"You go back first! I remembered that there was something else going on around here! Once Ling Qingfeng had doubts in his heart, he would never give up until he figured it out.

"Something wrong with you? You're not trying to sneak the beer back behind my back, are you? There's a ban on alcohol in the school, Fengzi, don't do anything stupid! ”

"Fuck off! Less verbose! Ling Qingfeng kicked the fat man into the car, and after seeing him away, he turned around and returned to the gate of the Golden Years KTV.

The security guards at the door were still as lazy and decadent as before, playing with their mobile phones carelessly.

If it weren't for the fact that I had seen their combat effectiveness just now, I couldn't have imagined that all of these uncles could be so violent.

Ling Qingfeng stepped closer, coughed lightly, and said, "I want to ask, is your boss here?" ”

One of the security guards raised his head and pointed inside, "Go! Someone inside leads the way! ”

This sentence was very mysterious, Ling Qingfeng understood it as soon as he heard it, he guessed correctly, it was not a coincidence that they helped just now, all of this was probably a cover-up.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger! Since the other party has helped, there should be no malicious intent. Who is it that makes people so mysterious? Ling Qingfeng thought of one of the biggest possibilities, and his heart faintly became a little excited.

After walking down the hall for a while, under the guidance of the cleaning aunt, he walked through the corridor, and through a dark passage, Ling Qingfeng came to a semi-open bar.

The lights here were dim, and the bartender raised his head and smiled at Ling Qingfeng, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.

"There's the boss's office in the back, you can help me bring two cocktails in!"

Ling Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders, took the tray from the bartender's hand, and with a push of his hand, he pushed open the door of the black hole behind him.

There is still not enough light inside the door, but the surrounding walls are very well insulated. After shutting the door with his backhand, the sound outside was barely audible. There was a silent silence all around.

There is only one desk lamp in the office, and the table lamp illuminates most of the area of the boss's desk. In the dim light, a thin old man was immersed in his own world, as if he was completely unaware of the coming.

Ling Qingfeng was curious, but also disappointed.

He was curious because so far he couldn't guess what the old man had brought him here for, and he was disappointed because it was not the person he had imagined and wanted to see sitting behind the door.

Ling Qingfeng walked up and gently placed the tray on the desk, just glancing at it very casually.

There is only one plate of cold pork ears on the table, yes, it is cold pork ears, or a familiar recipe, or a familiar taste.

So he suddenly realized, hell! After doing it for a long time, I actually recognized this old man who was immersed in writing.

This, this is too! This thin old man turned out to be the half-pig-eared ghost he had seen in the school classroom during the day, and he looked like a fire cloud evil god!

The boss of this KTV, which looks like it's about to go out of business, is actually him, the evil god of Huoyun?

"Did you guess wrong? That dozen Tiger beers didn't mean what you understood? Ling Qingfeng's face was unconsciously a little ugly.

That's right, it's indeed the evil god of Huoyun, this old man is lying on his desk writing a lesson plan, a thick stack of manuscript paper, with the title "Psychological Mutation under Virtual Personality".

It's really hard to imagine that the psychology professor of the First Public Security University of Beijing Normal University is still the boss of this dilapidated KTV, and he is still writing lesson plans in such a sensual environment.

Obviously, the wind and horses are not related, the two completely different, contrasting lives, how did he get entangled together! And why did he bring me here? For a moment, Ling Qingfeng's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure out what.

Finally, the Huoyun Evil God patted his signature big forehead, took a cocktail from the tray, and drank most of it in one go, then slowly closed the lesson plan, took out something from under the desk, and threw it to Ling Qingfeng.

Ling Qingfeng took this piece of thing, and immediately had mixed feelings, even though he had a thousand emotions, he didn't know where to start, and even his palms couldn't help but start to tremble.

Because he also has a piece of this thing, which is a piece of the logo of the Tiger Wings, a silver card representing the identity of the Tiger Wings.

"Count you kid smart, yes, that's right, Yang Ying's Nizi asked me to teach you something. Let's talk about it first, the matter between us must not be known by a third person, and I don't want to be chased by her father again! Do you understand? I'm here to help, old man! Alas, you can owe anything these days, but you can't owe favors, you really play with your life! ”

As he spoke, the Huoyun Evil God looked at Ling Qingfeng with a smile, and there was a deep meaning in his gaze, which made people's hearts furious.

