Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Murong Haotian stood on the edge with an innocent face, completely unaware of what he had destroyed, spread his hands, and said as if asking for credit: "Master, I have grown up."

Xiao Douding, who was originally less than Han Qingyun's knees, has more than doubled in size. Judging from his stature, he should be seven or eight years old.

Han Qingyun doesn't want to comment on the setting of the protagonist who is against the sky, and his current thoughts are all on sealing the curse.

Xing Luo probed his own meridians, and he felt a sense of unimpededness that he had never had before, which made him feel reborn. When he opened his eyes, he saw a younger brother who was even more reborn than him, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "Master, is this also the case? You widen the meridian effect?"

"As a teacher, I only broadened the meridians for you alone." Han Qingyun waved away people, "He has a wonderful spiritual root and extraordinary talent."

Murong Haotian looked at Han Qingyun's Qiankun bag, and was reluctant to leave, because he was coveting the sweet potato inside.

Han Qingyun said seriously: "I still have something to do with you as a teacher, let's go out."

It was only then that Murong Haotian remembered Qi Shishu's advice - don't disturb Shizun and senior brother to be alone, otherwise they will be robbed by thunder, so he hurriedly ran out and closed the door.

Han Qingyun probed into the Xingluo meridian again.

The matter has come to this point, and the meridian can no longer be sealed back, so he can only pay attention in real time, and suppress his cultivation base if necessary, so as to delay the thunder tribulation.

"You don't have to go to the Suo Temple tomorrow." Han Qingyun withdrew his hand and said.

Xing Luo was slightly stunned, thinking that he was punished to suspend class, and said in a deep voice: "Yes. This disciple will definitely reflect on himself."

"I didn't ask you to reflect. You have nothing to reflect on." Han Qingyun moved Xing Luo's head, took out a blank jade slip, slid his fingertips, and wrote on it: Disciple Xing Luo, transferred to the first class...

Han Qingyun paused with her fingertips and asked, "How many halls are there in the first class?"

Xing Luo looked at the line, his eyes were full of astonishment and surprise: "There are Mingde Hall and Zhiyuan Hall."

"Which hall do you want to go to?" Han Qingyun asked.

"Based on my cultivation, I can barely enter Mingde Hall." Xing Luo said.

As soon as Han Qingyun heard it, he knew that this hall was not the top. With a wave of his fingertips, he wrote down the words "Zhiyuan Hall": "Tomorrow, I will hand it over to the elder in charge."

"And this..." Han Qingyun took out another jade slip, which he had prepared a few days ago, and it just so happened that he should learn to do it, "give it to him as well. Jane asked to come, if he dares to cut corners, I will definitely find him to settle the score."

In the morning of the next day, Xing Luo sent the jade slips to the elder in charge. After the elder heard about what happened in the Qiusao Hall yesterday, he didn't dare to neglect Xing Luo any more, and immediately changed his shift.

After conveying Han Qingyun's words, Xing Luo went to class by himself.

The elder in charge opened the second jade slip, and was shocked immediately: "The top-grade Lihuo stone, paired with the top-grade fire spirit iron, this weapon is very expensive to make." With such a big deal, he doubted that if it wasn't for the fact that Lihuo stone was hard to find, the jade Jian Xia also noted that as soon as possible, Han Qingyun will directly write the best Li Huoshi, and the forged weapon will be at the same level as Huai Bing.

Several teaching elders heard the sound and came over to discuss it.

"The only disciple of Huo Linggen under Hanfeng's main sect is just now."

"Before, I treated him indifferently and suppressed him, why did he suddenly pay so much attention yesterday, and even forged such weapons. If I remember correctly, Xiao Yunshui and Zuo Jueming's weapons are forged from high-grade fine iron."

"That's not true. The two of them drew their own sword drawings, and then forged them according to the standards of their own disciples. Master Han personally drew the sword drawings for his disciples. This is the first time in history."

"Speaking of which, the suzerain once told us to pay attention to Xing Luo and report immediately if there is any abnormality. Is this abnormal?"

The elder in charge handed over the scroll to the deacon who was in charge of preparing the weapons. He definitely did not dare to neglect Master Han's instructions, but such an unexpected incident had to be reported: "I will go see the suzerain right away."

Han Qingyun didn't know that a jade slip of his own had alarmed the suzerain. After studying the methods of suppressing cultivation for a whole day, he mastered one of them that could not show any traces, and finally he was able to sleep soundly.

Once people settle their minds, they tend to be lazy. Before the disciples finished class, Han Qingyun leaned on the couch and fell asleep with the brazier on.

When he woke up again, the quilt was tightly covered on his body, Han Qingyun turned his head and saw that Xing Luo had already fallen asleep on the bed next to him, with thick black eyebrows and slender eyes, there was a strange feeling in the darkness attraction.

