Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Two Heavenly Wenzong disciples each took out a precious orb, Hua Ruoliu shrank her neck and hid when she saw this, "Immortal Chief, what is this? Are you going to kill us?"

After hearing this, Han Qingyun pretended to be scared and shook her head desperately.

"This is just a test to see if you have demon energy." A disciple said earnestly.

"No! I heard before that some cultivators practice by absorbing the essence of mortals." Hua Ruoliu stuffed the money back into the disciple's hand, and retreated to the corner to protect "parents", "Immortal Elder, look at us , must not have much energy, just let us live."

The disciple wanted to explain, but the other disciple said impatiently, "Tell him what to do after so many explanations. We don't want to harm anyone. We will leave after the test."

He held the orb and approached Hua Ruoliu, in desperation, Hua Ruoliu slapped the disciple's hand away, and the orb fell to the ground, rolling away.

"We're being polite to you, why don't you know what's good and what's wrong!" The disciple said angrily, picked up the orb and clasped Hua Ruoliu's hand, and was about to press it.

Hua Ruoliu clenched her fists tightly and screamed at the top of her voice, "The cultivator killed someone!"

"Brother, don't be like this. If this gets out, our Tianwenzong statement will be ruined." The good-tempered disciple stopped him, and patiently explained to Hua Ruoliu.

He was talking vigorously, when a small figure ran into the Baize Temple, it was Murong Haotian.

Murong Haotian probed to see the three "beggars" inside, and asked, "Aren't they cooperative?"

The two disciples nodded helplessly, and Murong Haotian immediately said: "Senior brothers, why don't you go and check elsewhere and leave this place to me. You can see that I shouldn't make them think it's dangerous."

The two felt that it was reasonable, so they left this difficult mess and left.

Murong Haotian looked outside, then closed the temple door: "Father, elder brother, it's okay." Turning his head, he said to Hua Ruoliu, "Who are you?"

"How did you recognize us?" Han Qingyun asked suspiciously.

"Feeling." Murong Haotian said confidently, "As soon as I entered the village, I sensed that you were here, and rushed over immediately. Who is she? Can you trust her?"

"Little kid, you actually doubt me!" Hua Ruoliu said fiercely in her original voice.

"Wow! It turned out to be a monster with neither male nor female!" Murong Haotian said to himself, "After all, he is a monster, and he is the same kind as me, trust you."

"You!" Hua Ruoliu was so angry that she changed her face and almost turned off.

Murong Haotian waved his hands indifferently, and took out several medicine jars to Han Qingyun: "Master, Uncle Qi asked me to bring them, I'm afraid you don't have enough medicine. Where's your mud pot?"

Murong Haotian got Qi Xia's true biography, he just opened his mouth and talked non-stop, if he didn't take the initiative to stop, no one could get in his mouth.

Han Qingyun fumbled out of the secret place in the Southland, and Xing Luo made a basin for him, and filled it with water: "A Luo is weak, and it is not suitable for using spiritual power, so you can soak it in cold water."

"All colors lighten my son." Murong Haotian murmured brokenly, turned into his original body, condensed five colors of spiritual power from his fingertips, sifted out a strand of red, poured it into the water, and said proudly, "Hmph, I boil the water myself. "

Hua Ruoliu watched a child turn into a divine grass with limbs, her eyes were straightened, she picked up the leaves of Murong Haotian and studied him: "Sacred grass? Aren't you extinct?"

"You are the only one who disappeared, your whole family is extinct!" Murong Haotian kicked her with his short legs.

Hua Ruoliu was slapped with footwashing water, and threw Murong Haotian into the basin in disgust, and the two started arguing with each other.

Han Qingyun felt a pain in his head when he heard it, and rubbed his temples, Xing Luo said in a low voice, "Shut up."

When the young master spoke, Hua Ruoliu hurriedly stopped to speak, Murong Haotian also became quiet, pulling the side of the basin, looking around while soaking the divine grass soup.

Suddenly, his small head must be fixed, and he stared in one direction for a while, jumped out of the basin, and ran behind the statue.

Han Qingyun supported Xing Luo, and fed him the divine grass soup. The soup was very effective, and Xing Luo's complexion immediately improved a lot.

