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Five o'clock in the morning.

It was the darkest time before dawn in the cold winter season, and the campus was silent.

The snow fell silently, and soon the huge campus was covered in silver, revealing a quiet and cold beauty in the night.

On the shore of the Red Lake, Su Chunfeng silently recited the mantra, the inner method of the body flowed, the feet turned to Tiangang step, the gossip stepped on the nine palaces, the arms opened and closed sometimes if the sun and the moon were embraced, and then the sun and the moon collapsed, sometimes like winding silk and pulling force, soft and slow like the wind blowing willows, water pushing the stones, stretching and long, moving and quiet, but faintly there is a magnificent and majestic atmosphere that melts all things in the heart.

The aura of heaven and earth surrounded the vicinity of his body, so thick that it seemed to condense into water, and the wisps were entwined and scrambled to immerse himself in Su Chunfeng's body.

The aura and essence in the meridians are active and rushing like rivers and rivers, pouring into the five internal organs to wash dirt, catalyzing the aura of heaven and earth to quickly generate essence, and closely connecting with the outside nature to achieve a delicate balance. During this period, a small number of auras that turned into the essence slowly circulated into the central dantian and accumulated, and with the operation of the dantian, powerful energy burst out, urging the five internal organs, six internal organs, and seven spirits to work together, so as to achieve a virtuous cycle of meridians and qi lines around the body.

Su Chunfeng gradually fell into a state of selflessness.

It wasn't until the sky was bright that his mind slowly withdrew from the entry, stood still, and exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The aura on the campus of Beijing University is so rich, it is really suitable for cultivation, and it has only been more than half a year since he entered the realm of solid qi, and he has firmly stabilized the initial stage, the six intestines are transparent, and the qi line is closed. ”

The snow is still falling.

The trampled dents in the vicinity were covered by falling snow, forming a circle with a diameter of more than four meters, and the staggered dents in the middle spread out, like a strange and mysterious totem.

Su Chunfeng casually paced back and forth between them, kicking the patterns formed by the falling snow and dents apart.

Then, he walked slowly to the road not far away, turned and trotted east.

At this time, although the snow was falling heavily and the weather was freezing, there were still many teachers and students running early in the morning on campus. When he ran past from the vicinity of Jingchun Garden, Su Chunfeng heard someone shouting at him from behind, so he stopped and followed the reputation in some surprise. I saw Song Ciwen trotting up from behind, looked at no one around, and said with a smile: "At half past seven on Saturday night, there is a lecture in the first classroom of the School of Archaeology, Culture and Museums Building, remember to go then." ”

"Hmm." Su Chunfeng nodded, without the slightest look of doubt and surprise.

Song Ciwen was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "Don't ask what class?" ”

"Senior Song personally notified me." Su Chunfeng smiled and said, "It's nothing more than a course similar to ideological and political propaganda, I think, there are only a dozen students who listen to the class, right?" ”

"Wrong." Song Ciwen said: "There should be a lot of students...... But after class, students like us have to stay for about an hour. ”

Su Chunfeng said: "That's no difference. ”

"Okay." Song Ciwen had to admit it, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Then see you on Saturday, I'll go and inform other classmates." ”

"See you later." Su Chunfeng smiled and said goodbye to Song Ciwen.

After meeting Song Ciwen for the first time, Su Chunfeng guessed that since there were unwritten rules against warlocks on the campus of Beijing University, this small circle must also have a certain degree of organization to facilitate management. Combined with Liu Yue's "unwarranted" expulsion from school, it is even more certain that this small invisible circle exists.

In general, it is also similar to an organization such as a club.

It's just that this kind of organization is more secretive, and it basically doesn't organize any collective activities of the community. However, it is absolutely necessary to hold classes on the ground from time to time to inculcate some concepts such as laws, moral norms, and political ideas in the student warlocks, so as to prevent them from relying on the magic methods to do misdeeds, and at the same time to have the effect of mutual restraint and supervision.

Su Chunfeng judged that since it was specifically aimed at the education and ideological indoctrination of student warlocks, the teacher who was in charge of teaching, or the teacher who was in charge of the one-hour special course after the end of the course......

Ten ** is Luo Tonghua.

Su Chunfeng didn't want to have too much contact with the student warlocks on the campus of Beijing University, let alone Luo Tonghua, an old master, but on the campus of Beijing University, he had no reason to refuse.

Since you can't refuse, it's better to say yes.

It was past seven o'clock on Saturday night.

Su Chunfeng took a pen and notebook and came to the first classroom of the School of Archaeology and Museums Building.

In those years, there were not many students in the School of Archaeology and Museums, and there were few classes in the evenings, with only about 20 students sitting in the warm classroom.

I looked at the title of the lecture posted on the door: The Change of History and Culture - Professor Luo Tonghua.

Sure enough, it was him.

It's still a professor......

