Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Han Qingyun's heart beat like a drum, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, looking at Xing Luo's appearance, apart from distress, other emotions seemed to sprout, like a feather, flirting gently and slowly in his heart, so hazy.

That night, Han Qingyun didn't sleep well.

In the original book, Han Qingyun's indifference towards Xing Luo, other disciples' bullying towards Xing Luo, and Xing Luo's bitter hatred towards the entire cultivation world after he broke through the sealing spell filled his mind.

In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

When Han Qingyun saw this famous quote on the Internet, he sniffed it. However, after spending the past few days together, he found that as long as there is such a snowflake, he is willing to gently comfort and give this beast some care, and he will not leave. On the road of no return that caused the entire comprehension world to avalanche.

After finally falling asleep, in his sleep, the five-year-old Xing Luo followed behind Han Qingyun, trotting to catch up with the master who didn't wait for him at all.The small hand tentatively grasped the moon white wide sleeve, Han Qingyun shook his hand coldly, and shook him off.

The screen flashed, the child was a little older, and Yu Yu was walking alone in the secret realm of the sect's entry trial.He taught himself how to use spiritual power not long ago, but he still couldn't control it well. Behind him was the billowing lava. He ran desperately, but was finally caught in it.

The child has grown into a teenager, and is no longer Ming Zhaofeng's only disciple.In the class of the inner disciples, the juniors questioned the senior brother's poor cultivation in front of his face without any concealment, and even said that he was not worthy of a gentleman's sharp sword when choosing a weapon, and locked him in the weapon. outside the library.Seeing all this, Han Qingyun treated him coldly and didn't say a word.

Before dawn, Han Qingyun woke up, sat there for a while, and then collapsed.

Xing Luo also had a dream.

In the dream, he was five years old and followed Han Qingyun into Mingzhao Peak for the first time.The master didn't control the sword and didn't fly into the air, stepping on the endless stone steps step by step, walking towards the mountain top that towered into the clouds.

He walked so fast, Xing Luo struggled to catch up again and again, and was pulled away again and again, leaving him far behind.

The higher you go, the heavier the cold air in the mountains.There was fine snow in the sky, Xing Luo's legs were already numb, his clothes were wet with sweat, and he was blown by the cold mountain wind, making him shiver.

He couldn't walk anymore, and with the last of his strength, he caught up with Han Qingyun, stretched out his hand expectantly, and grabbed Yuebai's wide sleeve: "Master..."

He was afraid, afraid that Master would leave him and leave on his own.

Han Qingyun stopped.

The material of the clothes slipped from his hands, and the moment his palms were empty, Xing Lao's heart was also empty.

Just when he closed his eyes in despair, the hanging hand was firmly held. The hand holding him was very cold, but it was not as sharp as the mountain wind, but as refreshing and pleasant as a clear mountain spring.

Han Qingyun took his hand, slowed down, and led him up the mountain.

The first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on his face, Xing Lao woke up.

Someone was sitting on the edge, with his back to the rising sun, and the shadow fell on his chest.

Xing Luo blinked his eyes for some time, and finally saw clearly.The person beside him was Han Qingyun, his moon-white disciple robe was covered with sunlight, which was a little dazzling, making him seem to be riding on the light.

"Master." Xing Luo sat up, feeling the pressure on his hand, and looked down, Han Qingyun was holding his hand.

"I will never let you be wronged again." Han Qingyun said, "A Luo, can I call you like that from now on?"

Xing Lao's heart became hotter and hotter following Han Qingyun's words, and he held Han Qingyun back, holding it so tightly: "Okay."

The two looked at each other speechlessly, and the atmosphere was a little ambiguous for a while.

Han Qingyun was thinking about what to say after the sensationalism was over, and it didn't seem good to pull her hand away immediately.

When he was worrying, Dudu knocked on the door.

"Master." Xiao Yunshui called out.

Han Qingyun asked Xing Lao to help her put on the clothes for a few days, and finally learned how to do it. The two of them hurriedly finished their work and called a group of disciples for a morning meeting.

The plague incident has been settled. It stands to reason that Han Qingyun should bring his disciples back to the sect, but his use of spiritual power is not stable yet. The suzerain and several peak masters are not as easy to fool as disciples. She, that's not a joke.

He had read in one of the books that the methods for testing the seizure of the house were very strict, either with a magic whip or a magic furnace. He was listed as an evil heretic by all sects of Lingxiu, and received the same treatment as demonic cultivators.

If he can't go back to the sect yet, at least let him read the few basic books he bought.

"Ningzhou City has a large population. Although the poison in Anning Pond has been detoxified, it is difficult to guarantee that the water stored in the people's homes will not be poisonous." Han Qingyun said, "Yun Shui, you need to take all your disciples to test the water used in each household, and there must be no residual troubles. "

Xiao Yunshui nodded in agreement, and immediately organized his disciples to divide the blocks and go to inspect them.

