Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

"What happened to Master?" Seeing that Qi Xia hadn't spoken for a long time, Xing Luo couldn't help asking.

Qi Xia was silent for a long while, pretending to be deep and frowned slightly: "Your master's situation is not very good."

"What's not good?" Qi Xia's medical skills are unquestionable, Zuo Jueming can no longer care about suspicion of Xing Lao, and is extremely anxious.

"This is a cold syndrome. Because of the old injuries on his body that have not healed, and he has been running around for days, the accumulated fatigue makes him unable to withstand the coercion, and he insists on living in the cold ice cave, so the cold air enters his body." Qi Xia compiled it logically.

Xiao Yunshui said in surprise, "Master has an old injury?"

"They're all human, so there's no one who won't get hurt." Qi Xia lowered her eyes distressedly, but she secretly laughed in her heart, thinking that these children are so easy to deceive, "Your master usually puts on an appearance of being omnipotent, but I just don't want you to worry."

Looking at Han Qingyun's sick face, Xing Luo felt pain in his heart. It was hard to imagine that Master had endured so much.

"How to cure cold syndrome?" He asked.

"Although the disease is not serious and will not be life-threatening, it is extremely difficult to eradicate." Qi Xia waited for him to say, "I will ask someone to bring a medicine to bring the fever down first. After that, I must pay close attention to it. Don't let him catch the cold again, it's better to have people with fire roots to accompany him. Only by taking care of him for more than three months can he recover."

"Fire spirit root?" Xiao Yunshui and Zuo Jueming looked at each other, and among the direct disciples, only Xing Luo had fire spirit root.

On the way of experience, Xing Luo almost accompanied him around. Xiao Yunshui found that the master didn't hate the senior brother as much as before. He was used to it, but Zuo Jueming couldn't accept it: "I'll immediately go to the inner disciples to choose a few People."

Qi Xia immediately stopped him: "Why bother to look far away, your elder brother's top-quality fire spirit root is the best."

"But Master doesn't like him, and he might be sullen after waking up." Zuo Jueming was not reserved at all in front of Xing Lao.

"If your master doesn't like Xing Lao, will you let him into the floating island alone?" Qi Xia pointed to the window, "Your master can't live in that ice cave anymore. You live here for the first few days, not for Xiao Haotian. What about a house, by the way, let’s add another one here, so it’s convenient for him to live here in the future.”

Before the other two could speak, Qi Xia said again: "You two don't worry, go to class quickly, and let Xing Lao take care of you here."

Uncle Master said, Xiao Yunshui and Zuo Jueming didn't dare to say any more, so they had to rush to class.

On the way, Zuo Jueming said solemnly: "What happened today is strange, there must be something wrong with Xing Lao."

But Xiao Yunshui said: "Before now, for some reason, the master was always very strict with the elder brother, so we felt that the master didn't like him. But this time, the master was poisoned by the corpse, and it was the elder brother who sacrificed his life to save him. The relationship has become much more harmonious. I think there may have been some misunderstandings in the past."

"Harmony?" Zuo Jueming couldn't imagine.

Xiao Yunshui: "In retrospect, the elder brother has never done anything evil, but we presumed that he is not good from the attitude of the master."

Zuo Jueming no longer questioned.

What Xiao Yunshui said was right, all the disciples believed that Han Qingyun's attitude towards Xing Luo was out of disgust.They had heard rumors that Xing Luo was taken in by the master and brought into the sect because of his childhood deeds, occupying the position of the first disciple, and it was only for the convenience of the master to suppress him.

But all these are rumors in the end, if Han Qingyun changes his mind about Xing Luo, it will be self-defeating.

When the sun was high, Han Qingyun finally woke up, raised his heavy head, and opened his eyes to see Xing Lao who was close at hand.

Xing Luo supported the bed board with one hand, leaned over him, and looked at him straight.

"Ah... Ah Luo, what are you doing so close to me?"

Han Qingyun's voice was a little hoarse, and his voice sounded like a hook, falling into Xing Luo's ears.

Xing Luo's Adam's apple moved, and he looked down at Han Qingyun's chest.

Han Qingyun followed his gaze and found that he was holding Xing Luo's strong arms tightly, and pressed his hands on his shoulders as if he was afraid that the other party would run away.

"..." Han Qingyun let go of his hand in embarrassment, "As a teacher..."

As a teacher, I don't know what happened!

A sudden knock on the door saved him.

It was Qi Xia's female disciple who came, and she put the medicine on the table, stared at Xing Luo for a while, then at Han Qingyun, and took a step forward, but did not take the next step.

