Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

The black rage rolled into a ball, like a restless beast, spun a few times in place, rushed into the temple, and disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

The gate of the temple slammed shut, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Young master and madam will be alright?" Hua Ruoliu frowned and pushed the door, but it didn't help.

Murong Haotian swears, jumps up and pats her hand away, a tiny beard has grown on Shencao's left shoulder: "It's okay, as long as they are together, it will be fine."

"Let's think about how to deal with them." Qi Xia pointed to the steps below, "I'm sure I'll ramble on forever."

The spiritual cultivators gradually woke up. After a moment of confusion, they saw blood stains on the ground before the steps, and pointed their swords at the front of the hall again, but their target disappeared.

"Where is Xing Luo? Where did you hide him?" the old cultivator asked.

"I knew you could still make trouble." Murong Haotian stepped on Xiao Yunshui's sleeves, jumped onto his waistband, stepped over his arms, climbed onto his shoulders, and pointed at the hundreds of photographic beads in the air and said, "Second senior brother, let They watch this."

Xiao Yunshui's frowning eased, he carefully touched Murong Haotian's newly born "left hand", and waved his sleeve: "It was my master and senior brother who saved you all because of puppetry just now."

At the same time, Shejingzhu projected the recorded images in the air, recreating the fierce battle just now without any dead ends.

The spiritual cultivators were controlled, Zuo Jueming killed Huiming, but used them as pawns, and Xing Lao transformed into a beast body to absorb everyone's puppet poison.As the scenes were played, the righteousness of the spiritual practitioners gradually lost their confidence, and all of them showed expressions of disbelief.

Zhong Baichuan stepped forward resolutely, followed closely by the disciples of Tianwen Sect, holding their swords and walking towards the temple.

The demon cultivators immediately lined up and stood in front of the temple.Hua Ruoliu raised her brows: "You guys who don't distinguish between black and white, what else do you want!"

The Tianwen Sect disciples stepped up the stairs, and when the Demon Sect disciples were about to unleash their weapons, they suddenly turned around and faced the cultivators below.

"The matter of Xing Luo needs to be discussed." Zhong Baichuan's majestic voice echoed in the secret realm, "Fellow daoists, please put down your weapons."

As soon as the words fell, the disciples of Tianwen Sect put away their weapons first.

The cultivators hesitated, and most of them put down their weapons. The old cultivator put away his sword and stepped forward, saying: "Although that is the case, it must still be very dangerous for Xing Luo to take away Peak Master Han with all his hostility. We can't let him..."

"Why can't you let him?" Qi Xia pushed Zhong Baichuan away and stood in front, "You have so many eyes, don't you understand? Even if Xing Luo is full of hostility, he won't hurt you. ...You are aggressive, which is their greatest danger."

"Can……"

"But what's the matter?" Qi Xia interrupted the old cultivator again, "But his hostility has not subsided, you are still not at ease? You are confused, brother Han has made it clear before that he will be responsible for Xing Lao's matter In the end, he is so relieved, why do you need a dog to take a mouse."

The old cultivator was at a loss for words, Murong Haotian wanted to chase people away, but now he was wearing the body of the god grass, he was not intimidating enough, and he lost an arm in human form, it was really ugly, so he muttered a few words in Xiao Yunshui's ear.

Xiao Yunshui passed on a message: "Master is eliminating the hostility for the elder brother. If you are not at ease, you can come back after a while. Presumably, the hostility will definitely dissipate by then."

"This secret realm is extremely difficult to enter. If it wasn't accidentally broken this time, I wouldn't be able to get in." The old cultivator said, "If I go out, the barrier will be sealed, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get in again."

Murong Batian didn't know when to appear, and he assumed the figure of an old man.Now that the enchantment has not been repaired, the two masters of the beasts have hidden in the palace again. If they confront each other again, the enchantment may be completely lost. He weighed it and leaned on crutches: "You can all stay and wait for Qiongqi to recover, but the four ..."

He paused heavily on his crutches: "Don't make trouble at all!"

Seven days later, Han Qingyun lay paralyzed on the couch, looked at the sky outside the window, and sighed extremely sadly.

Xing Lao's hostility finally completely dissipated, and along with it, Han Qingyun's strength...

"Master, why don't I prepare some divine grass soup?" Xing Luo hugged him and whispered in his ear.

Han Qingjun didn't even have the strength to drink the soup, so he glanced at the Qiankun bag on the hanger: "Throw away that picture book... no, burn it..."

"Master, have you seen it too?" Xing Luo smiled, "Which one do you like? Copy it again?"

"I don't even like it." After copying it all over, I was dying.Han Qingyun hated that picture book now.

"Father, have you finished getting rid of your hostility?" Murong Haotian's voice came from the disciple's jade tablet, "I see that the hostility in the bedroom is gone, is it over?"

Han Qingyun didn't bother to respond, didn't bother to move, and didn't want to talk to Xing Luo, turned her head and saw the crack in the secret realm that was still expanding outside the window, and wanted to wipe away her tears.

