Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

He's in love with you!

After the competition was over, Qi Xia's voice had long since fallen, but this short sentence seemed to be cast by a spell, and it was rushing back and forth in Han Qingyun's mind.

The person Xing Luo likes is actually him?

Han Qingyun recalled Qi Xia's long speech again and again, suspecting that she was imagining too much.Xing Luo's behavior towards him was just out of a disciple's respect for his master.If Xiao Yunshui and Zuo Jueming were by his side...

Han Qingyun imagined that when he was unconscious due to illness, these two disciples should support him and send him out of the cave, and when Qi Xia came to see a doctor, they would immediately step aside without obstructing him.

It seems that it is indeed different...

Han Qingyun didn't dare to think anymore, his heartbeat urgently needed to be calmed down.

In the main hall, Fang Xiaolan stood up in embarrassment, wiped the blood from her nose, glared at Xing Luo angrily, and returned to the seat that belonged to him.

Xing Luo turned a blind eye to him, and retreated obediently behind Han Qingyun, while Han Qingyun looked at Zhong Baichuan pretending to be natural, for fear that Xing Luo would notice his heartbeat.

Zhong Baichuan didn't know what Han Qingyun was thinking, and thought he was urging him, so he could only say: "Xing Luo, passed the test today and was promoted to be a true disciple of Ming Zhaofeng."

Up to now, the protective spell has been proved intact, none of the peak masters dared to object, even Fang Xiaolan could only grit his teeth - he hadn't been able to break through Han Qingyun's sealing spell.

The discussion ended here, and Han Qingjun stepped out of the hall pretending to be calm, and sacrificed the flying sword. As soon as he stepped on it, the scene of Xing Lao flying behind him and protecting the sword with his body appeared in his mind, and his figure became unstable.

"Master." Xing Luo supported him in time.

Han Qingyun avoids Xing Lao's hand like a hot hand, and lowers the flying sword: "The weather is good today, I want to go for a walk as a teacher."

"Yes." After Xing Luo answered, he stood by Han Qingyun's side like a stake.

Han Qingyun originally wanted him to take a step ahead, but he didn't expect it to be completely invalid, and he couldn't speak out to drive him away, so he could only forcefully take a step forward.

Xing Luo has been walking one step behind him, not far away when all the peak masters have left, and when there are no more people in sight, he takes a step and walks to Han Qingyun's side.

The tall figure suddenly appeared beside him, Han Qingyun's heart skipped a beat, his eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and he didn't dare to cast a random glance.

"Master." Xing Luo said suddenly.

"En." Han Qingyun responded lightly, still not looking at him.

Xing Luo took out a new knife, the crimson blade edge and the black blade body merged into one, and waves of knife patterns appeared at the seams, just like the waves raised by the figure of the master in his heart.

"Master specially forged this saber for me?" Xing Luozhen caressed the blade tenderly, his eyes fell on the side of Han Qingyun's face more gently than his hands.

Han Qingyun coughed lightly, and took a look at the knife. It was indeed a good knife, worthy of Xing Lao: "You should have a weapon."

"Thank you, Master." Xing Luo made a disciple salute, and then stopped talking, because he could see that Master didn't seem to want to talk to him today.

Could it be that he did not perform well in the competition just now?Or other reasons?Xing Luo couldn't figure out why.

The air became quiet for a while, and the chirping of birds and insects in the forest reached Han Qingyun's ears, all of which contained a hint of ambiguous embarrassment.

Let's say something to divert attention, Han Qingyun thought about it and said, "Can you think of a name for this knife?"

"What do you think, Master?" Xing Luo asked.

In the original book, Xing Lao's magic knife is called Aoxue, which is domineering and yet magical. Han Qingjun liked this name very much at first, but now the shape of the knife has changed. He hoped that Xing Luo's fate would also change, so he cursed this The general name is disgusting.

"Since it's your knife, of course you name it yourself." Han Qingyun said.

Xing Luo put his fingertips on the handle of the knife, pressed it and brushed it, where the spiritual power passed, the name of the knife was engraved in bright red, as if he had poured his heart and blood into it.

He said: "That's called 'Ying Xin'."

What's on your mind?Who is obsessed with?

Han Qingyun regretted opening her mouth, her heartbeat finally calmed down, and then became agitated again...

That night, Han Qingjun suffered from insomnia as a matter of course.

The person who likes him is lying on the couch next door, and the distance between the next door is still equal to zero, so how can he sleep.

Listening to the breath, Xing Luo was still asleep, Han Qingyun closed his eyes tightly, trying to breathe steadily, so that the other party would not find out that he was pretending to sleep.

At this moment, there was a sudden warmth in his left hand—his hand was held by Xing Luo.

It turned out that holding his hand in the middle of the night was not a coincidence of being unconscious in sleep. As for how long Xing Luo had been like this, Han Qingyun couldn't guess at all, and he didn't dare to guess.If Xing Luo had held his hand while he was asleep from the day he moved in, wouldn't he have been wrapped in this incomparably warm hand every day for more than a month...

Han Qingyun couldn't hide the shock and agitation in his heart, his fingertips trembled, and he pulled out his hand, pretending to be half awake and turning around, turning his back to Xing Luo.Otherwise, how could he be able to sleep.

However, he was wrong, even if he turned his back to Xing Luo like an ostrich, he still couldn't fall asleep smoothly.

In my mind, the figure of Xing Luo appeared alternately in various postures, sometimes he was meditating, sometimes he was practicing swordsmanship, sometimes he stood beside him and called his master, and that was all. When the two walked with their swords together, they folded their protective hands and hugged Han Qingyun.

Finally, he finally fell asleep, still restless.

