo of Jiu Men and smiled at the young man in front of him:

"Let's go! Godson."

Wu Yiqiong was stiff all over, and it took him a long time to recover.

As a young and mature man, he felt an inexplicable feeling of panic when facing the person in front of him.

Wu Yiqiong also opened the passenger door for Cong.

Cong Ye smiled and praised him: "It's quite considerate."

Wu Yiqiong touched his nose and got into the passenger seat.

From beginning to end, the title "godfather" never came out of his mouth.

In fact, the person in front of him looked not much older than him.

Wu Yiqiong carefully glanced at the co-pilot from the corner of his eye.

Cong Ye held his chin and returned the photo to Wu Yiqiong. He turned slightly and looked at the two and a half young men in the back seat.

"Grows up so fast."

Cong Ye still admires Wu Ye's speed in making babies and raising babies.

Before he knew it, he was full of sons.

When Wu Yiqiong grows older, he may even have grandchildren in his arms.

Cong couldn't help but shook his head, "Call someone."

He teased the youngest child behind him.

Wu Sansheng blushed and didn't dare to hide. He just stared at Cong Ye blankly.

"Go...godfather..."

Wu Sansheng is still young and does not have as much shame as his elder brother and second brother.

"Well," Cong Ye patted his head: "You're so good."

He handed the small purse to Wu Sansheng: "This is a red envelope prepared by your godfather."

Wu Sansheng stretched out his hand and held the small purse in his palm. He was a little curious about what was inside, but he couldn't open it now due to politeness.

Cong Ye's expectant eyes fell on Wu Erbai.

Wu Erbai's eyes wandered, "Godfather."

The little voice seemed to be muffled from between the teeth.

Seeing that the roots behind his ears were completely red, Cong Ye stopped teasing him and handed the red envelope he had prepared in advance to Wu Erbai.

Wu Erbai pinched it without leaving any trace. It was hard. What could it be?

Cong Ye finally set his sights on Wu Yiqiong who was driving.

Wu Yiqiong froze, his whole body felt hot, and some hot sweat broke out on his back.

"Godfather."

His voice was as stiff as a starched shirt.

It can be seen that this cry of godfather is very embarrassing.

Cong couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and handed the last small purse to Wu Yiqiong.

The Wu family still lives in the same mansion.

Cong also saw the familiar figure at the door from a distance.

Wu Wuye held a puppy in his arms. His temples were stained with frost and his face was wrinkled, but his body and bones still looked as strong as ever.

"Cong Ye!"

As soon as Cong Ye got off the car, Master Wu ran towards him.

Cong Ye stretched out his hand and hugged Master Wu.

"Five masters!"

The two people, whose combined age was over a hundred years old, seemed to have rejuvenated themselves at this time.

"Okay you! Not much has changed?"

Fifth Master said jokingly.

There was no trace of surprise in his eyes.

Cong also knew that Mr. Wu, who had always been smiling, had a lot of things hidden in his heart.

"Isn't Fifth Master in good health as before?"

Cong also patted Fifth Master on the shoulder.

The fifth master laughed. He suddenly glanced at the three sons who got out of the car and asked, "Have you called anyone?"

Cong couldn't help but laugh and said: "Can I let them miss the opportunity to call someone?"

Fifth Master looked up to the sky and laughed: "That's true!"

I don’t know where Cong Ye got his hobby, but he just likes to be someone’s godfather.

All three of his sons became Cong Ye's godsons.

"Let's go! Come into the house! I hired a cook and cooked a large table of dishes for you!"

The fifth master put his arm around Cong Ye's shoulders.

Cong Ye nodded: "You know, I'm never polite about eating!"

"Ha ha!"

"Who told you to be polite to me?"

Behind the two of them, Wu Yiqiong and the others had complicated faces.

Wu Erbai touched his chin: "Cong Ye...my godfather is obviously a few years younger than my father, but why is the gap so big?"

Wu Sansheng nodded: "You take good care of yourself!"

Wu Yiqiong glanced at his two younger brothers. Is this a maintenance issue?

He still didn't say what was in his heart.

inside the house.

Cong Ye also saw Huang Wei, who was wearing a dark green cheongsam.

"long time no see."

Cong Ye sighed.

Huang Wei exchanged a hug with him, her eyes softened a lot, "It's been several years since we've seen each other."

It was very emotional to meet friends.

The three of them sat at the dining table, eating, drinking, and chatting.

We chatted until late at night, under the dim moonlight.

Wu Erbai and Wu Sansheng had already gone to rest.

Wu Yiqiong, the eldest son, stayed behind and carried his drunken father back to his room, and then asked the nanny at home to take Huang Wei back to his room.

He stood there, looking at Cong Ye, at a loss.

Cong Ye's face was slightly red, but his eyes were clear and there was no sign of being drunk.

"Okay, it's getting late. You can go back and rest. Don't worry about me."

Cong Ye said to him.

How could Wu Yiqiong really ignore him?

First, Cong is also his godfather, his elder;

Er Laicong is also a distinguished guest in their home.

If he really didn't care about Cong Ye, then he would be rude.

Cong Ye saw that he was motionless and guessed what he was thinking.

He stood up and walked towards the next door.

Next door is the mansion he originally bought.

Wu Yiqiong followed him and had to watch Cong Ye return to the room before he felt relieved.