Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The morning breeze blew through the mountain forest, bringing a coolness into the Diaojiao Bamboo House.

A pair of calves fell outside, and the quilt wrapped the entire body and head inside.

The coolness fell on the calf, and the person on the bed arched his head, changed his position and continued to sleep.

outside the house.

There was a man lying lazily on the rocking chair.

The black blind man shouted towards the door: "Get up!"

"No!"

Cong Ye's voice of resistance came from inside the house.

"..."

Hei Xiazi didn't expect that Cong could sleep so well.

He decisively tied a rooster to his side.

"Giggle cluck..."

The crowing of the rooster filled my ears with a magical sound that was continuous.

"Oh!"

The bamboo door was pushed open heavily.

Cong Ye's resentful face came into the sight of the blind man.

Heixiazi Yile: "Hey! Are you awake?"

Cong Ye looked at the rooster at his feet and sharpened his knife: "Let's have cold chicken for lunch today!"

The rooster flapped its wings and crawled away from its place.

The black blind man clapped his hands: "Okay, I don't need to send it back."

Cong Ye yawned, his eyes sparkling with water.

The black blind man looked at him, turned around and walked towards the kitchen: "Eat breakfast! Eat breakfast!"

Cong Ye followed him and asked, "What time is it now?"

The black blind man laughed, turned around and told him: "Eight o'clock."

Cong Ye, who thought it was almost eleven o'clock: "..."

The black blind man felt the dangerous aura behind him, and he hurried towards the kitchen.

Behind him, Cong Ye approached with murderous intent:

"Hei Xiazi, you die!"

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Millet porridge, roasted sweet potatoes, pork buns and a pile of small pickles.

This is the breakfast for Cong Ye and Heixiazi.

Cong Ye's drowsiness disappeared because of Hei Xiazi's commotion in the early morning.

After finishing the millet porridge and big steamed buns, he squatted on the steps and peeled his roasted sweet potatoes.

The sweet and fluffy smell of sweet potatoes aroused the greed in his stomach.

The blind man was leaning on the bamboo fence, eating the roasted sweet potatoes in his hand and watching Cong Ye peel the sweet potatoes.

"This place is really suitable for retirement."

The blind man suddenly sighed.

Cong also nodded in agreement, "Indeed! Beautiful mountains and clear waters, fresh air."

"It's a pity that we don't need to support ourselves in old age!"

The black blind man laughed out loud.

Cong Ye was stunned and smiled: "That's true!"

Both of them look like young people in their prime.

"Where are you going next?"

The blind man glanced at the back of Cong Ye's head.

Cong Ye finally peeled off the skin. He put the sweet roasted sweet potato into his mouth and said vaguely: "I have to go back to Changsha first. I still have things to deal with."

The black blind man pursed his lips: "I don't know where you come from with so many things to do all day long."

Cong Ye snorted softly: "Do you think I am as idle as you?"

The black blind man came up and said, "That's not because you didn't assign me a task!"

Cong Ye's mouth was filled with the sweet smell of sweet potatoes, "Then you will follow me! Be my bodyguard!"

The blind man saluted Cong Ye with an obscene salute: "Yes! Boss!"

Cong also rolled his eyes.

Two days later.

Cong Ye and Heixiazi left the boundaries of Guangxi and got on the bus to Changsha.

After staying in the car for a few days, we finally arrived in Changsha.

In recent years, with the development of the country, the provincial capital cities are changing day by day.

The development of Changsha is also quite amazing.

The number of cars on the road has obviously increased a lot.

Schools were also established.

There are many young people riding bicycles along the way.

Cong Ye and Heixiazi felt in a trance when they were in it.

"What a big change!"

Cong Ye sighed.

The blind man crossed his arms and said, "Fortunately, you haven't been to Beijing for a long time. The changes in Beijing are really big!"

As the capital, Beijing became prosperous at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Heixiazi had the same emotional attitude as Cong Ye at the time.

Cong also returned to Hongfu.

The gatekeeper is not here.

It was a young man who opened the door.

Cong Ye felt something bad in his heart.

"You are Master Cong Ye!"

"I've seen your picture!"

"The previous gatekeeper passed away, so I will be the one to take over the gatekeeping job!"

Cong Ye looked at the young man's immature face and recalled in his mind what the gatekeeper looked like when he was young.

The gatekeeper used to be as young as the young man in front of him, but now the gatekeeper is sleeping underground.

Cong Ye sighed: "Is my master here?"

The young man nodded: "Second Master is here."

After welcoming Cong Ye and Heixiazi into the door, he followed them and said to Cong Ye: "Because of the Liyuan incident, the second master has been very busy recently."

Cong Ye frowned slightly: "What happened in the Liyuan?"

The young man immediately explained to Cong Ye: "The second master is old and it is time to retire completely, but the opera house needs a pillar, and the second master is worried about this matter."

The Hong family's pear garden has been operating for hundreds of years, and each generation has a specific pillar.

In the past, he was the leader of the red class, and later he was February Hong. Now that February Hong has retired, he can't find the next pillar. This is obviously unreasonable.

It stands to reason that the next pillar will be born either among Er Erhong's children or among his apprentices.

Cong Ye felt a little guilty.

He kept shirking the responsibilities that should have been his.

The master is old, but he still can't make him feel at ease.

Cong also handed the small suitcase in his hand to the gatekeeper and went to Er Erhong's residence first.

The blind man was very self-aware: "I'm tired, so I won't disturb you and whisper to your master. I'm going to rest first!"

He pursed his lips and felt a little reluctant in his heart, but he knew very well the close relationship between Cong Ye and Er Erhong, so he would not attack the stone with an egg.

The black blind man turned a corner and walked towards his residence in Hong Mansion.

Cong also entered Er Erhong's yard.

The courtyard of February Red is very cold.

In the past, when the Hong Mansion didn't disperse the servants, there were at least one or two maids in the yard.

Now there are no maids left, and it is so quiet that no one seems to live there.

Cong also pushed open the wooden door.

Through a screen, he heard Er Erhong's voice:

"what's the matter?"

Er Erhong thought he was a servant of the house.

"master."

Cong also spoke up.

The figure behind the screen moved, and then a figure immediately walked out from behind the screen.

The corners of Er Erhong's robe were still trembling, showing his eagerness.

"You're back."

Er Erhong stared at Cong Ye blankly, a little lost.

"Well, I'm back."

Cong Ye's eyes swept over Er Erhong's gorgeous hair, his heart trembled, and he quickly looked away.

He helped Er Erhong sit down on the chair and talked about the pear orchard with Er Erhong:

"Master, let me come on stage."

He had left his burden behind for a long time, and now it was time to take it up.

He knew that Er Erhong didn't want to embarrass him.

Cong also had the same thoughts as February Red.

He also didn’t want to embarrass Er Erhong.