Obviously as a beast, why is it harder than a college student preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination...

"Go and restore the secret realm first, so that the spiritual practitioners won't quarrel again." Han Qingyun stood up with difficulty.

Xing Luo picked him up, rubbed his face, and walked steadily towards the bedroom next door.

"Aren't you tired?" Han Qingyun asked involuntarily.

Xing Luo shook his head: "I'm not enough."

Han Qingyun shut herself up...

Bai Ze's body was still curled up, the skylight spilled into the window, with petals of peaches and plums falling on the pink nose.

Xing Luo asked Han Qingyun to lean against Bai Ze's body, adjusted a comfortable posture for him, and then sent his spiritual power into Zhou Tian, ​​and began to assist Han Qingyun in merging his soul and body.

Another three days...

Han Qingyun felt that she was completely useless, but Xing Luo's expression seemed to say that he couldn't say enough...

For the first time, he knew that it is not necessary to sit cross-legged to run a week, and the palms are close together, and the closer they are, the better the effect.

Bai Ze's body disappeared, turned into white light and flowed into Han Qingyun's gate of life.

Xing Luo grabbed his waist, hugged him, and wanted to take him back to the next door.

"I...I still have something to tell Haotian." Han Qingyun struggled to get down, his bones cracking.

He couldn't stand still and almost fell to the ground. When Xing Luo was about to hug him again, he quickly formed a small hole with his spiritual power, dragged himself, and retreated while lying down.

Han Qingyun flew out of the dormitory, out of the temple, and over the secret realm as if fleeing for his life...

In the secret realm, nearly a thousand cultivators held tea bowls condensed with aura, and had a joyful conversation.There is a large wooden pool next to the tree tower, hot and smoking. In the center of the pool is a huge plum tree. The crown of the tree has been repaired into a roundabout slide. flower.Under the command of Murong Batian, the cultivators lined up to scoop water from the pool one by one.

"Father! You finally came out!" Murong Haotian was on the top of the slide, with his little finger pointing to the air, he slid into the water.

The cultivators raised their heads in unison, and saw Han Qingyun, who had no money or style, lying on the flying bed in broad daylight.

Han Qingyun didn't expect that this group of people was still there. Immediately, his blood surged up, his face flushed, and he forcibly sat up, causing his spiritual power to collapse in front of the temple.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, his waist became sore and his legs became weak, so he forced himself to hold on. After standing for a while, he couldn't do it anymore. He wanted to sit on the stone steps, but facing so many cultivators, it was too unsightly, and sitting on a hard stone slab , should be even more uncomfortable.

"Master." Xing Luo walked out of the temple. In front of so many cultivators, he didn't show any disrespect to Han Qingyun. He transformed into a strange body, lying on the ground like a big gentle dog, "Sit."

Han Qingyun touched the black and red hair, it was shiny and smooth, dense and thick, supported by Qiongqi's strong muscles, but not too soft, it was really the best.

More importantly, it is also mighty and domineering, which adds a bit of majesty to Lingxiu No.1.

Han Qingyun sat on Xing Luo's back, moving his hair unconsciously, Xing Luo snorted comfortably and narrowed his eyes.

"What are you still doing here?" Han Qingyun put on a displeased face.

The old cultivator took a sip of the divine grass soup with nostalgia, after all, if he left here, he would not be able to drink it anymore.He stepped forward and said, "We are waiting for an explanation from Master Hanfeng."

"An explanation? What else do you need to explain?" Han Qingyun's hands were gentle, but his voice was cold, "Qingqi is not a fierce beast. Don't you still know where his hostility comes from?"

The old cultivator wanted to say something, but Zhong Baichuan said first: "Now that Xing Lao's hostility has completely disappeared, and Qing Yun is also safe and sound, everyone has seen it with their own eyes, so you should rest assured."

It's time to get out of the mystery.Han Qingyun thought along Zhong Baichuan's words.

The old cultivator looked at Fang Xiaolan. The whole cultivation world knew about Fang Xiaolan's discord with Han Qingyun.

"Han Qingyun." Fang Xiaolan pointed his sword at Han Qingyun with a stinky face, and just when everyone thought he was going to stir up trouble and Zhong Baichuan was going to stop him, he said, "It is indeed our fault for Xing Lao's incident." But don't be complacent, even if your cultivation base is higher than mine now, in another ten or a hundred years, I will surpass you one day."

Han Qingyun was a little tired from sitting, twisted her body uncomfortably, and said impatiently: "This deity is waiting for you."

The old cultivator secretly drank another big mouthful of divine grass soup, pointed at Hua Ruoliu: "What about the demon cultivator?"

The demon cultivators of the left envoy of Dandingzong have all been subdued by Hua Ruoliu's disciples, and Han Qingyun nudged them with his chin: "The evil demon cultivators have been subdued, and Hua Ruoliu's sect has never If you have been stained with blood, you can promise that you will never do evil again, what else do you want?"

Veteran cultivator: "But the demon cultivator is a demon after all..."