These two are the top two celebrities in Xianling Peak's private list, it's rare to observe them so closely, and the two together are more lethal, she is fascinated by them.

"Thank you." Xing Luo said coldly, saying a respectful speech, but his tone was obviously driving people away.

"Master said that this is a new medicine, it is very effective, and it can cure all diseases in one bowl." The female disciple took advantage of the gap between talking and looked at the two of them a few more times, and then reluctantly withdrew.

"Master, can you get up?" Xing Lao touched the medicine bowl, it was already a little cold, so he used spiritual temperature to warm the medicine.

Han Qingyun touched his forehead, he had a fever, no wonder he was top-heavy.He propped himself up, leaned against the hard back of the bed, and moved uncomfortably.

The disciples of Mingzhao Peak followed the teachings of their master, and lived a very simple life. The things in the room were simpler than the last room in the inn.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable and there was no cushion, Xing Luo simply took off his outer robe, folded it up, and let Han Qingyun lean on him.

The disciple's robe carried Xing Luo's body heat, which reminded Han Qingyun of the warm quilt that had just been exposed to the sun, and he rubbed against it subconsciously: "A Luo, aren't you cold?"

"Master, I'm Fire Spirit Root, I'm not afraid of the cold." Xing Luo picked up the medicine bowl and brought it to his mouth to test the temperature. Just when his lips were about to touch the spoon, he stopped, glanced at Han Qingyun, and saw that he didn't respond, and then Boldly took a small sip and handed it to Han Qingyun's mouth, "Master, drink the medicine."

Han Qingyun was embarrassed to let him feed it, took the medicine bowl, and drank it directly. It was indeed the medicine from Xianling Peak. It was like Lingcao tea. It was sweet and delicious, not bitter at all, and he drank a few mouthfuls from it The taste of ginseng soup.

Xing Luo looked at the neglected porcelain spoon, slightly disappointed.

Qi Xia's medicine was not falsely advertised, as the female disciple said, after drinking it for half an hour, most of Han Qingyun's discomfort disappeared.

"Master, Uncle Qi said that you have a cold illness caused by an old injury." Xing Luo said, "If you want to be cured, you must not suffer from the cold again."

When Han Qingjun was burning and confused, he didn't receive Qi Xia's voice transmission at all, and seriously recalled the story of the original body being injured...

Before this time point, except for the pincer that he avoided, there should not even be a scratch on the skin.

Besides, where did the cold disease come from? He still felt it in his own body. It was just yesterday's cold and hot fever.

"Uncle Qi also said..." Xing Luo paused, and then said, "As a fire spirit root, I am suitable to accompany you and help you heal your wounds. He also said that you should live with me."

"Then I'll listen to your Uncle Qi." There is a warm room to live in, and Han Qingyun couldn't wish for it. He didn't want to enter the ice cave anyway, and remembered the books he borrowed yesterday, "Take those books for me. Bar."

Xing Luo went to do it immediately, and went out quickly. Han Qingyun watched his eager steps, and after the door closed, he wanted to see the apprentice a few times, so he opened the window casually.

Xing Luo was probably afraid that he would not be able to afford the word "servant" after leaving for a while, so he walked quickly, and now he has landed on the floating island.

The cold wind poured in from outside the window, and Han Qingyun felt a little cold again. Just as he was about to close the window, he saw scattered black spots on the white snow. When he looked closely, it seemed that a piece of black was buried by the snow.

This piece of black was too abrupt, Han Qingyun sized it up for a while, and finally saw clearly that it was Xing Lao's ghost knife, and the blade was broken in two.

On the floating island, Xing Lao took the book out of the cave. There is no snow on the island, only ice. There is a place beside the hot spring, which seems to have engraved a few words.

He also scanned this abnormality in the previous two visits, but he didn't have time to look carefully. This time he took two extra steps, took a look, and was immediately stunned.

What was engraved crookedly on the ice was his name.

What kind of mood is the master in to carve his name by the hot spring?

Xing Luo's ears turned red, and he didn't dare to think about it any further.

He got off the floating island, but saw the window was open, nervously forgot the beauty in his mind just now, rushed into the room quickly, closed the window sash without saying a word: "Master, Uncle Qi said that you must not catch the cold anymore. "

"Why did you break your knife?" Han Qingyun asked.

Only then did Xing Luo think of his ghost knife: "Broken? When I was fighting with the third junior brother just now, I blocked it and didn't care."

I didn't realize that I threw the knife directly into the snow...

