Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

The breeze is melodious, blowing colorful peaches and plums, and the branches and leaves of the huge tree tower rustle, like a sweet song that evokes people's dreams.

The people on the tree tower are indeed wandering in their dreams...

Han Qingyun leaned against Xing Lao's chest, while Xing Luo leaned against the dense pink flowers, and the two slept peacefully.

A palm-sized divine grass poked its head out of the grass, raised its head to look upwards, and when its head was almost tilted, it finally saw the black and white clothes entangled in the wind.

Murong Haotian grinned, and nimbly climbed up the tree tower, and within a short while, he reached Han Qingyun's side.

He carefully took out a cloud-shaped jade pendant.The pendant was about the same size as him and almost overwhelmed him.

Taking a peek at Xing Luo to confirm that he is not awake, Murong Haotian gently put the jade pendant on Han Qingyun's head.

When he was about to succeed, a big hand suddenly reached out and snatched the jade pendant.

Xing Luo pointed his feet at Murong Haotian, and threatened him through voice transmission: "What is this?"

Murong Haotian twisted his body, no matter how he moved, Xing Luo's feet followed him like a shadow, he could only reluctantly answer: "Second Senior Brother's magic weapon, it is said that it is pasted on the sleeping Ren Yintang, and it can enter the opponent's dream. middle."

Murong Haotian confessed, but he was not lenient, and was kicked off the tree tower by Xing Luo. He opened his teeth and claws in the air, and saw a barrier that forbids outsiders to enter appeared on the top.

"Master's dream, of course I should enter." Xing Luo said, sticking the jade pendant on Han Qingyun's seal.

Han Qingyun was going crazy.

On a rare day off, I thought about getting up early to read books and prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination, but I was fascinated by reading online articles last night. When I realized the time, it was already past three o'clock. I didn't even hear the alarm clock in the morning until I smelled my roommate's lunch smell, only to wake up late.

He turned over a page of the book and wrote notes quickly, seeing the goal of the day on the sticky note just started, and he was even more frantic.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Han Qingyun turned her head in confusion, and when she saw Xing Luo, her mind filled with postgraduate entrance examinations instantly sobered up, "A Luo... what am I doing?"

He looked at the pen in his hand, and then looked down at himself. He was dressed in a fairy-like white robe, with a few locks of long hair hanging on his chest...

No, he is clearly a divine beast, why would he be aggrieved and gnawing on a book here?

Only then did Han Qingyun realize that this was in a dream.

"This is the world you were in before?" Xing Lao looked around curiously.

In a small room, six desks are crowded, and the desks are actually collapsed, connected by iron rods, and there are iron ladders.It was just too novel.

There were two people lying on the bed, and one of them poked his head and said, "Xiao Hanzi, have you read that novel I recommended? Spoiler alert, I'll decide whether to read it or not."

A head popped out from under the quilt on the opposite bed, it was actually Han Qingyun, he said disdainfully: "There's no spoiler in Brainless Shuangwen, whether you like it or not."

Xing Lao stepped on the iron ladder curiously, and faced Han Qingyun in the bed, but Han Qingyun seemed to not see him, and chatted with the roommate on the opposite bed.

Han Qingyun also looked at the other self in disbelief, and then realized that maybe he realized that this place was a dream, so he no longer merged into the dream world, and became a third party watching.

"Why did he call you Xiaohanzi?" Xing Luo stretched out his hand to touch Han Qingyun under the blanket, and passed his hand across his clean face.

His hand was not satisfied, so he went back to the real Han Qingyun and touched his face.

"Just..." Han Qingyun stammered, "The skin is too white, like..." He doesn't like this nickname, but after getting along for a long time, he knows that everyone has no malicious intentions, so he just calls it a nickname, so he doesn't care.

Xing Luo asked, "Like what?"

"Like..." Han Qingyun didn't want to say that word he didn't like, so he said, "It's not like a big man..."

"How could it be?" Xing Luo scratched Han Qingyun's face lightly with his fingers, "It's because they have no vision, the master is upright, how can they not be like men."

"That's right." Han Qingyun was rarely affirmed by someone as masculine. He smiled helpfully, pointed to the roommate on the opposite bed, and said, "He is my good friend and my high school classmate. University and high school are... almost the same as inside and outside. The meaning of the door."

Xing Luo nodded, thoughtfully: "You have always been in the same room like this?"

"That's how the dormitory is." Han Qingyun took it for granted, "Don't the outer disciples share a room with two, but the school here is not big, and six people need to squeeze into one room."

Xing Luo put his arms around Han Qingyun: "How can others deserve to be in the same room with Master."

Han Qingyun laughed: "There is no spiritual power in this world, and there is no status. Everyone is equal, just like in the Mortal Academy at the foot of the mountain." Compared with the level of cultivation, the spiritual root is much more equal.

"I'll take you to taste delicious food." Han Qingyun was afraid that Xing Lao would expand the topic, and the more he talked, the more vinegary smell would become, so he dragged him out of the dormitory.

Opening the door of the dormitory, what appeared in front of him was a food street outside the university city.

In the evening, in addition to various catering stores, small vendors also lined the sidewalks, offering barbecue, pancakes, jelly... all kinds of delicacies.