An order only needs one sentence, but it takes a lot of effort to implement it. There are tens of thousands of households in Ningzhou City, and it takes ten and a half months to check.

During this period of time, Han Qingyun no longer went out, buried her head in the book every day, and made up for it under Xing Luo's guidance.

The structure of a cultivator is not exactly the same as that of an ordinary person. After studying, Han Qingyun realized that the sea of ​​knowledge is not his mind, but a part born after foundation establishment, similar to the inner alchemy born in the golden alchemy period. The sound transmission into secrets and the summoning of magic weapons are all carried out in the sea of ​​consciousness.No wonder he couldn't communicate with Xing Luo through this way before.

The use of the magic weapon is not as simple as he thought.

For example, if you want to send a message to a designated person with a disciple's jade card, you need to infuse spiritual power first, and describe the person's body name and taboo in the sea of ​​consciousness.If you simply press the message button, the jade card will assume that the owner is in danger, automatically turn on the emergency help mode, and send the message to the nearest disciple.

No wonder Xing Luo was summoned when Xiao Yunshui was summoned that day. It turns out that the function is so complicated.

Ten days later, the disciples checked the water sources of all the households in the city, and Han Qingyun finished ten books. Although he was still not used to it, it was enough to do it on the surface, except for the constant coercion. It was too tiring to maintain mental strength, so he directly abandoned it.

Han Qingyun led a group of disciples to bid farewell to Master Huiming. Before leaving, he did not forget his promise to Xing Luo, and asked, "I wonder how Murong Haotian is practicing?"

"This son is quite talented." Hui Ming said, "I will definitely live up to the entrustment of Master Han and do my best to cultivate him."

Han Qingyun ignored the polite words and asked directly: "Where is he now?"

"Haotian is currently watching the seniors refine the pill in the alchemy room." Huiming replied.

Han Qingyun got up and signaled Huiming to lead the way, but Huiming didn't move: "Master Hanfeng, forgive me for being rude, my sect has rules, non-disciples of this sect are not allowed to enter the alchemy room."

The pill formula and refining method are considered commercial secrets, and it is normal not to let others see them, so Han Qingyun said, "Then bring him here."

"This..." Huiming still didn't move, "The alchemy furnace is refining, and the door of the alchemy room should not be opened."

Then what was the nonsense just now, just say that no one can enter or leave the alchemy room now, or it will be over.

Han Qingyun complained secretly, but then thought something was wrong again.

In the original book, Master Huiming has a high EQ. Although his qualifications are not deep, he is able to sell pills in various sects with ease. Most of the pills of Tianwenzong are also purchased from Dandingzong.How could this kind of big businessman who can dominate the market make such low-level mistakes in communication when facing half the father of the money owner.

Han Qingyun looked at Xing Luo, and Xing Luo also looked suspicious, secretly looking at Huiming.

"When will this furnace of pill be refined?" Han Qingyun asked.

"This furnace is exactly the qi nourishing pill ordered by Tian Wenzong, which is as many as a thousand pills. The fire was just started yesterday, and it must take more than half a month." Huiming answered eloquently.

However, Han Qingyun doubted him even more. If he had thrown out these words from the beginning, it would not be suspicious, but he said it now, no matter how it looked, it seemed to make Han Qingyun feel scruples and give up the idea of ​​going to the alchemy room.

What's in Dan's room?No, if there is a problem with Ruo Dan's room, he shouldn't mention it.It could only be that something happened to Murong Haotian, so that Huiming desperately prevented Han Qingyun from seeing him.

"Master." Xing Luo suddenly sent a secret voice, "Murong Haotian is the divine grass."

For alchemy, the divine grass is the best spiritual grass that can't be met.Murong Haotian has already turned into a human form, Han Qingyun regards him as the same kind, and naturally thinks that the Dandingzong, who is also a famous and decent school, should do the same. Could it be that they are so dignified and harmed Murong Haotian.

"Bring Murong Haotian." Han Qingyun said coldly without further words.

"Master Hanfeng, the alchemy room is not suitable..."

"It's not right, it's not impossible." Han Qingjun interrupted him resolutely, got up with his hands behind his back, and went straight to the direction of Danfang with Xing Luo, "I must see Murong Haotian today."

Huiming's complexion changed: "Master Hanfeng, the alchemy room is open, and the elixir furnace is easily mixed with turbid air, so this thousand pills will be useless!"

The more he emphasized, the more Han Qingyun suspected that there was an ulterior secret behind it, and asked Xing Lao to sacrifice the ghost knife, and the two of them simply went with the knife, leaving Huiming far behind.

There are many alchemy rooms in the Danding School, most of which have closed doors.The two circled around in the air, without any clues, they could only temporarily land in front of Danyuan.

Han Qingyun's fingertips were filled with aura, while Xing Luo was holding a ghost knife. Both of them stood side by side with stern expressions, facing Huiming and the disciples of the two sects who came.

