Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Xing Luo remained silent, and Han Qingjun said as if nothing had happened: "Go to Xianling Peak to see Murong Haotian first."

Xing Lao sacrificed the ghost knife, and Han Qingjun stepped on it naturally.It's not that he can't control the sword now, it's just that he can't overcome the obstacle in his heart when he thinks of stepping on the edge of the thin sword alone and flying to the sky.

Xing Luo didn't use the saber, and looked straight at Han Qingyun, as if he was waiting for an answer.

Before Han Qingyun could figure out how to explain it, she dragged Xing Luo to stand behind her, and grabbed his hand like a bumper: "Let's go."

The ghost head knife carried the two of them into the sky.

Although the mountain gate and Xianling Peak are not on the same mountain, they belong to the same family after all, and it won't take long for Yujian to take the sword. However, Han Qingyun watched the green hills under his feet getting smaller and smaller, and his whole body was gradually surrounded by clouds, but the Ghost Head Saber was still rising.

It wasn't until the Tianwenzong's mountain protection barrier appeared above the head that the ghost knife began to move forward, walking slowly through the clouds.

His master didn't want to get to his destination too quickly.

"A Luo?" Han Qingyun asked carefully, "Do you think I'm deceiving you?"

"The natal magic weapon can recognize the soul, if it is not the deity, it cannot be envoyed."

There was no expression on Xing Luo's face, and Han Qingyun read from the concise words that he was losing his temper: "I don't know the reason, but Huai Bing just responded to me. In fact, my current state is not the same as what you said Seizing a home is a little different.”

"What's the difference?" Xing Luo asked.

There seems to be little difference in concept between soul wear and seizing a house, and Han Qingyun didn't know how to explain it for a while.

According to the rules of this world, it is indeed impossible for him to use Huai Bing. The only explanation is that the book wearer has his own golden fingers, and the degree of integration with the body is higher than that of Duo She, but how to understand Xing Luo.

"Master, why did you lie to me?" Xing Lao's dark eyes looked at Han Qingyun's hand that supported him.

Han Qingyun turned his head quickly.

Xing Luo has already determined that the matter of seizing the house does not exist, so now he has to tell the truth and make up a reason for deception, and it must be credible, otherwise, if Xing Luo does not believe it and has a suspicion with Han Qingyun again, then this paragraph All the hard work of the day was in vain.

Han Qingyun cleared his throat, and said seriously, "Ah Luo, what do you think of the changes you have made as a teacher these days?"

"I..." Xing Luo paused, then said slowly, "I like it."

"When I was in Pingyu Town that day, I was poisoned by the corpse of my teacher. After waking up, I felt that the way I taught you was very inappropriate." Han Qingyun spoke very slowly, as he said, he thought about what to do next. Ed.

Xing Luo: "Why?"

Han Qingyun was silent for a while, and put on a slightly sad face.

After receiving no response for a long time, Xing Luo's expression was gloomy, and he lowered his eyes and asked hopelessly: "Master, why didn't you answer?"

Han Qingyun finally made up a set of excuses: "When I was in a coma, I had a dream for my teacher."

He sighed deeply: "In the dream, there was a person with exactly the same face as the teacher and student. He led the five-year-old you into the fairy gate, taught him carefully, and paid attention to everything, so that you would not be wronged. The master can't act or speak, he can only look at you and call him master with a smile."

"You have grown up a little bit, and you can finally act as a teacher." Han Qingyun blamed himself, "I want to take you back to the sect, but you shook my hand and said: 'You are not my master! , my master treats me very well.'”

"Woke up from a dream, and saw that you were protecting the teacher and confronting that demon girl. At this time, I realized how ridiculous what I had done." Han Qingyun raised his hand and gave Xing Lao a pat on the head. , "What a good disciple my Ah Luo is, why did I have to be so strict to you in the past, so harsh that it is chilling."

"But as the master of a peak, the No. 1 spiritual practice is ultimately about saving face. How can you say these words so easily." Xing Luo's hair felt quite good, and Han Qingyun moved a few more times, "Unexpectedly, because of this vain face, it made you suspicious and misunderstood."

