Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

The night is like water, and the bright moon is like frost.

Mingzhao Peak, which is covered with snow all the year round, stands alone, like a white crane proudly raising its neck, looking at the moon in the quiet night.

Four simple thatched huts on the snow peak are scattered in all directions, and the floating island in the center hangs in the air like a patron saint, blocking the moonlight and casting a shadow on one of the huts.

The window of the hut was open, and inside the window, Xing Luo sat cross-legged, facing the floating island with his eyes closed.

He clenched his fists with both hands to adjust the unreasonable hostility in his body. After a long time, it was still difficult to suppress.

He really wanted to rush down Mingzhao Peak, reason with a group of elders, and ask them why they targeted him, causing Master to run around with injuries for a day; he really wanted to rush to Xianling Peak, find the one that bit his Master Regardless of the reason, he cut him a few times to vent his anger; he even wanted to kill Xihefeng, and put the knife on Fang Xiaolan and Song Xiuyu's necks, so that they could never make trouble again.

Xing Luo knew very well that something was wrong with him, he shouldn't have these radical thoughts, what Master did was the most appropriate.

He didn't dare to turn his head, afraid that Han Qingyun would hate him when he woke up and saw him full of resentment.

Opening his eyes, Xing Luo only dared to stare at the floating island not far away, the black hostility looming in his slightly red pupils.

"A Luo?"

The clear and beautiful voice flowed into his ears like a cold spring, Xing Luo straightened his back in an instant, the hostility in his eyes seemed to be afraid of the soft call, it dissipated instantly, and the color of his pupils returned to normal.

The bright moon moved slowly, poking its head out from behind the floating island, and the moonlight shone into the window, shining on Xing Luo's face.

Xing Luo took a deep breath and confirmed that the abnormality had disappeared before turning around and sitting next to Han Qingyun: "Master, why are you awake? Is the wound hurting?"

Han Qingyun always felt uneasy in his sleep, and the original novel always appeared in his dreams, Xing Luo was swallowed by hostility. When he woke up, he saw that Xing Luo was not sleeping in the middle of the night, meditating in front of the window.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore, Junior Sister Qi's medicine is effective." Han Qingyun didn't want to go back to sleep, and sat up with Xing Luo's support, "What are you doing sitting by the window in the middle of the night?"

Xing Lao tidied up his quilt and let Han Qingyun lean on him: "I'm thinking about where today's chaos came from."

Han Qingyun briefly told Xing Luo the results and conclusions of the investigation of the living puppets on Xianling Peak.The best result is that these living puppets can be cured, and the best conclusion is that Xing Luo is not the murderer.

Xing Luo listened attentively, and after Han Qingyun finished speaking, after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Master, do you think the puppet poison was brought up from the mountain?"

"At present, this is the only possibility, but it's far-fetched. Do you have any other guesses?" Han Qingyun asked.

Xing Luo used spiritual power as a pen, and with his fingertips in the void, he briefly described all the routes of the candidates after they entered the mountain gate: "Now there are no living puppets under the mountain. If the puppet poison is outside the mountain, it will trigger the poison What happened must be in the Tianwen sect."

"I don't think so." Han Qingyun said, "The cause was massive blood loss, other than that, no other conditions were found."

"I don't think so either, so it's very likely that the puppet poison is in the Tianwen sect." Xing Luo pointed to an open space in the route, before the secret realm of the trial, where the candidates gathered for the last time.

Han Qingyun was always thinking about the original work, trying to find clues from it, but it seems that this is not an effective way at the moment.He rubbed his temples, temporarily driving the original plot out of his mind.

All the living puppets appeared on the sixth day of the trial, and the candidates had the same poison. Since the attack time was the same, the poisoning time must also be the same, so this gathering is the most likely to be poisoned by the puppet.

What did they do collectively?

"You suspect that the puppet poison is in the Bigu pill?" Han Qingyun suddenly realized, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong, "But when the Dan Dingzong sent the pill, the elders would do routine inspections, and they had never found out that it was poisonous. "

"Puppet poison is the poison of the magic cultivator's specialty. It has been improved this time. Can we really detect it without omission?" Xing Luo waved away the spiritual power map in the void, "In Ningzhou City, the plague poison caused the puppet Chaos. Dandingzong happens to be in Ningzhou City."

Only then did Bigu Pill be pointed at, what Han Qingyun thought was that during the delivery of the elixir, there might be a possibility of being tampered with by the demon cultivator, now Xing Luo simply pointed the finger at Dan Dingzong, Han Qingyun was a little at a loss.

As far as he knows, there is no magic cultivator in the Danding School, even if there is a magic cultivator mixed in, if there is a problem with the elixir, Master Huiming will definitely detect the abnormality.Dan Dingzong relied on this way to make a living, so he had no reason to shoot himself in the foot.

The two speculated so far and exchanged some more, but they still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

The next day, Han Qingyun was worried, so the voice transmission asked Qi Xia to check Bigu Pill, but found no problems, so she had to let it go, and set the conclusion of the cause of the chaos as the candidates who met at the foot of the mountain. A mortal who pretended to be a demon cultivator was secretly poisoned.

In order to avoid the leakage of the living puppet incident and affect the reputation of Tianwenzong, the candidates for this assessment, whether they pass or not, are all admitted into the door. What was originally a panic, everyone is happy in the end.

Han Qingyun had no intention of accepting apprentices, and couldn't bear Fang Xiaolan's confinement. A large number of new disciples knelt down at Mingzhao Peak to beg for apprentices from time to time, so they could only screen out a few outstanding ones from the list. Income from the inner door.

