Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Han Qingyun hastily thought about the plot and found a serious problem.

The original work is an online article, and the scenes are laid out according to the needs of the plot. Not to mention the trivial things about the characters, eating, drinking, and messing around, even the content that has little effect on the development of the plot is usually skipped.

However, he is now in this world, and these past things actually exist in everyone's mind.

For the first time, Han Qingyun hoped that the text he read would be more watery, so that he would not be as passive as he is now.

He coughed solemnly, and gave Qi Xia a stern look.

It doesn't matter which disciple he saved, since it's a secret, just keep your mouth shut.

Qi Xia smiled and shrugged her shoulders: "Yes, yes, I dare to speak if Master Han doesn't let me speak."

"How is Murong Haotian's injury?" Han Qingyun brought the topic back.

"It's not a big problem. As a god grass, he has very good recovery ability." Qi Xia poked Murong Haotian's round face, "Such a cute doll, let me play for a few days."

Murong Haotian was snoring, sleeping soundly, there was no sign of any damage to his spiritual power, he was sent to the hospital after being rescued.

It was Han Qingyun's wish to be able to throw this hot potato out, and then thought about the matter of Dandingzong, and said vigilantly: "You don't want to slice him into medicine, do you?"

"That's impossible." Qi Xia pushed Linglian, and then pushed Murong Haotian back to the middle of the water, "Don't worry, I'll just play for a few days, and I'll pay you back when I'm tired of playing. Hairy hair. How about this, during the day, I let him go back to Ming Zhaofeng for class, and let him come back to me after class, just lend me a month."

It sounds good, but I always feel that Qi Xia has no purpose to say, Han Qingyun is still hesitating, Qi Xia directly finalized: "That's it, I will return you in one month. Anyway, your little icebreaker On the peak, there are not enough houses, and they still need to be built. It is better to be comfortable here than to live with my brothers."

Hearing Qi Xia's words, Han Qingyun felt a little heartbroken.

The other elders of the peak master all lived in palaces, only Han Qingyun lived in a cave on the top of Mingzhao Peak based on the thought of sharpening Bao Jianfeng.

The top of Mingzhao Peak was a wasteland, no one lived in it at first, later he accepted his disciples and came to build a small dilapidated house by himself.In the original book, when Murong Haotian first started, he was squeezed into Xiao Yunshui's house.

Han Qingyun really doesn't want to be a caveman, but now his home is in the cave.

Riding on the ghost knife, watching Ming Zhaofeng gradually appearing in the field of vision, Han Qingyun held his chest sourly.

"Master, are you feeling unwell?" Xing Luo slowed down.

"No problem." Han Qingyun waved his hand, "A Luo, are you still used to living in Mingzhao Peak?"

"Get used to it." Xing Luo replied.

Why are you talking less?

Han Qingyun looked back at Xing Luo, and sure enough, he saw his eyebrows frowning slightly, thinking: "What's wrong?"

Xing Luo hesitated to speak.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. As a teacher, I won't blame you." Han Qingyun turned his head and saw that the barren peak was getting closer.

"Master." Xing Luo said, "Who is the child you carried to Xianling Peak for medical treatment?"

If Han Qingyun turned around at this time, he would see the anticipation in Xing Luo's eyes, but he didn't. He was concentrating on the answer to this question.

In the original book, after his first three disciples entered the gate, they all had not left the mountain gate before the age of 15, so the only place where they could be seriously injured was the secret realm during the make-up entrance trial.

Except for Xiao Yunshui who was not mentioned, both Xing Luo and his third disciple Zuo Jueming were injured in the secret realm.The description of Xing Luo is that he was seriously injured and fell alone in the secret realm. This helpless despair was also one of the snowflakes that suppressed his later blackening.But Zuo Jueming's part was briefly mentioned without elaborating.

According to the style of the original body, it is impossible to save Xing Luo, and if Xing Luo was saved by Master in this way, how could he still resent him so thoroughly.

"Your third junior brother." Han Qingyun replied as a matter of course.

Xing Luo was speechless.

Han Qingyun knew that he must have remembered the experience of being seriously injured in the secret realm, but no one took care of him, and was thrown away like rags.

"Ah Luo, don't worry about the past." It's easy to say, and Han Qingyun also knows that this kind of injury is not just letting go. He raised his hand and touched Xing Lao's head, "I changed I won't treat you like that again, so let it go."

Xing Luo nodded slightly, wondering if it was Han Qingyun's illusion, he always felt that Xing Luo's movements seemed to be rubbing his head against his palm.

Mingzhao Peak soars into the clouds, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow all the year round. On the white flat ground, there are three small thatched cottages scattered, which are smaller than the thatched cottages in the surrounding villages of Pingyu Town. From the outside, it looks like one room and one living room.

As soon as he landed, he heard the sound of piercing the sky not far away, it was Zuo Jueming who was practicing sword.

Seeing the master's return, he immediately greeted him and bowed to salute. His cold and stern expression was exactly the same as that of Han Qingyun in the original book. Seeing that Xing Luo was standing beside the master with a harmonious relationship, there was only a trace of surprise in his eyes, and he immediately recovered. cold face.

Zuo Jueming is currently the disciple with the highest cultivation level in Mingzhao Peak, and also the disciple who most resembles Han Qingyun in the original book.

He advertises himself as a master in everything, and never sleeps for more than two hours a day. In addition to attending classes and training, he practiced swords in the mountains. People in the middle once thought that he would definitely become Xiao Yunshui's true disciple.

