Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Xing Luo took a look at Han Qingyun, then quickly looked away, and turned to Hua Ruoliu, with a stronger sense of doubt in his expression.

In the original book, Han Qingyun exerted coercion all the time, maintaining the majesty of his light of righteousness. Most of the others dared not look at him directly, including the disciples. Xing Luo's reaction was quite normal.

It doesn't matter, as long as there is no hatred in the original book, it means that he hasn't met Moxiu yet, Han Qingyun heaved a sigh of relief, his vision became increasingly blurred, his eyelids closed uncontrollably, and only one sentence remained in the end: "Fortunately... I didn't meet Moxiu..."

Xing Luo's eyes flashed, he never imagined that the master who had been extremely indifferent to him since childhood would actually care about his safety one day.

"You came to save him? Didn't Danshu tell you?" Facing the ghost knife pointed at her, Hua Ruoliu dropped her posture of being ready to strike.Dan Shu is the subordinate she sent to lure Xing Luo away, if everything has been communicated, then Xing Luo will be with her.

Since Xing Luo didn't see any iron coupons of the Dan Shu, he chased him halfway, and when he received an emergency signal from Master, he rushed over without stopping.

Unmoved, he pointed at Hua Ruoliu with a flaming knife.In terms of cultivation, he couldn't beat the other party, but he would never let her hurt Shizun easily. He was full of doubts at the moment, and he was still waiting for Shizun to wake up and give him an answer.

"It seems that you don't know anything yet." Hua Ruoliu flipped the tip of the knife playfully, the water polo stored on her fingertip hit the flame, and white smoke came out, "Xing Lao, do you know who your father is? who?"

"You know?" Xing Luo finally spoke to her.

"Of course, your father is the former demon king of my demon sect, and you are the young master of my demon sect."

"You're talking nonsense." Xing Luo poured more aura into the knife, but still couldn't hurt Hua Ruoliu, "I was brought into Tianwenzong by my master to practice since I was a child, and I have nothing to do with your demon sect."

"Since childhood? How young? Five years old, right? Then before five years old? Do you not remember anything before five years old? Where is your memory?" Hua Ruoliu smiled coquettishly, and moved her fingertips along the blade Slide, inch by inch to extinguish the flame on the knife.

Without waiting for Xing Luo to answer, she said, "I'll tell you. Your memory was sealed by the master in your arms. Not only the memory, he also sealed most of your meridians. If it wasn't that he couldn't hurt you anymore, He killed you a long time ago. As the head disciple of Mingzhao Peak of Tianwen Zong, you are also the top fire spirit root. After so many years of cultivation, it is difficult to enter the realm. Now you are at a disadvantage compared with the disciples of the inner sect. You really haven’t explored it before. reason?"

How could it be possible that he hadn't searched for it, but where could Xing Luo go to search for it? For so many years, he bears the name of the first disciple of Tianwenzong, but he has never enjoyed the care of his master, the respect of his juniors, and all the things in his heart. Doubts, in the end, can only be turned into unresolved stagnation, put on the rusty blade, and have nowhere to vent.

He almost believed Hua Ruoliu's words, if it weren't for the unprecedented concern of the master today, and the never-ending coercion that dissipated in the face of him.

Hua Ruoliu poked the needle towards Han Qingyun, Xing Luo hesitated for a moment, then withdrew the ghost knife, blocked the needle, and said firmly again: "You are talking nonsense."

After Hua Ruoliu confirmed that the young master was Xing Luo, she made many inquiries and was convinced that he didn't get along well with the people in the sect. She thought that she would be able to bring him back to the Demon Sect today, so she gave Han Qingyun a pincer as a token of To repay the grievances that the young master has suffered over the years, he did not expect that he failed to achieve a single goal, and his complacent smile froze.

"People are in the temple!"

A voice came from outside the door, it was Xiao Yunshui who came with the inner disciples.

Hua Ruoliu frowned unhappily, and made a move with a long whip, Xing Luo immediately blocked with a knife, but lost in the end, and was wrapped around his body by the long whip with one move.

"Follow me back to the Devil's Cult, I will make you believe it." Hua Ruoliu tugged on the long whip, seeing that Xing Luo didn't intend to let go of Han Qingyun, she simply tied up the other person as well, injecting devilish energy into the whip, Clutching the two of them, they withdrew from the back door of the temple.

When Xiao Yunshui and his party entered the door, they only saw the hem of the two disciples' uniforms, and the willow-like long whip adorned with them.

"Is it Senior Brother and... Master?" The disciples looked at each other incredulously.

