low-key warlock

the weather is getting hotter.

The time to leave school is getting closer and closer.

For the senior students, there is no class, no review, no exam, no discussion and consultation in the study group... Some of them are just hesitation, perplexed reluctance, almost contradictory excitement, The longing and eager impulse are like seabirds ready to leave the nest, stretching their wings and calling for friends, but they all know that on the road ahead, we may not be able to travel together.

Su Chunfeng leaned on the folded quilt, his legs stretched together, and he looked at a few roommates with a smile on their shoulders, talking drunkenly and nonsensically.

Zhang Zhanfei is now a celebrity, one of the two main singers of the Haihong band, and he usually goes to perform everywhere in the world. The company and his manager have their time fully booked, so naturally they can't attend the banquet for the last few days of farewell on time, which is rare. When I found time to come back, I took the brothers in the dormitory to eat outside, and it was right to treat it as an early farewell banquet—in fact, it was indeed a farewell banquet, because tomorrow Zhang Zhanfei will go to Guangdong to perform, and then he will leave school until graduation At that time, there was no time to go back to the campus of Peking University and say goodbye to my classmates.

Everyone can understand him and don't care

After all, they are all adults, so naturally they won't say sourly that Zhang Zhanfei will look down on his brothers and classmates when he becomes famous and rich.Of course, it is unavoidable that some students will vent some unhappiness in private because of jealousy or failure to get some satisfaction from Zhang Zhanfei, but they will not publicly say something to discredit themselves.

"Brother Feng, you, you said that after we graduate, do you want to go to the Northwest together and go to the army to see Gu, Boss, Boss Gu." Diao Xiang, the youngest, seldom drinks alcohol at ordinary times, and he drank a lot tonight In a daze, with a big tongue and stammering, he squeezed to sit beside Su Chunfeng, patted Su Chunfeng on the shoulder and sighed: "I, I miss him, it's so hard and tiring to be a soldier, woo woo woo..."

Oh, I started crying.

Su Chunfeng hugged his shoulders with a smile, and said, "Okay, Xiangzi, hurry up and get on the bed and sleep, the boss will be back tomorrow."

"I, I just took the postgraduate entrance examination, just to wait for the boss to come back!" Yang Bo smiled, and leaned forward in a daze. Su Chunfeng quickly lifted his legs inward, and Yang Bo sat down on the side of the bed with a plop, and then leaned involuntarily. On the wall inside, "Go, you all go, get out of here, hehe..."

Su Chunfeng had no choice but to cross his legs and stand up. He picked up Diao Xiang who was sobbing in a daze, dragged him to the opposite bunk, laid him flat, and scolded: "Be obedient and go to bed quickly."

"Well, I, I listen to Brother Feng, and I only listen to you..."

"Who still drinks?" Tan Zhe waving his arms on the bed and bluffing: "I knew you couldn't do it, and now you're all, are you all scared? Who refuses to accept, let's, let's continue to drink!"

"I, I'll drink with you, drink..." Zhang Zhanfei lay on the bed and yelled in a daze.

Su Chunfeng stood beside the bed, looking at the lower bunk of the three beds, Yang Bo lay sprawled on his bunk, Zhang Zhanfei and Tan Zhe huddled together, and Diao Xiang occupied a lower bunk...Look and see, Su Chunfeng Suddenly, some sour feelings came to my heart - after being reborn, he regarded those classmates as children in junior high school, and still felt that the classmates around him were all little kids in high school. There is a generation gap between us in mental age.But as the time together gets longer and longer, and everyone gradually matures, these feelings of rejection from the bottom of their hearts are gradually squeezed out by the deep friendship.

These roommates and those classmates, no matter what kind of family background they have, at least they are ordinary people in this real society.

And what about yourself?

A warlock in Qimen Jianghu...

Just at this time, Bai Xingyong called him, saying that he was bored alone and wanted to drink.

Su Chunfeng agreed, turned around and walked out, closing the bedroom door gently.

In this season when graduates are about to leave school, the dormitory supervisors seem to understand the feelings of these young people, so most of them will turn a blind eye to those who return late or leave late, and let them go crazy Bar.Therefore, Su Chunfeng just greeted the dormitory manager at the entrance of the corridor, and then walked out of the dormitory building smoothly.

He knew that Bai Xingyong was really irritable these two days - when a person is unlucky, drinking cold water will get stuck between his teeth. In grief and despair, he even staged a suicide by cutting his wrists.

Fortunately, no one died.

But Bai Xingyong became famous.

In desperation, Bai Xingyong had already decided not to go back to school after the holiday, but to go home to review and wait for the final degree exam.As for the post of president of the Beijing College Student Warlock Association, he has also submitted his resignation.

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The night is deep.

Danfeng City, Yuzhou Province is thousands of miles away from the capital.

On the edge of the small square surrounded by lush trees in the family building of the employees of the Mianer Textile Factory in Fengxiang District, Diao Ping, who is thin and thin, sits at a dilapidated stone table, looking up at the deep and distant night sky , the bright crescent moon hanging quietly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

After the breakthrough, his body was recovering rapidly, and he could clearly feel the more and more abundant essence in his body, as well as the strong tension of the magical thoughts.

