Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

The night was foggy.

After nightfall, the bustle of Changsha City during the day suddenly faded away, and there were few people on the streets and alleys.

However, places such as wine shops, opium dens, gambling stalls and brothels are still brightly lit.

Running down the long street.

From time to time, indulgent laughter can be heard coming from the building.

But no one cared.

Kunlun, Huamaguai and Zhang Yunqiao rode horses, while Old Uncle Jiu rode in a car. He was old and had drank a few more drinks out of joy at the reception banquet, and now he was too drunk.

Lean against the car window.

Holding a jade snuff bottle as thin as a cicada's wings.

Watching the scenery passing by outside the window.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the window sill and hummed in a low voice like a flower drum opera.

"Chengnan archway..."

The most prosperous city in Changsha is the east, where the government office has been located since the previous dynasty. With businessmen traveling from north to south, wine shops and red buildings can be seen everywhere, followed by the west and north, and the south is the most desolate.

Passed Thirteen Alley.

High-rise buildings disappeared and began to be replaced by clusters of low-rise residential buildings.

The originally smooth road was now a lot bumpier.

The opera that Old Uncle Jiu hummed had a bit more vibrato.

I don’t know how long it will take.

Huamaguai let out a soft sigh, raised her head and looked forward.

Amidst the shadows of the trees, a tall archway stands on the street. It looks like it has been there for some time, with mottled marks all over it, and the base is covered with moss.

After the archway, there are alleys.

From time to time, you can hear the sounds of children chasing and playing in the night.

There is a lively atmosphere in the market.

"Old Uncle Jiu, which alley do you think it is?"

"The third one, the last household."

Although Old Uncle Jiu drank too much, his mind was extremely clear.

He knew very well where Old Shen lived.

"Then I'll knock on the door first."

Huama stood up and was about to dismount, but was stopped by Uncle Jiu, "Let's go together. That old man has a very strange personality. You are a stranger, so you may not be able to enter the yard."

"Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Jiu."

Everyone said this when I saw him.

Huamaguai is not easy to talk about.

Just carefully help people get out of the car.

Kunlun on the other side had already dismounted, his face full of anticipation.

Seeing that he was carrying a big halberd behind him, Old Uncle Jiu hesitated to speak, but in the end he waved his hand and let him go.

This time we meet.

Although I am amazed at his enlightenment and eloquence.

But his character is still as stubborn as ever.

Throughout the day, Euphorbia never leaves her body, even when eating, she has to keep it by her side to ensure that it never leaves her sight.

Just traveling.

Many inconveniences.

It is not appropriate to show such a murderous weapon to others.

So Kunlun specially wrapped it heavily with black cloth.

"Come with me."

Uncle Jiu waved his sleeves and put away the snuff bottle.

Then he walked slowly towards the alley.

Kunlun and Huamaguai followed closely behind, while Zhang Yunqiao was carrying several specially prepared gifts.

It's not good to come empty-handed when visiting someone's home.

The driver was left standing guard outside, and a group of four people walked into the alley. The night was getting darker. Although there was no curfew, the poor people were reluctant to light the lights, so the dark alley seemed a bit cold.

"Knock on the door."

Walked through several courtyards.

Wait until you reach the end of the alley.

Old Uncle Jiu pursed his lips angrily towards a wooden door facing the south.

Huamaguai immediately stepped forward, grabbed the copper buckle and patted it a few times.

"Who?"

Soon, an old but cautious voice came from the courtyard.

"Brother Shen, it's me."

Old Uncle Jiu coughed.

Hearing the familiar voice, the people in the courtyard lowered their guard, as if they had let go, and then there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

crunch--

The closed courtyard door slowly opened.

An old man who was not tall, had gray hair, wore a gray robe, and looked to be in his sixties walked out of it.

Although he has been secular for many years.

But he still maintains his image as a Taoist.

Her long hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she was wearing a starched gray robe that was clearly in the style of a Taoist robe.

Although he is older, his temperament is thin and hale and hearty.

The moment he opened the door, his eyes swept across the people outside like a knife.

Kunlun, Zhang Yunqiao and Huamaguai are all martial arts practitioners.

Kunlun is okay.

But the last two people felt like they were being targeted by ferocious beasts in the mountains.

Fortunately, the sense of danger came and went faster. After scanning a few people, the old man's eyes fell on Old Uncle Ninth and said in a low voice.

"Shopkeeper Ninth, why are you here so late?"

"You old Shen, you can't just come to your door to ask for a drink of water, right?"

Old Uncle Jiu shook his head and smiled, making a joke that was neither serious nor serious.

However, he immediately straightened up his expression and said, "Of course, I will go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. I came here today to discuss a major matter with you, Mr. Shen."

Keenly capture the word big event.

Old Shen's eyes couldn't help but darken.

The Ninth Shopkeeper across from him is the big shopkeeper of Qianjinlou. He has a lot of money and has friends with either high-ranking officials or noble people. However, he has no wealth and only a small family.

The tile-covered land behind me.

It was given to me by an old friend back then.

He was able to get Shopkeeper Nine to visit him several times.

He only has the ability to stand on his own feet.

But this thought just flashed through my mind. Even if I came here to obtain the secret knowledge, I would do so willingly.

after all……

If it weren't for the Ninth Shopkeeper in front of him, his grandson would be gone.

His Shen family lineage has been cut off since then.

"Ninth Shopkeeper, and everyone, please."

Old Shen took a few steps back and invited the group into the hospital.

The yard is not big.

But it was spotlessly clean.

A small vegetable plot was specially opened to the east, where a few ridges of green vegetables were planted, enough for the grandfather and grandson to eat.

There is a willow tree growing in the middle, and there is an ancient well under the tree, which is simply surrounded by a circle.

It happens to be bounded by the ancient well.

The ground on the west side has obviously been leveled, and there are wooden piles, stone chairs and tables, which are probably used by Old Shen to practice martial arts.

He led several people all the way to the main room.

Sitting on the horse at the door was a little guy of six or seven years old.

He was slightly thinner, and his face looked a little sickly pale.

It seems that the body and bones are not in good condition.

"Huzi, it's time to go to bed."

When passing by him, Old Shen reached out and touched his head, saying with a gentle expression.

The little guy is a little shy.

He hid behind him and poked his head, looking at the person in surprise, nodding obediently, picking up the small wooden knife on the ground beside him, crossing the threshold and walking in.

"It seems to be recovering well."