Han Qingyun quietly moved closer, her sharp eyebrows, handsome and straight nose, all showed the sharp masculinity of a man.

He stared blankly at the beautiful man for quite a while, and when he came back to his senses and lay down again, he found that he had suffered from insomnia.

In the middle of the night, I can't sleep, of course I should take out my mobile phone and snacks...

Forget it, can't ask for too much.Han Qingyun had just finished unpacking it by herself, when she suddenly remembered the sweet potatoes in the Qiankun bag - without a mobile phone, there are still snacks!

He tiptoed up, and felt something restraining the back of his hand while he was moving, and when he lifted the quilt, he found that Xing Luo was holding his left hand firmly.

I like to hold hands while sleeping, what kind of habit is this?

Han Qingyun didn't dare to use too much force, so she gently pulled her hand, but she couldn't pull it away, so she could only carefully separate Xing Luo's fingers one by one.

Xing Lao's breathing was steady, until Han Qingyun released his left hand, there was still no sign of waking up.

Han Qingyun patted his chest, took off the fox fur, wrapped himself tightly, and stepped into the snow in the dead of night.

The top of Mingzhao Peak is so cold, the only warm place is in the middle of the four disciples' small huts, which is obviously not suitable for enjoying delicious food, so Han Qingyun descended the stone steps and leaped towards the forest on the mountainside.

As soon as he left the peak, the door of a room creaked open, Murong Haotian came out poking his head out and followed.But after a while, the door of another room opened, and Xing Luo stepped out of the door, and it was also closed in the distance.

Han Qingyun went all the way down the mountainside, completely away from the range of wind and snow on the top of the mountain, then lifted up his clothes and went into the woods where no one visited on weekdays.

He picked up a bundle of dry firewood along the way, looked left and right, and after confirming that it was safe, he piled the firewood into a pile and threw a flaming talisman down.

The flames ignited slowly, and the firewood branches crackled. He couldn't wait to throw two balls of sweet potatoes into the fire, put the thick clothes that were in the way in front of him, and tied them in a knot. Then he squatted down and poked them with a thick branch. Flip and bake.

In the silent forest, the sound of firewood burning covered other small sounds, so when someone patted Han Qingyun's shoulder behind him, he almost jumped up in fright, subconsciously reaching out to put out the fire.

"Master, I want to eat too." Murong Haotian bounced and sat beside him.

"You want to scare me to death!" Han Qingyun gave him a brain blow, picked out the smaller piece of sweet potato, it looked ripe, wrapped it in fox fur, broke it in half, and gave half to each other. Murong Haotian, "It's fine for you to eat, but you are not allowed to tell it."

Murong Haotian snatched the sweet potato and devoured it: "Of course!"

This time, Han Qingyun kept an eye out. It wasn't that no one came to this forest. He set up a small sound-proof barrier for the fire, and pointed at the fire with one hand in an attempt to destroy the evidence at any time. Having prepared everything, he was about to speak... …

"Master."

Han Qingyun was startled, and immediately used his spiritual power to put out the fire. When he was nervous, he lost his sense of control, and a burst of frost suddenly exploded from his fingertips, freezing the fire into ice.

"Master, it's me." Xing Luo walked to his side, looking at Murong Haotian who was affected by the impact and turned into an ice sculpture, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Ah Luo, why are you here?" Han Qingyun put the sweet potato in his mouth, neither eating nor not eating.

"Master goes out in the middle of the night, how could I still be able to sleep." Xing Luo brushed two ice sculptures with his palm, melted the ice, and said with a chuckle, "Master, tell me what you want to eat, why do you need to be sneaky. "

Han Qingyun originally thought that Xing Luo should not pretend to be too much in front of him when he was behind Yuan, but he didn't expect that he didn't care at all, so he didn't bother to pretend: "You can get whatever I want to eat?"

"As long as Master wants, I will do my best." Xing Luo said.

Thinking of the lackluster kitchen in the canteen, Han Qingyun sighed and said, "You can't go down the mountain at will, there are only some vegetables with clear soup and little water in the sect, so let's forget it."

Xing Luo got up knowingly: "Master, wait for me." As soon as the words fell, he leaped and disappeared.

"Is there any meat to eat?" Murong Haotian asked.

"You are a grass, and you still eat meat?" Han Qingyun couldn't help complaining.

"I am the spiritual grass in the fairyland, how can you compare me with the weeds in the mortal world?" Murong Haotian expressed his dissatisfaction, and picked up another piece of sweet potato by the way, broke off the two pieces that were extremely uneven in size, and gave the small piece to the sweet potato. Han Qingyun, "Master doesn't understand me too well, so I will punish you to eat less."

Han Qingyun stared: "Forget what I said before? You have to listen to me in everything. Give me the big one."