How could their master, the elder of Tianwenzong, No. 1 in spiritual cultivation, be tied up, an enemy that even the master can't deal with, what are they disciples doing...

"The weak willow whip is the magic weapon of the right envoy of the Demon Sect." Song Xiuyu, as the head of the disciples of the inner sect, has read the textbooks a lot, and can tell the identity of the enemy at a glance, and immediately judge that they are not the opponents of the comer, "Two Brother, why don't we report the situation to the head of the sect first."

"It's too late. Master has withdrawn the coercion from his body. He must not be able to freely circulate his spiritual energy. He may be in danger. Brother Song, you bring half of the people here to rescue the villagers and collect the remaining corpses. The rest of the disciples follow me!" Before Xiao Yunshui finished speaking, Yu Jian chased after him.

With Hua Ruoliu's cultivation, Xiao Yunshui can't catch up easily, but the two oil bottles don't cooperate well, especially the young master, but she can't be moved, so she can only find a nearby room to hide in. Tighten the doors and windows, and then apply sound insulation and isolation barriers, which not only prevent the outside world from hearing the movement, but also prevent Xing Lao from escaping.

She didn't have much time, and after delaying for so long, with Han Qingyun's cultivation, she should wake up soon.

Hua Ruoliu took the whip away, and quickly said: "Young master, the devil has saved Ruo Liu's life, and Ruo Liu shouldn't have treated you like this."

Xing Luo ignored her, took out a bottle of detoxification pills, twisted one, and stopped his fingertips in front of Han Qingyun's mouth, not daring to go any further, as if he was afraid of profane the exquisite jade-like lips.

"But you really shouldn't be..." Hua Ruoliu realized what he was going to do, and suddenly whipped out the whip, knocked down the antidote pill and the medicine bottle, and swept them into powder with the wind of the whip, "He treats you like this, Do you still want to help him?"

"I don't believe it." Xing Luo still didn't look at her, his eyes fell on Han Qingyun's long eyelashes. He didn't dare to look at them before, but now that the master has withdrawn the pressure and is still in a coma, he can't move it when he sees it Open your eyes, the slender black eyebrows, the slightly raised phoenix eyes, and the beautiful curve of the jaw all make people linger.It turned out that his master was so good-looking, and it seemed that the rumored number one beauty in the world of cultivating immortals was not groundless.

Hua Ruoliu was still persuading him earnestly, while Xing Luo gently placed his palm on Han Qingyun's back waist, knocking and injecting spiritual energy into it to help him detoxify.

The spiritual energy quickly swam through a small Zhou Tian, ​​sweeping away the poison of the corpse, but Han Qingyun still hadn't woken up.

The person leaning on the body moved slightly. If it wasn't for the two people's bodies touching each other, they wouldn't have noticed it at all. Xing Luo sent a voice transmission in doubt: "Master? Are you awake?"

Xing Lao's voice sounded in his mind, Han Qingjun woke up just after the corpse poison was cleared, he was just thinking about what kind of state he would wake up in, so that Hua Ruoliu wouldn't find out that he couldn't use spells and could get out of his body, what a pity Didn't think of a surefire solution.

woke up.Han Qingjun tried to reply to Xing Luo in his mind, and got the answer: "Master? Master? Are you still awake?"

The teacher has woken up.

Xing Luo no longer replied.

The hands on the shoulders exerted some strength, and Han Qingyun felt the tension and anxiety of the other party from the very slight trembling of the fingertips.

It seems that the signal is not very good...

Han Qingyun squinted a slit to peep, Hua Ruoliu was counting Han Qingyun's oppression of Xing Luo, and shook his hand in righteous indignation, and when she looked away, Han Qingyun hid one hand in his sleeve, Move very slowly.

Swiping through the layers of clothing, the fingertips landed on the ground, moved a few more points, and finally touched the target.

Han Qingyun's hand rested on the side of Xing Luo's thigh, and began to write with his fingers: "I woke up for the teacher."

Xing Luo's thighs trembled, and after he lowered his head to notice Han Qingyun's movements, he lightly pursed his lips: "Master, why don't you transmit the sound into the secret."

Han Qingyun: "It's a long story, listen to the teacher, and promise her first."

Hua Ruoliu is trying again and again to persuade Xing Lao to return to the Demon Cult.

"As a disciple of Tianwen Sect, how can I agree to such a ridiculous request." Xing Luo paused, his tone gradually lowered, "Master...do you want me?"

That's why I cared about him for the first time today, and it was just a last charity.

"No." Han Qingyun swiped her fingers quickly, afraid of being slow, Xing Luo was like the original book, and her words turned black after hearing Hua Ruoliu's words.

