Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Han Qingyun was stunned for a long time, until the charcoal in the brazier was burned out, Zuo Jueming came to add charcoal again, he still didn't move a bit, staring at the brazier, his shoulders were shivering with cold, but he didn't realize that he was going to wear a fox fur .

Zuo Jueming picked up the new charcoal, and deliberately knocked on the rim of the basin with the tongs, making an ear-piercing bang bang sound.

Han Qingyun finally had a reaction, turned his head slowly, looked at Zuo Jueming, and said dully: "Who are you..."

"Master, I'm Jue Ming, your true disciple." Zuo Jue Ming said calmly, "You were injured while dealing with the beast. It's normal that you don't remember anything."

Han Qingyun was stunned for a while, then suddenly said: "No, you are not my true disciple."

"Then who am I? Who is your true disciple?" Zuo Jueming asked sharply.

Han Qingyun thought desperately, his head ached, but he still couldn't think of anything, but said flatly: "It's not you."

Zuo Jueming snorted coldly, dropped the tongs, turned his head and left.

Han Qingyun picked up the tongs and stirred the charcoal fire. His mind was empty and his heart was empty, as if something important had been lost, but he couldn't find any clues.

"It's so cold..." He let go of the tongs, hugged himself with both hands, collapsed, and walked behind the partition.

The hall is not big, only a pair of desks are placed.

Han Qingjun observed the table, but still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why, so he slowly returned to the couch, and continued to stare at the only heat source in the room.

"Master, are you feeling better?" Xiao Yunshui brought the freshly brewed soup and put Han Qingyun in fox fur.

Han Qingyun took it dumbly, drank it slowly, his fingertips and lips were red from the heat, and he didn't react much.

"Master." Xiao Yunshui squatted down, letting Han Qingyun, who lowered his head slightly, look him in the face, "Do you recognize me?"

Han Qingyun recognized it for a long time, shook his head, and asked, "Where is my true disciple?"

Xiao Yunshui's eyes moved slightly: "Who is your true disciple?"

Han Qingyun thought for a while and said, "I don't know..."

Xiao Yunshui tied up the fox fur for him, added some charcoal to the fire, and left.

"Master!" It was Murong Haotian who came this time, he excitedly ran to the brazier, threw two corns into it, "I'll roast corn for you!"

Han Qingyun looked at the corn, and slowly moved his eyes. After seeing Murong Haotian over there, he lowered his eyes and stared at the brazier.

Murong Haotian sat down on the couch boldly, and took out a pack of glutinous rice cakes from his arms: "Master, I just stole them from the cafeteria this afternoon, and they are still hot."

The rice cake was hot and white, and Han Qingyun looked at it, but felt that it was like a ball of pale snow, cold and desolate.

Murong Haotian brought the roasted corn to his mouth, Han Qingyun was scalded, turned his head away, and finally didn't eat anything.

Murong Haotian walked out of the room with his head down, feeling that the corn cake in his hand was no longer fragrant.

"Master is still the same?" Xiao Yunshui asked in a low voice.

Murong Haotian nodded: "What should I do? It's been five days, has Master always been like this?"

Xiao Yunshui's face was full of sadness, and he was silent in thought.Murong Haotian squeezed his sleeve: "Second Senior Brother, why don't we let Senior Uncle Qi take a look?"

Xiao Yunshui had already gone to invite him once. At that time, Qi Xia was busy treating the disciple injured by Xing Lao, but Zhong Baichuan stared at her so tightly that she couldn't leave.

"We'll go later." Xiao Yunshui said.

At the time of Chou, when everything was silent, a flying sword crossed the sky and landed on Xianling Peak.

Xiao Yunshui and Murong Haotian knocked on the door of Qi Xia's palace.

Qi Xia hadn't rested yet, sitting in front of the desk and dispensing medicine. The desk was covered with scattered herbs of various colors, and there was also a elixir full of needles.

"Uncle Qi, after taking the Wangchen Pill, the master doesn't remember anything. He looks like a walking corpse all day long. You should go and see him." Xiao Yunshui said.