Master said: "You have no actual combat experience, although you have stepped into the Qi refining realm, but don't overestimate your own strength."

Diao Ping thought: "Isn't it just...using magic to kill people?" He couldn't wait to go back to the southern border where he had been away for many years, enter the Fudimen, and kill all the people in the Fudimen... That period was engraved on him. The darkest and most tragic childhood memories in my heart, even during the four years of practicing trickery with Wang Qimin, I was often awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, and then secretly cried and feared like a child.

He was really scared. Until now, when he thought of the miserable situation before, he was still scared, and even trembled all over.

That was his lingering nightmare.

It is also him, the deep-rooted hatred!

At some point, Wang Qimin stood behind him, and said softly, "Pingwa, Master knows the hatred in your heart, and also knows your fear, knows you, and is eager to take revenge. But Pingwa, listen to Master My advice, even if you want to take revenge, don't be blinded by hatred and anger, because in that case, not only will you not be able to take revenge, but you and yourself will have to get involved."

"Master, do you still want me to wait?" Diao Ping turned his head, smiled brightly like a child, and said, "But, you promised that as long as I enter the Qi Refining Realm, I will be able to become a master." .”

Wang Qimin smiled gently, sat down and said, "After leaving the teacher, will you stop listening to the master?"

"No." Diao Ping blushed, like a child who said something wrong, lowered his head and said timidly: "I will always listen to you, Master, you are my only relative."

"Good boy." Wang Qimin raised his hand and stroked Diao Ping's short stubbled head, and said kindly, "Master is just worried that when you return to southern Xinjiang, when your enemy appears in front of you, you will desperately embrace him and perish together." It's not worth it to vent your hatred with such brave spirit. You must make yourself extremely calm, so calm that you can suppress the endless hatred and soaring anger in your heart... Then, on the premise of protecting yourself, a , one by one, kill the enemies. When you kill the first enemy, those enemies who are still alive will be angry, when you kill the second, they will be irritable, and when you kill the third When you kill four or five, they will be frightened, and when you kill four or five, they will be so nervous that they dare not even close their eyes to sleep!"

Diao Ping looked at Master blankly.

"Four years ago, in the battle of Yangjia Town, Master was defeated because of internal injuries." Wang Qimin looked indifferent and spoke softly, "In the battle of Xishan County the year before last, Master deliberately did not kill them, leaving their lives to you Revenge! Ping Wa, once you have slaughtered all your enemies, it seems that you have been rewarded heartily. In fact, for the enmity between you and them, it is cheap for them. The only way is to let them suffer in deep fear. Torment, dying in the panic and anxiety of waiting for death is the real revenge! Besides, with your current strength at the initial stage of Qi refining, even if it is the tricks you have practiced, it has an attack power that dominates the world. That is to say, if you can leapfrog to kill a warlock in the mid-stage of Qi refining, and you may not be able to succeed. Therefore, revenge can be done now, but it has to be done slowly."

"Well, I see." Diao Ping nodded, the raging flames in his eyes burning.

Wang Qimin looked at him seriously, and his tone became serious: "Pingwa, you have to remember that you are the inheritor of deceit, and your goal in life should not be just to avenge your revenge, but to carry forward the deceit and make a living for you." Tricks, have a name in the history of Qimen Rivers and Lakes! Therefore, you must protect yourself as much as possible."

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely not disappoint your expectations." On Diao Ping's young cheeks, there was a kind of sacred solemnity.

"Master believes in you." Wang Qimin stood up with a smile and said, "Tomorrow, we will go together."

"where to?"

"Zhongzhou City, kill a warlock..." Wang Qimin paused, turned around and walked slowly to the building where he lived, and said softly, "You will kill it, and improve your actual combat experience."

Diao Ping hurriedly followed: "Who?"

"A sorcerer who is about the same age as you, um, is a head-down master in Thailand."

"Thai head drop master?"

"Su Chunfeng and I killed the three senior brothers of this young descendant master in Jinxi Province...his master sent him to Huaxia." Wang Qimin smiled, as if talking about homework, saying something very ordinary Like a trivial matter, he said: "I personally called Su Chunfeng and you Uncle Gong to plead for mercy, so I left this head-down master to you."

Diao Ping frowned, showing a little displeasure.

Wang Qimin didn't turn his head back, but he seemed to have read Diao Ping's expression and understood his inner activities, and said indifferently: "Since there is resistance in my heart and I don't want to help Su Chunfeng, then take it as a task assigned to you by Master. As for why you killed him, there is only one reason—to experience your experience."

"Yes!"

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ps: I was very tired from writing today, and I deleted many times over and over again. Everyone can see that Diao Ping’s trajectory will be similar to Su Chunfeng’s previous life, and I want to use Diao Ping’s experience to go To vaguely tell about Su Chunfeng's past life, of course, he will not really write about Diao Ping in a large space, but from the overall situation and the situation of the world.Well, it wasn’t until I started writing here that I realized that the difficulty was not ordinary... Ahem, it’s true, I’m not looking for reasons~ I won’t stay up late tonight, I will write hard tomorrow.

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