After the two said these few words, Xing Luo came back with a pheasant that was still thumping in his hand.

Han Qingyun immediately stopped fighting for the piece of sweet potato: "Where did you get it?"

Xing Luo neatly cleaned the pheasants, put them on wooden branches and roasted them: "There are many pheasants and hares in the back mountain, but they dare not run to places where there are people because of the coercion of the cultivators."

"Does the sect not care about killing?" Han Qingyun blurted out, and only after asking did he realize that as the peak master, he shouldn't know.

Xing Luo didn't think it was strange, he attributed all the abnormalities of Han Qingyun to that corpse poison and that dream: "Master, you have forgotten something again. Although there is no alcohol or meat in Tianwenzong, it also preaches that disciples don't kill. Alcohol, but not prohibited."

Han Qingyun felt relieved, he didn't want to cause Xing Lao to violate the prohibition and be punished because of his appetite.

Xing Lao injected spiritual power into the flame, and soon the pheasant meat was roasted until the oil dripped out. Murong Haotian took out two bottles of condiments from the Qiankun bag, ready to go.

Han Qingyun took the roast chicken from Xing Luo, stretched out his hand and said to Murong Haotian, "Bring it."

Murong Haotian: "For half a chicken."

"Call Dad." Han Qingyun handed the roast chicken back, and Xing Lao took it.

Seeing that the delicious food was about to slip away, Murong Haotian had no choice but to compromise and obediently offered the seasoning: "Father."

"Good boy." Han Qingyun tore off a chicken wing, sprinkled salt on him, and tore off both chicken legs, one for each of Xing Lao.

Xing Luo smiled and began to eat. Han Qingyun obviously liked it when he saw him like that. It turned out that the eldest disciple didn't like food, but he didn't like sweet food. Of course, he might only like meat.

"Father, I'm growing." Murong Haotian stared at the roast chicken that Han Qingyun stuffed into Xing Luo's arms.

"Want to grow up? Go back and soak in the hot spring later." Han Qingyun held the chicken leg in his mouth, and seeing his pitiful appearance, he gave him another piece of chicken butt.

Han Qingyun was satisfied with this late-night delicacy, but Murong Haotian was not satisfied. He only got one wing and a chicken buttock. The master ate it to his heart's content, so he took the remaining chicken breast, chicken heart, All the chicken livers were given to the elder brother.

Since the three of them sneaked food that day, Xing Luo would sneak some food back from time to time, most of which were vegetables, which had been prepared in the cafeteria.Xing Lao is very picky, and the dishes he brings each time are very suitable for Han Qingyun's taste.As for meat and the like, they had to steal it in the middle of the night.Murong Haotian seemed to be particularly sensitive to food, and he was able to knock on the door every time. Han Qingyun almost suspected that he was not a god grass demon, but a glutton.

This day, Han Qingyun was sitting side by side with Murong Haotian, holding his chin, watching Xing Lao roast corn cobs on the brazier, when there was a knock on the door, he quickly waved his hand as a signal.

Xing Lao quickly hid the corn on the cob into the Qiankun bag, and used his aura to disperse the roasting aroma in the room.

Murong Haotian ran to open the door, while Han Qingyun pretended to be calm and meditated cross-legged.

The person who came was Xiao Yunshui, and seeing that it was Murong Haotian who opened the door, he was slightly surprised: "Why is little brother here?"

"Second senior brother." Murong Haotian bowed solemnly, "Master is guiding me to practice."

Xiao Yunshui showed envious eyes, and followed Murong Haotian into the room.

During the day, Xing Luo knew how to avoid suspicion. He moved the bamboo outside and closed the partition. Xiao Yunshui didn't notice anything, and bowed to him and said, "Master, the suzerain invites you to go to the Tianwen Palace to discuss matters."

"I'm going here as a teacher." Han Qingyun waved Xiao Yunshui back, took out corn cobs from Xinglao Qiankun's bag, took two bites, and then went out.

During this period of time, he tried again and again, and finally dared to control the sword alone, but he had to concentrate on flying, and he didn't dare to fly too fast or too high.

Han Qingjun held his sword in the sky slowly, counting the days, thinking that calling him to the main hall this time should be to call all the elders to discuss the matter of the entrance trial.

He was the last one to arrive. As soon as he entered the hall, all the peak masters and elders cast their gazes over.

"Everyone is here, let's start." Suzerain Zhong Baichuan's words drew back everyone's attention.

The content of the discussion is similar to what Han Qingyun thought. It is nothing more than how many more people signed up for this entry trial than last year; .

Zhong Baichuan distributed the blank forms of invigilators to the peak masters of each peak, and the peak masters would select the disciples in the sect by themselves later, and today's discussion came to an end.

