Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Outside the gate of Tianwen Zong Mountain, a man in white came with a sword, his robes and sleeves fluttered in the wind, his hair was raised like black ink, his brows were slightly frown, his expression tense, like a banished fairy who was disturbed by mortal things.

When the mountain guard disciple saw the person coming, he immediately opened the mountain gate, looked at him complicatedly for a moment, then bowed his body and saluted: "Master Han, the suzerain and the elders have been waiting for you for a long time."

Han Qingyun didn't respond either, and flew straight to the library hall.

The disciple guarding the mountain immediately pressed down the disciple's jade tablet: "Sect Master, Master Hanfeng is back and is heading towards the Library Hall."

The library hall was as silent as ever.During this period of time, all the members of the Zongmen rebelled because of Xing Lao, Han Qingjun was captured, and the library hall, which was already sparsely populated, was left unattended, and the refreshing incense on the table had long been burned.

Han Qingyun twisted the incense prepared on the side, crushed it and put it into the incense burner, and ignited it with a talisman - if there was no incense for refreshing, facing so many books, he would fall asleep if he didn't pay attention.

Now that he knew how to use the Library Hall like the back of his hand, he quickly summoned the bookshelves he needed.

Tianwenzong's collection of books is indeed larger than the number in the market, and most of them are orthodox books. There are all kinds of original books, engraved books, and manuscripts, and there are also many ancient books that have been lost to the outside world.

Han Qingyun quickly found a few books related to hostility, and under the guidance of the guiding magic weapon, he found the information he wanted.

Hostility is different from demonic energy, it does not need to be cultivated, it is born with ferocious beasts.Lust, killing, and blood will all increase hostility.Legend has it that only the divine beast Bai Ze can purify hostility, but Bai Ze has already perished.

Is there no solution?

Han Qingyun quickly turned the pages of the book. When Xing Lao's hostility appeared, his proper comfort could also weaken the hostility. There must be other ways.

"Qingyun."

There was a voice calling from behind, Han Qingyun paused with his fingertips, saw that it was Zhong Baichuan who came, and continued to bury his head in the book: "Sect Master, after everything is settled, I will give an explanation to the entire cultivation world."

"How to end it?" Zhong Baichuan said, "Now that Xing Luo has become the young master of the Demon Sect, unless you bring him and hand him over to the cultivators, otherwise when disaster strikes, even if you apologize with death, it will be impossible to end it." .”

It was rumored that Han Qingyun was kidnapped by Xing Luo, and Han Qingyun knew that this must be a lie spread by Zhong Baichuan for his reputation and Tianwenzong's reputation.

"I won't bring him to die." Han Qingyun said.

Zhong Baichuan showed sullen expression: "Qingyun, why are you so obsessed! As the son of Qiongqi, and now he is the young master of the Demon Cult, he must die!"

Han Qingyun finally looked away from the pages of the book: "He didn't join the Demon Cult voluntarily, and if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't go to the Sea of ​​Life and Death. He didn't do anything wrong from beginning to end, so why should he die?"

"There are so many pairs of eyes in the cultivation world. If you don't get rid of him, you will join him. The cultivation world will never tolerate you again. If you insist on protecting him, you will be punished together with him." Zhong Baichuan said, "He It will be eliminated in the end, why should you take another life."

"I just want to protect Xinglao!" Han Qingyun said word by word, "He devoted himself to cultivation, even if he was bullied by his fellow disciples, he still stuck to his heart. Every task is completed excellently, how is it different from ordinary spiritual disciples. If there is one, Xing Luo is better than them. Shouldn't I protect such a disciple?"

Zhong Baichuan: "Back then when the devil's hostility erupted and he killed Lingxiu, your master and uncles all perished in this battle. Have you forgotten? One day Xing Lao will fight with his father as well." Same, become the nightmare of the whole mortal world."

"Nightmare?" Han Qingyun sneered desolately, "If the spiritual cultivators were not aggressive, kidnapping his flesh and blood, and hurting his wife, how could the devil burst out with anger? This nightmare was caused by spiritual cultivation."

"Qingyun!" Zhong Baichuan slapped his palm on the table angrily, "How can you say such rebellious words! Take a good look at the ancient books in your hand, Qiongqi is an ancient beast with a hostile spirit, he appeared in the mortal world , is a disaster that may break out at any time, even if you don't do evil for a while, it will definitely cause disasters in the world in the future, we should naturally take precautions and get rid of it as soon as possible."

