Su Chunfeng, who was a top warlock in his previous life, was very aware of the strangeness of magic and the vastness and boundlessness of the natural laws of heaven, which were difficult to fully comprehend.
So he didn't even bother to think 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 get if he frightened Yao Xinbo, deceived the class teacher, and left the classroom without authorization during class time. Now, he just wanted to go home and watch
Look at your own family!
As he was jogging along the basketball court toward his dormitory, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted someone walking slowly on the steps in front of the row of offices north of the basketball court.
A very familiar figure!
Su Chunfeng slowed down his pace and turned his head to look.
I saw an old teacher who was over fifty years old, not tall and slightly fat, walking along the steps in front of the office. With a pace that ordinary people would not notice anything unusual, he walked to the rather obvious area in front of the principal's office.
The abrupt concrete open-air podium.
The podium is not big, more than half a meter high, seven meters long and four meters wide, and is horizontally connected to the steps.
The old teacher was wearing a simple dark gray Lenin suit and a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses. He was holding a textbook in his hand and seemed to be going to the classroom. But when he reached the edge of the podium, he stopped and raised his head slightly.
With a calm expression, he looked towards the row of classrooms to the south from the wide road between the laboratory and the library - from where he was, he could just see the classroom of Class 14, the second grade of junior high school.
Although Su Chunfeng only pretended to look over casually, he could clearly see that the old teacher's walking pace just now was "Zhuan Tiangang Step".
After standing still, the old teacher raised his hands slightly above his abdomen, holding the textbook in his left hand to cover his right hand which was pinching out a finger. As for his standing feet, his right foot was slightly forward, and the toes were tilted inward at 30 degrees.
The left foot is leaning back, the toes are tilted inward at 45 degrees, the distance between the feet is thirty to forty centimeters, the front heel and the back toes are parallel - a very strange stance, but the old teacher looks very casual and ordinary when he stands there.
"What did he feel?" Su Chunfeng's heart tightened.
When the old teacher turned to look at him seemingly casually, Su Chunfeng immediately turned around and strode away - he could feel that the old teacher's seemingly cloudy eyes 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 in the third year of junior high school, he fell ill and had a fever. Wang Qimin, who had been paying attention to him for a long time, took him into the office under the pretext of medical treatment. He performed mysterious and wonderful spells to seduce and lure this student with extremely high talent for practicing magic.
Entering the world of magic, he became the most mysterious successor of trickery in the Qimen Jianghu. In just fourteen years, his cultivation surpassed that of his master Wang Qimin, and he leapt into the realm of "awakening the spirit".
Now, Su Chunfeng is in the second grade of junior high school and will go to the third grade of junior high school after the summer vacation.
In other words, he has been paying attention to Wang Qimin for a long time. In a few months, Wang Qimin will look for opportunities to seduce him and accept him as his disciple.
What should we do then?
Thinking of this, Su Chunfeng trotted to the dormitory courtyard, and with the memory that he had not lost, he found his own bicycle in the corner of the courtyard wall blocked by a pile of bicycles - it was a bicycle that was so worn that it did not affect anything other than riding.
A bicycle with all its belongings missing.
He rudely kicked down the bicycle blocking the way, pushed the broken bicycle out, and rode away quickly.
Wang Qimin's behavior just now made him more and more nervous.
Because he knows Wang Qimin too well: this old guy with extremely high magic skills has kept a low profile for more than 20 years and never performs magic in school, even small magic. Moreover, he always steps down when he goes to class.
I entered the classroom with the bell ringing, but today I just walked out of the office after the bell rang for 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 the magic he had just performed on Yao Xinbo. The aura fluctuations caused by that small magic were very small and would not leave any clues. Even Yao Xinbo himself, who was subjected to the magic, could not tell his story clearly afterwards.
What situation did we encounter at that time?
What worries Su Chunfeng is that the moment of rebirth will most likely cause strong fluctuations in the aura of heaven and earth. Wang Qimin must have sensed something abnormal before he performed magic in the school to observe.
In addition, before Su Chunfeng was reborn, it was Wang Qimin who formed a formation and cast spells to help him get rid of his inner demons and protect him.
So, what exactly happened at the moment of death before rebirth?
What did Wang Qimin do again?
Is there any inevitable connection between the past life and this life?
Su Chunfeng, who has experienced previous lives, knows that in the early and mid-1990s, with the great tide of reform and opening up, the national economy developed by leaps and bounds, the domestic social order was stable, and people's living standards gradually improved. Due to historical turmoil and social situations, etc.
The Jianghu schools and strange people that had almost disappeared for nearly a hundred years gradually showed the buds of recovery and developed rapidly. After entering the new century, there was a spurt of prosperity.
So now is a special period.
The rivers and lakes are beginning to emerge, and the storm is surging...
The more he thought about it, the more Su Chunfeng became worried about the safety of his relatives. Because from the perspective of magic, whether it was done deliberately or accidentally caused a major event such as rebirth, it would inevitably lead to extreme events.
A huge reaction from heaven and earth, and its backlash will be extremely dangerous.
Now that I am fine, will it affect my family?
