Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Like a big abandoned dog, Xing Luo hugged Han Qingyun tightly, as if once he let go, he would never be able to break into the eyes of the master again.

His voice was deep, piercing into Han Qingyun's ears, hooking his heart, adding another touch of distress to his heart palpitations.

"A Luo, you misunderstood." Han Qingyun patted Xing Luo's head, "There is nothing wrong with you."

Xing Luo's voice gradually became stable: "Then why is Master avoiding me?"

Han Qingjun deliberated for a long time, but couldn't come up with a suitable answer. He couldn't say, you like me, causing my heart to beat faster, insomnia and palpitations, so I avoided you...

Xing Luo couldn't wait for the answer for a long time, and asked again: "Master, do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you." Han Qingyun didn't even want to answer.

Xing Luo tightened his hands a little more, as if he wanted to rub Han Qingyun into his arms: "Master, don't you hate me like this?"

Han Qingyun: "..."

At this moment, he really wanted to read the original work, and tortured the author while whipping him.It's obviously a novel about men, but why is the villain in it a crook?Obviously Master is a man, why is he called the number one beauty in the cultivation world, and is also liked by male apprentices?

I even want to ask myself, why is he being hugged by a big man like this, and hearing him say such nasty things, he can't hate it at all, even a little...

heart.

Han Qingyun strongly suspects that it's not that he broke the original character design, but that Xing Luo completely broke his orientation.

"Master, don't hate me, okay?"

Xing Luo's deep and magnetic voice swam into his ears again. Han Qingyun felt that his ears were about to burn, and hurriedly replied: "I really don't hate you."

"Master, you must have noticed the disciple's thoughts a long time ago." Xing Luo said slowly.

Han Qingyun shook her head crazily in her heart: I didn't realize it at all, it was all told by Qi Dazui...

Xing Luo continued: "It's all disciples' fault. That day in Pingyu Town, when I was chasing Moxiu, I received your distress message. You actually worried that I was in danger. I never dared to expect it before. You You actually cared about me. In the subsequent experience, you always allowed me to stand by your side, speaking for me time and time again, and even showing weakness to me. After returning to Mingzhao Peak, you always reminded me and opened up meridians for me , to punish Song Xiuyu for me, and let me be a true disciple... But now, why don't you pay attention to me?"

He spoke eloquently, as if talking about an extremely ordinary experience, but Han Qingyun read from it his depression, forbearance, and sometimes joy and loss.

"Master." Xing Luo approached slowly, and touched the earlobe of Chuhan Qingyun with a touch of water on his lips, "I know that I am wrong, I can only respect you and respect you, I shouldn't have such thoughts for you, but I really do I can't hold it back."

Han Qingjun finally recovered his body, and was numb by his kiss again. Xing Luo didn't say a word of love, but his heart was also numb.

"I really don't hate you." Han Qingyun repeated again and again, and couldn't bear Xing Luo to be like this, so he simply told the truth, "It's just... just a little difficult to accept for a while. I was a little confused, so I avoided you."

"What's the confusion?" Xing Luo relaxed his hands, stood up straight, and stared at Han Qingyun's face.

In addition to the deepness in those eyes, Han Qingyun couldn't help but think of the look in the original book, when Xing Luo became a demon, in order to win treasures in the secret realm, and fight against the guardian beast, the appearance that he was bound to win.

So at this moment, he is bound to win and will never give up.

Han Qingyun looked away: "Chaos... We are masters and apprentices after all, it's not good."

Xing Luo showed another meaning from his flushed cheeks.

The corner of his lips twitched slightly, and finally let go: "Master, I will try my best not to let myself go beyond the rules."

"It's good that you know." Han Qingyun touched his ear.

"Master," Xing Luo said again, "Can I move the bamboo tower in tonight?"

This is already over the limit, okay...

