On the first day of the first lunar month, the atmosphere of the New Year is the strongest.
On the roads between villages, from time to time, you will see groups of young people riding bicycles and driving motorcycles, rushing to visit the villages to pay New Year's greetings without fear of the cold.
In the village, festive Spring Festival couplets were posted at the door of every household, and the streets were covered with broken red. Children wearing new clothes were holding toy guns and throwing cannons from the New Year’s money they had just earned, and happily in the streets and alleys.
Running and jumping, sometimes pranking small firecrackers and throwing them to the feet of passers-by, exploding, and then chattering away amid the adult's scolding. The little faces were red from the cold, and the steam was swelling, but
I am happy with it.
Su Chunfeng drove into the alley where Wang Qimin’s home was on a motorcycle.
Parking at the door, Su Chunfeng did not rush to get out of the car. He lifted the front cover of his helmet and looked at the old house. The two-meter-high brick walls were eroded by the years and the two dilapidated wooden doors were open.
There were Spring Festival couplets on the side, but it still seemed a little desolate. The low steps built with two red bricks were cleaned clean, there was still a little white snow in the cracks of the bricks, and the wet and black dirt road in front of the door was frozen hard
Bang.
In the empty yard, there were a few elm trees, a narrow path paved with red bricks from the gate to the entrance of the main hall. There were cotton curtains embroidered with coarse cloth on the door of the main hall, and the west room was covered with white plastic cloth above the window.
A chimney that extends out for the honeycomb coal grate smoke exhaust, and white smoke continues to emerge.
Su Chunfeng got off the motorcycle, locked the motorcycle, took off his helmet and gloves and carried it in his hand, and walked in.
In his previous life, he often went to this dilapidated and somewhat desolate courtyard.
But he has never stepped in in this life.
"Teacher Wang, are you there?" Su Chunfeng stood under the steps at the door of the main hall.
"Who?" The curtain was lifted, and a boy with dark skin and about one meter four in height, with a handsome face and beautiful eyes stuck his head out to look at Su Chunfeng.
Su Chunfeng smiled and said, "Is Teacher Wang here?"
"Here, come in the house." Diao Ping lifted the curtain again.
Su Chunfeng walked into the house on the three-story steps. The light in the main room was dim. On the north wall facing the main room door, there was a great figure, with poems about great people on both sides - I was confident that I had lived for two hundred years and could be hit by water.
Three Thousand Miles. Below is a long terrazzo table. In front of the table is a large dark brown table with an old squad chair placed on both sides.
The curtain of the bedroom in the west room was lifted up, and Wang Qimin, wearing a military green cotton coat, walked out. He was stunned when he saw Su Chunfeng, and then said kindly: "Chunfeng, you are here."
"Yeah." Su Chunfeng responded, stepped forward and knelt on the sack spread on the ground, leaning over and kowtowed: "Happy New Year Teacher Wang, the students kowtowed you."
"It's good if you come, it's good if you come." Wang Qimin hurriedly stepped forward to support him, feeling a little surprised - it's a custom to kowtow in the local New Year, but generally speaking, kowtow is actually a symbolic kneeling, and there is no need to
He really kowtowed to the ground with his head. But this time, Su Chunfeng kowtowed to him.
Su Chunfeng stood up and said, "Teacher Wang, I'm sorry for hiding you for a long time."
"I can understand, understand." Wang Qimin smiled kindly, lifting the curtain of the west room, "Go to the inner room to warm up and talk for a while."
"Yes." Su Chunfeng turned around and walked in.
Wang Qimin said again: "Pingwa, go and close the courtyard gate."
"Why."
The bedroom in the west room is not big.
Behind the left door of the entrance, there is a large honeycomb coal stove made of cast iron, with a pot on it, which is constantly steaming out the heat. Below the window of the stove, there is a small wooden table, which is also placed on the wooden table.
There was a small dustpan, which was sprinkled with a thin layer of white flour and placed rows of wrapped dumplings.
To the north is a large kang connected directly to the east and west walls. The bedding on it is folded neatly, and two dark red wooden wardrobes are placed side by side to the west.
It is much warmer than the west room outside the room.
Su Chunfeng sat down on the edge of the kang and said, "Teacher Wang, haven't eaten yet?"
"Just finished eating dumplings." Wang Qimin smiled and said, "There are the remaining dumplings until supper before cooking... Chunfeng, if you can get into the Peking University, my teacher will have a bright face." As he said that, he
After walking in two steps, I sat down to the edge of the kang, opened the corner of the kang and took out a pack of 4.7 cigarettes from below, handed it to Su Chunfeng, and lit one himself, saying, "The family's conditions are a bit bad, there is no good cigarettes."
Don’t dislike the good wine hospitality.”
Su Chunfeng shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said, "Qian Ming has told you, right?"
