low-key warlock

On the first day of the first lunar month, the atmosphere of the New Year's Eve is the strongest.

On the road between the villages, from time to time, groups of young people riding bicycles and driving motorcycles can be seen, not afraid of the cold, rushing to the village to pay New Year's greetings.

In the village, festive Spring Festival couplets are pasted at the door of every household, and the streets are covered with broken red everywhere.Children in new clothes ran happily in the streets and alleys with toy guns and cannons bought with the new year's money they just earned. The ground exploded, and then ran away amidst the adults' scolding, their little faces were flushed from the cold, and they breathed steaming steam, but they never tired of it.

Su Chunfeng drove his motorcycle into the alley where Wang Qimin's house was located.

Stopping at the door, Su Chunfeng was not in a hurry to get out of the car, lifted the front cover of his helmet, and looked at the old house—the two-meter-high brick wall was eroded by the years, and the two dilapidated wooden doors were wide open. With the Spring Festival couplets on the side, it still looks a little bleak.The two low steps built with red bricks were cleaned cleanly, there was still a little white residual snow in the cracks between the bricks, and the wet and blackened dirt road in front of the door was freezing cold.

In the empty yard, there are several elm trees, and a narrow path paved with red bricks leads from the gate of the yard to the entrance of the main house.Cotton curtains embroidered with coarse cloth are hung on the door of the main room, and above the windows of the Westinghouse, which are tightly pasted with white plastic cloth, a chimney protruding out is used for exhausting smoke from the honeycomb coal stove, continuously emitting white smoke.

Su Chunfeng got off the motorcycle, locked the motorcycle, took off his helmet and gloves, carried them in his hands, and walked in.

In his previous life, he used to frequent this dilapidated and somewhat bleak courtyard.

In this life, he has never stepped in.

"Mr. Wang, are you there?" Su Chunfeng stood at the bottom of the steps at the entrance of the main room.

"Who is it?" The door curtain was lifted, and a boy with a dark complexion, about 1.4 meters tall, and a handsome boy stuck his head out to look at Su Chunfeng.

Su Chunfeng smiled and said, "Is Teacher Wang here?"

"Here, come in." Diao Ping lifted the curtain again.

Su Chunfeng entered the house by stepping on three steps.The light in the main room is dim, and on the north wall facing the door of the main room, there is a portrait of a great man, with poems of great men on both sides - confident that if you live for 200 years, you will be hit by water for three thousand miles.Below the statue is a long terrazzo table, in front of the table is a large dark brown table, with an old grand master's chair on each side.

The door curtain of the Westinghouse bedroom was lifted, and Wang Qimin, who was wearing an army green cotton coat, came out. He was stunned when he saw Su Chunfeng, and then said kindly, "Chunfeng, you are here."

"En." Su Chunfeng responded, stepped forward and knelt down on the sack on the ground, bent down and kowtowed: "Mr. Wang, Happy New Year, the students kowtow to you."

"It's good to be here, it's good to be here." Wang Qimin hurried forward to help him, a little surprised in his heart - it is a local custom to kowtow to pay New Year's greetings, but under normal circumstances, kowtow is actually a symbolic kneeling, which is completely unnecessary Really hit the ground on the head.But this time, Su Chunfeng really kowtowed to him.

Su Chunfeng stood up and said, "Mr. Wang, I've been hiding from you for a long time, I'm sorry."

"I understand, I understand." Wang Qimin smiled kindly, and opened the curtain of the west room, "Go to the back room to warm up, let's talk for a while."

"En." Su Chunfeng turned and walked in.

Wang Qimin said again: "Pingwa, go and close the courtyard door."

"Hey."

Westinghouse's bedrooms are small.

Behind the door on the left side of the entrance, there is a large briquette stove made of pig iron, and a pot is placed on it, which is constantly steaming out curling heat.Next to the window of the stove, there is a small wooden table, and there is a small dustpan on the wooden table. A thin layer of white flour is sprinkled in the dustpan, and there are rows of wrapped dumplings.

On the north side is a large kang directly connected to the east and west walls, the bedding on it is neatly folded, and two wooden dark red suitcases are placed side by side on the west side.

Compared with the outside, the west room is much warmer.

Su Chunfeng sat on the edge of the kang and said, "Mr. Wang, haven't you eaten yet?"

"I just finished eating the dumplings." Wang Qimin smiled and said, "The remaining dumplings will be cooked for dinner... Chunfeng, if you can be admitted to Beijing University, I, a teacher, will have a bright face." As he spoke, he Walked two steps inside and sat on the edge of the kang, opened the corner of the kang mattress and took out a pack of 4.7 cigarettes from below, handed one to Su Chunfeng, and lit one himself, saying: "The conditions at home are a bit poor, there are no good cigarettes. Good wine and hospitality, don't hold it against you."

Su Chunfeng shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said, "Did Qian Ming tell you?"

"Yeah." Wang Qimin smiled, and said: "He has good talent. He has practiced slowly for more than ten years, and his foundation has been built firmly. He should have a better future. Following me will delay him."

