Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Hot blood gushed out of his neck, but not a single drop fell.Han Qingyun raised her neck, clearly feeling the blood being swallowed by Xing Luo.He bit so deeply that the fangs condensed with hostility almost pierced the bone marrow.

"Ah Luo, wake up." Han Qingyun hugged Xing Luo, stroking his back with one hand, and stroking his head with the other as usual.

The hostility gradually subsided, and the sharp teeth returned to normal.Xing Luo has faded away from the wound very slowly, and a few drops of blood seeped from the junction between teeth and flesh. After Xing Luo completely let go of his mouth, the last few strands of blood flowed out from the wound, and the blood coagulated and healed quickly.

"Master..." Xing Luo finally regained consciousness. Excessive blood loss made him exhausted, so he could only lean on Han Qingyun's body, lightly touching the tender red tooth marks after his injury, "I hurt you again."

"You cured me again." Han Qingyun walked out with Xing Lao on his back.

Xing Luo had bled too much, and the wound had not been healed. His breath was full of blood, and after he said these words, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He needs to be healed immediately, but Tianwenzong is definitely not a suitable place to stay.Han Qingyun didn't dare to delay, so he quickened his pace and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the training hall and stepped on the flying sword, a man with the sword flew over very quickly and stood in front of Han Qingyun.

"Put people down!" Zuo Jueming shouted, pointing his sword energy at Han Qingyun.

Han Qingyun didn't stop, staggered Yujian to avoid it, and sprinkled a handful of drug on Zuo Jueming's face.

Zuo Jue was prepared tomorrow morning, holding his breath while raising his sleeve to block it, without being affected at all, the sword energy pointed directly at Xing Luo's back heart.

Feeling the murderous aura behind her, Han Qingyun immediately turned to avoid it, took out the ice from her sheath, drew two streaks of frost on Zuo Jueming's chest, and immediately shot him down from the air.

"Hold me tight." Han Qingyun squeezed Xing Luo's loose hand and continued to fly towards the mountain gate.

He didn't improve much in sword control skills, and he couldn't fly fast alone, not to mention the tall and burly Xing Luo who was crouching behind him at the moment, and when he staggered to the mountain gate, the disciples who were chasing him also came.

The leader was Zuo Jueming, who covered his chest with one hand, pointed at the sword with the other, ordered his disciples to form an formation, and according to the jade plaque, informed the whole sect of the location of Han Qingjun and Xing Luo.

The fast-flying disciples quickly rushed to Han Qingyun, and a dozen disciples formed a circular formation, tightly surrounding Han Qingyun and the two of them.

"Based on your cultivation, you also want to stop me?" Han Qingyun Huaibing split into several sword qi, pointing at everyone.

Zuo Jueming had just explained to his disciples that the master would never kill anyone because of the love between master and disciple, and the disciples also believed this, so they didn't back down.

"The responsibility lies in the ten thousand deaths." Zuo Jueming said solemnly, "I hope the master will come back to the shore!"

"The responsibility lies in the death penalty! I hope the master will come back!" The disciples said in unison.

The voice echoed in the mountains and forests, quite imposing, but Han Qingyun only had disdain in his heart.

Where is the shore?Sending Xing Lao to die, is that shore?

Zuo Jueming guessed right. Although Han Qingyun was unwilling, he couldn't bear to kill these disciples.

Huaibing's sword energy suddenly turned into frost and mist, and rushed towards everyone. The disciples were knocked down under the impact, and Han Qingyun waited for the opportunity to break through the formation and flew out of the mountain gate.

Behind him, Zuo Jueming's sword energy struck again, fanning towards Xing Luo, Han Qingyun Yujian suddenly turned around and swung out his sword energy.

Zuo Jueming's murderous intent was quite heavy, obviously he wanted to put Xing Lao to death.At the juncture of life and death, Han Qingyun showed no mercy, and the white ice blade cut off the attacking sword energy like a shattering blade, and then flocked towards Zuo Jueming.

Zuo Jueming cast the protective spell in time, but only blocked for a few breaths before the ice blade broke through the protective spell and pierced all over his body.

In the end, Han Qingyun was unwilling to kill him, so as not to hurt his heart.