In his sleep, the little bamboo beside him disappeared, Xing Luo didn't know when, he lay down behind him, his chest pressed against his back.

When Han Qingyun woke up from the dream, the disciples had already gone to class. He sighed, rubbed his hot cheeks hard, and decided to change the status quo before he died suddenly due to insomnia.

That night, when Xing Luo was about to move Zhuta, Han Qingyun stopped him.

"Ah Luo, the master's cold illness is almost healed, and this brazier is enough." Han Qingyun put the brazier firmly on the side of the collapse, "You don't have to move it every day."

Xing Luo froze his hands, lowered his eyes and said nothing, and said after a long time: "Yes."

In the first two nights, without Xing Luo's troublesome hand, Han Qingyun was finally able to sleep soundly again, but within a few days, Xing Luo began to break into his dreams, and became more and more unscrupulous.

Han Qingyun suspected that it was because he paid too much attention to Xing Luo during the day, so he began to keep a distance from him intentionally or unintentionally.As soon as Xing Luo came in after class, he pretended to close his eyes and meditate. When Xing Luo brought food, he also restrained himself from eating as little as possible.

However, blindly hiding is not the answer after all, and the entrance trial is approaching, he can't hide even if he wants to.

Han Qingyun propped his chin, and was troubled by the jade slips that arranged for the invigilation of his students.

These days, he has thoroughly studied the map of the trial secret realm, and he has confirmed that the golden finger that Murong Haotian obtained is at the end of the Wanli Glacier in the third layer of the ice and fire purgatory of the secret realm.

As the peak master, he is completely free to enter the secret realm in the name of proctor during the assessment. The problem is that there are strict proctors for each checkpoint. If he touches anything in the secret realm, it will be recorded and reported.In this way, in order to get the golden finger, one must cooperate with the invigilator of Wanli Glacier.

Han Qingyun had already thought of the best candidate, and it was undoubtedly Xing Luo, but he still didn't know how to face him...

Forget it, life is always more important than children's love, the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge, and now it can only hit a collision.

After class the next day, Han Qingjun summoned three disciples under his sect to arrange invigilation arrangements.

He sat cross-legged on the couch in advance, adjusted his clothes, lowered his face, and put on the appearance of Master Bingshan.

The first person to enter the door was Xing Luo. As soon as he entered, Han Qingyun's body froze, and his hands on his knees couldn't help exerting force.

Xiao Yunshui and Zuo Jueming then entered, and Murong Haotian followed behind, walking in as a matter of course.

Han Qingjun almost forgot about him: "Haotian, how is your practice recently? Do you have the confidence to pass the entry test?"

"I want to participate too?" Murong Haotian gestured to his own small body, he stopped growing when he was seven or eight years old.

In the original book, he also participated in the trial with this figure. Han Qingyun said: "To join our sect, you must pass the entrance trial. If you don't participate, you will go down the mountain."

"I will participate!" Murong Haotian said hastily.He can't go back to the secret realm right now, and going down the mountain is dangerous. Of course, the best choice is to stay on Mingzhao Peak, not to mention that the overflowing aura of the Liangyi Spring's pool water is similar to his hometown. There is no place in the world more suitable for him than here.

Of course, Murong Haotian couldn't attend the invigilation arrangement, so Han Qingyun waved him away, opened the jade slip, and told the location of the three disciples.

Both Xiao Yunshui and Zuo Jueming were no different from the original book, and they were placed in the most dangerous places of the first and second checkpoints respectively. They not only supervised the test takers, but also ensured their safety.

"A Luo, you go to Wanli Glacier to invigilate the exam." Han Qingyun handed him the invigilation jade card, and when Xing Luo took it, the two fingertips touched slightly, and Han Qingyun immediately withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

Xing Luo should be happy. He has been in Ming Zhaofeng for decades, and he has never been respected by his master and participated in the entrance examination, but today he is not happy. Han Qingyun's attitude during this period makes him feel disappointed.

The Wanli Glacier is a place of death, and it is not the only way to enter the trial. Even if the test takers get lost or stumble, most of them will be taken out by the surrounding invigilators before entering the glacier.In the past, at this place, an inner sect disciple with average cultivation level was randomly found to invigilate the exam. If Han Qingyun asked him to go here, did it mean that his position in his heart was just a random and replaceable disciple.

He wanted to ask clearly, he was eager to ask why Han Qingyun's attitude towards him suddenly changed so much after giving him the knife.

Xing Luo didn't say a word during the whole process, except for an occasional "yes", Han Qingyun was focused, not letting himself show an abnormal posture, and didn't notice this.

When Xiao Yunshui and Zuo Jueming left, Xing Luo boldly stepped forward: "Master."

"What's the matter?" Han Qingyun shrugged his shoulders slightly, looked at the brazier, stretched his legs and lay down on the bed. As soon as his feet landed, his whole body was crooked.

My legs are numb...

In the end, he didn't fall down and leaned against his extremely warm chest.

Originally, it was only hemiplegia, but now, Han Qingyun felt that his whole body was going to be paralyzed.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to regain the sensation of his legs and adjust his uncontrollable heartbeat, while saying: "A Luo, let go and be a teacher."

Xing Luo didn't let go of him, but instead tightened his arms, just like Han Qingyun's dream.

He arched his back slightly, lowered his head, and leaned his chin on Han Qingyun's shoulder: "Master, why are you avoiding me?"

The scorching breath caressed his ears, Han Qingyun shrank his neck, trying to move away a little, but found that he had nowhere to escape in Xing Luo's embrace: "I...no..."

"It's me..." Xing Luo's voice trembled slightly, "Is there something wrong?"