Han Qingyun wanted to refuse flatly, but when he saw Xing Luo's expectant eyes, he softened his heart again: "You can come in, but you are not allowed to hold the teacher's hand again."

Mingzhao Peak is windy and snowy, but the room is full of warmth and ambiguity. On Xihe Peak, where the climate is pleasant, the atmosphere in the main hall of the peak has dropped to freezing point.

Fang Xiaolan's nose was covered with thick medicinal herbs, and she pointed at the newly recruited true disciple angrily: "How dare you deceive me!"

"Disciple dare not." Song Xiuyu knelt in the hall, really didn't understand what happened, Xing Luo's protective spell was almost gone, why didn't he see it for a few days, and recovered again, "Could it be that the protective spell will recover on its own."

"Impossible, this protective spell is..." Fang Xiaoli almost blurted out the secret of the year, and helped the herb that had slid down, "This protective spell is time-sensitive, and it will never recover after it dissipates."

Song Xiuyu rolled his eyes, and immediately thought of another possibility: "Master Han must have done something wrong!"

Fang Xiaolan suddenly realized and slapped the armrest of the seat.Before Xing Luo competed, he had been standing behind Han Qingjun. With Han Qingyun's cultivation, it was not impossible to trick everyone in the hall. Moreover, Han Qingyun blatantly cast a curse on him, It's also extremely suspicious here.

But what is Han Qingyun's purpose?What good does it do him to protect Xing Luo?Is it just to embarrass him?

Fang Xiaolan's thinking was blocked, so she thought of Han Qingyun and him as the same kind of people.

At this moment, his disciple's jade badge rang, and it was Zhong Baichuan who urged him to hand in his quota of invigilating disciples.

Fang Xiaolan opened the jade slip and saw that the other peak masters had already arranged disciples. When he saw Xing Luo's name, he squinted his eyes slightly, and wrote Song Xiuyu's name in the lava field bordering the Wanli Glacier.

The entry test of Tianwenzong is a grand event once every ten years for newcomers in the cultivation world.

Everyone has a beautiful ideal, to be able to enter the No. 1 school in this world, and to worship under the No. [-] sect of spiritual practice.

Before midnight, there were candidates waiting in line outside the mountain gate of the trial secret realm.When the disciple came to open the door at the time of waiting, there was already a dense crowd of people standing outside the door, and the long line stretched to the end of the field of vision.

Although there are many visitors, no more than one tenth of them can actually enter the secret realm—there are two tests before entering the mountain gate, as long as one fails, they will be cleared immediately.

The first test is age. Except for the disciples brought in by the peak master, Tianwenzong does not accept new disciples under the age of 30. After all, the sooner you start, the easier it is to achieve success in cultivation.

Naturally, the second test is talent, and all disciples are no exception.

Murong Haotian can't escape the talent test, although his talent will not affect his entry into the secret realm, but he still needs to test it and register it in the student profile.

It was already noon when Han Qingyun brought Murong Haotian to the gate of the mountain.A lot of people were sent to the door, and the progress was very fast, and the number of people queuing outside was reduced by half.

As soon as he stepped out of the mountain gate, the noisy people outside became quieter and turned into whispers.

"Isn't this the Master Han of Mingzhao Peak? It's too..." The man who spoke straightened his eyes, "It's so beautiful, it's more than a hundred times more beautiful than the picture scroll."

Another person pushed him away, rushed to the front of the team, rushed to take the test, and vowed: "I must enter Mingzhao Peak!"

His hand pressed onto the round transparent magic weapon ball, and a faint red light glowed in the center of the ball.

"31, it doesn't match." The deacon disciple said blankly.

He is Ming Zhaofeng's inner sect disciple, and he has been used to seeing these for decades.At the beginning, he was also attracted by his master and chose Ming Zhaofeng, but soon he discovered that his master's cultivation was real, his beauty was real, and his temper was really bad.Most of the disciples were stared at by the master's cold eyes within less than three days, and they dare not look directly at him, and even those who are bold can't last five days.

