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Su Chunfeng, who was a top warlock in his previous life, was very aware of the strangeness of the spell and the immensity and incomprehensibility of the natural laws of the Heavenly Dao.

So he didn't care about how to explain to Li Jichun and Guo Fa afterwards, and he didn't have time to think about what kind of punishment he would receive if he frightened Yao Xinbo, deceived the head teacher, and left the classroom without permission during class time. Now, he just wants to hurry back home to see his family!

As he trotted along the basketball court in the direction of the dormitory, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed someone walking slowly on the steps in front of the row of offices on the north side of the basketball court.

Very familiar figure!

Su Chunfeng slowed down and turned his head to look.

I saw an old teacher who was over half a hundred years old, not tall, and slightly fat, walking along the steps in front of the office, with a step that ordinary people could not see anything abnormal, to the rather abrupt cement open-air podium in front of the principal's office.

The podium is not large, more than half a meter high, seven meters long and four meters wide, and is horizontally connected to the steps.

The old teacher, dressed in a plain dark gray Lenin suit and a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, looked as if he was going to the classroom with a textbook in his hand. But he stopped as he reached the edge of the podium, raised his head slightly, and calmly looked down the wide road between the room and the library at the row of classrooms to the south—from where he was, he could see the 14th class of the second grade.

Although Su Chunfeng just pretended to look at it casually, he could clearly see that the old teacher's steps just now were "turning the sky".

After standing still, the old teacher raised his hands slightly above his abdomen, and held the textbook in his left hand to cover his right hand, which pinched out a finger. And his feet were standing with his right foot slightly forward, his toes inclined inward thirty degrees, his left foot back, his toes inclined inward forty-five degrees, his feet thirty or forty centimeters apart, and his front heels parallel to his back toes—a very strange posture, but the old teacher stood there with a very casual and ordinary appearance.

"What did he feel?" Su Chunfeng's heart tightened.

When the old teacher turned his head to look at him seemingly casually, Su Chunfeng turned around and strode away in an instant—he could feel that the seemingly cloudy eyes of the old teacher behind him were staring at him.

The old teacher's name is Wang Qimin.

In the previous life, he was Su Chunfeng's master!

When Su Chunfeng was just in the third year of junior high school, he was sick and feverish, and was brought into the office by Wang Qimin, who had been paying attention to him for a long time, under the pretext of curing his illness, and cast a mysterious and wonderful spell, bewitching and luring this student with a very high talent for practicing magic into the world of magic, becoming the most mysterious descendant of trickery in the Qimen rivers and lakes, and after just 14 years, he surpassed his master Wang Qimin and stepped into the realm of "awakening his mind".

Now, Su Chunfeng is in the second year of junior high school, and he will go to the third year of junior high school after the summer vacation.

In other words, he has been concerned by Wang Qimin for a long time. In a few months, Wang Qimin will find an opportunity to lure him into taking him as an apprentice.

At that point, what to do?

Thinking of this, Su Chunfeng trotted to the courtyard of the dormitory, and with his unlost memory, he found his bicycle in the corner of the courtyard wall blocked by a pile of bicycles - it was a dilapidated bicycle that had lost everything except for the ride.

He brutally kicked down the bicycle that was blocking the way, pushed the broken bicycle out, and rode away as fast as he could.

Wang Qimin's actions just now made him more and more nervous.

Because, he knows Wang Qimin too well: this old guy who has cultivated extremely high spells has been low-key for more than 20 years, and he has never performed spells in school, even if it is a small spell. And he always stepped on the bell to enter the classroom when he went to class, but today he just walked out of the office after the bell rang so long......

This shows that Wang Qimin must have noticed the abnormal changes in the aura in the school.

Su Chunfeng was not worried about Yao Xinbo's spell just now, the aura fluctuation caused by that kind of small spell was very small, and it would not leave any clues. Even Yao Xinbo, who was surgically treated, could not clearly tell what situation he encountered at that time afterwards.

What worries Su Chunfeng is that the moment of rebirth will cause strong fluctuations in the aura of heaven and earth. And Wang Qimin must have noticed the abnormality before he performed surgery in the school to observe.

In addition, before his rebirth, Su Chunfeng went mad, and it was Wang Qimin who set up a formation to help him get rid of his demons and protect him.

So, what really happened at the moment of death before being reborn?

What did Wang Qimin do?

Will there be any inevitable connection between the past life and the present life?

Su Chunfeng, who has experienced his previous life, knows that in the early and mid-90s of the 20 th century, with the tide of reform and opening up promoting the rapid development of the national economy, the domestic social order was stable, and the people's living standards gradually improved. Due to historical turmoil and social shape, the genre of rivers and lakes that has almost disappeared for nearly a hundred years, the strange people and strange people have gradually revealed the sprouts of recovery, and have developed rapidly, and after entering the new century, there has been a blowout of prosperity.

So now, it's a special time.

The rivers and lakes are beginning to appear, and the wind is surging......

The more he thought about it, the more Su Chunfeng was worried about the safety of his relatives. Because from the point of view of magic, whether it is deliberately done or because of the rebirth of the rebirth of the heavens, it will inevitably trigger a great sense of heaven and earth, and the result of its backlash will be extremely dangerous.