Han Qingyun followed with a slap, shaking the corners of the case to pieces: "Only based on a few words in the book, based on your guesswork, you can determine an unfounded future, and then use this crime that never happened to judge people as good and evil. Sentencing people to death? Is this the way spiritual practitioners follow?"

"Qingyun, you..." Zhong Baichuan was gasping for breath, and it took him a while to calm down a little, and he sat down by the case and did not speak.

Han Qingyun ignored him and flipped through the book by himself.

Zhong Baichuan looked at Han Qingyun's back, raised his forehead to think, and finally stood up with determination, took out a piece of incense from the Qiankun bag, and put it in the incense burner quietly: "Forget it, think about it again." After finishing speaking, he brushed his sleeves and left go.

Not long after, footsteps came from behind, and Han Qingyun said impatiently: "Sect Master, you don't need to persuade me anymore, I won't..."

"No what?"

With a familiar voice close to her ear, Han Qingyun turned her head suddenly: "A Luo, why are you here?"

"Where the master is, I will be there." Xing Luo's mouth curled up into a smile, but it was not as meek as before, black hostility emerged from the corners of his eyes, with a bit of evil spirit.

"You go back first, and I'll go back as soon as I finish checking these." Han Qingyun kept looking towards the door, for fear that someone would come in and see Xing Luo.

Xing Luo blocked Han Qingyun's sight and hugged him: "Master, don't look at it, would you not know if I entered the Shanmen sect?"

"Ah Luo, go back first if you are obedient. If someone blocks you, I will open the way for you." Han Qingyun pushed Xing Luo away.

Xing Luo stepped back, put his hands on the table, and knocked over the incense burner.

The dense smoke fragrance overflowed, his pupils shrank slightly, and he picked up a piece of incense that was not yet burned: "Master, did you burn this incense?"

"I ignited it, what's wrong?" Han Qingyun was puzzled.

Xing Luo sneered, and his hostility slowly rose like smoke: "It turns out that Master likes Mongolian sweat medicine so much?"

In the Demon Cult's attempt to stun him, it can still be said that it was for protection.What about this moment?What is the purpose of trying to stun him in Tianwenzong?Is it all a hoax?Master deliberately waited for him to wake up before leaving the Demon Sect, just to lure him to Tianwenzong?Are you pretending to be acting here again at this moment?

As soon as this idea appeared, it was enveloped by hostility and filled Xing Luo's mind.

He squeezed a handful of residual incense vigorously, and the incense ash fell from between his fingers on the case: "Master, you lied to me again."

"I didn't..." Han Qingyun hadn't finished speaking when the door of the library hall was pushed open.

The elders of Tianwen Zongfeng's master, his personal disciples, and the disciples of the inner sect, led by Zhong Baichuan and Fang Xiaolan, all stood outside the gate.

As soon as Zhong Baichuan gave an order, the disciples surrounded him with long swords and magic weapons.

"Stop!" Han Qingyun drew out an ice sword in his arms, drawing an arc on the ground in front of him, and the protective spell rose accordingly.

However, at the next moment, he suddenly felt dizzy, the condensed spiritual power collapsed, and the protective spell dissipated.

Xiao Yunshui had quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately supported Han Qingyun with an inner disciple on the left and right, and helped him stay away from Xing Luo.

Zuo Jueming brushed past them, and with his long sword, he released countless sword qi and charged straight at Xing Luo, while the disciples behind him lined up to attack Xing Luo from all directions.

Xing Luo let out a gloomy laugh, his eyes staring at Han Qingyun were as red as blood, and the hostility seemed to be planted on his shoulders, black smoke gushed out continuously and grew upward.

He slashed out with the sword in his heart, and with a strong hostility, he swept around his body and scattered the sword energy that attacked him.The disciples with low cultivation levels were overturned on the spot, crashing into desks, pillars, and walls.

"Qingyun, did you see that, this is the good disciple you said!" Zhong Baichuan said heavily.

Han Qingyun felt weak all over, closed his eyes, pushed Qihai Lingli to his limbs, forcibly propped up his body, pushed away the disciples beside him, jumped forward, and landed in front of Xing Luo.

