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As the old saying goes: Only Chu is talented, and Yu Si is prosperous.

Xiangnan Province can be said to have a long history, humanities gathered, celebrities come out in large numbers, and abundant products, it is the country's famous "land of fish and rice" 800 miles of Dongting water waves are vast, the lake and the sky are one color, the vast and circuitous, the mountains are abrupt, since ancient times, it has the name of "fairy cave", it can be seen that its landscape scenery is picturesque and has the beauty of the cave.

In Xianghu County, on the south bank of Dongting Lake, with the rapid development of the national economy in recent years, relying on the unique geographical conditions, fishery, animal husbandry and tourism have developed rapidly, and the per capita income has increased significantly.

Before the summer vacation arrived, Xianghu County, located in the south of the Yangtze River, was already under scorching sun, and the temperature reached more than 35 degrees.

In the afternoon of this day.

In the backyard of a classical-style villa near the lakeside in Xianghu Lake Scenic Area, a few lush weeping willows shade the scorching sunlight and sprinkle the faint green shade, covering the exquisite water pavilion near the lake, and the shade of the trees adds a rare comfortable coolness to the lakeside by the breeze blowing from the lake.

An old man dressed in a thin moon-white silk Tang costume sat on a bamboo chair on the outside of the pavilion, sipping tea leisurely, and looking at the vast lake with the water and sky as flat as a mirror.

The old man's face was serene, his beard and hair were all white, and he had an ancient style.

People who don't know him would never have thought that the old man who looks extraordinarily rich and seems to be living in this blessed place, but more often than not, he is dressed sloppily and walks along the streets and alleys like a beggar?

Just when the old man just put down the small and delicate purple sand teapot in his hand, a middle-aged man wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes walked out of the villa full of ancient charm with carved beams and paintings. ”

The old man narrowed his eyes, turned his head and smiled as if he had just woken up from a nap, and lazily complained, "I was woken up by you." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The middle-aged man walked over, sat down at the small bamboo tea table, put the box of the best Mao Feng in his hand on the tea table, and said, "Weiyang called, saying that Luo Tonghua nominated a freshman named Su Chunfeng to take over as the president of the Temporary Warlock Association of Beijing University after Song Ciwen graduated. ”

"Oh." Hu Si seemed to be sleepy, squinting and nodding listlessly.

In fact, Hu Si had no impression of most of the student warlocks in the Beijing University Academy, and he almost never paid attention to them. However, for Luo Tonghua, he has known him for a long time, and he has heard a lot in recent years, but the relationship between the two is not familiar. Although it is said that the Qimen rivers and lakes have been silent and withered a few years ago, for some old guys who have not been in the rivers and lakes since they were young and old because of the times, they will still follow many traditions, and with curiosity to find and get to know some Qimen Jianghu warlocks with the same mysterious identity as them.

The middle-aged man's name is Lu Song, and he is the contemporary owner of the "Four Lives Gate" on the Qimen River and Lake in Xiangnan Province, and has passed down the "Zhenkun Technique" from generation to generation.

Of course, most sects in these years, even if they are magic families, are far from having as many powerful disciples as in novels and legends. It is the Qingluan Sect, which can be called a first-class sect, but there are only a few people in the family who are suitable for practicing magic and there are only a few children of the outer sect with less than 100 people. And the "Four Lives Sect" now, there are no disciples with foreign surnames at all, and the total number of three generations of people in the family who practice magic is only eleven or two, which also includes the children of the family who have shallow cultivation qualifications and are only slightly knowledgeable.

Lu Song knew very well that Hu Si's lazy temperament didn't pay much attention to the younger generation, and he didn't even know who Song Ciwen was, but he was still willing to tell the old man: "That student named Su Chunfeng is just from an ordinary peasant family, and the origin of the magician is even more mysterious, and the cultivation realm is still unclear. According to the news that Wei Yang heard, Su Chunfeng's cultivation technique was called Zhongtian Secret Technique...... Hu Lao, have you heard of it? ”

Hu Si opened his eyes, showing a little confusion, looked at the sparkling and somewhat dazzling lake, thought for a while and said, "It seems to have some impressions, but I don't know." ”

"Lost?"

"Hmm." Hu Si sighed lightly: "The rivers and lakes have been silent for a hundred years, and how many Qimen techniques have withered and disappeared......"

"There are also many that are not extinct, but are hidden in the countryside and unknown to the people." Lu Song smiled and took out a fine metal cigarette case, which contained only two fine cigars and a handful of exquisitely made cigar cutters and a few special matches, he cut off the cigar heads skillfully, respectfully handed one to Hu Si, and then lit Hu Si with a match, then lit a cigar himself, tasted it gently, swallowed the aroma and said: "Su Chunfeng is a native of Pingyang City in the north of Yuzhou Province, where there is an old blind man surnamed Cheng nicknamed Tiegua Xian, and there are also three apprentices of Gong Hu and Gong Hu. There seems to be a mysterious old warlock who has been a rural middle school teacher for most of his life. ”

Hu Si's eyelids drooped, and he said softly: "Last time, Cheng Blind said to me, just feng shui to three or two years, there are outstanding people, in fact, Yuzhou Pingyang has produced contemporary talents, but there are very few outstanding people. ”

"Which place can produce a generation of outstanding people? It's really different. ”

"Shonan once had."

"Modern times."

"Hmm."

