Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"Father."

Everyone stood up and bowed their hands towards Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan returned the greetings one by one.

While untying his cloak, he swept the cakes in front of Cong Ye. His eyebrows were filled with a smile and he asked casually: "Are you hungry?"

Cong Ye nodded honestly: "I'm hungry."

Zhang Qishan walked towards him, and just as he was about to pinch the back of his neck, he noticed the leather gloves that he had not yet taken off, and put his hand down again, and just patted his shoulder:

"Why don't you eat food first when you're hungry?"

"..."

Cong Ye stared at him with his face raised, wondering if Zhang Qishan's brain was squeezed by the door when he went out.

Zhang Qishan, a big living person and the capital of the Nine Sects, has not yet arrived, and he starts to use his chopsticks. Is this ridiculous?

Doesn't it seem that he is very rude?

Zhang Qishan inexplicably saw Cong Ye's slander in his eyes. He randomly picked an empty seat and sat down, raised his eyebrows, and said curiously:

"I've never seen you give me face like this."

As soon as Zhang Qishan said this, everyone's eyes focused on Cong Ye's face again.

Master Jiu joked: "Who doesn't know that there is only one person among our nine sects that we dare not offend, and that's Cong Ye."

Cong Ye almost choked on the tea in his mouth and quickly waved his hand towards Master Jiu:

"Master Jiu, please don't put such a big hat on my head!"

The Third Master snorted and said, "I think that's a good thing."

Cong Ye: "..."

Feng Ping was victimized again.

Every time the nine sects get together, he is destined to be the only one injured.

Zhang Qishan was leisurely leaning on the pear wood chair, with his long legs crossed and his hands clasped on his knees. His smiling eyes were always lingering on Cong Ye's face.

Seeing that Cong was also being denounced, he responded as if he was watching a show: "Who among our nine sects wouldn't look at Master Cong's face and speak?"

Qi Tiezui nodded seriously: "That's right! Cong Ye calls me around every day! How can he think that I am his elder!"

Cong also knew that they were all going to make fun of him today, so he simply broke the jar and leaned lazily on the table with his chin propped up.

"Since this hat falls on my head, wouldn't it be a pity that I don't have to use it?"

Cong Ye stretched out his other hand under the table, gently opened the tea lid, and pushed his empty tea cup to Zhang Qishan:

"Excuse me, Lord Buddha, please give me orders today!"

Master Jiu pursed his lips and smiled. His eyes fell on Zhang Qishan's face under the lens. Seeing that Zhang Qishan was not angry but smiling, he subconsciously looked at Er Erhong again.

A gentleman should be quick in action but slow in speech. His joy and anger should not be expressed in his appearance, his likes and dislikes should not be expressed in words, his joys and sorrows should not overflow his face, and his life and death should not follow heaven.

This sentence has always been regarded as life advice by the second master. The Jie family and the Hong family have been friends for generations. The ninth master should be regarded as one of the few people among the nine families who truly understands the second master.

But now Master Jiu is slowly discovering that Master Er has changed and that Master Er's mood can always be easily affected by Cong Ye.

Master Jiu sighed a little in his heart and put the tea in the cup in front of him into his mouth.

"Row."

Zhang Qishan stood up, picked up the teapot, and filled it with Cong Ye: "Are you satisfied? Master Cong?"

Cong also picked up the tea cup and nodded: "It seems that Buddha is also very good at being a servant."

Zhang Qishan held the teapot and chuckled, with indulgence in his eyebrows and eyes: "It seems that Master Cong is very satisfied with my performance!"

Click!

Sudden.

There was a sound of a camera starting up in the box.

Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan were both stunned.

Everyone looked at the camera covered with red cloth in the corner of the box.

The old man who controlled the camera smiled at them: "Buddha, don't be surprised. The scene just now was so beautiful that I took it."

Zhang Qishan was not a small-minded person. He smiled and said, "It's okay."

"I invited the photographer here. It's rare for the nine sects to gather together, so naturally we have to leave some souvenirs."

Huo Xiangu, who had been silent since her appearance, opened her mouth to explain.

She has changed a lot now, not in appearance, but in her demeanor, stability and grace.

Master Jiu nodded: "It's good to leave a souvenir."

These days there are wars and chaos, and no one knows whether tomorrow or the accident will come first.

By leaving behind photos, at least I can bring back the memories.

The atmosphere in the box was inexplicably heavy.

Zhang Qishan sighed and asked about everyone's destination:

"War is coming, what plans do you have?"

Third Master held on to the handle of his wheelchair, with a calm expression, and spoke first: "Jiu Master and I plan to go to the United States to avoid the limelight and come back when the war is over."

Zhang Qishan said sincerely: "Third Master's legs and feet are inconvenient, please pay attention to safety when you go out."

A relaxed smile appeared in the third master's eyes, and he nodded, accepting Zhang Qishan's caring feelings:

"Lord Buddha, although I have left Changsha, I still have a responsibility to defend Changsha. I will leave a hundred strong men for you, Lord Buddha. If Lord Buddha doesn't mind, he will incorporate them into the army and let them go into battle with Lord Buddha. enemy."

Zhang Qishan didn't expect that the third master would think of this level. The current military strength in Changsha was indeed not enough to compete with the Japanese invaders. In addition to the lack of men and weapons, he cupped his fists at the third master:

"The people under Third Master are all good tomb robbers, and all of them have extraordinary skills. Zhang Qishan would like to thank Third Master for his generous help."

Master Jiu also said: "I'm going to the United States. If you need any armaments in the country, you can call me."

This is also something Cong Ye and Jiu Ye agreed on early in the morning.

Cong Ye stayed at home, while Jiuye turned to the United States.

The two joined forces to solve the problem of supplies and armaments.

Wu Wuye touched the dog's head in his arms, leaned back on the chair, and suddenly said: "I'm not leaving."

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him in confusion.

"How did you change your mind?"

Cong Ye asked.

The previous Fifth Master clearly planned to move the dog abroad first.

Wu Wuye smiled casually: "I also want to contribute to Changsha."

He glanced at Cong Ye: "I don't want to be inferior to Cong."

"..."

Nothing to compare with him.

Cong Ye shook his head: "Fifth Master, please stop using me as a cover."

What allows Mr. Wu to stay must be the unshakable patriotism in his heart.

Otherwise, no matter how much Cong Ye prodded him, Wu Wuye would remain indifferent.

Because Mr. Wu himself is not a person who cares about the evaluation of the outside world.

Master Liu sat next to Cong Ye and kept eating in silence. He only said two words: "Guard."

Qi Tiezui sighed: "I would also like to stay, but I really can't be of much help. I plan to go abroad."

"where to?"

Cong Ye asked.

Qi Tiezui is powerless, and the war abroad is no better than at home, so Cong Ye still doesn't trust him.

Qi Tiezui scratched his head, looking embarrassed: "I didn't think about it well."