Xing Luo's knife has already swung towards a disciple, and he is about to cut off his head.

If he killed, the hostility would become even more arrogant, Han Qingyun immediately raised his arms, drove away Yingxin, and kicked away the disciple who was still trying to draw a sword.

Zuo Jueming led his disciples to attack again, but Han Qingyun exerted coercion and sternly shouted: "Everyone stop!"

For a moment no one dared to take a step forward.

Xing Luozhuo looked at Han Qingyun, but his pupils were covered in blood red, unable to reflect Han Qingyun's face.

"You lied to me..." He raised his heart and slashed towards Han Qingyun's neck.

Han Qingyun did not resist, and shouted: "A Luo!"

The Yingxin knife touched the skin and stopped suddenly.The blood flowed out, and wherever it passed, the hostility of the blade weakened.

The red in Xing Luo's eyes was swimming like a thin snake, and Han Qingyun's figure was looming in it. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and he suppressed Yingxin's progress with all his strength, and said with difficulty: "Master...no...no Will... lie to me..."

"I won't lie to you, put down the knife." Han Qingyun's feeling of powerlessness returned all over his body. He took a step towards Xing Luo with a weak footsteps, but it was difficult to stay awake. He blinked twice and fainted. .

"Master..." In Xing Luo's pupils, Han Qingyun slowly fell down, and the reflection in his eyes went out again, turning into a frightening flush, "You all, go die!!"

The hostility swelled up again, Zuo Jueming lifted the sword up, the moment the blade touched the blade, the hostility bounced off, Xing Luo grasped the palm of the void, the hostility turned into a black palm, and clasped Zuo Jueming's neck.

With a wave of Fang Xiaolan's long sword, the six peak masters of Wuxiu of Tianwenzong all attacked, and the six sharp swords stabbed at Xing Lao.

No matter how strong the hostility was, it was no match for the suppression of cultivation base and numbers. No.1 rescued Zuo Jueming, the second was knocked into the air, and the third four bullied one left and one right at the same time, and Xing Lao repelled the left one. The man was hit by a sword in the right rib. Immediately afterwards, Fang Xiaolan and another peak master flanked each other, and the two swords pierced through Xing Luo's left and right chests.

No one drew his sword, Xing Luo stood upright, blood mixed with hostility flowed out from the wound.He looked at Han Qingyun who was lying in front of him with unprojected eyes, tilted his head slightly, and his hostility burst out of his body suddenly.

The black hostility shook away everything around him, except for Han Qingyun, trying to drag him in.

Fang Xiaolan cut off the anger with a sword, dragged Han Qingyun back a few steps, Zhong Baichuan took over Han Qingyun, and the peak masters went up again.

Raising his teeth and claws, he groped around Xing Luo for a while, but he didn't touch anything he wanted, and finally returned to Xing Luo's body, forming a black spell, wrapping him tightly.

All the weapons were slashed and pierced on the protective spell, unable to invade for half a step, Xing Luo seemed to be hidden in an extremely tough cocoon.

"Bind the spirit rope!" Zhong Baichuan shouted.

The six peak masters quickly took out the spirit-binding ropes. The ropes were like long snakes, wrapped around Xing Luo's limbs and neck, and bound him tightly. up.

Zhong Baichuan let out a long sigh of relief, looked at Han Qingyun, shook his head helplessly, put a pill into Han Qingyun's mouth, lifted his chin, and guided him to swallow it: "Qingyun, this is all For your own good."

On the top of Mingzhao Peak, the strong wind raged, and the blizzard was carried by the wind and slapped on the simple doors and windows. The snow slag leaked in through the cracks of the windows, melted into ice water, dripped along the window edge, and wet the bedding on the window bed.

Han Qingyun woke up from the cold. There was a brazier on the side of the collapse, but he still felt very cold.

The coldness seemed to arise from within his body. He carefully identified that the coldness came from his chest, and then he used his spiritual power to check the meridians, but found nothing abnormal.

Zuo Jueming came in around the partition, bowed to Han Qingyun, and added a piece of charcoal to the brazier.

Han Qingyun watched his every move with blank eyes.

"Master." Seeing Han Qingyun in a daze, Zuo Jueming boldly waved his hand twice in front of his eyes, but Han Qingyun didn't respond at all, just like...

Like the living dead.