Lu Song took the topic back to before: "Cheng Blind's hexagram is cultivated, and he really deserves the name of the Iron Hexagram Immortal?" Or is it just a false rumor? ”

Hu Si took a puff of his cigar and sighed lightly: "The future is terrifying." ”

A ragged colt may make a good horse!

The blind man of the iron hexagram Xiancheng is now over sixty years old, but Hu Si opened his mouth to praise "the future is terrifying", but Lu Song did not have the slightest surprise. Because he knew that the old man in front of him, who looked to be over seventy years old, was actually an old antique from Cheng's blind grandfather's generation. And to be able to be the master of fortune telling, Xiuwei has entered the realm of awakening in the early years, and now there is a faint breakthrough into the realm of returning to the Pudi immortal realm Hu Sizan said "the future is terrifying", it is enough to imagine that Cheng Blind, a master of hexagram calculation in Pingyang, Yuzhou, is worthy of his reputation as an iron hexagram immortal.

A breeze blew gently, and the small amount of cigarette ash on the front end of the cigar in Hu Si's hand was scattered on the small bamboo tea table, white as broken snow, which was particularly eye-catching.

Hu Si looked at the fine white marks of soot, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Lu Song didn't notice the abnormality in the old man's eyes, and said, "Zong Meng will fight with that young man named Su Chunfeng this time, who do you think wins?" ”

"It's boring."

"How?"

"Five-five is tied, if it is not a draw, Zongxian Song will go north after that."

Lu Song nodded silently, confused and surprised, but he didn't ask any more. He knew that the old man in front of him, who was close to returning to the realm of immortals, once he spoke seriously, would inevitably be mysterious and close to prophecy, and he would not explain much-how much he could understand and know depended on the listener's personal understanding and chance. To put it mildly, Hu Si has worked hard until now, practiced until now, and is playing hard with Shangcang all the time, tired and interesting, but not easy.

There were many times when Lu Song had wondered in his heart, had Hu Si already broken through the awakening and stepped back into the Pupu and became the legendary earth immortal?

Seeing that the old man's expression was drooping and he seemed to be asleep, Lu Song got up without saying a word and left gently.

Back in the room, Lu Song picked up his mobile phone and dialed his son's number: "Weiyang, Su Chunfeng is not an idle person, Hu Lao means that his magic cultivation will not be lower than Zongmeng, so no matter how good or evil you do, don't show it too obviously, just pay more attention to him." ”

"Okay."

……

It's summer, the days are long and the nights are short.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the scorching sun showed no signs of fatigue, and hung hotly over the western sky, wantonly emitting hot heat to scorch the dense jungle of buildings made of steel and concrete.

Under the eleventh building of the Xizhimen residential area of the Kyoto Steel Mill, Su Chunfeng, who wore a pair of sunglasses, wore a white short-sleeved shirt, light gray thin casual pants, and white casual leather shoes, with one hand in his pocket, and stood leisurely in the large shadow hidden by the building, while looking at the vehicles and pedestrians and this rather old residential area with a bored look. In fact, it is a flow of silent recitation mantras and mental methods, and practice bit by bit.

Several old residential buildings do not have security doors installed at the entrances of the buildings, and the walls inside are plastered with all kinds of small advertisements.

Wang Haifei, who was wearing an aqua blue short-sleeved over-the-knee dress, was carrying a yellow-green canvas bag and a white sun hat, after coming out of the entrance of the building, she walked a few steps to the east, and saw Su Chunfeng standing under the shadow of the building with a leisurely expression, she couldn't help but trot forward in surprise: "Chunfeng, why are you here?" ”

Su Chunfeng, who had not devoted himself to cultivation in the first place, retracted his mind and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for some days, I can't think about it, I called you in the morning and asked for the address, and I came over in the afternoon to have a look." ”

"I'm sorry." Wang Haifei apologized with happiness on her face.

Since the beginning of school this year, she has been asking her senior sisters and teachers about tutoring, and asked her classmates and teachers to help contact tutoring. A month and a half ago, she was finally introduced by her teacher and found a job as a tutor, which was to make up lessons for a girl in her second year of junior high school, whose parents were senior employees of Kyoto Steel Mill and had good family conditions. After the first two attempts to make up the lessons, the two parents were very satisfied with Wang Haifei's level of make-up lessons, so they formally signed a long-term contract - one hour of make-up lessons every Wednesday and Friday evening from 5:30 to 6:30 p.m., one hour on Saturday and Sunday mornings and two hours in the afternoon, and the salary for make-up classes is 40 yuan per hour.

The money is earned, but there is not enough time to date her boyfriend Su Chunfeng every weekend, so the little lovers haven't seen each other for two weeks.

If it is another girl, her boyfriend will say intimate words that she thinks she can't think of, and he will inevitably say something coquettishly, such as yes or not, and he doesn't believe it, but Wang Haifei is naturally supple and shy, and she can't do those delicate states, so she will quickly apologize.

"Let's go, go outside your school, find a nearby place to have a meal, and I'll go back."

"Hmm." Wang Haifei naturally grabbed Su Chunfeng's arm.

While walking outside the community, Su Chunfeng casually reminded: "It's hot and thin, and the red rope of the pendant should be longer, try not to let people see the pendant you are wearing." ”

"Oh." Wang Haifei's face flushed, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover the slightly open peach-shaped neckline.

……

(To be continued)