Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

The white silk sash fell down like a waterfall of snow, and Han Qingyun was so painful that he grabbed a silk sash with both hands, holding it tightly like a life-saving straw.

The silk sash was pulled straight and tight, and Han Qingyun exerted all her strength to resist the pain.

The newly congealed wound on the arm burst, and the blood gushed out, dyed the wide sleeves, covered the bedding, dyed the red silk sash, and merged with Xing Lao's blood.

The blood was like a sharp knife, stinging Xing Luo, making his rationality swallowed by hostility finally struggle to surface.

He got up nervously and hastily, panting heavily for a while, turned his head after he calmed down, and said dully: "Master, I'm sorry, I..."

Han Qingyun rubbed the sore spot, but luckily he just raised his head and was not injured.

He straightened his clothes, sat next to Xing Luo, and hugged him gently: "I know, it's not your fault."

The wounds of both of them were completely cracked, and Han Qingyun had to reapply medicine for Xing Luo. As for his wound, Xing Luo healed him in a short while.

Does Qiongqi's saliva have a healing effect?Thinking about it, Han Qingyun stretched out a finger, touched Xing Luo's jaw, and then carefully wiped it on the wound on Xing Luo's forehead.

The wound is still grim, and there is no tendency to heal at all.

Still need medical treatment.Han Qingyun didn't express his thoughts this time.

Fortunately, Xing Luo's physique was excellent, and he recovered quickly. Within a few days, the wound on his body scabbed and healed.In the past few days, Han Qingyun has been paying attention to Xing Luo's hostility all the time, without the interference of others, under his comfort, Xing Luo's hostility has reduced a lot, except for his eyes, his whole body no longer overflows with hostility.

However, Han Qingyun knew very well that this calm was only temporary, and if he was a little careless, his anger might be detonated again at any time.

Woke up early this day, Hua Ruoliu came to the hall to say hello, Xing Luo and Han Qingyun's hug was interrupted, and his hostility became stronger.

"Ah Luo, why don't we look elsewhere for a solution?" Han Qingyun asked tentatively.

Xing Luo tried to suppress the hostility, but it didn't have much effect: "Where are you going?"

Han Qingjun sift through all the cities and towns in the whole mainland, and finally said: "Ningzhou City has a lot of books, how about going there?"

Now that Xing Luo has become the young master of the Demon Sect, the news must have spread throughout the cultivation world. If he appears in an open and aboveboard manner, he will inevitably be in danger.Han Qingyun put on the veiled hat for him, and she also changed into Tian Wenzong's disciple's clothes, and changed into an inconspicuous white robe, and also covered her face with the veiled hat.

There is Dan Dingzong stationed in Ningzhou City, and there are many eyeliners. Han Qingyun was worried that Xing Lao's identity would be exposed, so he bought a hut in a village not far from the city to live in.

The hut has been vacant for a long time, and it was slightly damaged. Xing Lao repaired the roof, and when he entered the door, he hugged Han Qingyun from behind: "Master, after my anger is gone, let's not ask about the cultivation world anymore, and find a place away from the hustle and bustle. land, build a hut, and live like this, okay?"

Han Qingyun put down half of the mattress, touched his head, and kissed him on the side: "Okay."

Han Qingyun made a plan. He planned to go to the Xiuzhen Fair in Ningzhou City for a day, and sweep away all the books on hostility, beasts, and ancient legends, and then stayed here to study slowly.

Early the next morning, the two headed to Ningzhou City.

After searching the bookstore for a round, Han Qingyun felt that these books were like wild books, and there were not many of them, so he asked the shopping guide to call the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper rummaged around, and according to Han Qingyun's request, he found another dozen books in the back warehouse: "It's all here. Few cultivators study these. The sales of this kind of books are not good, and most of the stores don't buy them. , I already have the most."

"Where do the goods come from?" Han Qingyun asked, "Are there more books in the place where the goods are purchased?"

"It's almost the same as here." The shopkeeper flipped through the goods book, "the goods are all copies, and if they can't be sold, no one will copy them. If you want to see more, I suggest you visit Tian Wenzong. God Wenzong's book collection hall is vast, and it is the place with the most books in the entire cultivation world."

This is also the place Han Qingyun least wants to take Xing Luo to at this moment...

Forget it, study the books at hand first, maybe you can find a way.

Han Qingyun frowned slightly, and put the book in the Qiankun bag.

Xing Luo stood in front of Han Qingyun, lifted the veil as if feeling something, rubbed the center of his brows, and took out a piece of pear blossom cake as if by magic, and handed it to Han Qingyun's mouth.