The hands around his waist were slowly released, and the force behind him was gradually tilted. Before Han Qingyun could stabilize the flying sword, Xing Luo, who was fainting behind him, fell down.

"A Luo!" Han Qingyun stepped on the flying sword, swooped down at lightning speed, hugged Xing Luo, but could no longer maintain his balance, and both of them fell down the mountain road.

Before landing, Han Qingyun cast a protective spell in time to protect the two of them, even so, he was still dizzy from the impact of landing.

There was a noisy sound from far away on the mountain, it was the disciples of Tianwen Sect who were chasing him down again.

Han Qingyun picked up Xing Luo and was about to set off again when a thumb-thick "snake" suddenly sprang out from the forest beside the road. Taking advantage of Han Qingyun's inattention, it entangled the two of them.

The "snake" shrank from where it came and went, and dragged the two of them into the bushes.

Outside Pingyu Town, in an extremely remote forest, three figures were walking silently through the branches and leaves.

Xing Luo had completely fallen into a coma, and Han Qingyun carried him on his back, constantly adjusting his figure to prevent him from slipping.

"Your cultivation base is so high, how can you make the young master hurt like this?" Hua Ruoliu held back and couldn't help complaining.If she hadn't followed Xing Luo all the way, guarded outside Tianwen Zong, and took the two of them to hide in time, they would have been brought back to the Zongmen at this moment.

Han Qingyun had no time to answer, and didn't want to make excuses. The place where his back was touching Xing Lao's chest could feel the warmth and moisture—Xing Lao's wound was cracked, and he had to find a safe place to heal his wound immediately.

"Is there a flying boat?" Han Qingyun asked, "I can't go on bumping anymore, Ah's burn is too serious."

"If you Yujian were faster, you would have reached the Sea of ​​Life and Death. Now," Hua Ruoliu sneered, "Your sect disciples have already been flying all over the sky in order to find someone. Are you going to be a target?"

The forest came to an end, and not far away was the village where Han Qingyun exterminated corpses when he first came. The houses had already been repaired, and now it was daylight, and the villagers hadn't gone out to work, only sporadic dog barking.

"I can't go anymore, go to the temple to heal my wounds." Without waiting for Hua Ruoliu to agree, Han Qingyun quickened his pace and carried Xing Lao into the Baize Temple, "Find something that can burn, the more smoke the better."

"Are you looking for death? I'm not afraid that people will find something strange and come here." Hua Ruoliu lifted the incense table in front of Bai Zexiang, and threw it in front of Han Qingyun.

Han Qingyun cast a small enchantment to cover himself and the "fuel", and ignited the wooden table with the fire talisman.Not long after, black smoke filled the barrier.

Tears were smoky, Han Qingyun kept wiping away tears, rubbed them on Xing Lao's wound, and threw a few cans of blood-enriching and pain-relieving medicine to Hua Ruoliu: "Feed him quickly."

After all, tears are limited. After the most serious wounds on Xing Lao's chest and back were healed, Han Qingyun could no longer squeeze out a tear. He could only take out the hemostatic medicine and rub it on Xing Luo's side rib wound.Fortunately, Qi Xia's medicine worked well, and the bleeding was stopped.

Han Qingyun heaved a sigh of relief, squinted his swollen eyes, and looked at the statue of Bai Ze.

In this world, there are people and demons, demons and spirits. He has seen them all with his own eyes, but he has never seen ghosts and gods.If the legends in the ancient books were not fabricated, the divine beast Bai Ze, as a god, was still enshrined by people, so it must not be completely extinct.

Han Qingyun couldn't think of any other way, put his palms together, and prayed to the statue of Bai Ze: If you have a spirit, please save Ah Luo.

"Master." Xing Luo asked.

Unexpectedly, this idol is really useful.Han Qingyun was overjoyed, and looked at Xing Luo with his eyelids open: "A Luo, do you feel better? Does the wound hurt?"

Xing Luo lightly rubbed the corners of Han Qingyun's eyes, his eyes, which had been smoked for a long time, were redder than his eyes when he was full of hostility: "My god is right in front of me, why should Master ask for a stone statue."