He thought he could go back to eat corn, but Zhong Baichuan didn't dismiss the crowd, and suddenly said: "Qingyun, I heard that you expelled Song Xiuyu from Mingzhao Peak."

Unexpectedly, after driving people away, she could still come out to be a demon, Han Qingyun didn't want to explain too much, and replied: "Exactly."

Zhong Baichuan didn't ask why, and said directly: "Song Xiuyu is a child with good talent, and his cultivation is also considered outstanding among inner sect disciples. If you think he is not suitable for practicing at Zhaoming Peak, why don't you let Xiaolan take him?"

Han Qingyun immediately understood that Fang Xiaolan had no outstanding disciples, and none of his direct disciples were as good as Song Xiuyu. Presumably, he thought he was picking up a treasure and came to the suzerain to ask for someone.

Sure enough, like-smelling, like attracts like.

According to the plot of the original book, Song Xiuyu would not survive the two dungeons, Han Qingyun said disapprovingly: "Song Xiuyu is no longer my disciple of Ming Zhaofeng, Senior Brother Fang, please go ahead."

"Junior Brother Han is so unscrupulous." Fang Xiaolan didn't know what she wanted to show off, so she stepped forward and said, "Sect Master, Xiuyu is talented and hardworking. Today I will accept him as a true disciple."

True disciples are equivalent to the successors of the peak masters of each peak, and they need to be unanimously agreed by the suzerain and the elders.

Xihefeng was already a bunch of crooked people, with no successors, and everyone present knew that no matter how many new disciples they took in, those with high talents would go to Mingzhao Peak. Now Xiaolan finally picked up a person with a decent cultivation level. Yes, there was no objection from the crowd.

The true disciple of Xihe Peak was decided in this way, and Zhong Baichuan took advantage of the situation and asked, "Qingyun, you, the true disciple of Ming Zhaofeng, is there anyone for you?"

In the original book, the true disciple is naturally Murong Haotian, the hero of Long Aotian. After Xing Luo turned black and went to the Demon Sect, Han Qingyun accepted him as a true disciple.

Han Qingyun had to prevent this precondition no matter what, and naturally he didn't intend to let Murong Haotian become a true disciple again.In terms of selfishness, he actually wants to accept Xing Lao, but this will undoubtedly make him a target of public criticism.

"My Mingzhao Peak disciples are all very good, I haven't decided on the true disciples yet." Han Qingyun said.

"Junior brother probably has someone in mind, but he dare not speak out." Fang Xiaolan said.

Han Qingyun was confused by his question: "Why did you say that?"

Fang Xiaolan raised her head to signal that the head teacher didn't dare to offend anyone, and handed over the long ebony box in her hand to Zhong Baichuan.

Zhong Baichuan had heard the elder's report, opened the ebony box, pointed to it and said, "Qingyun, who forged this knife?"

Han Qingyun didn't expect the elders of the Lecture Hall to be so talkative, but since he dared to forge the knife openly, he was not afraid of being questioned, and said bluntly: "It was forged by Xing Luo, the first disciple of Mingzhao Peak. His weapon was damaged, and as a master Why not if I forge a knife for him?"

Zhong Baichuan waved away all the elders, leaving only a few peak masters, and then he said with hatred: "Qingyun, you know Xing Lao's identity, why did you make such a weapon for him?"

"Do I have to suppress him everywhere, making him live worse than an inner sect disciple, to be worthy of his status? Don't you all worry that I will treat him so harshly, and he will feel suspicious and resentful, and explore the past?" Han Qing Yun put forward his trump card, "During Pingyu Town, the demon girl told Xing Luo that his meridian and memory were all sealed by me. Don't you think I don't care about it, or even make it worse, making him believe what the demon girl said? , push him into the Demon Cult?"

Zhong Baichuan thought about it carefully, and felt that what he said was not unreasonable. If Xing Lao recalled the past before the spell was broken and re-led the Demon Cult, the catastrophe would be no less than a hundred years ago.

"Hmph." Fang Xiaolan sneered, "Your mouth is getting smarter."

"Senior Brother Xie Fang for your compliment." Han Qingyun imitated his yin and yang ambiguity.

"Junior Brother Han." Fang Xiaolan's tone was faint, as if she had a plan for something, she walked slowly to Han Qingyun's side, "But as far as I know, a few days ago when Xing Lao beat Xiu Yu, when Xiu Yu was protecting himself, his fist actually hit Xing Burnt face, still left with bruises."

"Xing Luo's protective curse has been dissipated!" He suddenly said loudly, "Han Qingyun, not only did you not report it, but you also covered up and made him a top-quality weapon. When you brought Xing Luo back to Mingzhao Peak, you had to fight with the whole comprehension The world agreed that when the protective spell dissipated, he would be killed immediately on the spot, but now he is helping the evildoers, what crime should he deserve!"