"A low-key professor, or an imposter who sells dog meat on a sheep's head, right?" Su Chunfeng pursed his lips and walked in with a smile. He had already checked the list of professors and administrators on the campus of Beijing University, but he had never seen Luo Tonghua's name.

Before the class started at eight o'clock, there were about 30 students one after another, and even four or five men who were obviously from outside the school, looking like they were in their thirties and forties-Su Chunfeng was a little puzzled, there were people from outside who came to take classes in such an unpopular class these years? However, he didn't have too much curiosity, and this kind of thing was not new.

Including him, the fourteen warlocks on the campus of Beijing University have arrived.

Song Ciwen and a chubby boy sat next to each other in the front row, and the two whispered and laughed something, looking very familiar. The beautiful short-haired girl sat in the corner of the back row, not far from Su Chunfeng, who was also sitting in the back row. It's just that there was a tall male warlock who walked over with a relaxed demeanor, as if he had inadvertently sat between the two, and then smiled gently and politely at Su Chunfeng, and said, "Hello, I'm a senior in the School of Environmental Science and Engineering, Goldman Sachs." ”

Su Chunfeng also nodded politely and said, "Hello, freshman year of the School of Management, Su Chunfeng." ”

"For the first time?" Goldman Sachs laughed.

"Hmm."

"There are two or three times a year, sometimes more."

"Oh."

Everyone is a warlock, and they all know that the other party is a warlock, so of course Su Chunfeng understands what the other party's words that sound a little out of the way mean.

Seeing that Su Chunfeng did not intend to communicate too eagerly, Goldman Sachs didn't say anything more.

Su Chunfeng sat there with a calm expression, intentionally or unintentionally looking at the dozen or so student warlocks in the classroom, and found that in addition to himself, there were four other warlocks who had obviously hidden their warlock aura with spells.

This kind of hiding is a bit of a cover-up.

Because Su Chunfeng could see that the warlocks in the classroom should be very clear about each other's existence. Moreover, their techniques that conceal the aura of a warlock can't hide Su Chunfeng, who has an extremely high state of mind cultivation. In the same way, it is impossible to hide Luo Tonghua, who has a very high cultivation in magic—in that case, why bother doing this? Anyway, ordinary students can't detect the so-called magic aura.

Of course, Su Chunfeng also hid his magic aura in one fell swoop, but he only concealed his powerful momentum, and his aura was slightly revealed.

Surprisingly, the lecturer was not Luo Tonghua, but a young male teacher who looked to be less than 30 years old.

Presumably, it should be a teacher who stayed on to study for a doctorate or was already a doctoral teacher?

Su Chunfeng didn't care either.

However, many of the students who came to listen to the lecture obviously showed dissatisfaction, muttering and discussing - this kind of partial lecture, everyone is listening to the so-called "professor" in the name of the so-called "professor", you A young teacher stood on the stage, and calmly said that Professor Luo was slightly unwell, so he acted for this lecture......

Who wants to listen to you here?

But since you're already here, you might as well listen to him, and if you can't do it, you'll leave.

After the young teacher gave a lecture, everyone quickly retracted their previous contempt for him. Because the teacher's teaching level is extremely high, and he is indeed genuine and well-prepared, his explanation is simple to understand, citing scriptures and classics, combined with some interesting stories, and explaining the faults and changes of some more typical cultures in history because of the change of dynasties quite thoroughly, and carefully expounding many cultural essences that can be continued in the change of dynasties and faults, such as the origin, integration, mutual influence, development, etc., even some ordinary people have never heard of it. The genre culture that has disappeared into the long river of history has been explained in a very vivid and interesting way.

Su Chunfeng sat in the audience and listened very carefully, feeling that this class benefited a lot.

After the lecture, many students carefully sorted out their notes and exchanged ideas with each other before leaving the classroom one after another.

Only Su Chunfeng and the other thirteen student warlocks did not leave.

Song Ciwen walked to the front of the stage and looked at the student warlocks sitting sporadically in the classroom, and said with a smile: "Everyone, wait a minute. With that, he walked out.

I should have gone to Luo Tonghua, right?

While thinking about it, Su Chunfeng observed the other warlocks, and found that except for the boy in a dark gray suit sitting on the right side of the front row, everyone else looked as usual, without the slightest surprise or expectation. So he guessed that the boy should also be a first-year student, and the others, all old students of Beijing University, had already been familiar with this kind of special course that only happened two or three times a year.

After Song Ciwen left, the student warlocks in the classroom all consciously got up and gathered in the front row, chatting politely in twos and threes.

"Go to the front and sit down, and Professor Luo will come in a moment." Goldman Sachs reminded with a smile.

"Oh." Su Chunfeng's expression pretended to be puzzled, and he got up and walked forward.

Goldman Sachs walked up to the fat boy who had been sitting side by side with Song Ciwen before, and chatted about some new things about the school very familiarly. Su Chunfeng did not follow, but after a little look, he chose the position on the edge of the student, sat down alone, opened his notebook and carefully browsed the lecture notes he had written down before.