Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 221
The owner of the commissary may have been bored for a long time. Seeing that the two had no intention of leaving, they made a profitable business by the way.

Then he opened his chat box and started talking nonchalantly:

"If you want to say that this Leng Qianyu is also the Shui Lingyou of the little girl we grew up watching.

She is a nice person, after becoming famous, some people often give her something, let me tell you."

The old man was mysterious, as if he was talking about some big news:
"There are still people sending cars and big brothers!"

When he spoke, his face was full of admiration and envy. In this era, holding a mobile phone and driving a Santana is a symbol of the rich.

This is better than giving away a luxury house in the future!
"Be good! So that girl didn't agree?"

Zhang Chengdao is not the kind of person who does not eat fireworks in the world. He can bear his temper and happily open a small shop in the Chinese neighborhood of England every day. Of course he knows what the life of ordinary people is.

These days, ten thousand yuan households are a rarity, and the wages of female workers in high-efficiency textile factories in Jiangsu Province are less than 200!

Spending 10,000+ is indeed a big deal.

"Nope!" The uncle slapped the table and said indignantly, "Or those people are just chewing their tongues.

Xiao Leng is not tempted by this, how could he run away in greed for money!
It's those people who are jealous, that's why these things happen!

Let me tell you, you deserve it! "

The uncle sighed, and said with some confusion:

"It stands to reason that it shouldn't be, Xiao Leng's neighbors and neighbors are also old neighbors, how can we let Gou Wazi starve to death?
Not to mention that he was barking so hard two days ago, usually someone would go to see Gou Wazi when he barked. "

Saying goodbye to the boss, the father and son found a big tree, found two rocking chairs, and sat in the shade of the tree.

Zhang Xiao frowned, thinking about some of the complicated relationships, trying to sort out a line.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong:

"Dad, should we ask more questions and find some clues?"

Zhang Chengdao gave him a strange look, and said puzzledly:
"Why are you looking for clues? When the sun goes down, find out Leng Qianyu directly, and you'll know everything if you ask me?"

ah?Zhang Xiao opened his mouth slightly.

I suddenly reacted, why didn’t I think of that!

Yes, this is not like making a movie, peeling off threads, reversing and reversing, and finding out the hidden clues bit by bit.

Finally found out the truth and identified the culprit.

What's the situation now?

Longhushan Young Celestial Master Zhang Chengdao!
There are also some celestial masters, the young leader of Hogwarts, the next legend, Xiao Zhang, whom Dumbledore has high hopes for!
In the movie, there are characters that everyone immediately understands that it's time for the finale as soon as they appear.

Not to mention being suspected of being a ghost, even if the millennium ghost king came, he would have to nod and bow and hand over two cigarettes, Shangxian, the little ghosts below don't understand the rules, please forgive me!
My mother said that Zhang Chengdao was able to become a young celestial master not because he was the son of an old celestial master, but because of the prestige he earned in every game!

Or he didn't put himself in the right position, why did Zhao Yuanxu just send someone over to handle some chores?
It is because Zhao Yuanxu has absolute confidence in his father.

Zhang Xiao was heartbroken.

"Xiaoxiao, it's been a tough time, so let's have a good sleep while you have nothing to do in the afternoon." Zhang Chengdao lay comfortably in the rocking chair.

At some point, he also took out a cattail fan in his hand, fanning the wind comfortably.

"Back then, I went down the mountain with your grandfather, and I also experienced this kind of ascetic journey, but ours is much farther away.

At that time, I was not much older than you, and the thing I looked forward to most was to meet the victim, so that I could not only have a full meal, but also have a good sleep.

What a pity. The world was in chaos at that time, and it was difficult to find a quiet place in China, which is so vast."

Zhang Chengdao said softly, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking up through the dense and mottled shade of trees, he just felt that time is really magical.

China, which was so weak that anyone could bully it twice, has come to today in just the blink of an eye.

Perhaps it still has such and such problems, but it is indeed vigorous and full of vigor.

As if it was just tired from the long time, took a small nap, and now stood up again, returning to its original place.

Zhang Xiao listened to the cicadas singing in his ears, felt the slightly scorching wind, and the unique sense of solidity in his homeland, and gradually fell into a dreamland.

Time passed quickly, and the originally scorching sun had turned into a large red disc, gradually slanting westward, and the temperature had dropped.

In the originally deserted street, some people can be seen occasionally, most of them are old people, it seems that as the owner of the small shop said, many people who feel that they have a clear conscience have not left.