Han Qingyun took a bite out of his hand, and sure enough, delicious food is a good medicine for curing negative emotions. He immediately gained confidence, thinking that there must be a solution in this pile of books, and maybe he would find a solution when he went back to the first book.

Walking out of the comprehension market, the Chinese lights in Ningzhou City were first lit, and the shouts of the night market came one after another, accompanied by the smell of various foods.

It has been so long since I came to this world, most of the time I spent most of my time on the snow peak with abstinence, occasionally eating bland food, and even sneaking around, at this moment, when I smell these mixed sweet, spicy, and salty smells, Han Qingyun His heartstrings were hooked at once.

"What do you want to eat, master?" Xing Luo bought a bunch of candied haws nearby and sent them to Han Qingyun, with a docile appearance, just like when they first came to Ningzhou City.

Han Qingyun took a bite of a candied haws, and the sweet and sour taste immediately overflowed in his mouth: "Bring more dry goods home, save them and eat slowly."

He only said this sentence, Xing Lao moved quickly, and bought all the food that was easy to store in the entire night market.

Han Qingyun looked through his Qiankun bag, most of which were sweets, then pointed to a barbecue stall not far away and said: "Let's eat barbecue, you must like it."

The fresh pork chops are grilled on the charcoal fire, and a layer of tempting oil is baked. The hawker turns the meat over, sprinkles seasonings and spices, and finally sprinkles a handful of green onions, looking up and shouting: "Fresh pork chops, come out of the oven!" I!"

His voice called out many passers-by, and before the passers-by opened their mouths, Xing Luo paid the money with a wave of his hand: "I want this stove."

"Okay!" The hawker quickly wrapped the steak with fat, tied it with a red string, and handed it to Xing Lao, "Close the stall!"

Passers-by just gathered around, and when they heard this sentence, they shook their heads in disappointment and left. Xing Luo uncovered a corner of the oiled paper bag, and Han Qingyun immediately tore a small piece of meat, pulled off the veil, and stuffed it into Xing Lao's mouth.

"It's so hot!" Han Qingyun rubbed her red fingers and slapped Xing Lao.

Xing Luo smiled and suddenly grabbed the finger next to his mouth, licked off the oil and seasoning on it, also tore a piece of meat, blew it, and put it into Han Qingyun's mouth.

The two fed you one mouthful and the other one mouthful all the way, and left the night market without noticing that there were a few disciples of the Dandingzong behind them, whispering to their backs.

"That man is Peak Master Han? Didn't it mean that he was taken away by the young master of the Demon Sect, why is he here?"

"The man in black next to him is Xing Luo!"

Perhaps it was the blessing of delicious food, but Han Qingyun really found a way to eliminate hostility in the first book.

Hostility comes from desire. Appetite, greed, love, and desire are the hotbeds of hostility. If you want to get rid of hostility, you must have a pure heart with few desires, and your heart is like still water...

It was precisely because of his love for his wife that Xing Luo's father finally broke out in hostility, and it was beyond redemption.

It seemed quite reasonable, Han Qingyun silently put away the gnawed candy cake.

The most important thing for Xing Lao at the moment is love. Han Qingyun recalled carefully that it was not long after the spell was completely broken that Xing Luo became angry.

"A Luo." Han Qingyun called out.

Xing Lao was roasting corn for him, and the one on hand happened to be cooked, so he sent it to Han Qingyun: "Master, come here."

Han Qingyun raised his hand and put it down again, not taking the corn cob: "Ah Luo, why don't we sleep in separate rooms for a few days?"

There are two wing rooms in this house, but the curtain of one of them has never been lifted.

"Why?" Xing Luo's face darkened.

Han Qingyun showed him the book, and Xing Luo's eyes leaked a ray of hostility. He took the book, a flame ignited in his hand, and immediately burned the book to ashes.

With such a big reaction, it seems that it is really necessary to restrain yourself.

Han Qingjun rubbed his head soothingly, and coaxed: "Let's try it for a few days and see if it works."

Xing Luo was silent for a long time, and after the hostility in his eyes dissipated, he nodded slowly, and moved the bedding and pillows to the next door.

On the first day, Han Qingyun woke up in the middle of the night and saw Xing Luo sitting beside him.

The next day, Han Qingyun set up a restraint in his room. In the middle of the night, he was worried and wanted to go to Xing Lao's room to have a look. As soon as he left the room, he saw Xing Lao sitting in the middle of the room like a stone pile, his anger was like boiling water Like steam, it rises faintly above his head.

On the third day, Han Qingyun simply placed a restraint on Xing Luo's couch to prevent him from running around at night.

The next day...