Xing Luo raised his eyes, and his eyes finally recovered: "Master, it's all my disciples' fault, Ignore your good intentions, and even suspect you."

"Forget it, the teacher is also to blame for this matter." Han Qingyun was a little addicted, "Then Ah Luo, from now on we will get along with these days, okay?"

Just like these days, not only is there caring, but sometimes even the dignity can be forgotten, the harmony between the two is like...

Xing Luo held Han Qingyun's wrist, his touch made people intoxicated, and if he didn't stop, Xing Luo wanted to control the ghost knife and never landed for life and death: "Okay, listen to Master."

This wave was finally fooled, and the two quickly entered the boundary of Xianling Peak with the ghost knife.

Lingcao and fairy vines are planted all over Xianling Peak, and the air is full of fragrance.The palace of the peak owner Qi Xia is located in the middle of the endless herb garden.

In front of the hall, there is a square medicine pool, which is used to soak medicinal materials.

At this moment, Murong Haotian was being supported by a Linglian, with a small head exposed soaking in the medicine pond.Xiao Yunshui followed Qi Xia's instructions and poured spiritual herbs into the pool.

"I heard that Senior Brother Fang suspects you of seizing the house?" Qi Xia reclined on the recliner to bask in the sun, and drank herbal tea leisurely.

She is the junior junior sister of Han Qingyun's generation. When she was still a disciple, she relied on her master's favor and domineering. She became a peak master and didn't have much respect for her seniors. Even Han Qingyun, who was revered by everyone, she didn't let go in the eyes.

"I have proved myself." Han Qingyun looked at Murong Haotian from a distance, seeing that his face was already bloody, and it seemed that there was no serious problem.

"Cultivation is not as good as human, ugly, and always wants to be a demon." Qi Xia said disgustedly, "Xihefeng doesn't have many disciples in total, and each one is worse than the other, but it's the pills and spirits that eat frequently. Most of Tianwenzong's expenses are given to him at Xihefeng. This kind of rice worm, it doesn't matter if you don't raise it, it's better to disband it as soon as possible."

Han Qingyun agreed very much, and silently gave her a thumbs up in his heart, took a sip of the spirit grass tea that Qi Xia handed over, and it was refreshing and slightly sweet, very delicious, alleviating the loneliness in his mouth these days.

Qi Xia started chatterbox, and couldn't calm down anymore, no matter if anyone responded, she said to herself: "Your interest in picking up children, why has it intensified, and the three-year-old doll will be brought back to the sect, next time I won't pick up one. Come back weaned."

But he didn't dare to pick it up again, the ferocious beasts and gods had all been picked up, and Han Qingyun was still thinking about how to deal with these two, if there was another monster, he might as well sacrifice his life to heaven.

Qi Xia was about to speak again, but Han Qingyun forced her to say: "How is this child?"

"Hey, after more than half a month of experience, my temperament has changed." Qi Xia put down the teacup, looked at Han Qingyun like a monster, and exaggerated, "You really haven't been taken away? Huaibing sacrificed it for me to see. "

"I care about the safety of my disciples, what's so strange?" In the original book, Han Qingyun is not a cold-blooded and heartless person. Except for Xing Luo, he will still show a little concern to the injured disciples, although his icy attitude remains the same.

"It's not surprising that you care about the disciple." Qi Xia hooked her fingers and floated leisurely to the shore with Murong Haotian's Linglian. "It's strange that you care about the disciple openly."

Qi Xia pronounced the words "upright and aboveboard" particularly slowly, and even glanced at Xing Luo pointingly.

Xing Luo looked bewildered, and Han Qingyun didn't know what she meant, but Qi Xia continued, "I don't know who it was. Back then, he rushed to my place to seek medical treatment with a child covered in bruises, and he repeatedly told me, don't let me hurt you." Don't let a third person know about it, even that disciple must keep it a secret."

Han Qingyun racked his brains to recall the plot, but to no avail.

It's normal to seek medical treatment, but the urgency obviously doesn't fit the original body's personality. Who is the disciple who deeply cares about the No. 1 spiritual practice?

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Han Qingyun: Brother apprentice, be good, touch your head~

Xing Luo: Master, I want more.