Zhang Xiao stood up and rubbed his face. He quickly escaped from the groggy feeling after sleeping, only to find that his father was standing aside, seemingly looking at something.

Many people were walking in one direction with small stools. Their conversations were not loud, and their faces looked like they were going to a theater.

"woke up?"

Zhang Chengdao turned around and shook his head at his son: "Go, let's go and have a look too!"

He agreed, and while no one was paying attention, Zhang Xiao put away the rocking chair, and the two followed the crowd together.

The small square at the head of the village was already crowded with people.

Those grandpas and aunts were all sitting on small wooden benches, and some children were running around, shouting happily from time to time.

Not long after, a loud shout suddenly came from a distance: "Come here!"

There was a moment of silence in the square, and many people couldn't help but stand up and look in one direction with their feet up.

A dilapidated Xiaobain drove over with black smoke and stopped in the open space.

A few young people jumped out from inside, and put on their worn and faded Taoist robes.

Then he called on the villagers to help carry things.

Zhang Xiao:.
He couldn't help looking at his father, but found that Zhang Chengdao didn't have any strange expression, on the contrary his expression became much more serious.

"Xiaoxiao, let's see first, we'll talk later."

Zhang Xiao nodded, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and followed carefully.

Those young people in blue coats carried an altar table and walked noisily into a small courtyard in front of the square.

"Folks, the mage said that this kind of ceremony is not suitable for onlookers, so in the small courtyard, everyone should not make noise, and you are not allowed to sit on the wall!"

Many onlookers in the square suddenly sighed in disappointment, and many people even shouted directly:

"Wang Fugui, that's not what you said when you collected the money before."

"Yeah yeah!"

Wang Fugui blushed and started arguing with them:

"The mage said that if there are many people watching, the spell may not work!
When the time comes, the little girl from Leng's family will come to your house to find you, you will be happy, right? "

The father and son ignored the quarrel in the square, but hid their figures as usual, walked into the small courtyard, and stood aside quietly watching.

A middle-aged man wearing a blue coat was standing in front of the altar table with his eyes closed.

The long sleeves are gathered together, and there are a bunch of objects such as Sanqing bells, wooden swords, and incense candles beside them.

Is this going to catch ghosts?

The night came very quickly, almost in just a moment, the sun had completely disappeared, and the curved crescent had already hung high above the dark night.

The surrounding villagers still gathered outside and did not leave.

Although I can't see the picture, I have to sing a few lines in it, right?

Just pretend you're listening to the radio.

And now that there are so many people, there is a greater sense of security, right?

Even if I have a clear conscience, can I be afraid of such things accurately?

The middle-aged Taoist priest here has already started the ceremony.

Zhang Chengdao's eyes lit up immediately, and after waving his hand to cut off the sound, he said in a low voice:
"Hey, it seems to be real!"

real?Zhang Xiao hastily concentrated his attention a little more, and after watching for a while, the Taoist priests began to walk Yu steps.

Even with his Dharma eyes opened, he didn't see any supernatural powers in this white-washed middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Dad, this one is back to basics, is it harmonious?
No matter how I look at it, I feel that he is an ordinary person. "

Zhang Xiao asked in a low voice.

"He's just an ordinary person."

"Ah?" Zhang Xiao was taken aback when she heard the words: "But didn't you just say that he was real?"

"It really doesn't conflict with ordinary people." Zhang Chengdao paused, and suddenly turned to an irrelevant question.

He asked meaningfully:

"Xiaoxiao, do you think the things in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies that can ward off evil spirits, such as glutinous rice, black dog blood, rooster blood, and rooster crowing, are useful?"

Zhang Xiao instinctively wanted to answer that it was useless, because they were neither magical animals nor spirit beasts.

Nor does it contain the so-called 'spiritual power' or 'magic power'.

But he had a vague feeling in his heart that things were not that simple, as if something was about to come out.

It seems that a lot of things can be strung together by a short distance.

"coming!"

Zhang Chengdao focused his eyes, and both father and son opened their eyes at the same time, and the whole world suddenly became much clearer.

Under the dim night light, Zhang Xiao could only feel a gloomy ghostly aura coming from a distance.

This ghostly aura is extremely strong, and even the popularity here due to the gathering of people is not inferior.

The quaint compass in the Taoist priest's hand suddenly vibrated. He looked down, and cold sweat was already protruding from his forehead.