Ling Qingfeng took a deep breath and forcibly calmed himself down before asking, "You said that Teacher Yang invited you over, what evidence do you have?" How can I trust you! ”

The Fire Cloud Evil God laughed dryly, then pulled out a dark war knife from under the table, and said slowly: "This knife was given to you by Yang Ying, and she left a few words, do you want to listen?" ”

"Please!" Ling Qingfeng hugged his fists at the old man, looking at the tiger-winged war knife on the table, his heart was surging, and he couldn't help himself, as if he had returned to the battlefield of the 100,000 mountains.

"The concubine grew on the side of Jinling

The heart is in the court

The bones are buried in the green mountains and several times

The dilemma is the same

In this life, Gu En spared no risk

The name of the knife is not good

Farewell song Kunpeng song

Jun Shoujing Master Mo Yangui"

When the Huoyun Evil God read this poem in his slightly hoarse voice, there was a tragic momentum of the Jin Ge Iron Horse Man who had not yet returned, and there was a bit of reverberation in the poem, and there was also a bit of parting feelings.

"The concubine's heart is buried in the soil, and this knife is given to the king!" This poem is a hidden-head poem, and the first word of each line is connected by these eight words.

There are several allusions in the poem to the situation of Ling Qingfeng in the 100,000 mountains at that time, except for Mr. Yang and himself, no one can really understand the artistic conception contained in this poem.

Unconsciously, Ling Qingfeng's eyes turned red, he picked up the war knife on the table, gently wiped the blade with his fingertips, and one picture after another flashed in his mind, thinking that he had forced himself to forget her, but in fact, she had always been in her heart, bit by bit, and never forgotten.

A trace of bitterness welled up in his throat, and Ling Qingfeng's eyes became brighter and sharper from the initial confusion.

"Boy! Look at the moves! The Fire Cloud Evil God shook his head, interrupting Ling Qingfeng's thoughts, and lightly poked his finger at the back of the knife.

Ling Qingfeng only felt that the force coming from the knife body was like a wave hitting a reef, endlessly, and under the continuous shock, he couldn't hold the handle of the knife with his own strength.

So he subconsciously handed out a claw, the five fingers were curved, the palm was turned outward, and the force was transmitted through the flipping action of the arm and wrist, which was the folding willow style in the hands of the violent ape, although it was only a basic action, but it was also the most skillful style used by Ling Qingfeng.

The Huoyun Evil God was expressionless, just brushed the back of the knife with one hand, raised a thumb, and put it on Ling Qingfeng's wrist just right.

The fingers and wrists were separated with a touch, but even so, the heart-piercing pain still hurt so much that Ling Qingfeng almost screamed directly.

The Tiger Wing War Knife fell into the hands of the Huoyun Evil God, and he quietly put the knife back into the bottom of the table, and then said unhurriedly: "Yang Ying said that you have good bones, I think it's just like that, but I have learned a lot of miscellaneous things, and if you don't practice martial arts, you will be useless in the end." I'll keep this knife for you, and I'll give it back to you when you've learned kung fu!" ”

Although Ling Qingfeng really wanted to get that sword back, the other party was right, and after thinking about it, he didn't argue.

"Starting tomorrow, we will see you at the bottom of the cliff behind the school at four o'clock every morning, is there any problem?" The Fire Cloud Evil God said solemnly.

Ling Qingfeng nodded without hesitation. I happen to lack a Master to guide me, and since he was invited by Teacher Yang, he must be very suitable.

"Teacher, how is Yang Ying's situation now?" Ling Qingfeng couldn't help but ask.

The Fire Cloud Evil God shook his head, his face was blank, and said, "She's fine!" You'd better worry about yourself first! Also, my surname is Tang, and you will call me Tang Lao in the future! Remember, you must not let a third person know about what I taught you, otherwise you will not only hurt me, but also Yang Ying's Nizi, do you understand? “

Hearing him say so solemnly, Ling Qingfeng nodded vigorously, hugged his fists at the old man, and bowed deeply. "Alright, you go back to school first, we'll see you tomorrow morning!" The Fire Cloud Evil God unceremoniously ordered the expulsion. (To be continued.) )