"Master, come and see, there is also my family's gap here." Murong Haotian called out.

Han Qingyun observed the place where Murong Haotian was squeezing, and there was indeed a gap shining with white light, which was the same as what he had seen a few times before.

An idea popped up in his mind, this secret realm is extremely hidden, and according to what Murong Haotian said, it is still a pleasant paradise, and it is much safer than the Devil's Cult. If he can enter it and restore it with spiritual power, it will be A perfect hideaway.

Han Qingyun pushed Murong Haotian away with his fingers, injected spiritual power into the crack, and tried to tear it even bigger.

"Master, do you want to go in?" Xing Luo saw his purpose and came over.

Hua Ruoliu looked at the three of them like they were fools: "It's such a small slit, you can't even put your fingers in it."

"Four follow?"

Suddenly a human voice came from the gap, and Han Qingyun and Xing Luo looked at each other in blank dismay.

Murong Haotian lay down beside the crack and shouted: "Father!"

"What's wrong?" Han Qingyun asked.

"I'm not calling you." Murong Haotian said, "I'm calling my dear father, this is my father's voice."

"Haotian? Why are you running away!" the male voice reprimanded, "The spiritual power just pulled out your four, did you follow me?"

Han Qingyun immediately said: "It's my spiritual power. Senior, is there any way to enter the secret realm?"

"Your? Why is it a bit vulgar..." The male voice said, "Wait a minute, I'll call my dad, how much does he know?"

Not long after, the old man's cursing voice came from the gap: "Aotian, you son of a bitch, you beat my grandson away, and now you're dragging me to the forest again!"

"Your father's name is Murong Aotian?" Han Qingyun asked with a complicated mood.

Murong Haotian raised his head proudly: "That's right! My grandfather's name is Murong Batian! Anyway, it's a good name." After he finished speaking, he shouted into the gap: "Grandpa, I'm Haotian!"

"Haotian, increased Sihaotian!" The old man sniffled and sighed, "What should I do, I lost the key porcelain in the secret realm!"

"Where did you lose it?" Xing Luo asked.

"I don't care if the secret realm is cracked, and the key porcelain will be lost." The old man said angrily, "There are so many openings, so I can clean them up, and I don't care where the cracks fall."

Everyone is silent...

"Wait!" The old man suddenly became excited, "The breath just now! Four poor and strange! Big! You can be counted! The secret realm is fast!!"

"The two divine beasts in your secret realm are..." Han Qingyun couldn't believe it, "Qongqi and Bai Ze? Then you must know how to eliminate the hostility from Ah Luo."

The old man was silent. If Han Qingyun could see it, he would find that he was closing his eyes and feeling his breath.

Han Qingyun waited for a long time for an answer, and asked again: "Is there a way? Where is the beast Bai Ze now?"

"In the past, the hostility of Qiong Qi Da Leng was dissolved by drinking Bai Ze Da Leng's blood four times. Come on, Lu Zi, the two Da Leng's blood can heal each other's grievances, but Bai Ze D Leng has long since died... ..." said the old man.

Han Qingyun: "My tears can heal Ah Luo's wound."

"Dang increase?!" The old man's voice became heavy, "I sensed your breath just now, and there is a shadow of Bai Ze Da Leng, which is really blue. Da Leng, your blood can also eliminate Qiong Qi Da Leng's hostility .”

Hope was ignited in Han Qingyun's heart, and he immediately cut a hole on his wrist with spiritual power, and fed blood to Xing Luo.

Xing Luo looked at his wound, with a hint of hostility in his eyes, frowning to wipe away the overflowing blood, he immediately healed Han Qingyun: "Master, that's enough, it's really effective, I've recovered a lot. It's too unsafe here , let’s go back to the Devil’s Cult first, and make a long-term plan.”

Murong Haotian was flirting with his grandfather, the old man's voice suddenly stopped, and the white light also dimmed, leaving a black crack.

"What's wrong?" Han Qingyun asked.

"It must be that the secret realm can't hold on any longer, and the hostility is collapsing." Murong Haotian lowered his small head and took out a flying boat from the Qiankun bag, "Master, don't worry about these things for now, take the elder brother and return to the Demon Sect quickly. My second senior brother and I have blessed this flying boat with spiritual power, so it can fly even faster."