The incense on the altar snapped off, and even the flames of the candles gradually turned green.

This is the candle on the table!
The melancholy singing voice came out of nowhere, it was supposed to be the melodious Huangmei Opera Huadan singing.

At this moment, it sounds like a kind of boundless resentment and insidiousness, which makes people's hair stand on end.

The crowd gathered outside had already looked not far away in horror.

The fog did not know when it gradually dissipated, and a stage seemed to be looming in the fog.

A woman with a beautiful figure and a delicate face was standing on the stage without makeup, singing on her own.

Every frown and smile seems to have a natural charm, and every gesture seems to be able to hook everyone's heartstrings.

But no one was moved, they couldn't even scream, as if they were frozen by something.

He was just sitting on a small stool dully, as if he were really watching a show.

Zhang Xiao felt the magic wand in his hand buzzing excitedly, this was the first time he saw the magic wand so excited.

"Dad, don't we make a move?"

Zhang Xiao asked quietly, Zhang Chengdao's eyes were shining, and the Taoist Dharma Eyes had been used to the limit by him.

He looked around, still counting in his hands, and said in a low voice:
"Wait, he will be caught soon!"

"Catch who?"

Zhang Chengdao's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were really about to shine.

"The mastermind behind the scenes!"

ah?And the mastermind behind the scenes?I do not know how?
But at this moment, the situation in the field changed again.

Seeing the sound of whimpering operas getting louder and louder, the middle-aged Taoist bit his finger, wrote and drew on the yellow talisman, and smeared it a few times.

He took out the fire sticks and lit them, threw them into the sky, picked up the Sanqing Bell and the wooden sword and started dancing.

The stack of yellow talismans was made of unknown material, and suddenly clusters of bright flames burst out in the air.

The opera students stopped suddenly, and these yellow symbols seemed to have angered Leng Qianyu.

In Zhang Xiao's eyes, the small courtyard was full of ghosts, and a figure with long hair hanging down and a torn costume suddenly appeared.

I don't know what she went through before she died, that look was really terrifying.

Leng Qianyu stretched out a hand that was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and was about to pounce on her.

Can't wait!Must be saved!
At this moment, Zhang Chengdao's voice was cold:
"found it!"

A blazing golden light floated on the surface of the father and son's bodies at the same time, like two golden lights dispersing in different directions.

Zhang Xiao has never dealt with such weird things before, and he doesn't know the depth of the other party.

Subconsciously, I used my full strength.

The middle-aged Taoist priest also saw Leng Qianyu's figure at this time, and secretly groaned, who would have thought that a person who had just died a few months could be so powerful!
At this moment, a golden light exploded in front of his eyes.

The moment Zhang Xiao picked it up, he felt that it felt much better than the dementors. It was cold, but a little light, not as hard as the dementors.

He pinched Leng Qianyu's hand, and the hot golden light made Leng Qianyu let out shrill wails.

Wisps of ghostly energy turned into blue smoke and drifted out.

Zhang Xiao said softly:
"Although I sympathize with what happened to you, judging by your actions tonight, it seems that you want to spread revenge to the entire village.

That's going too far. "

Leng Qianyu's blood-red eyes looked at Zhang Xiao through the gap in her hair, and she opened her dark mouth and let out a shrill scream.

Zhang Xiao frowned, although there was no lethality, but
"quietly"

The wand was waved gently in front of her, and the effect of the spell spread immediately.

But this small action hurts surprisingly big.

The lightning-struck wooden wand instinctively emitted a trace of lightning and jumped over.

The part touched by the electric glow is like meeting a red-hot soldering iron, leaving a red and shiny spot.

Even under the influence of the spell, Zhang Xiao couldn't hear Leng Qianyu's voice, but she could still tell that she seemed to be in extreme pain.

Hiss. Is the lightning strike wooden wand so powerful?

Zhang Xiao hurriedly put away the wand. What if he accidentally poked it with the wand and Leng Qianyu was gone!
"Shangxian. Are you a Shangxian?
I. I have always believed in your existence! "

Suddenly there was a trembling and excited inquiry from the middle-aged Taoist priest behind him.

Zhang Xiao didn't have time to answer.

I saw that the surrounding darkness seemed to be dispelled by something.

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky in an instant with unrivaled momentum.

What followed was a deafening roar of thunder.

Is this the five thunders rectification?

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The plot of the small town is still compressed a lot, sorry

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