"This matter is my idea, don't blame him too much in your heart." Su Chunfeng sighed lightly.

"He told me everything." Wang Qimin took a puff of cigarette and said, "Chunfeng, where is your master... can I meet him?"

Su Chunfeng felt sore, shook his head and said, "He's gone."

"Oh." Wang Qimin didn't ask any more—the so-called "he left", did he leave the boundary of Pingyang City and go to another place?Or, has he passed away?

The room fell silent.

For a while, neither side seemed to know what to say.

When you don't meet, think about meeting, and solve many doubts in the conversation.But when they actually met, they didn't know what to say.

After returning to the house, Diao Ping sat on a small stool next to the stove, looked at Su Chunfeng all the time, and said after a while, "I remember you."

"Huh?" Su Chunfeng smiled slightly.

"In Yangjia Town, the person who sat in the van and asked me to go back to the town to find my master was you..." Diao Ping said seriously, "Your voice can't be changed."

Su Chunfeng nodded and said, "That's right, I asked you to go back that day."

"You knew me before?"

"do not know."

"Then how do you know that I am Master's apprentice?"

Su Chunfeng smiled and said, "Because I saw you running out of the yard in a panic."

"Uncle Gong said, you are my senior brother." Diao Ping raised the corner of his mouth, showing dissatisfaction, and asked full of resentment: "That day in Yangjia Town, why didn't you kill those people at Fudimen?"

"Fudimen?" Su Chunfeng was startled suddenly - he didn't know before that those people who chased and killed Wang Qimin and Diao Ping came from Fudimen.Now after hearing what Diao Ping said, I suddenly remembered that when I met those two warlocks in the Guandi Temple in Yangjia Town, I felt a little familiar. The older one was Cai Xian, the head of Fudimen. The other person standing in the alley and directly attacking Wang Qimin was Cai Xian's younger brother Liao Yongshan.

Diao Ping was still staring at Su Chunfeng, waiting for his answer.

At this moment, Su Chunfeng clearly sensed the murderous intent and hatred emanating from Diao Ping's clear eyes and his whole body.So after thinking for a while, Su Chunfeng turned to look at Wang Qimin with a smile, and said, "Mr. Wang, your apprentice Pingwa has a cruel heart and too much hatred. His potential has advanced by leaps and bounds in practice, and because of his natural aptitude and your old caretaker, he will not go crazy, but once he succeeds in cultivation in the future, he will definitely cause trouble."

"You're talking nonsense!" Diao Ping stood up suddenly.

"Pingwa, sit down." Wang Qimin reprimanded softly.

Diao Ping gritted his teeth and sat down angrily.

Su Chunfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Diao Ping coldly, and said, "Teacher Wang, if I were you, I would destroy all his spells now!" A powerful and terrifying aura burst out from his body, instantly covering Diao Ping, suppressing the strong resentment and hatred he exuded back into his body, and tore apart Diao Ping's stubborn consciousness like a ripped bamboo.

Pfft!

Diao Ping's body went limp, and he fell onto the ground from the small stool, twitching all over his body, looking at Su Chunfeng with horror in his eyes, and looking at Master with pleading eyes, but he couldn't make a sound with his mouth open.

What Su Chunfeng used was trickery!

"Chunfeng." Wang Qimin raised his right hand, pinched out the hand sword, flicked his fingers lightly, and the majestic magic power invaded Su Chunfeng's aura, wrapping and protecting Diao Ping's consciousness.

Su Chunfeng quickly withdrew his technique, and stared at Diao Ping coldly and condescendingly.

Diao Ping struggled to get up from the ground, looked at Wang Qimin with horror and a trace of confusion and resentment in his eyes, wondering why Master didn't immediately teach this daring guy who made such a bold move, then looked at Su Chunfeng again, gritted his teeth He asked bitterly, "You, why did you treat me like this?"

Su Chunfeng ignored him.

Wang Qimin sighed softly, and said, "Chunfeng, Pingwa is still young, and he will grow up and understand more things..."

"Yeah." Su Chunfeng nodded, looked at Diao Ping, and reprimanded coldly: "Diao Ping, I don't care what deep hatred you have in your heart, but now you are not capable of solving many problems, so don't show that you If you are so strong and ruthless, it will cause a lot of trouble for yourself and your master."

"I know!" Diao Ping's eyes were full of stubbornness and disgust.

Su Chunfeng looked at Wang Qimin: "This child, will you be able to survive in the future?"

"His hatred is too deep. If he succeeds in cultivation in the future, I will not stop him from taking revenge." Wang Qimin said calmly, "I can't control that much."

Wang Qimin had said this to Gong Hu back then.

However, he knew that Gong Hu believed that Diao Ping had a very serious mind, and that the cultivation of spells would definitely progress slowly. It might be decades before he really had enough ability. Can't control it.And since Su Chunfeng practiced trickery, he must be more aware of it - trickery, if the hatred and resentment is very deep, while taking more risks of going crazy, the improvement of cultivation base will be extremely fast.

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