"Why is that?" Xing Luo raised his tone, as if he thought he was abandoned, but was picked up by the owner immediately.

While asking questions, he was also thinking quickly. To deal with such a low-level corpse puppet, the master actually used the disciple's jade card to call for emergency help.

Soon, he guessed the reason: "Master, what kind of injury did you get? Could it be that you can't use your spiritual energy anymore?"

Sure enough, it was the boss, whose IQ was a bit higher than that of ordinary villains. Han Qingyun did not answer to show his acquiescence, and directly gave the next strategy: "Promise her to join the Devil's Cult, and then ask her to return to Tianwenzong."

"It's impossible for her to answer..." Xing Luo's words were ordinary, and he immediately figured out the key point, "Master, I understand."

"Young master, you are going to Islam with me!" Hua Ruoliu was already stomping her feet anxiously, holding a handful of corpse poison powder in her hand, she glanced at Han Qingyun from time to time, ready to throw him in the face at any time.

Xing Lao simply said: "Okay."

"Young master! I beg... huh?" Hua Ruoliu was taken aback, "What did you just say?"

Xing Luo was calm and calm, completely different from Han Qingyun's tone of consciousness: "Okay, I will return to the Devil's Cult."

"You've finally figured it out." Hua Ruoliu took the corpse poison powder, replaced it with pincers, and pointed at Han Qingyun.

"What are you doing?" Xing Lao raised his hand vigilantly in front of Han Qingyun.

"Of course I abolished him to avenge you."

Xing Lao opened his palm, ready to call out the ghost knife at any time: "Don't touch him, if there is revenge, it's not your turn to do anything unnecessary."

"Okay." Hua Ruoliu sighed impatiently, "You value love and righteousness, and take into account this unwarranted teacher-student relationship, then I won't move him, let's go."

"I will return to the Devil's Cult, but not now." Seeing her retracting the pincers, Xing Luo also closed his palms, but still stood in front of Han Qingyun.

Hua Ruoliu's voice suddenly rose: "Why?"

"I still need to go back to Tianwenzong first, and find a way to break the curse on my body."

In the original book, Xing Luo answered in this way. At that time, this was indeed his purpose. Afterwards, he was always in the sect, looking for a solution to the curse, but now, he is just perfunctory.

Hua Ruoliu thought for a while, and finally nodded: "Young master, you are right, but Ruoliu didn't think about it. You should prepare these, and don't be bullied by these self-proclaimed righteous spiritualists. If you need my help, feel free to Send me a message."

She handed a kit to Xing Luo, Xing Luo glanced at it, and took it casually: "You go, master...he is about to wake up, and I have to go back to Tianwenzong, so it is inconvenient to reveal my identity."

"What the young master said is true." Hua Ruoliu withdrew the barrier, saluted, and finally left.

"It's finally dismissed..." Han Qingyun let out a long breath, got up from Xing Luo, realized that he had lost his composure, straightened his back immediately, and said seriously, "Master... the corpse poison in just now is a bit special, which caused the aura to be blocked , it will recover on its own in a few days."

"Master, don't worry, in the past few days, this disciple will be with you and will never let you have any mistakes." Xing Luo saluted.

Sure enough, he was still a good apprentice, Han Qingyun nodded in relief, although he was injured a little, but he finally passed the first level, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

Xing Luo stood up straight, and when he saw this smile, he was stunned. It turned out that the master who was as cold as ice could also laugh.

The world of comprehension commented that Hua Ruoliu, the witch of the Demon Sect, has a poisonous smile and can charm all living beings. If they see Master's smile, they will definitely think that Hua Ruoliu is nothing more than mediocre.

Realizing that Xing Luo was staring blankly at her face, Han Qingyun coughed in embarrassment.

"Master, I'll heal your wounds first." Xing Luo came back to his senses and took out the wound medicine.

"Small injury, it's okay." After delaying for so long, Han Qingyun no longer felt the pain from the wound, and the blood stopped by itself. Compared with the wound, the clothes on her body were even worse.

The disciple's robe full of immortality was torn and dirty, and the skirt was covered with gray and white dust. Han Qingyun had no choice but to raise his wide sleeves, and patted the dust off his body. Only after smelling it did he realize that it was the corpse poison powder that the goddess of flowers like willows sprinkled flowers in the temple just now.

"Xing Luo, hold your breath!"

Xing Luo didn't ask the reason, and immediately obeyed the master's words, but because Han Qingyun said these words too much, he sucked a mouthful of corpse poison powder, fell backwards, and fainted again...

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Xing Luo: I feel that I have been seduced.

Han Qingyun: It's not that I don't have one.