"This suzerain!" Han Qingyun interrupted him sharply, "Now that the entire cultivation world has calmed down, but you still hold on tightly, do you have to set off another war between gods and demons to be satisfied?"

After these ten days of getting along, the spiritual practitioners have changed their views on the magic cultivator, and several of them even secretly expressed their love for each other.

Fang Xiaolan glanced at Hua Ruoliu, and after receiving a blank stare, she stood up: "If there is no killing, it cannot be called evil. This Suzerain, peace in the cultivation world is not easy, so don't stir up trouble!"

Fang Xiaolan was the top cultivator among these people, and he made a head start. The rest of the cultivators stood up and scolded the old cultivator.

"It's better like this." Han Qingyun thought in his heart, "Yun Shui, you draw up a peace agreement between spirits and demons. In the future, the two sides will not offend each other. If there are cultivators who are evil in the mortal world, no matter whether they are spiritual or demon cultivators, they will all be eliminated together." So, how?"

"Of course it's good!" Hua Ruoliu said loudly.

"Okay!" Fang Xiaolan shouted even louder.

For a while, the sound of "good" came one after another, almost breaking through the sky.An inner sect male cultivator of Tianwenzong sneaked up to the demon cultivator's side, and grabbed the hand of a female cultivator. The female cultivator smiled shyly and put their hands behind her back.

Not long after, Xiao Yunshui drew up an agreement, and the elders of the sect masters engraved their names and taboos with spiritual power one by one.

Xiao Yunshui presented the agreement to Han Qingjun, who waved his hand and said, "Yunshui, you sign."

"Master, this is not right, I am just a direct disciple." Xiao Yunshui said respectfully.

Han Qingyun smiled lightly, and wanted to pat Xiao Yunshui on the shoulder. Feeling the gaze of the "big dog", he quickly withdrew his hand: "From today, Xiao Yunshui will officially take over as the master of Mingzhao Peak."

Xiao Yunshui was flattered and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"From now on, Mingzhao Peak will be handed over to you." Han Qingyun said gently.

"Disciple will not disgrace his fate." Xiao Yunshui carved his name and taboo on the agreement with trembling hands, and handed it to "Big Dog".

Xing Luo said: "From today onwards, the Demon Cult will no longer have the position of king, and the position of leader will be held by Hua Ruoliu."

Hua Ruoliu worked hard for a hundred years, and finally found Xing Luo, but in the end he still didn't want to stay in the Devil's Cult, and wanted to persuade with tears in his eyes: "Young Master..."

"This is an order!" Xing Luo said firmly.

Hua Ruoliu could only kowtow to accept the order and sign the agreement.

The battle between spirits and demons in the cultivation world that lasted for thousands of years has finally come to an end.

Xing Luo turned into a human form, supported Han Qingyun, the two looked at each other and smiled, and waved their black and white sleeves at the same time.

A gust of wind swirled in the secret realm, engulfing everyone into the sky, and threw them into cracks everywhere. After all the cultivators left, the cracks slowly closed, and the sky returned to being flawless.

The falling flowers whirled, sweeping across the ground, and the remaining blood dispersed, leaving only a colorful place.

Xing Luoheng picked up Han Qingyun and walked into the temple.

The door of the palace was closed, leaving behind Han Qingyun's begging voice: "A Luo, I really can't do it..."

Murong Haotian stepped on his thin legs, jumped up the stone steps, and lay prone in front of the door, trying to see the scene inside through the airtight crack of the door.

"Little bastard, you can see Sensou Daling!" Murong Aotian slapped him on the back of the head.

Murong Haotian staggered, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Grandpa! My dear father hit me again."

Murong Batian sprang out from the grass, flew to the front of the temple, and slapped Murong Aotian to the ground: "Little brat, how dare you hit my grandson!"

Murong Haotian ran down the stone steps quickly, followed by his own father and grandfather, who disappeared into the green grass.

The everlasting bright sunshine shines down, and a rainbow is intertwined in the water vapor of Liangyi Spring, just like 500 years ago, it is pleasant and beautiful.

The author has something to say: the main text is over, and there is a sweet side story.

[received document]

"Gold Finger [Quick Transmigration]"

Once Ji Qingxiao was promoted, in order to be promoted to the command of the idol God of War, he resolutely took on a big task-to change the fate of the heroine of the story.

Having practiced for thousands of years, with profound skill and experience, and with systematic assistance, he thought this task would be a piece of cake, but he never expected...

The hero is out of control! ! !

Ji Qingxiao: The hero is sick, cruel, fierce and crazy, can he get better?

System: Take a good look at who the hero is...

The male god is crazy about the villain: Fake fans!You don't know me when you wear a vest.

Ji Qingxiao: Little ones dare not.The male god is sickly with grace, disabled with temperament, fierce with pride, and crazy with posture.

Male God: Get closer, and then I will admit it and take your sacrificial sword.

System: The warning distance has been broken!

Ji Qingxiao:! ! !

The male god of career catches the cunning fairy with both hands

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