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On the first day of the first lunar month, the atmosphere of the New Year's Festival is the strongest.

On the roads between villages, from time to time, you can see groups of young people riding bicycles and motorcycles, rushing to the villages to pay New Year's greetings despite the cold.

In the village, festive Spring Festival couplets are posted on the doors of every house, and the streets are full of broken red. Children in new clothes run and jump happily in the streets and alleys with toy guns and cannons bought with the money they have just earned, sometimes mischievously lighting small firecrackers and throwing them at the feet of passers-by, popping and exploding, and then running away in the scolding of adults.

Su Chunfeng drove his motorcycle into the alley where Wang Qimin's house was located.

Stopping at the door, Su Chunfeng didn't rush to get out of the car, lifted the front cover of the helmet, and looked at the old mansion - the two-meter-high brick wall has been eroded by the years, and the two dilapidated wooden doors are open, and the Spring Festival couplets are pasted on both sides of the door, but they still look a little depressed. The low steps of the two-step red brick masonry were cleaned cleanly, there was still a little white residual snow in the brick joints, and the damp and blackened dirt road in front of the door was frozen.

In the empty courtyard, there were a few elm trees, and a narrow path paved with red bricks led from the courtyard gate to the entrance of the hall. A cotton curtain of coarse embroidered cloth hung on the door of the hall, and above the window of the West House, which was tightly pasted with white plastic sheeting, a chimney for the exhaust of the honeycomb coal grate stretched out, and white smoke continued to emit out.

Su Chunfeng got off the motorcycle, locked the motorcycle, took off his helmet and gloves and put them in his hands, and walked in.

In his previous life, he had often been in and out of this dilapidated and somewhat desolate courtyard.

In this life, he has never stepped into it.

"Teacher Wang, are you there?" Su Chunfeng stood at the bottom of the steps at the entrance of the hall.

"Who?" The door curtain was opened, and a boy with a darker complexion, a height of about one meter four, and clear eyebrows poked his head out to look at Su Chunfeng.

Su Chunfeng smiled and said, "Teacher Wang is not here?" ”

"Here, come in." Diao Ping lifted the curtain again.

Su Chunfeng stepped on the steps of the third floor and entered the house. The hall was dimly lit, and on the north wall facing the door of the hall was a portrait of a great man, flanked by the great man's verses: confident that if you live for 200 years, you will be hit by water for 3,000 miles. Underneath the statue of the great man is a long terrazzo table, in front of which is a large dark brown square table, and on each side is an old Taishi chair.

The curtain of the Westinghouse bedroom was lifted, and Wang Qimin, who was wearing an army green cotton coat, walked out, and was stunned when he saw Su Chunfeng, and then said with a kind expression: "Chunfeng, you are here." ”

"Hmm." Su Chunfeng responded, took two steps forward and knelt on the sack spread on the ground, leaned over and kowtowed: "Teacher Wang, Happy New Year, the student kowtows to you." ”

"It's good to come, it's good to come." Wang Qimin hurriedly stepped forward to help, and was a little surprised in his heart - it is a custom to kowtow to the local New Year, but under normal circumstances, kowtowing is actually a symbolic kneeling, and there is no need to really kowtow to the ground with his head. But Su Chunfeng really kowtowed to him this time.

Su Chunfeng got up and said, "Teacher Wang, I have been hiding from you for a long time before, I'm sorry." ”

"I can understand, understand." Wang Qimin smiled kindly, while opening the curtain of the West House, "Go to the back room to warm up and talk for a while." ”

"Hmm." Su Chunfeng turned around and walked in.

Wang Qimin said again: "Pingwa, go and close the courtyard door." ”

"Hey."

The bedroom in the Westinghouse is not big.

Behind the door on the left side of the door, there is a large honeycomb coal stove cast of pig iron, on which is placed a pot, which is constantly steaming hot. Under the window next to the stove was a small wooden table, on which was placed a small dustpan sprinkled with a thin layer of white flour and rows of wrapped dumplings.

To the north is a large kang that connects directly to the east and west walls, the bedding on it is neatly folded, and two wooden dark red wardrobes are placed side by side on the west side.

It's much warmer than the outside, and it's much warmer in the Westroom.

Su Chunfeng sat on the edge of the kang and said, "Teacher Wang, haven't eaten yet?" ”

"Just finished eating dumplings." Wang Qimin said with a smile: "The rest of the dumplings will be cooked and eaten at dinner...... Chunfeng, if you can be admitted to Beijing University, my teacher will also have a light on his face. As he spoke, he took two steps inside and sat on the side of the kang, lifted the corner of the kang mattress and took out a pack of 4.7 cigarettes from below, handed one to Su Chunfeng, lit one himself, and said: "The conditions at home are a little poor, there is no good hospitality for cigarettes and wine, don't dislike it." ”

Su Chunfeng shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said, "Qian Ming has already told you, right?" ”

"Hmm." Wang Qimin smiled and said, "He has a good talent, he has been practicing slowly for more than ten years, his foundation is solid, he should have a better future, follow me, it will delay him." ”

"This is my idea, don't blame him too much." Su Chunfeng sighed lightly.

