Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

"A Luo..." Han Qingyun hooked the corners of her lips in embarrassment, "What a coincidence."

Xing Lao lowered his head as if not to look at the injustice, Han Qingyun naturally didn't dare to look any more, hid back in the pool, sank down, spit out a bunch of blisters, calmed down, and then floated up again.

Why is he, as a master, not as strong as his younger brother?

Han Qingyun pinched the delicate flesh of his arm, flicked it in disgust, and looked up at the sky.

The hot spring water was too pleasant, and it didn't take long for him to become a little confused. Every cloud above his head seemed to have the enviable texture lines of Xing Lao.

I don't know how long it took, Han Qingyun felt that he was about to be soaked, so he slowly climbed ashore.

The peak of Xianshan Mountain is not very popular, the mountain is too high and extremely cold, even the singing of birds and insects are gone, only the sound of gurgling water, and the sound of swords breaking through the air from the two sides below.

Xing Luo also started to practice knives, he is a hardworking boy.

Han Qingyun sat by the hot spring to keep warm, picked up a stone at random, and wrote the name of the eldest disciple crookedly on the ground, thoughtfully.

A hundred years ago, Qiong Qi and ferocious beasts endangered the world, and the spiritual cultivators selected a beautiful female cultivator to sneak into the Demon Sect.The female cultivator succeeded in gaining the trust of Qiongqi, who was also trusted by the demon king at that time, became a demon concubine, and gave birth to a son with the demon king, Xing Lao.

When Xing Luo was five years old, the female cultivator finally got the chance to lead the Demon Lord into the formation formed by the joint efforts of all sects.The demon lord and a group of cultivators fought in the battle for seven days and seven nights. In the end, the cultivators blew themselves up and exchanged their lives for peace in the world.

The demon king was finally killed, and before he died, he used his last strength to cast a century-old curse on Xing Luo and sent him to escape from the battlefield.

The previous generation of cultivators all died in the war, and the remaining disciples naturally would not let go of their sins, and searched for Xing Luo extensively. However, after finding him, they had no choice but to let him escape.

Just when all the cultivators thought that it would be impossible to deal with Xing Luo within a hundred years, Han Qingyun found Xing Luo.

Although Xing Luo has a protective spell, he is only five years old after all. He lost the protection of his parents and has to go into exile. It is extremely difficult to live in the mortal world.When he saw Han Qingyun who looked like an exiled fairy, he was fighting with a group of little beggars for a rotten meat bun in disgrace.

Han Qingyun took Xing Lao away with only one fresh bun.

Originally, he planned to trap Xing Luo and shut him up for a hundred years until the protective spell dissipated. However, after a little testing, he found that his spiritual power could slightly shake the protective spell.

After Han Qingyun tried many times, he finally tried his best, but he could only seal his memory and some meridians, and then he took this newborn child back to Mingzhao Peak.

The descendants of the most vicious Qiongqi were controlled by Han Qingyun, and the status of Tianwenzong in the cultivation world rose accordingly. The elders of all the suzerains respected Tianwenzong on the surface, but in fact they stared at Ming Zhaofeng with eyes, waiting for a hundred years to come. Full, crusade against poor descendants.

However, they far underestimated Xing Luo.

After the [-]-year period expired, the protective spell dissipated, and Fang Xiaolan was the first to attack Xing Luo.With Han Qingyun's curse on his body, Xing Luo was naturally invincible, and his chest was pierced by the long sword with one move. The flying blood aroused his accumulated hostility over the years, and immediately broke through the curse.

With the help of the demon disciples, Xing Luo escaped from the pursuit and returned to the sea of ​​life and death. In a short period of time, his cultivation base increased greatly. Soon after he entered the country, he encountered a thunder disaster, which was fierce and violent, and his anger broke out completely.

Since then, a new demon king and a new generation of fierce beast Qiongqi were born.

To keep Xing Luo from turning black, we must prevent all possible intensification of his hostility, and it is best to have some way to completely remove the hostility.

Han Qingyun stroked for a long time, feeling that the biggest problem was still in the original body.

If it wasn't for him sealing the Xing Lao meridian, which made it difficult for Xing Lao to improve his cultivation base, and provoked the bullying of all the brothers and the contempt of the ignorant cultivators, he would not have bred such a deep hostility.

Han Qingjun still remembers that in the original book, at the Dao Discussion Conference where Murong Haotian won the championship, Xing Luo was defeated by Song Xiuyu in the first round. Without causing any substantial damage, he was tightly bound and unable to get up.

Xing Luo huddled in the center of the ring, his eyes were red with unwillingness, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, but he was still powerless.

Too bully.

Han Qingyun decided to get rid of this unfair treatment first - he wanted to undo the curse on Xing Lao.

The question is, how to solve it?

The sealing spell was cast by Yuan himself, and he knew nothing about it.

With an idea, Han Qingyun pressed down his disciple's jade card: "A Luo, follow me to Zangshu Pavilion."

This time, Han Qingyun was supposed to go alone. If Xing Luo found out that the book he was looking for was related to the sealing of the curse, it was very likely that he would think of what the demon girl said, but Han Qingyun neither knew the way nor dared to Fencing the sword alone, he could only continue to hug his apprentice brother's thigh.

Xing Luo didn't ask much, and drove Han Qingyun to Zangshuge without saying a word.