As soon as Han Qingjun stepped into Xing Luo's room, he was entangled in a real hostility and dragged him to Xing Luo.

Xing Luo opened his mouth and bit his ear, until he tasted the blood beads, the hostility gradually weakened.

This method obviously doesn't work, even if it works, the speed of its effect is far behind the speed of Xing Lao's explosion.

Han Qingyun could only give up, moved Xing Lao's bedding and pillows back to her side, and tried other methods she found.

Herbs, elixir, exorcism... Han Qingyun tried one by one, but none of them worked.Fortunately, compared to restraining desires, these methods are relatively mild and did not arouse Xing Lao's hostility.

I have read all the books, and there is one last method I haven't tried, which is bloodletting.It is said that hostile energy is hidden in the blood energy, and in the state of excessive blood loss, people will become weak, and the hostile energy will also be weakened. If you want to completely remove the hostile energy, you need to empty the blood, and then inject pure new blood. Can be reborn.

Han Qingyun didn't want to use this method, it seemed unreliable, even if it was true, it would be too dangerous.After Xing Luo saw it, he stretched out his hand resolutely: "Master, try it."

"No, I'll think of other ways." Han Qingyun flatly refused.

Xing Luo took Han Qingyun's hand and bit his thumb, the blood dripped out of the skin, Xing Luo sucked it into his mouth: "Master's blood must be the purest, lend me some at that time, and nothing will happen."

"Really?" Han Qingyun was skeptical, and carefully read the method in the book twice, saying that as long as a bowl of pure new blood is ingested, the person full of hostility can be reborn.

It sounds incredible that a bowl of blood equals a whole body of blood.

"No." Han Qingyun still refused, which was a gamble on his life.

Xing Luo's state is still good recently, although his hostility has not become stronger, if he can maintain it like this, there will be no major problems, it's better than nine deaths and bloodletting.

"Master." Xing Luo suddenly hugged Han Qingyun, "I must get rid of my hostility, otherwise I will be afraid..."

I am afraid that he will be like his father, controlled by hostility, lose his mind, kill innocent people indiscriminately, and even hurt the person he loves the most.

Han Qingyun smelled a strong smell of blood, and pushed Xing Luo away, only to see a wound on his wrist with deep visible bone, and blood was gushing out.

For such a serious wound, even the best wound medicine could not stop the bleeding immediately, and Xing Luo even catalyzed the spiritual power of his whole body to make the blood flow faster.

"A Luo, stop!" Han Qingyun hurriedly touched the wound medicine for him, and the medicine was washed away by the blood flow just after it touched the wound.

He tore off his wide sleeves and wrapped them tightly around Xing Luo's forearm, but this modern emergency hemostasis method was completely useless under the impact of Xing Luo's spiritual power.

Xing Luo's face turned pale, his lips faded, and his hostility became bleak due to the loss of vitality.

"Blood...my blood..." Han Qingyun hurriedly fetched a bowl, cut his wrist and let the blood out.

The moment Xing Luo saw his blood, his pupils shrank slightly, and the hostility overflowed again.

"Ah Luo! This method doesn't work, stop it!" Han Qingyun held the bowl and handed it to Xing Luo, blood dripping from his wrist fell to the ground.

Xing Luo stared at the wound on Han Qingyun's wrist, and withdrew his spiritual power, and the blood flow slowed down immediately.

He took the bowl of blood and handed it to his mouth. Just as Xing Luo was about to drink it, the window sash behind Han Qingyun was suddenly knocked open, and a person came in with his hands stretched forward. The clenched fingers were filled with pincers. Needle.

Xing Luo embraced Han Qingyun and turned around, the bowl fell to the ground with a bang, blood splattered everywhere.

The intruder's eyes were loose, his face was pale, and he was actually a corpse puppet.

Han Qingyun summoned Huai Bing and stabbed at the person who came. When he was about to pierce the man's heart, he found a scratch on the shoulder of the "corpse puppet", which was bleeding bright red, and it was clearly a living person.

With a turn of the sword's edge, it brushed against the ears of the "living puppet".

The living puppet did not stop its attack, and a bunch of pincers stabbed at it.

Xing Luo stretched out his hand to hold it, and blocked the pincers with his palm, and the Yingxin knife appeared from his palm, stabbing at the living puppet's face.

Han Qingyun held Xing Luo's wrist, turned the tip of the knife, and stabbed the living puppet's shoulder.

The blood slid down along the edge of the lingering knife, and black hostility rose up where it passed. The hostility climbed up the handle of the knife, wrapped around Xing Luo's fingers, and burrowed into the gap in his wrist like a black snake.