"It would be great if I was really a god." Xing Luo would not be allowed to suffer these grievances, Han Qingyun covered Xing Luo's hand, and blinked hard, "It's a pity that no matter how outstanding the spiritual root is, it's just a mortal after all."

Hua Ruoliu glanced at the two of them, then silently retreated to the other side of the statue, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Xing Luo pressed Han Qingyun's head, made him bow his head, and lightly placed a kiss on his lips: "I don't care what you are, god or mortal. I only know that you are the only one in this world who will disregard cultivation. Against the opposition of the world, he stands on my side without hesitation, the only person who doesn't care about my birth and treats me wholeheartedly."

Another tear flowed from Han Qingyun's dry eyes. He quickly wiped it off, rubbed it on Xing Luo's side rib wound, and smiled wryly: "Probably the only one who can heal your wounds with tears."

"Hush." ​​Hua Ruoliu suddenly gave a warning, and trotted over, "Tian Wenzong came to the village to search for people."

"Master, let's go back to the Demon Sect immediately." Xing Luo said.

Although Xing Luo woke up, his face was still as pale as a sheet of paper, he was not suitable for traveling, besides, the disciples of Tianwen Sect had already entered the village, they would be found if they went out.

"Hua Ruoliu, can you change our appearance for us?" Han Qingyun asked.

Hua Ruoliu: "Of course I can. There is no face in this world that I can't create. What do you want Yi to look like?"

"The ones living in the ruined temple are naturally beggars." Han Qingyun said, "The uglier the better."

Hua Ruoliu has already got her hands on it, and wiped Yi Rongyong's powder on Xing Luo's face, Han Qingyun said again: "Yi De is older, let's pretend to be a family of three. Ah Luo, you will pretend to be seriously ill for a while, just fall asleep That's fine. I don't know how to change my voice, so let's play a deaf-mute person. Hua Ruoliu, you also play a handicapped person, so that people won't be suspicious."

Hua Ruoliu quickly transformed Xing Luo into a grizzled old man, found three sets of old clothes, picked out a few holes, and rubbed them on the ground.

Xing Luo took the skirt to Han Qingyun: "Master, this is for you. Hua Ruoliu, you can easily become our son, so there will be no flaws."

The three of them quickly tidied up everything, and Han Qingyun looked out of the window nervously with her wrinkled old woman's face on her face.

"Don't frown so tightly, your face is squeezed out." Hua Ruoliu said.

Xing Luo casually grabbed a handful of ashes from the ground and wiped it on Han Qingyun's face: "Master, you have to paint it dirty, or you will be seen."

"How is that possible." Hua Ruoliu was highly skilled, and Han Qingyun had just taken a picture on the sword, and he didn't even recognize himself.

Xing Luo smiled and said, "You are so good-looking, no matter how disguised you are, you can't hide it."

Hua Ruoliu turned her face to the other side without looking.

It was only then that Han Qingyun realized that Xing Luo was teasing him, his frowning brows relaxed, and he also smeared his face with ashes: "Then you are the same, too handsome."

Hua Ruoliu: "Someone is here."

The gate of Baize Temple was pushed back with a creak, and two disciples of Tianwen Sect stepped in, and immediately saw the three people huddled behind the statue of Bai Ze.

"It turned out to be three beggars." One person said.

Another disciple looked at the three of them and saw Xing Luo with his eyes tightly closed, so he knelt down and said, "I can't see him clearly? Has he been healed?"

"Let Dr. Fang take a look. It's not a serious illness. It's just that we don't have the money to buy medicine, so we dragged ourselves into this state." Hua Ruoliu sat down with a limp, pretending to be a flawless youthful voice.

Han Qingyun closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and nodded.

"It's a poor man too, hurry up and buy medicine." The disciple took out an ingot of broken silver, handed it to Hua Ruoliu, got up and was about to leave, when the jade cards of the two disciples rang.

Zuo Jueming's voice said: "The right envoys of the Demon Cult are good at disguise, you can't just look at the appearance, you need to check the spiritual roots and demon energy of all suspicious people."

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Hua Ruoliu: Young Master, your subordinates are too late to save you.

Xing Luo: You will be fined to eat a ton of dog food.