Hua Ruoliu looked blankly, looked at the three of them, as if they were all demented: "Who were you talking to just now?"

At the top of Mingzhao Peak, Xiao Yunshui took the boiled wound medicine and sent it to Zuo Jue Ming's room.

Zuo Jueming was sitting in front of the table, holding black bird food with his wounded hand, feeding two blue tits.

"Why did this chickadee come here? Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Xiao Yunshui put down the wound medicine.

Zuo Jueming gulped down the medicine as if angry: "Master and I, where do you stand?"

"I will not do anything to hurt Master." Xiao Yunshui said calmly.

Zuo Jueming clapped the table, but Blue Tit wasn't surprised at all. He took a breath and suppressed his anger before saying, "Now Master has done something wrong. As disciples, we should uphold justice."

"Jueming, justice is not the only way of life and death." Xiao Yunshui said in a gentle tone, trying to persuade Zuo Jueming not to be so extreme, "Master has tried his best to protect Xingluo, and he was also careful when he fled. He did not seriously injure any disciples. You and I must have the best of both worlds. You and I were brought into Mingzhao Peak by our master when we were young, and you and I know what kind of person he is, so why can’t we trust him?”

"Both?" Zuo Jueming sneered, "There has never been two in this world. The strong live and the weak die. This is justice."

The sea of ​​life and death is sunny and sunny today. In the line where the sea and the sky intersect, the island of the Devil's Cult rides the clouds reflected in the sea surface, hesitating a fairyland isolated from the world.

After returning to the Devil's Cult, Han Qingyun fed Xing Luo blood three times, and all his hostility was eliminated and his injuries healed.

At this moment, Han Qingyun was sitting in a steaming bathtub, enjoying the sweet cakes brought by the demon disciples from the outside world, feeling very happy.

There is a magic organ in the Demon Cult that controls the tide of the sea of ​​life and death, and outside monks cannot break in. If Yu Sheng can be with Xing Luo, it will be really good to stay here for the rest of his life.

There is just one question that has been lingering in Han Qingyun's mind for the past two days.He clearly came from the modern world outside the book, so how could he have anything to do with the long-lost mythical beast Bai Ze?

Han Qingyun stuffed another piece of candied pastry into his mouth, and the sweet and delicious taste immediately expanded his thinking. He thought it must be the hidden golden finger that came with wearing the book.

After his doubts dissipated, Han Qingyun briskly slid a little more into the bathtub, and when he was so comfortable that he almost closed his eyes, Xing Luo suddenly appeared across the partition.

"Ah Luo, are you coming to take a bath too?" Han Qingyun was almost done soaking, and she got up to get her clothes.

Xing Luo pushed him back into the bathtub, and sat in himself: "Master, my blood will surge up after I leave you, and there is always a feeling that hostility is about to emerge. You should stay with me."

The bathtub was not small, and the two of them sat facing each other without being crowded. What made Han Qingyun uncomfortable was that Xing Luo kept staring at him.

"What's so interesting..." Han Qingyun underestimated softly, and turned sideways.

Xing Luo smiled lightly: "Naturally it looks good."

Han Qingyun looked down at his figure, and said with disgust: "You are thin and white, like a white chicken, what's so good about it."

"What about me?" Xing Luo asked.

"The complexion is healthy, the shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, and the muscles are strong." Han Qingyun couldn't help admiring, "Extremely good figure."

"Master, if you don't like your own body, just look at mine." Xing Luo said, "As for yours, I will like it."

The sudden love words made Han Qingyun overwhelmed for a while, his ears burned, and he got up as if to run away: "I soaked for too long, I'm a little dizzy."

Xing Luo took his hand, pulled him lightly, and brought him into his arms.

"Ah Luo, let me go..." Han Qingyun felt hot all over.

Xing Luo raised his chin, kissed him on the lips, and said with a smile: "Master, let's become Taoist couples."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Han Qingyun: Xiao Haotian, what's your family's accent?

Murong Haotian: Authentic divine grass accent!

Han Qingyun: Then you are not authentic.

Murong Haotian: I have evolved!