"Yes." Wang Qimin smiled and said, "He has good talent, has been practicing slowly for more than ten years and has built a solid foundation. He should have a better future. Following me will delay him."
"I came up with this matter, don't blame him too much in your heart." Su Chunfeng sighed lightly.
"He told me everything." Wang Qimin took a sip of cigarettes and said, "Chunfeng, where is your master...? Can I meet him?"
Su Chunfeng felt sad and shook his head and said, "He's gone."
"Oh." Wang Qimin didn't ask again - the so-called "he left" was he leaving the boundary of Pingyang City and going to another place? Or was he already left the world?
The room became quiet.
For a moment, neither side seemed to know what to say.
When we didn’t meet, we thought about meeting each other and solved many doubts in the conversation. But when we really met, we didn’t know what to say.
After Diao Ping returned to the room, he sat on a small stool next to the stove, looking at Su Chunfeng, and after a while, he said, "I remember you."
"Hmm?" Su Chunfeng smiled slightly.
"In Yangjia Town, the person who sat in a van and asked me to go back to the town to find my master was you..." Diao Ping said seriously: "Your voice cannot be changed."
Su Chunfeng nodded and said, "That's right, I asked you to go back that day."
"You knew me before?"
“Don’t know.”
"How do you know that I am the master's apprentice?"
Su Chunfeng smiled and said, "Because I saw you running out of the yard in a panic."
"Uncle Gong said, you are my senior brother." Diao Ping raised his lips, showed a dissatisfied look, and asked with resentment: "Why didn't you kill the people from Fudimen that day?"
"Fudimen?" Su Chunfeng was stunned - he didn't know before that the people who were chasing Wang Qimin and Diao Ping were from Fudimen. Now, after hearing Diao Ping's words, he suddenly remembered the Guandi Temple in Yangjia Town.
When I met the two sorcerers, I felt a little familiar. The older one was Cai Xian, the head of Fudimen Sect. The other one who stood in the alley 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 cruel murderous intent and hatred that was emitted from Diao Ping's clear eyes and his whole body. So after thinking for a moment, Su Chunfeng turned his head to look at Wang Qimin with a smile and said, "Teacher Wang, your apprentice Pingwa,
If you are cruel and have too deep hatred, it is not conducive to your practice and can easily become possessed by evil spirits. Moreover, even if hatred can stimulate his potential and make rapid progress in practice, you will not become possessed by evil spirits because of your talent and qualifications and your old care.
But once you achieve success in the future, you will inevitably cause trouble."
Su Chunfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Diao Ping with a cold look, and said, "Teacher Wang, if I were you, I would have ruined his magic now!" While saying this, Su Chunfeng silently recited the technique in his heart.
The curse burst out with a powerful and intimidating aura all over his body, instantly covering Diao Ping, suppressing the strong aura of resentment and hatred he emitted back into his body, and tearing away Diao Ping's stubborn consciousness like a broken bamboo.
Plop!
Diao Ping's body softened, fell to the ground from the stool, twitched all over, and looked at Su Chunfeng with horror in his eyes, and looked at his master with a look of help, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound.
What Su Chunfeng used was a trick!
"Chunfeng." Wang Qimin raised his right hand, pinched his hand and flicked his fingers. The powerful magic power invaded Su Chunfeng's energy, wrapping and protecting Diao Ping's consciousness.
Su Chunfeng quickly withdrew his magic and looked at Diao Ping coldly from a high place.
Diao Ping struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes full of fear and a hint of confusion and resentment, not understanding why the master didn't teach this brave guy immediately, and then looked at Su Chunfeng and gritted his teeth.
He asked hatefully: "You, why did you treat me like this?"
Su Chunfeng ignored him.
Wang Qimin sighed lightly and said, "Chunfeng, Pingwa is still young, he will grow up and know more..."
"Yes." Su Chunfeng nodded, looked at Diao Ping, and scolded coldly: "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 you at any time
The strength and cruelty of yours will be for you and your master, causing a lot of trouble."
"I know!" Diao Ping's eyes were full of stubbornness and disgust.
Su Chunfeng looked at Wang Qimin: "Can you save this child in the future?"
"He has too deep hatred. If he has achieved success in his future cultivation, I will not stop him from taking revenge." Wang Qimin said with a calm expression: "I can't care so much."
Wang Qimin also said this to Gong Hu at the beginning.
However, he knew that Gong Hu thought Diao Ping was extremely powerful and his magic cultivation would definitely progress slowly. When he really had enough abilities, it was probably decades later. By then, Wang Qimin and Gong Hu had both died, so he wanted to take care of it.
It's not enough. Since Su Chunfeng practiced tricks, he must be clearer about the tricks. If he has deep hatred and resentment, he will take on more risks of becoming possessed by the demons, his cultivation will improve extremely quickly.