"What do I think?" Qi Xia didn't raise her head, and added two long needles on the pill, "Wangchen pill lowers the abdomen, all the past and the past are forgotten, and people who have lived for more than a hundred years don't remember anything at once. , can you not be a dead body!"

"Uncle, can you..." Murong Haotian took Qi Xia's arm and shook it.

Qi Xia was weighing the medicine, her hands trembled and she almost fell down, she pushed Murong Haotian away with her elbow: "Don't move. If his illness needs to be cured, there is only one way, which is to take the Wangchen Pill. What does this mean?" ? He will become the same as five days ago, fighting against the entire Tianwen Sect and even the entire cultivation world for Xing Luo. In the end? To die with Xing Luo?"

Murong Haotian and Xiao Yunshui fell silent.

After a long time, Murong Haotian suddenly wanted to understand something, and said: "The suzerain fed Master the Wangchen Pill, saying it was for his own good, but he didn't ask Master if he would like it! Which one is better?"

Xiao Yunshui also said: "If the master wakes up, he will definitely go to save the elder brother. With the cultivation of the master, it is not a problem to escape from Tianwenzong. If they hide their names, or even hide in the demon sect, they don't need to die together."

"Master, please help Master." Murong Haotian hugged Qi Xia's hand again, "If you are willing to help us, I'll let you make divine grass soup again, okay?"

Qi Xia: "Two months."

"It's too long, it will be soaked, how about a month?" Murong Haotian stretched out a finger, bargaining.

Qi Xia wrapped up the prepared medicinal materials: "One and a half months."

Murong Haotian struggled for a while, and said generously, "deal!"

The night at Mingzhao Peak was as cold as an ice cave, when Xiao Yunshui and his party walked into Xing Luo's house against the wind and snow, Han Qingjun did not rest.

The brazier had been extinguished, and he was sitting on the edge in a daze, the fox fur on his right shoulder had slipped off, and the fingers exposed under the wide sleeve were red from the cold.

"This is not Wangchen, it's clearly lovesickness." The poor thing is that he can't even remember the person he loves.Qi Xia babbled about the suzerain's cruelty, and gave Xiao Yunshui the medicine package.

Murong Haotian ignited the brazier and arranged the fox fur for Han Qingyun.

Not long after, Xiao Yunshui brought the medicine, and Han Qingyun didn't ask what it was, and slowly drank the smoking medicine like a puppet on a string.

"This is madness..." Qi Xia saw the blistered corners of his mouth, took out the ointment and wiped it on him.

After a cup of tea, the medicine took effect, and Han Qingyun's dull eyes gradually recovered.

He raised his head, saw the three people in front of him, closed his eyes tightly, adjusted to the memories rushing into his mind, and opened his eyes instantly: "Where is Ah Luo?"

Xing Luo's condition is not very good at the moment, Xiao Yunshui can't say it for a while.

Murong Haotian didn't care about it, and immediately said: "Eldest brother was stabbed several times, the blood almost drained, and now he is being imprisoned in the training hall behind Tianwen Hall, tied with six spirit ropes."

Han Qingyun got up suddenly, his legs that had been inactive for a few days suddenly went numb, and he almost fell, and he was about to rush out as he stabilized his body.

"Wait." Qi Xia pulled him back and pressed his shoulders to let him sit down.

"Don't stop me!" Han Qingyun waved Qi Xia's hand away.

Qi Xia gave Xiao Yunshui a wink, and the two clasped Han Qingyun's hands to restrain him.

"I think you have also been eroded by hostility." Qi Xia said angrily, "Listen to me first. I can let you go to save Xing Luo, but you have to think clearly, there is no turning back from here , you, like him, will become the enemy of the entire cultivation world."

"I know. But I can't give up on him." Han Qingyun said solemnly.

Qi Xia took out a bunch of bottles and jars from the Qiankun bag, and stuffed them into Han Qingyun's Qiankun bag: "There are wound medicine, antidote, painkiller, typhoid medicine...in short, you have all the medicine you want. You betrayed me." I won’t stop the world of comprehension, but we still have to hang around. If it’s found out that we let you go, everyone will be in a hurry. Call your Huai Bing out.”

Han Qingyun summoned Huaibing out of nowhere.