"Sect Master Huiming, please open the pill room and let us see the child." Xiao Yunshui naturally stood by the master's side, "If the pill is damaged, my sect will make full compensation."

"Bring someone out." Han Qingyun's fingertips swirled with cold currents, "Tian Wenzong doesn't mind paying for a few more pill rooms."

Seeing that he was powerless to recover, Master Huiming took out the key regretfully: "Master Hanfeng calm down, since he is willing to compensate for the loss, then let's give up the furnace pill."

The door of the largest alchemy room opened, and abundant spiritual energy overflowed.

Huiming led the crowd inside, and saw a big alchemy furnace standing in the room, with flames shining inside the furnace window, the fire showed five colors, intertwined and entangled with each other, as if what was burning was the rainbow light from the sky.

In all directions around the alchemy furnace, a disciple sat cross-legged and poured spiritual power into the alchemy furnace.

"Where's your little junior brother?" Hui Ming asked.

"Junior brother?" The leading disciple was at a loss, "Master, what..."

"I'm asking where is your little brother Murong Haotian?" Huiming asked angrily, "I asked you to take him to observe alchemy, where is he now?"

Where is Murong Haotian, needless to say!

Han Qingyun said: "Quickly put out the fire!"

Before the disciples of the Danding Sect could make a move, Xing Luo flew up, and the Ghost Head Saber swept across, knocking off the furnace cover.

There is no flame above the alchemy furnace, and there is another layer separated by a board made of spirit stones. Murong Haotian's small body is huddled into a ball, lying on the second layer.

Xing Luo carried Murong Haotian out: "Master, he is still alive."

Murong Haotian's face was bloodless, his slightly parted lips were as terrifying as wax, if his chest was not still rising and falling weakly, everyone would have thought he had died young.

"Huiming, what's going on!" Han Qingyun said angrily, "You entrusted me to your disciple as a pill?"

"Master Hanfeng calm down, how dare I do this!" Huiming hastily bowed to apologize, and brought a disciple, "Tell me, what's going on!"

Han Qingyun unknowingly exerted coercion, the disciple was frightened tremblingly, looked at Master again, was glared at by Huiming again, faltered and said: "I...I don't know...we concentrate on alchemy, He climbed in by himself..."

"Nonsense!" Without waiting for Han Qingyun to question, Huiming slapped the disciple, "You don't know that he climbed into the alchemy furnace, tell me! Whose idea is it?"

The disciple looked around at the other seven disciples, and finally pointed to one of them: "Master, it was the sixth senior brother who said that nothing would happen, he just absorbed some spiritual energy, we... we were confused for a while..."

Looking at Murong Haotian's appearance, it is obvious that the spiritual energy is exhausted, and the spiritual energy must be sent immediately, otherwise the damage to the spiritual root is no joke.

Xiao Yunshui has been minoring in medicine in Xianling Peak for several years, so he hastily checked Murong Haotian's veins and tried to send some spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy could not be integrated into Murong Haotian's body at all: "Master, this child has special spiritual roots and cannot integrate with me. aura."

After all, Murong Haotian was not a fan cultivator, and he came from a secret realm. In this situation, Han Qingyun did not dare to treat him rashly, for fear of adding to the injury.

Han Qingjun really didn't want the hero Long Aotian to step on her head, but she never thought of killing him. The only one who can cure him now is Qi Xia, the No.1 medical practitioner.

"Hurry back to Tianwenzong!" Han Qingyun said, "Huiming, I will not let this matter go!"

Huiming panicked and said: "President Han, please rest assured! I will definitely investigate the disciple thoroughly and give you a satisfactory explanation!"

At this moment, Murong Haotian woke up unexpectedly, squinting his eyes, grabbed Xing Luo's shoulders, and called weakly: "Father..."

"Brother, is he your son?" Xiao Yunshui asked in surprise.

Tianwenzong allows disciples of the sect to get married and have children, but they must report the identity of the couple to the sect. If the child belongs to Xing Luo, it is a violation of the sect's rules for him to conceal the sect's marriage.

"No." Xing Luo said.

"Father..." Murong Haotian lost his mind, Xiaopang grabbed it for a long time, making Xing Luo's clothes into a mess.

"I gave birth to a son outside, but I dare not admit it." Song Xiuyu said in a strange way, "His mother, is it a demon?"

Han Qingyun glanced at him: "Speak carefully."

"Master, this matter can be big or small, and we can't let it go." Song Xiuyu believed that Xing Luo had a ghost in his heart, and seeing Murong Haotian's eyes became clearer, he asked him, "Child, who is your mother?"

Murong Haotian's ability to recover is very good, and he is half awake now, curling up on Xing Luo's shoulder and looking around at everyone.He seems to have called the wrong person just now, and now he wants to recognize a mother, who should he turn to?

He struggled for a long time, there were only two people he knew, father already had one, mother...

The chubby little carrot-like finger poked Han Qingyun: "Mother..."