After all the dust settled, it returned to the seemingly peaceful days not long before the entrance trial.

However, Han Qingyun knew very well that this peace was only temporary. Even if Xing Lao's protective spell did not show any flaws, after the hundred-year period expired, he would still have to face countless cultivators who were hostile to him, let alone after that, The realm that will arouse his hostility breaks through the robbery.

Xing Luo's cultivation has grown rapidly, within half a year, he reached the golden core stage, and Han Qingyun cast a spell, forcing his cultivation to the end of the golden core stage, and within a month, Xing Lao's cultivation Breaking through the small realm again, Han Qingyun could only press down again.

In the first few times, Xing Luo didn't ask any questions, but just let Han Qingyun do what he did obediently. The incident was only three times. When Han Qingyun suppressed his cultivation for the fourth time, Xing Luo finally couldn't hold back, and asked: "Mr. Your Majesty, why don't you let me break through the Golden Core Realm?"

Han Qingjun had thought of an excuse long ago, and moved Xingluo's head without nervousness: "Your talent is too high, and your physique is a little different from ordinary people. I am worried that your thunder disaster is too dangerous. I will prepare everything for you , I will help you overcome the catastrophe."

Xing Luo chuckled lightly, noncommittal.

There was one more thing that gave Han Qingyun a headache, Xing Luo's ward had completely dissipated.

Obviously these days, he has been careful to keep a distance from Xing Luo, not letting him get any closer, but the shattering of the talisman is out of control.

Every night before going to bed, Han Qingyun would check to make sure that the fake protective spell he cast on Xing Luo was flawless, and sometimes it cracked due to bumps and bumps, and had to be repaired in time.He was worried all the time, but Xing Luo always had a look of enjoyment every time, indulging in the finger and palm of the two touching because of making up the spell, so that Han Qingyun couldn't even speak out if he wanted to blame.

At the foot of Mingzhao Peak, autumn leaves fall, and winter snow covers the mountains. When the warm wind blows the snow on the branches and blooms all over the mountains, the entire Tianwen Sect will also recover.

The number of times the peak masters of each peak came and went to the Lecture Hall increased, and the disciples who were a little lazy at first worked hard. The four disciples under Han Qingyun's daily practice of swords and swords also increased by an hour. Murong Haotian, who was in trouble, knew that he was holding a sword, and came to Han Qingyun and Xing Lao to ask for advice on swordsmanship.

The Dao Discussion Conference held every 30 years in the realm of comprehension is approaching. This conference will be held in Tianwenzong. A few days ago, the suzerain convened all the elders and disciples in the sect to hold a mobilization meeting on the main peak competition square. All the disciples seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood.

Han Qingyun picked up the magic book that was about to be smashed by him. He had already found the magic weapon to deal with Lei Jie, but this thing was as rare as it didn't exist in the world.

He buckled the book a little irritably, and pushed open the window sash. His four disciples were discussing each other two by two.

Murong Haotian lost his golden finger and kept his eight or nine-year-old figure. He didn't grow any more, and his cultivation base didn't improve quickly. At this moment, he was lifted onto the snow by the handle of a knife by Xing Lao, and turned on his back, playing tricks.

Han Qingyun looked at it for a while, dumbfounded, and heard the sound of weapons clashing on the other side getting more and more intense, so she couldn't help turning her head to look.

Zuo Jueming's long sword danced like afterimages. Xiao Yunshui's cultivation was not as good as his, and his sword was gentle. He was forced to block by such a fierce sword wind, and retreated steadily. The blade was across Xiao Yunshui's neck, thus ending the competition.

Zuo Jueming's sword was so fierce that Han Qingyun felt frightened just looking at it, and couldn't help but ring out, since he forged Xing Lao's knife and accepted Xing Lao as his true disciple, Zuo Jueming never greeted him in the future.

On weekdays, Han Qingyun only cared about Xing Luo and didn't pay much attention to the other disciples. Today, seeing Zuo Jue's aggressive style of play, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry.

He stared at Zuo Jueming for a long time, Zuo Jueming noticed his gaze, after hesitating for a while, under Xiao Yunshui's persuasion, he walked under the window.

"Master." Zuo Jueming put away his sword and saluted Han Qingyun.

Han Qingyun thought for a while, and encouraged him: "Jue Ming, your swordsmanship is really good, and you are willing to work hard. You will definitely get good results in this Dao Discussion Conference."

"Master." Zuo Jueming raised his head, his face was expressionless, and his tone was not happy. He didn't like this at all, and simply asked his dissatisfaction during these days, "Do you think that my talent is just Top grade, not as good as Xing Lao."

Han Qingyun immediately said: "I don't think so as a teacher."

Zuo Jueming didn't seem to have heard his words, and said unwillingly: "Master, I will definitely take the first place in this Dao Discussion Conference."

Han Qingyun understood what he meant, and he wanted to use his own ability to prove that only he was qualified to become a true disciple of Ming Zhaofeng.

Then, Zuo Jueming's self-talking voice made Han Qingyun feel bad.

He bit his words heavily, as if he would never allow things to backfire: "I will definitely be the strongest."

Before Han Qingyun had time to think about it, he pressed his fingertips on the center of Zuo Jueming's eyebrows. Fortunately, the aura under his fingertips was pure, and he was not yet possessed.

Han Qingyun only cared about Zuo Jueming, completely unaware that Xing Luo was not far away, watching him for a long time, when he touched Zuo Jueming, his eyes narrowed slightly and his brows frowned.

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Xing Luo: Master actually touched others, absolutely not allowed!

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