Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

In the distance, one can see islands protruding from the sea, standing quietly in the morning light.

In the evening, the wind on the sea is very cold.

The blind man rubbed his hands and stood on the deck, still confused:

"How do you think I fell asleep?"

"Is there someone who wants to do something against me? Do you know that person and protect him?"

The blind man turned his head to look at Cong Ye.

"..."

Cong ignored him.

The blind man's intuition is quite sharp.

Cong Ye, Wu Sansheng and Xie Huanlian parted ways in the undersea tomb. He dragged Heixiazi and Zhang Qiling with his hands respectively, came out of the undersea tomb and boarded the boat.

The blind man had just woken up, and now he was doubting his life.

Compared to the blind man's chatter, Zhang Qiling on the side remained silent, like a stone statue.

The two people around Cong Ye have very different styles.

Every time Cong Ye went to see Zhang Qiling, his eyes would collide with his.

He noticed Zhang Qiling's eyes lingering on his face. He touched his face and suddenly realized that he had forgotten to use the transformation technique.

He is now using his own face.

Cong Ye sighed silently, forget it, Zhang Qiling is not an outsider anyway.

Something suddenly flashed in Cong Ye's mind. He turned around and reached into his backpack.

After a moment, he pulled out an ancient black gold sword from his backpack.

This is what he found in the Zhang family ancient building.

At that time, I saw that the quality was good, so I took it away.

Wouldn’t it come in handy now?

"Give you."

Cong Ye handed the black gold ancient sword to Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling raised her eyes and looked at him motionlessly.

"how?"

Cong Ye raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Are you being polite to me? Or are you angry?"

The last time he sent Kang Baluo to someone without saying a word, it was normal for Zhang Qiling to be a little moody.

Zhang Qiling caught the black gold ancient sword and still did not take his eyes away from Cong Ye.

Cong also noticed something was wrong. Instead of finding a familiar look in Zhang Qiling's eyes, he saw confusion.

"Have you lost your memory?"

A guess emerged in Cong Ye's mind.

Zhang Qiling pursed her lips and nodded.

Cong Ye: "..."

He held his chin up and said, "No wonder."

It's amnesia again, and I don't have the notebook with me, so it's normal not to remember him.

Cong Ye patted his shoulder and asked, "What are your plans after landing?"

If there was nothing to go to, Zhang Qiling would follow him back to Changsha. He handed the notebook to Zhang Qiling. A person like Zhang Qiling who is prone to amnesia cannot live without a notebook.

Zhang Qiling shook his head.

Cong also understood: "Then you follow me. You left a notebook at my place before."

Zhang Qiling looked at him again.

He didn't feel wrong.

Although he lost his memory, his body and soul did not lose his feeling for the person in front of him.

The blind man pursed his lips and clicked his tongue twice with unclear meaning.

Cong also looked at him.

The black blind man snorted twice and moved closer to Cong Ye.

Cong also looked disgusted.

……

There were three figures standing at the gate of Hong Mansion.

Cong also stretched.

"finally reached."

He just wants to go back to his big bed, have a good sleep, and have a good meal when he wakes up. This is what he wants to do most.

No, Cong Ye glanced at Zhang Qiling beside him. He had to return the notebook to Zhang Qiling first.

The black blind man stepped forward and knocked on the door of Hong Mansion.

"coming!"

The gatekeeper opened the door and stuck out his bare head. His eyes rolled on the blind man and fell on Cong Ye who was behind the blind man. His eyes lit up and said, "You're back!"

The door to the Hong Mansion opened, and Cong Ye tried his best to move his eyes away from the reflective bald head of the gatekeeper.

He asked: "Where is my master?"

The gatekeeper smiled and said, "I'm probably teaching Young Master Xie how to do kung fu."

Cong Ye paused and uttered three words: "Jie Yuchen?"

The gatekeeper nodded: "Yes!"

Cong Ye later realized that Wu Xie had grown so big, and Xie Yuchen, who was only one year younger than Wu Xie, had indeed reached the age to study in the Hongfu.

Cong also walked towards the place where he practiced in the backyard of Hongfu.

The steps were gentle and made no sound.

A familiar voice came from the backyard.

Cong Ye's figure fell under the shade of the tree and looked at the two figures in the yard with gentle eyes.

Er Erhong was wearing a pure black robe with a silver peony pattern, and her silver hair was neatly and meticulously combed behind her head.

Even as he got older, he never lost his grace.

Standing in front of him was a very good-looking child.

Her hair is black and soft, her facial features are exquisite, and her dark pupils are as clear as gems.

The deer-like eyes are so cute and innocent.

It should be Jie Yuchen.

Jie Yuchen is only one year younger than Wu Xie, but his height and stature are much smaller than Wu Xie's.

But it's okay.

To study opera, Jie Yuchen’s figure is just right.

Cong Ye was thinking, and suddenly noticed a gaze falling on him.

He raised his eyes and saw that the child, whose eyes were moving around flexibly, was looking at him curiously with his lips pursed.

Cong also subconsciously smiled at the child.

Xie Yuchen was stunned.

For sudden beauty regardless of age.

Er Yuehong quickly noticed Jie Yuchen's distraction. He followed Jie Yuchen's gaze and his eyes immediately focused on the figure under the shade of the tree.

Er Erhong opened her lips slightly, feeling sour in her heart.

Cong Ye quickly walked towards the two of them.

With a smile on his face, he stood in front of Er Erhong: "Master, I'm back."

Er Erhong smiled and said, "Just come back."

Xie Yuchen is a sensitive child.

He looked up at Er Erhong.

His master had the same elegant smile on his face as usual, but he just felt that this smile was different.

Jie Yuchen can only distinguish, but cannot understand.

A pair of well-jointed hands with slender fingers fell on his shoulders, and the people around the master squatted down in front of him.

Jie Yuchen couldn't help but feel a little shy as he stared intently at this outstanding face.

"grown up."

Cong also pinched Jie Yuchen's cheeks that had not lost their baby fat.

Xie Yuchen's face turned redder.

"Do you know who I am?"

Cong Ye asked his little apprentice jokingly.

Jie Yuchen shook his head, but there was no trace of confusion in his eyes.

He had a guess in his mind, which needed to be confirmed by the person in front of him.

"I do not know."

Cong Ye lowered his eyes and saw the five-color stone hanging on Jie Yuchen's neck. He looked directly at Jie Yuchen and said seriously:

"I am your master."

Many years later, Xie Yuchen will still remember this day and moment clearly.

There was a person squatting in front of him, with hair like thick ink, lips like peach blossoms, and a casual posture that was already freehand and romantic that he could not describe in any way.

Jie Yuchen stared at him blankly, unable to look away.