Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

There is a sun and a moon in the mountains, but there is no Wi-Fi, no mobile phone, no way to play games, no way to follow online articles.Lost the online notice of mobile game activities, the update reminder of online articles, only the reading and practice day after day, the timeline of life seems to have lost the scale.

After picking and flipping through the stack of books in his hand, Han Qingyun didn't know how long the days had passed.

During this period, although there were few modern entertainments, he lived quite comfortably.

Thanks to the cold syndrome, Han Qingyun didn't find it strange that his disciples didn't wake up so late. He slept until the sun was three poles every day. When he woke up, Xing Lao had already gone to class and lit the brazier for him.

Han Qingyun closed the pages of the book, almost mastered the operation of sealing the curse, just waiting for a good time, and by the way, he also studied the protection spell to see if he could help Xing Lao fix it.

I don't know who the apprentice brother's sweetheart is.

Thinking about this unsolvable question, he collapsed on the couch, opened the window a crack, and looked at the scenery outside.

There is nothing to see at Mingzhao Peak except for the thick white snow and the steaming smoke from the mandarin duck pot.

The smoke in Yuanyang pot looks hot and seems delicious...

Han Qingyun smacked his mouth twice, then sat up suddenly.

That's right, there's nothing to eat in this little broken hill, but there's food in the classroom!

Some of the disciples did not have bigu, so the canteen is naturally indispensable in the lecture hall.

Han Qingyun regained her spirits, put on a fox fur, and went out happily.

When he went to Zangshu Pavilion, he took the opportunity to look over the map of Tianwenzong, and the Lecture Hall is not far away.He still didn't want to defend the sword, but it didn't take long for him to leap forward.

Not long after, he stopped outside the Lecture Hall.

The timing was just right, everyone was in class, and there was no one in the corridor.

Han Qingyun stroked the route, walked under the classroom window with a bent body, and successfully entered the back kitchen of the cafeteria.

After looking around, Han Qingyun was very dissatisfied.

Obviously not practicing Buddhism, there is no minced meat in the back kitchen, only radishes and vegetables.

He was so hungry that he took a white radish, washed it casually, stuffed it into his mouth, took a bite, and it tasted pretty good.

At this moment, the copper bells on the eaves rang, and get out of class was over.

Footsteps came from outside the back kitchen, Han Qingyun poked his head to see that it was the handyman who came to deliver fresh vegetables.

Originally, he went out openly and said that he inspected the disciples' meals, and there was no big problem.But his mind was full of the word "stealing", and the first thought that flashed was a guilty conscience. After looking around, he shrank and hid behind the rice vat.

"!" The thing behind her was soft and warm, and it moved a little bit. Han Qingyun covered her mouth that was about to exclaim, and turned her head slowly.

Murong Haotian squatted on the ground, holding a half-gnawed cabbage, looking up at him with his little head up.

"Why are you here?" Han Qingyun said secretly through voice transmission.

"Greedy." Murong Haotian smiled foolishly.

Han Qingyun: "Skipping class to steal food?"

"Like father." Murong Haotian pointed to the carrot in Han Qingyun's hand.

"I didn't skip class, I came here to check the students' homework." Han Qingyun hid the radish and said confidently, "How long have you been with Uncle Qi?"

"For a whole month, after class today, I will go back to Ming Zhao Peak." Murong Haotian looked very happy, "Father..."

"Don't call me father, just remember that I am your old man. Call me master." Han Qingyun didn't want the oolong incident last time to happen again.

"Master." Murong Haotian changed his words quickly, "You don't know how difficult it is for me these days, Uncle Qi soaks me in the medicine pool every day, and I'm already soaked."

Han Qingyun looked at his figure, he still looked like a three-year-old child, nothing changed.

In the original book, Murong Haotian was a fascination for his age. When he appeared on the stage, he was three years old. After being brought back to Tianwenzong, he grew to a seven-year-old figure in just one month. After getting the golden finger, he directly grew into a weak crown juvenile.

Why is it different from the original book? It hasn't grown up at all. Could it be that the nourishment of the spirit grass pond is not as good as the mandarin duck pot in the ice and snow?