"He's told me everything." Wang Qimin took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Chunfeng, your master is ...... Where is it? Can I meet him? ”

Su Chunfeng's heart was sour, and he shook his head and said, "He's gone." ”

"Oh." Wang Qimin didn't ask any more -- did the so-called "he left" mean that he had left the boundaries of Pingyang City and gone somewhere else? Or is it already dead?

The room fell silent.

For a while, neither side seemed to know what to say.

When you don't meet, you want to meet and solve many doubts in the conversation. But when we actually met, I didn't know what to say.

After Diao Ping returned to the house, he sat on a small stool next to the stove, kept looking at Su Chunfeng, and said after a while: "I remember you." ”

"Huh?" Su Chunfeng smiled slightly.

"In Yangjia Town, the person who sat in the van and asked me to go back to the town to find my master is you......" Diao Ping said seriously: "Your voice can't be changed." ”

Su Chunfeng nodded and said, "That's right, I asked you to go back that day." ”

"You knew me before?"

"I don't know."

"Then how do you know that I am Master's apprentice?"

Su Chunfeng smiled: "Because I saw you running out of the yard in a panic." ”

"Uncle Gong said, you are my senior brother." The corners of Diao Ping's mouth curled, revealing a dissatisfied look, and he asked with resentment: "On the day of Yangjiazhen, why didn't you kill those people in Fudimen?" ”

"Voldeemon?" Su Chunfeng was suddenly stunned - he didn't know before that the people who chased and killed Wang Qimin and Diao Ping were from Fudimen. Now listening to Diao Pingyi, I suddenly remembered that when I met the two warlocks in the Guandi Temple in Yangjia Town, I felt a little familiar, the one who was a little older was not Cai Xian, the head of the Fudi Gate, and the other one who stood in the alley and directly attacked Wang Qimin was Cai Xian's junior brother Liao Yongshan.

Diao Ping was still staring at Su Chunfeng, waiting for his answer.

At this moment, Su Chunfeng clearly sensed the ruthlessness and hatred in Diao Ping's clear eyes and all over his body. So after a little thought, Su Chunfeng smiled and turned his head to look at Wang Qimin, and said, "Teacher Wang, your apprentice Pingwa has a ruthless heart and a deep grudge, which is not conducive to cultivation, and it is easy to go mad." Moreover, even if the grudge can stimulate his potential and make leaps and bounds in his cultivation, and because of his natural aptitude and your old care, he will not go mad, but once he succeeds in cultivation in the future, he will inevitably cause trouble. ”

"You talk nonsense!" Diao Ping suddenly got up.

"Pingwa, sit down." Wang Qimin reprimanded softly.

Diao Ping gritted his teeth and sat down angrily.

Su Chunfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Diao Ping coldly, and said, "Teacher Wang, if I were you, I would abolish all of his spells now!" At the same time as saying this, Su Chunfeng silently recited the spell in his heart, and burst out with a powerful and terrifying qi all over his body, instantly enveloping Diao Ping, suppressing the strong resentment and hatred he exuded back into his body, and tearing apart Diao Ping's stubborn consciousness like a bamboo.

Poof!

Diao Ping's body was weak, he fell to the ground from the small stool, his whole body convulsed, his eyes were full of horror looking at Su Chunfeng, and he looked at the master with eyes for help, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.

What Su Chunfeng used was trickery!

"Chunfeng." Wang Qimin raised his right hand, pinched out his hand, flicked his fingers, and the majestic magic power invaded Su Chunfeng's qi and wrapped it to protect Diao Ping's consciousness.

Su Chunfeng quickly withdrew the spell and looked at Diao Ping coldly condescendingly.

Diao Ping struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes were full of fear and a trace of confusion and resentment and looked at Wang Qimin, not understanding why the master didn't immediately go to teach this bold guy who made a brazen attack, and then looked at Su Chunfeng, gritted his teeth and asked hatefully: "You, why are you doing this to me?" ”

Su Chunfeng ignored him.

Wang Qimin sighed lightly and said, "Chunfeng, Pingwa is still young, slowly he will grow up and understand more things......"

"Hmm." Su Chunfeng nodded, looked at Diao Ping, and coldly reprimanded: "Diao Ping, I don't care what deep hatred you have in your heart, but now you don't have the ability to solve many problems, so don't show your strength and ruthlessness at every turn, that will cause you a lot of trouble for yourself and your master." ”

"I know!" Diao Ping's eyes were full of stubbornness and disgust.

Su Chunfeng looked at Wang Qimin: "This kid, can you stop it in the future?" ”

"His grudge is too deep, and if he succeeds in cultivating in the future, I won't stop him from taking revenge." Wang Qimin said calmly: "I can't control that much. ”

Wang Qimin also said these words to Gong Hu at the beginning.

It's just that he knows what Gong Hu thinks (to be continued)