Qi Xia closed her eyes, frowned, and said, "Stabbed us with a sword. You injured your fellow disciple and escaped by yourself, and it has nothing to do with us."

How could Han Qingyun let go, tears filled his eyes: "Why...why did you help me like this?"

"Xing Luo didn't do any evil. I have long since disliked their argument that birth determines good and evil. If I hadn't cultivated enough and had to rely on the sect to obtain elixir, I would have gone out to practice medicine." Qi Xia said, "Hurry up and start, the more I think about it, the more painful it will be."

Seeing that Han Qingyun hadn't raised his sword yet, Xiao Yunshui suddenly moved to his side, held his hand, and stabbed Huaibing on the shoulder.

"Yunshui, you..." Tears flowed from Han Qingyun's eyes, and he drew his sword to give Xiao Yunshui medicine.

"Master, this injury is not serious." Xiao Yunshui stopped him, and said while pressing the wound, "Yunshui was framed when he was a child, saying that I stole money and was dragged to the street and beaten. All the witnesses saved me and brought me back to Tianwenzong."

Xiao Yunshui smiled and said: "Master, you believe in me, and I believe in you too. If you think that senior brother will not do evil, then he will definitely not do evil."

Murong Haotian also rushed to the sword, stared at the tip of the sword for a long time, but failed to stab: "Eldest senior brother kicked me, but he is not a villain, I am a secret realm demon spirit, this can still be felt!"

"Oh! Forget it, your heart is too soft." Qi Xia waved Han Qingyun away in disgust, opened the Qiankun bag, and turned the contents inside upside down like a goddess scattered flowers, and found the only one left. He took a bottle of drug, wiped it on Murong Haotian's face, and sniffed it with the tip of his nose.

Qi Xia fell down unsteadily, closed her eyes and said, "Take the drug... away..."

"Why am I okay?" Murong Haotian stood on the spot perfectly, and Han Qingyun stared at him with big eyes, suddenly tilted his head in a heartfelt way, ran towards the beam, and slammed into it heroically, slipped and fell to the ground, with his feet on the ground Lie down, unconscious.

"Master, let's go, take Xing Luo as far as possible." Xiao Yunshui patted his disciple's token lightly, "If you need help, this disciple is always there."

Before Han Qingyun came to this world, apart from the tears she had when she was a child, she only cried once when her parents passed away.

He used to look down on men crying, but now he understands that apart from farewell, there are still many times when only tears can express overly intense emotions, such as the helplessness of seeing his lover hurt and suffering, or the guilt and gratitude overflowing from his heart now.

With his vision blurred, he wiped away his tears heavily, bit his lower lip, and resolutely left Ming Zhao Peak.

Before dawn, the mountains in the early morning are like black giant beasts, dormant on the earth.

Han Qingyun Yujian came to the training hall, opened the bottle of drug just now, easily charmed several guard disciples, and opened the door to enter.

He was holding the drug, ready to charm at all times, but found that there was no one on duty in the hall.Xing Luo was so hostile that no one dared to be in the same room with him.

Xing Luo was tied up in the center of the training hall, each limb was bound by a spirit-binding rope, tied to a thick post behind him, two spirit-binding ropes were wrapped around his neck, and the other end of the rope was tied to an iron chain hanging from the top beam , so that he had to hold his head high.

His eyes were closed tightly, his whole body was covered with dried blood, only the faint ups and downs of his chest, and the black hostility lingering around his body proved that he was still alive.

Han Qingyun untied the tying rope around his neck, and rubbed the purple bruises painfully: "A Luo, wake up, I will take you away."

Xing Luo didn't move, and Han Qingyun liberated his limbs again, rummaged through to find the pills for nourishing qi and blood, fed them to him, and used his spiritual power to help him absorb the medicine.

The spiritual power sent the medicinal effect into the meridians of the whole body, Xing Luo finally opened his eyes, but they were scarlet red.

As if seeing the prey he had wanted for a long time, Xing Luo's pupils shrank suddenly, and suddenly he clasped Han Qingyun firmly with both hands, and bit his carotid artery.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel for the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of drizzle; 1 bottle of Bian Deng de

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