In this way, the day of entry trial is coming soon, Murong Haotian got the golden finger in the trial secret realm, now that he has entered the stage, this golden finger must not be allowed to him again.

Han Qingyun began to think about how to snatch his golden finger, and said absently: "Your Uncle Qi is doing it for your own good, treating your injury."

"My injury has healed up long ago, but he used me to make medicinal soup." Murong Haotian said, "One pool a day, a total of thirty pools, and he said it can cure all diseases."

A new medicine that can cure all diseases, and it also smells of ginseng...

The corner of Han Qingyun's mouth twitched, the cold medicine he drank was Murong Haotian's bath water.

Murong Haotian stayed in Xianling Peak for a long time, and seemed to be infected by Qi Xia's chatterbox, and kept talking endlessly in Han Qingyun's sea of ​​consciousness: "Master, senior brother is being bullied all day long, don't you care?"

"Is there still someone bullying him?" Han Qingyun thought that his position had been very clear in the last experience, and Song Xiuyu's gang should not dare to behave like in the original book.

"When the second senior brother was here, they didn't dare. In the past two days, the second senior brother and the third senior brother took a group of inner disciples to practice, and they became unscrupulous again."

Han Qingyun got angry when he heard that, just as the handymen finished unloading vegetables and left, he immediately got up: "Which class is your big brother in?"

"Out of the cafeteria, turn left to the second classroom." Murong Haotian climbed out, took another fresh cabbage, and continued to hide and eat.

Han Qingyun didn't even bother to choose food, so he took two balls of sweet potatoes and stuffed them into the Qiankun bag, and rushed to Xing Lao's class.

The lecture hall is called the hall, but it is actually a large courtyard, which is divided into sixteen small halls, arranged according to the talents and cultivation levels of the disciples.

The Qiusuo Hall where Xing Luo is located is a second-class hall, a class lower than his two juniors, and a class lower than Song Xiuyu.

However, this did not prevent Song Xiuyu from running from the next hall to make trouble.

Before the next class started, Xing Luo sat alone in a corner, carefully reading the intermediate talisman textbook to be taught next.

Song Xiuyu stepped into the gate domineeringly, seeing him coming in, a group of fans started booing.

"Senior Brother Song, you are here to guide Senior Brother again." One person said.

"Senior Brother Song, we have benefited a lot from your guidance yesterday, so please be sure to say a few more words today." Another person said eccentrically.

"That's natural." Song Xiuyu went straight to Xing Lao's case, "Brother, you are reading a book."

Xing Bao didn't raise his head, he just regarded him as air.

Song Xiuyu slapped his book to the ground with a wave of his hand. He didn't dare to hit Xing Lao. He had suffered a lot before, and every time he came, at most, he threw things at people to show off his prestige.

Song Xiuyu stepped on the book: "Eldest brother, is Master cured?"

Besides Han Qingjun's experience, he rarely went to Zhaoming Peak. In addition, Xiao Yunshui and Zuo Jueming were not there, so Song Xiuyu called the king here, and he was extremely arrogant.

"The junior sisters at Xianling Peak said that Master has a cold, and you take care of him every day?" Song Xiuyu said, "You deserve it too!"

"Not worthy! Not worthy!" The disciples yelled.

Hearing that he had been humiliated for decades, Xing Luo always felt resentment in his heart, but now that his master regards him highly, he no longer finds it difficult to endure Song Xiuyu's embarrassment.After all, compared with Master's eyes, Song Xiuyu was just a low-level insect in his heart.

He closed his eyes to himself, just waiting for the jumping clown next to him to finish his nonsense.

"What are you pretending to be noble?" Song Xiuyu smashed his brush on the ground again, "Brother, you are teaching us how to please Master? But after going down the mountain to practice, why did Master change his mind about you? Didn't you join forces with that demon girl, what did you do to Master?"

"I heard that the demon girl is proficient in the way of charm." A disciple whispered, "Senior Brother Song, do you think he will..."

"That makes sense. No wonder the female cultivators are discussing you in private. You must have learned the charm technique from that demon girl and used it on Master!" Song Xiuyu shouted, "Xing Lao, how honorable Master is, my cultivation world The number one beauty is something you can't imagine!"