The Zangshu Pavilion is located on the Tianwen Zongzhu Peak. The hall is huge, and many of the books are very precious. In order to prevent the readers from damaging it intentionally or unintentionally, protective spells are placed on the books, and the use of all spells is expressly prohibited in the Zangshu Pavilion.

Han Qingyun was stunned when he saw so many books, he couldn't find his next life if he found them.

However, he soon realized that he was overthinking. Just as he walked past the desks in the reading area, a spirit stone board flashed on the ground, the light curtain rose, and a plan of the bookshelves was projected in the void. The various categories on it were clearly marked meticulous.

Han Qingyun touched the light screen and found that it was still a touch screen, and ripples appeared when his fingertips passed by.

"What book is Master looking for?" Xing Luo thoughtfully pulled out the bibliographic index and search box.

"Thunder calamity, the manufacture of high-level magic tools, spells, elixir refining, about divine herbs, and ancient legends." Han Qingyun reported a long list, hiding the books he really wanted to find, " Having experienced so much in this training, I deeply feel that what I have learned in ordinary times is superficial, and I still need to improve.”

"Master is too modest." Xing Lao clicked on a few bookshelves on the light curtain.

He replied succinctly, Han Qingyun thought he was in a bad mood, turned to look at his expression, but saw Xing Luo staring at the side of his neck: "Is there anything on my neck?"

"Nothing." Xing Luo hurriedly turned his eyes back to the light curtain, and continued to narrow the search range.

Han Qingyun touched his neck inexplicably.

Xing Luo removed the light curtain, and the bookshelves in the hall moved to the two sides one by one, leaving an avenue in the middle, and then the six bookshelves moved along the avenue, in front of the master and apprentice.

Han Qingyun began to search among the rows of books, and Xing Luo followed behind him, looking for the row of books above.

"Master, how about this book." Xing Luo took down the next copy of "81 Questions of Thunder Tribulation".

Han Qingjun casually flipped through two pages, and answered all kinds of questions about Lei Jie in detail: "This book is not bad."

Xing Luo probably came to Zangshu Pavilion frequently, and soon found all the books with clear directions, and asked, "What kind of spells does Master want to study? What kind of ancient legends do you want to read?"

I want to study the curse on you and read the ancient legends about your ancestors.Han Qingyun thought to himself.

If the point is too clear, it will inevitably make Xing Luo suspicious, so Han Qingyun said: "I haven't decided to be a teacher yet, let's take a look."

There are not many books on ancient mythology, Han Qingyun quickly found "Ancient Beasts", he first took the "Ancient Beasts" next to him, read two pages, nodded solemnly, and then looked at the bookshelf , then took down "Ancient Fierce Beasts", and then took a "Brief History of Ancient Times" to cover it on top.

When he arrived at the bookshelf before the spell, he followed the same pattern, taking the irrelevant books first, and then the target.

Aiming a bit high...

Han Qingyun looked at the "Sealing Curse" on the top floor, raised his arms, and stood on tiptoe enough, there was still some distance.

He jumped hard, and finally poked the spine of the book with his fingertips, but he still couldn't get it off.

If people don't use their spiritual power, they can't even fly into the air, and they put the book so high.Han Qingyun complained in his heart, looked around, and found a low wooden ladder on the side of the bookcase.

He was about to move over there, when Xing Luo turned around, his tall figure blocked his way.

"Master, is this the book?" Xing Luo raised his hand, just in time to get the book.

"I'll do it myself." Han Qingyun felt guilty, and immediately reached out to grab it, almost at a fast speed.

His hand bumped into Xing Luo's, and no one could hold the book firmly. The book dropped from his hand and slapped it on the ground.

Han Qingyun hurriedly picked it up, praying that Xing Luo didn't see the title of the book clearly.

His hope fell through, Xing Luo asked: "Is there anything Master wants to seal?"

"No, no." Han Qingyun took two more books from the bookshelf as if trying to cover up, and when he turned around, he saw Xing Luo's eyes, which always felt meaningful.

He should not see the clues.Han Qingyun thought.

What Xing Luo thought was: Master is so nervous, could it be that the two touched each other with both hands, thinking of the frank confrontation in Liangyiquan, shy?

And what he's been thinking since he was on the ghost knife: Shizun's side neck is so beautiful.

Xing Luo didn't ask any more questions. On the way back, apart from occasionally staring at Han Qingyun in a daze for a while, his behavior was considered normal, and Han Qingyun was a little relieved.

The two stayed in Zangshu Pavilion for a long time, and when they returned to Mingzhao Peak, it was already late at night, and even Zuo Jueming had rested.

Han Qingyun reluctantly stepped into the cave, and cast spiritual pressure to resist the cold.

He didn't like this method very much. For him who had only learned to use spiritual power for a month, the mental power consumption of casting spiritual pressure was no less than running a marathon, but it was better to be tired than to be frozen to death.

Her body didn't feel cold anymore, Han Qingyun lay down on the hard couch with the same hard ice pillow, feeling more painful than camping.

However, he was indeed tired. After lying down for a while, he felt drowsy and his eyelids drooped heavily...

After a while, he opened his eyes suddenly—the willpower dissipated with the sleep, the spiritual pressure was removed, and he woke up from the cold.

Han Qingyun could only wrap his arms around his body and re-cast the spiritual pressure. Not long after falling asleep, he was awakened by the cold again.

After doing this several times, he couldn't take it anymore, he twitched his stuffed nose, Xing Lao's handsome face appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he put his hand on the disciple's waist card.

It's impossible without a younger brother!