On the other hand, if people in the Qimen Jianghu know about rebirth, it will definitely shock the world!
And from now on, he will become the target of many experts' attention, and will be involuntarily involved in the mysterious and dangerous Qimen Jianghu.
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Su Chunfeng lives in Hetang Village, Guanmiao Township, more than ten miles away from Dongwangzhuang Township Middle School.
However, the reason why he was able to attend Dongwangzhuangxiang Middle School was not because his family paid for it, but he was admitted to that key middle school with excellent results. Moreover, given his family conditions, it was impossible to spend money
A few hundred dollars more would allow him to study in a better middle school.
It's late spring.
The sun is shining brightly and the wind is warm.
Wheat seedlings are sprouting in the fields, and the blue fields are touching the sky. The villages along the way are lush with green trees, with red bricks and green tiles. Although most of the streets are bumpy and uneven, they are connected in all directions with the streets outside the village. Occasionally, there are chickens crowing and dogs barking, and swallows shuttle in front of the hall.
, which further reflects the peaceful and comfortable living atmosphere in a remote place in the countryside.
Riding a dilapidated bicycle all the way back to Hetang Village, Su Chunfeng had no intention of admiring the image of the village in his memory more than ten years ago, and drove straight to the southeast of the village along the dirt path beside the small canal in the east of the village.
His home is in a narrow street.
The potholed streets are less than two meters wide, and some stubborn grass grows under the walls on both sides.
There are various trees planted in the courtyards of seven or eight households, including elm trees, jujube trees, tung trees, poplar trees, etc., with lush branches sticking out of the old and mottled low walls, in the streets and small alleys.
The courtyard is sprinkled with patches of shade that give a sense of elegance and tranquility.
The house at the corner of the street leading to the street is Su Chunfeng's home - a two-meter-high blue brick courtyard wall, three red brick steps in front of the door, a low gatehouse built with blue bricks and red tiles; the door is one meter wide
It is six meters high and two meters high. There are still couplets on the door frame that have lost their color without being scrubbed. The brown-red wooden door with mottled paint is open. Under the erosion of time, all styles and colors appear gray and old.
Bang, clang!
Su Chunfeng leaned his bicycle against the wall at the door of his house and stepped up the steps. Suddenly he felt a little uneasy and felt nostalgic for a moment before he stepped into the courtyard gate.
In the small courtyard, the ground is paved with red bricks, and a few pieces of clean laundry are hung on an iron wire that runs across the courtyard. Under the base of the west wall, a grapevine stretches out its green vines and is set up on the iron wire.
The shelves are full of climbing, complementing the four elm trees in the courtyard with thick branches and leafy branches, casting patches of green shade so rich that it almost covers the entire courtyard.
The three main bungalows face south and face north, with light green floral bead curtains hanging on the doors, the windows painted brown with clean glass, and a few pairs of white-soled and black-faced cloth shoes hanging on the windowsills.
Seeing all this, Su Chunfeng was very excited and called with a trembling voice: "Dad, mother..."
The somewhat surprised voice of mother Chen Xiulan soon came from the house: "Xiao Feng, why are you back?"
Su Chunfeng was startled when he walked to the door of the house, and then he exhaled softly, and his excitement was quickly wiped away - his mother's reply made him feel relieved, and he walked into the house with a smile.
On the east side of the living room, my mother, wearing simple clothes and shoulder-length hair, was sitting at the table sewing clothes. She raised her head and looked at him gently and lovingly. At this time, her mother was only thirty-seven years old, and the years had not yet passed.
Her graceful and delicate face has left too many traces. When she was a child, it was during the special period of the Republic of China in the 1960s and 1970s. Her originally scholarly family fell into decline, and she was unable to go to school due to her poor family background and social situation. However, she had a good tutor.
, but made her character gentle and dignified, without losing the diligence and simplicity of a typical farm woman.
Su Chunfeng felt sad in her heart and almost couldn't hold back tears.
My mother is a miserable person.
In my last life, I owed my parents too much...
Although he felt pain and regret in his heart, Su Chunfeng's expression remained as usual. He scratched his head and explained with a smile like a child who had made a mistake: "I left two books at home and forgot to take them with me. There happened to be a physical education class this morning, so I asked for leave.
Come back and get your books." - On the way back, he already knew that today was Tuesday through his memory. As a boarding student, he went home early on Tuesday morning, so of course he had to think of a good reason.
Chen Xiulan understood and said with a smile: "Then go look for it."
"Hmm." Su Chunfeng walked to the bedroom in the west room and asked seemingly casually: "Is my father going to work?"
"What class do you work in? The construction team's work doesn't last a day." Chen Xiulan gently bit off the needle and thread, and while threading the needle again, she said without raising her head: "He went to the fields to spray medicine."
"Is there a plague in the wheat field?"
"It is said that there are insects, and every household on the team is busy spraying pesticides..."
Su Chunfeng was not in a hurry to find a book. Instead, he stood at the door and chatted with his mother. While silently reciting the spell in his heart, he pinched the sword with his hands behind his back. He concentrated on the spell, carefully sensed and observed the aura of the home, and focused on the key points.
Pay attention to the aura in your mother that is invisible to ordinary people.