"I'm only one year old, Immortal Elder, please be flexible." The man begged.

Deacon disciples have seen this kind of person a lot, and with a wave of their hands, two outer disciples immediately pushed him out.

In a line next to it, a girl also put her hand on the magic weapon ball, turned her head and froze.The man behind Master Han was so handsome, she secretly made up her mind that she must enter Mingzhao Peak.

"Girl, girl!" Song Xiuyu, as the supervisor of this test, had no choice but to go off in person due to lack of manpower. He was filled with resentment, but when he saw Xing Luo through the girl's gaze, he became furious, "You passed! Get out of here!"

The girl was taken aback, she gave Song Xiuyu a blank look, saw his disciple Yupai, and made another decision, even if all the other peaks didn't want her, she would never go to Xihe Peak.

Han Qingjun took Murong Haotian to test his aptitude, while Xing Luo silently followed behind him like a guardian.

There is also a row of transparent balls in the aptitude test area. The difference is that the light next door is unqualified, and the light on this side is pass, and the brighter the better.

Not far away, a young man tested the medium-grade fire spirit root. Fang Xiaolan, who was on patrol here, immediately patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's a good seedling, suitable for me, Xihefeng."

Han Qingyun rolled his eyes in disdain, this is not an inspection, it is clear that there are too few people in Xihe Peak, he wants to get ahead and grab a group of people first.

"Master." Xing Luo had already communicated with one of the disciples so that Han Qingyun didn't have to queue up. He also specially chose a place far away from Fang Xiaolan, "We can test it."

Han Qingyun asked Murong Haotian to put his hand on the test instrument, and the sphere immediately burst into dazzling five-color brilliance.

After Murong Haotian started, he learned to restrain the overflowing spiritual energy, so most of the disciples didn't know that his spiritual root was so wonderful. At this time, the nearby disciples all focused their eyes.

"Upper...top grade..." The deacon disciple was stunned, thinking that there was a mistake in the magic weapon, he took the magic weapon from the next row, tested it for Murong Haotian again, and then announced, "Top grade five spirit roots!"

The crowd erupted for a moment, and cast their eyes on Murong Haotian's small body. Maybe seven or eight-year-old children were not as eye-catching as Lingxiu No. 1. After a while, they turned their eyes back to Han Qingyun.

"As expected of No. 1 in spiritual practice, it is indeed possible to find a disciple with such outstanding talent."

"I remember that the eldest disciple of Master Hanfeng is still the top-grade fire spirit root. Sure enough, only a venerable like Master Hanfeng is qualified to accept such an outstanding disciple."

Fang Xiaolan was full of dissatisfaction when she heard it, and the calm and calm expression on her face was almost unstoppable, but no matter how well he managed his expressions, no one looked at him at the moment.

"Master, what is that measuring?" Murong Haotian asked, pointing to a row of magical instruments next door.

The first test is coming to an end, and several instruments have been vacated.

In the original book, Murong Haotian was obsessed with age, and Han Qingyun was also very curious, so he asked, "How old are you?"

"Eight years old." Murong Haotian replied vaguely.

Han Qingyun had read the original book, and knew that after he got the golden finger, he soaked in a spicy pot overnight and grew up to be 20 years old. Naturally, he didn't believe it, so he dragged him to the next door to measure his age.

He suspected that Murong Haotian might even be over 30 years old, so in order to avoid other people's strange eyes, he waved away the deacon disciples, let Xing Luo block his sight with his body, and pressed Murong Haotian's hand on the magic weapon.

The red light that almost blinded people's eyes exploded, but in an instant, it broke through the thin wall of the magic weapon and shattered the whole magic weapon.

The unusual movement here attracted the attention of people around. Fang Xiaolan couldn't help but smile triumphantly when she saw the debris on the ground.Before the trial started, Han Qingyun sent him to the door.