Why did you want to fight Zuo Jueming just now?After a little thought, Han Qingyun guessed that in the morning he heard Xing Luo's voice from his disciple Yupai in a daze, but he completely forgot what he answered. Jueming blocked it.

"Ah Luo, what kind of weapon do you like?" Han Qingyun suddenly asked, "I'll have someone forge it for you."

Xing Lao looked at Han Qingyun, his eyes seemed to be shining like lacquer: "Everything is up to the master."

Han Qingyun raised his fingertips and drew a Tang saber in the void with spiritual power: "How about this?"

He drew it according to Xing Lao's natal magic weapon in the original book.This sword was forged by Xing Lao after he returned to the Sea of ​​Life and Death. It was named Aoxue, because his master was the new Demon Lord, so he was also called the Demon Sword.

Xing Lao sized it up for a while, then used his spiritual power to scribble on Han Qingyun's drawing, widening the blade by half: "Master, what do you think of this?"

Although it is not as elegant as Tang Dao, but it adds a bit of domineering, which is also very good.

So, Han Qingyun wrote down the matter of forging the knife.

After class in the evening, when Xiao Yunshui and Zuo Jueming came back, the first thing they did was to visit their master.

Xiao Yunshui brought a fox fur coat, while Zuo Jueming brought a warm basin.

As soon as he entered the door, Zuo Jueming put the warm basin beside Han Qingyun's bed, and lit a bundle of spirit wood.

The flame crackled, and the heat immediately surpassed Xing Lao.

Han Qingyun couldn't help feeling that the disciples were more caring than each other.

The two of them didn't stay for long, and after asking An, they went back to practice swords. Before leaving, Zuo Jueming took out a large partition fan from the Qiankun bag, placed it outside the brazier, separated Han Qingyun into a small room, and put a simple The bamboo is thrown on the table, the meaning is self-evident.

"This spirit tree can't be burnt out, so senior brother won't have to accompany Master all the time." Xiao Yunshui said.

Han Qingjun also didn't want Xing Lao to be by his side all the time, otherwise how could he study the sealing spell, and said: "What Yun Shui said is that Mo's cultivation was delayed because of taking care of him as a teacher."

"Yes." Xing Luo bowed his body, and went out with his two juniors, each occupying a side to practice.

It wasn't until midnight that the three of them went back to their rooms.

Han Qingyun had already fallen asleep, and the half-read book fell to the ground.

Xing Luo picked up the book and looked at it casually. That page was about the ancient beast Qiong Qi.Qiongqi is bloodthirsty by nature, and has the most hostile spirit among the beasts, making it difficult for mortals to deal with.Qiongqi's nemesis is the mythical beast Bai Ze, but hundreds of years ago, the Bai Ze clan had disappeared.

He closed the book, gently placed it on the head of the bed, tucked in the quilt for Han Qingyun, and then walked out of the partition.

Lying on the bamboo floor for a while, remembering the inscriptions on the ice surface of the floating island, it was still difficult to fall asleep. Xing Luo stared at the partition for a while, then quietly got up, wrote a talisman, and threw it in the brazier.

With a soft bang, the fire went out.

Xing Luo withdrew from the partition fan and listened carefully. He heard Han Qingyun tossing and turning inside, so he went in.

Han Qingyun was sleeping soundly, but was woken up by the cold again. Although it was not as cold as last night, but he had been warming up for the whole day, and the temperature dropped a little, so he couldn't sleep well.

"Master, is it cold?" Xing Luo asked.

Han Qingyun looked at the brazier: "Why did it go out?" Didn't it mean that the fire could not be exhausted.

Xing Luo poked the spirit wood with the tongs: "Maybe it's damp, Master, why don't I come in to accompany you?"

"Yeah." Han Qingyun didn't think too much, and nodded in agreement.

Xing Luo pushed the brazier away, removed the partition, and placed the bamboo slabs on the side of the main slab with half an arm's distance between them. Seeing that Han Qingyun didn't say anything, he moved the bamboo slabs closer until the two slabs were completely close together.

Although Xing Luo is not as hot as Lingmu, but with a sense of warmth and vitality, Han Qingyun prefers his warmth, and fell asleep comfortably and deeply when Xing Luo was fiddling with bamboo tiles.

Xing Luo also lay down, facing Han Qingyun.

With gracefully curved browbones, straight nose bridge, and delicate lip line, his eyes greedily lingered on Han Qingyun's face, and his heartbeat also accelerated accordingly.

He stretched out his hand cautiously, and slowly poked into Han Qingyun's bed, holding the other's hand as if treating a treasure.

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