However, all of this ceased to exist after Murong Haotian became the leader at the Dao Discussion Conference for the first time—Han Qingyun accepted the youngest disciple as the only true disciple.

Since then, Zuo Jueming's roles have decreased dramatically.He is not like other villains who are tool people acting as monsters. He just practiced sword practice on the background board for ten years. It was not until the final battle that he showed his edge again. Unfortunately, he is far behind Murong Haotian. He became a big boss within ten moves. Xing Luo defeated.

This time it was Zuo Jueming's turn to guard Mingzhao Peak, so he practiced swords alone for nearly a month in the snowstorm on the top of the mountain without any slack.

Zuo Jueming briefly reported what happened at Ming Zhaofeng during Han Qingyun's absence, that is, some sects distributed pills and magic weapons, inner sect disciples violated sect rules, and how many people were punished.

Han Qingyun didn't care about these, and left it to Xiao Yunshui to handle it, but let's go through the scene and listen.

Zuo Jueming spoke succinctly, and after the report, he went back to continue practicing swords. Han Qingyun saw that his feet were a few meters away, and he had been trampled bald, exposing the gray and yellow wasteland.

I have to say that the original body has a good eye for picking apprentices, all of them are elites.

Han Qingyun was relieved to see the figures of the three disciples wielding swords, and realized that Xing Luo was still standing beside him, as if waiting for orders at any time, so he said, "Ah Luo, go back and rest."

Xing Luo saluted and did not go back to the house, but walked to the open space in front of the house and practiced his sword.

As for Xiao Yunshui, if he is not learning to help Qi Xia, he will also practice swords in front of the house.

This is the daily life at the top of Mingzhao Peak.

After standing for so long just now, Han Qingyun didn't feel cold at all. As soon as Xing Luo left, he suddenly felt the temperature around him plummet.

The cold wind came with crushed snow, and Han Qingyun shivered, thinking that the warmth just now was all from Xing Lao, who is the top-grade fire spirit root.

He gathered up his thin robe, patrolled the smoke not far away, and walked towards his cave.

There is a strange scene in Mingzhao Peak, which is a small floating island at the highest point of the mountain.

There is a Liangyi spring on the island, shaped like a gossip, with a cold spring on one side and a hot spring on the other. Behind the spring is a hundred-foot-high hill, where Han Qingyun's cave is located.

Han Qingyun set up a barrier on this floating island, and no one could set foot on it except him.

Han Qingyun, who is not the master of a peak, did not monopolize the Liangyi Spring, but ordered someone to dig another pool under the spring, which was slightly larger than the top, and also separated it into a gossip shape with spirit stones, and separated the floating pools into two pools. The spring water in the island is led down for the use of the direct disciples.

Stopping by the hot spring below, I saw this peculiar gossip pool, one side was light orange red, the other side was piercing ice blue, warm smoke and cold smoke rising, Han Qingyun couldn't help but sigh with emotion - mandarin duck pot!

He stroked his stomach, which had been empty for half a month, and missed the pear blossom cake that his younger brother secretly hid last time.

The more I think about it, the more I get hungry...

Han Qingyun raised her head mournfully, raised her breath and flew up to the floating island from the side of the big mandarin duck pot.

Stepping into the cave, Han Qingyun completely collapsed.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cave, the configuration is simply not as good as the monster cave in Journey to the West, one collapsed, a pair of tables and stools... nothing.

Moreover, the only three pieces of furniture and cave walls are all ice.

Han Qingyun quickly opened the Qiankun bag, searched for a long time but couldn't find any clothes, so he just smashed a small explosive orb.

The flame exploded with a bang, and was extinguished by the strong icy ground in the blink of an eye.

Han Qingyun was so cold that he ran out of the cave and plunged into the hot spring.

The Baguaquan hot spring has a healing effect, while the cold spring can temper the mind and promote cultivation.But these are not important to him, he just doesn't want to be frozen to death.

Han Qingyun stripped off his robe and threw it ashore. His body was covered by warm spring water and finally warmed up.

Only then did he realize that the Liangyi Spring above was different from the one below. The water in the pools on both sides was so clear that there wasn’t even any smoke. world.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Han Qingyun always feels that the sky in the water is bluer than the sky above his head, and it doesn't look so cold.

There are no four seasons in the mountains, so can't the sun be warm all year round in spring?Must the north wind rustle?

How are you going to live this day!

Han Qingyun patted the water surface resentfully, his figure shattered and condensed in the water.

Looking at himself in the water, he was even more unhappy. Both his face and figure were exactly the same as his own.

What is the No. 1 official and the number one beauty in the world of comprehension, who is like a white chicken, what is so beautiful about it.

Isn’t masculinity fragrant?Isn't macho good?Bad muscles?

After returning to the cave, many things went wrong, Han Qingyun got angry at his own reflection, turned around unhappily, lay down by the spring, and waved away the obtrusive smoke below with spiritual energy.

The field of vision gradually became clearer, and the mandarin duck pot below appeared in front of him, and the clear soup pot was pouring...

muscle!

This is Han Qingyun's ideal figure, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, firm muscles, and a skin tone that is not too white.

so envious……

Han Qingyun looked at Fang Mei's back fascinatedly, with one hand resting on his chin, and the other hanging down, pawing at the waterfall gushing down from the side of the spring.

The regular sound of falling into the water suddenly became chaotic, and the handsome man below turned around and looked up when he heard something strange.

The naked Xing Luo's cheeks were flushed, and his gaze shifted from Han Qingyun's Guanghua's arm to that exile-like face: "Master."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Han Qingyun: Please help, what should I do if I accidentally saw my apprentice brother taking a shower?