Now that I'm fine, will that affect my family?

On the other hand, if such a thing as rebirth were known to the people in the Qimen rivers and lakes, it would definitely shock the world!

And he will definitely become the target of many high-ranking people from now on, so that he can't help but get involved in the mysterious and dangerous Qimen Jianghu.

……

Su Chunfeng's family lives in Hetang Village, Guanmiao Township, which is more than ten miles away from Dongwangzhuang Township Middle School.

However, he was able to study in Dongwangzhuang Township Middle School, but he was not sent by someone at home, but was admitted to that key middle school with excellent results. Moreover, with his family conditions, it is impossible to spend hundreds of dollars to let him study in a better middle school.

It was late spring.

The sun is shining and the breeze is warm.

The wheat seedlings in the field spit ears, and the green fields catch the sky. Along the way, the villages are lush with green trees, covering red bricks and green tiles, and although most of the streets and alleys are uneven, they are connected to the outside of the village in all directions. Occasionally, chickens and dogs bark, and swallows shuttle back and forth in front of the hall, which shows the calm and comfortable living atmosphere in the countryside.

Riding a dilapidated bicycle all the way back to Hetang Village, Su Chunfeng didn't have the heart to look at the image of the village more than ten years ago in his memory, and drove straight to the southeast of the village along the dirt path next to the small canal in the east of the village.

His home, in a narrow alley.

The potholed alleys are less than two meters wide, and some stubborn grass grows under the roots of the walls on both sides.

The courtyards of seven or eight houses are planted with a mess of trees, including elms, jujubes, paulownias, poplars, etc., and the branches and foliage peek out of the old mottled low walls, and sprinkle patches of shade in the streets and alleys and small courtyards.

The house at the corner of the middle of the street leading to the street is Su Chunfeng's home - a two-meter-high blue brick courtyard wall, three layers of red brick steps in front of the door, and a low gatehouse built with blue bricks and red tiles; The door is one meter six wide and two meters high, and there are unscrubbed and faded couplets on the door frame, and the brown-red wooden door with mottled paint is open. Under the erosion of time, all styles and colors look gray and old.

Bang Bang!

Su Chunfeng leaned his bicycle against the wall in front of his house and stepped up the steps. But I suddenly felt a little apprehensive in my heart, and I stopped with some nostalgia before I raised my legs and stepped into the courtyard gate.

In the small courtyard, the floor is paved with red bricks, and a few pieces of cleanly washed clothes hang on a wire that runs through the courtyard. At the base of the west wall, a vine stretched out its verdant vines, crawling to the brim on a shelf made of wire, complementing the four elm trees in the courtyard with thick and leafy branches, casting patches of green so thick that almost the entire courtyard was covered.

The three main bungalows face north and south, with light green floral beaded curtains hanging on the doors, the glass on the painted brown windows wiped clean, and a few pairs of cloth shoes on white and black on the windowsill.

Looking at this qiē, Su Chunfeng was excited, and his voice trembled a little and called: "Dad, mother......"

Soon there was a somewhat surprised voice from her mother Chen Xiulan in the house: "Xiaofeng, why did you come back?" ”

Su Chunfeng, who walked to the door of the house, was stunned, and then exhaled softly, and his excited and agitated mood was quickly smoothed out by him - his mother's reply made him feel a lot relieved, and he walked into the house with a smile.

On the east side of the living room, his mother, dressed in plain clothes and with shoulder-length hairstyle, was sitting at the table sewing clothes, looking up at him gently and lovingly—at this time, the mother was only thirty-seven years old, and the years had not yet left too many traces on her graceful and delicate face. When she was a child, it was during the special period of the sixties and seventies of the Republic, and the original bookish family was in decline, so she could not go to school because of her poor family background and social status, but a good family education made her gentle and dignified, and she did not lose the diligence and simplicity of a typical peasant woman.

Su Chunfeng felt a sour feeling in his heart, and he almost couldn't hold back his tears.

Mother is a hard-working person.

In my last life, I owed too much to my parents......

Although he was bitter and remorseful in his heart, Su Chunfeng's expression was as usual. Scratching his head, he smiled like a child who had made a mistake and explained, "I forgot to bring two books at home, and I happened to have a physical education class this morning, so I asked for leave to come back and get them." On the way back, he already knew from his memory that it was Tuesday. As a boarding student, I went home early on Tuesday morning, and of course I had to think of a reason.

Chen Xiulan understood and smiled: "Then go and find it." ”

"Hmm." Su Chunfeng walked to the bedroom of the Westinghouse, and asked seemingly casually, "My father went to work?" ”

"What kind of work do you go to, the work of the construction team is not a day long." Chen Xiulan gently bit off the needle and thread, and while re-recognizing the needle and threading, she said without raising her head: "He went to the field to get medicine." ”

"Is there a plague in the wheat field?"

"It's said that there are insects, and every household on the team is busy spraying medicine......"

Su Chunfeng was not in a hurry to find books, but stood at the door and chatted with his mother without a match, while silently reciting a spell in his heart, pinching it with his hands behind his back, concentrating on the magic and carefully observing the aura at home, and focusing on the invisible momentum of ordinary people on his mother's body.

But he immediately felt a wave of lightheadedness and almost fainted.