Xing Luo suddenly opened his eyes, the number one beauty in the cultivation world was jokingly called in private, although it is true, but it is especially disrespectful, Song Xiuyu, as a disciple, how dare he call Master like that.

He clenched his hands into fists, forbearance to the extreme.

Song Xiuyu continued: "You only have a good-looking face, and your cultivation is comparable to the third and second senior brothers, and even comparable to us!"

A group of disciples whose cultivation base was higher than Xing Lao yelled loudly, Song Xiuyu smiled: "No matter how you say it, Master won't be able to..."

Xing Luo stood up suddenly, and slammed Song Xiuyu's face hard in a circle. This punch did not use spiritual power, but almost used all the strength of his whole body.

Song Xiuyu didn't expect him to resist at all, he was defenseless, fell to the ground, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and spat out a front tooth, in a rage he forgot that Xing Lao had a protective spell, raised his fist and fought back.

"Senior Brother Song, don't!"

The disciples exclaimed, but they saw that his hand actually hit Xing Luo's face. Although he was bounced back in the end, compared with before, this strength was really weak.

Xing Luo's eyes were red, he didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he sat on him and waved his hands to beat him again.

"stop!"

The fist stopped the moment he touched Song Xiuyu, Xing Luo turned his head, and saw Han Qingyun walking into the Hall of Quest, standing in front of the pulpit, pointing at him with a ruler, his brows furrowed and he said: "A Luo, come here."

Xing Luo is too familiar with this expression. When Han Qingyun found out about his conflicts with his disciples, he also used this expression to say, "Come here."

Xing Luo let go of the hand holding Song Xiuyu's collar, walked to Han Qingyun with heavy steps, and then knelt down in front of everyone.

"A Luo, you..." Han Qingyun was stunned, and immediately remembered that when the original body punished Xing Luo, he had stood in front of the pulpit like this, sternly scolded Xing Luo, made Xing Luo kneel down, slightly penetrated Xing Luo's protective spell with spiritual power, and took The ruler slapped his palm hard.

But he didn't mean that at all, he was angry because he heard the disciples besieging Xing Luo outside the hall, pointing the ruler at other disciples to let Xing Luo come over, and he just wanted to keep him away from these people who hurt him.

He was so used to kneeling, Han Qingyun couldn't imagine how many times the original body had punished him like this.

"Master, fighting is strictly prohibited in the Lecture Hall, and Xing Luo beat me like this, please master make the decision for me!" Song Xiuyu was missing a front tooth, and his voice leaked out, but his voice volume did not decrease at all.

"Make the decision?" Han Qingyun was so angry that he could still be so confident, and sneered, "You want me to make the decision?"

His smile was like an ice peak, and it was more terrifying than the cold-faced Han Qingyun in the past, and the disciples immediately fell silent.

"Tell me, how should I make the decision?" Han Qingyun pointed at Song Xiuyu with a ruler.

Song Xiuyu thought that he really wanted to punish Xing Luo severely, so he said: "Return to Master, according to the rules of the lecture hall, if you beat a fellow student, you need to use a ruler as appropriate..."

"Punishment with a ruler? Okay, I'll make the decision for you." Han Qingyun looked at Xing Luo, "A Luo, stretch out your hand."

Xing Luo spread his hands without complaint.

Song Xiuyu and a group of disciples watched with glee, but the smiles on their faces froze in the next moment.

There was a light snap, as gentle as an autumn leaf falling to the ground, if the disciples hadn't held their breath and waited intently, they would hardly have heard the sound.

Han Qingyun put away the ruler: "A Luo, get up."

"Master, this..." Song Xiuyu was startled and was at a loss for words.

"This is to punish you for beating your younger brother. You are not allowed to do this in the future, remember?" Han Qingyun's tone was still angry, but he tried to be more gentle towards Xing Luo.

Xing Luo looked at his hands in disbelief, and forgot to stand up, until Han Qingyun stretched out his hand to help him, and then he belatedly stood beside the master.

Han Qingyun turned cold again: "Next, it's time to make the decision for Ah Luo."

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