Han Qingyun ran to a stall of mutton skewers, reached for the bamboo skewers, but passed through them, tried several times in a row, but could only stop in discouragement.

"Master, if you like it, I will take you to the city to taste it next time." Xing Luo said with a smile.

The two walked side by side. At the end of the food street, there was a big laundry room. Han Qingyun thought of the ruined haircut, and got a mischievous heart, and took Xing Lao into the shop.

Washing, cutting and blowing teachers are brushing and waving scissors, destroying heads of hair.

Han Qingyun pointed to one of them and said, "This is Teacher Tony."

"Trust... what?" Xing Luo looked at Tony's short hair that was smudged by the rainbow, showing disgust in his eyes.

"Tuo Ni, it's almost like you ask him to cut his hair, and he can cut it into a lump of mud for you." Han Qingyun smiled ninja, pointed at the top of Xing Luo's head, and changed him to short hair that looked like a lawnmower pushed it with his thoughts.

Xing Luo stood in front of the mirror, touched the top of his hair, and asked with a smile, "Master likes me like this?"

What Han Qingyun changed for Xing Lao was the ultra-short crew cut that was the worst thing Tony had cheated on him. Back then, he wore this horrible hairstyle and didn't want to see anyone at all, so he bought a hat and put it on when he went out.Unexpectedly, it is quite good to switch to Xing Bao's head, which makes his chiseled face more heroic.

"That's not bad." Han Qingyun raised his hand and moved it. It was too short and thorny, and immediately changed Xing Lao's long hair back.

Han Qingyun looked outside the glass wall, saw that there was nothing to touch, and there was nothing to play with, so he said, "I'd better take you home."

"Okay." Xing Luo put his arms around Han Qingyun's waist, and the two pushed open the door of the barber shop.

Behind the door is a cozy small room with a single bed in the middle covered with a dark blue mattress.In front of a small window, there is a large writing desk. On the left and right sides are tall bookshelves, one side is full of books, and the other side is some antique chivalrous figures and decorations.

There was a person sitting in front of the writing desk, who was only twelve or thirteen years old from the back. He shrugged his shoulders as if feeling something, flipped through a few pages of the book in a hurry, turned his head slowly, and saw that there was no one behind him, so he put the book under the book. Take out your phone and continue watching.

The corner of Xing Luo's mouth was raised, unable to restrain his smile, he walked behind Xiaohan Qingyun: "It seems that Master has been good at hiding things behind books since he was a child."

"At that time, there was an exam, and my parents forced me to study. If they found out that I didn't study hard, I would have nagged for hours." Han Qingyun said embarrassedly.

Xing Luo looked at the mobile phone in Xiaohan Qingyun's hand: "What is this?" When he was in the six-person room just now, he also had this in his hand.

On the rectangular thin plate, there are words displayed, which seem to be scripts, talking about things in the realm of comprehension.

"This is called a smartphone, and you can see things from the outside world. I used to be addicted to cultivation novels, and I always fantasized about entering the world in the book." Han Qingyun explained.

Xing Luo hugged Han Qingyun, and the two leaned on the back of Xiaohan Qingyun's chair, one on the left and the other on the right.

Xing Luo smiled and said: "It must be that Master is thinking about me and wants to come back to me soon."

Han Qingyun did not deny that although he lost his memory of the cultivation world in the modern world, there was always a vague memory in his mind, presumably it was Xing Lao.

Suddenly there was a sound of "Wow" from under the desk, and the two of them looked down, only to see Xiaohan Qingyun stepping on a small Shiba Inu with bare feet.

"Shh, don't bark, Ah Chai, Mom knows I've brought you in, so she's going to nag again." Xiaohan Qingyun bent down, carried the little Shiba Inu onto the table, and lifted its head with skillful and familiar techniques.

Xing Lao ate: "You treat me like a dog?"

Han Qingjun smiled and pretended to be stupid, thinking: You are much clingier than my family, A Chai.

"There's no beast that cares about dogs." Han Qingyun pulled Xing Lao out of the room.

In the living room, Han Qingyun's parents were sitting on the sofa, snuggling up and watching TV. They were afraid that the sound would disturb their children's study, so the volume of the TV was turned down very low.

The two spoke very softly, smiling from time to time, leaning into each other's ears, discussing a few words about the plot.

Han Qingyun carried Xing Lao and walked up to the two of them: "Parents, this is me..."

Is this a husband or a wife?Speaking of husband, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to become a wife... Han Qingyun was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Father and mother, I am Qingyun's Taoist companion." Xing Luo bowed respectfully, and Han Qingyun followed suit, and the two of them regarded the high hall here as worship.

Han's father and mother couldn't see them, and they still laughed at the TV episodes, as if they were very satisfied with the marriage.

Thinking of his parents, Xing Luo couldn't help pinning his emotions on them, he held Han Qingyun's hand tightly and said, "Your parents are so good, you will be able to live a lifetime without any worries."

"Passed away." There was a gloomy look in Han Qingyun's eyes, and he returned to normal in a moment, and said calmly, "They passed away when I was 16 years old. In every life, my parents died young, presumably because My beast soul, let mortals be unable to bear it."

Xing Luo hugged him tightly: "They will have a good life in the next life. So will my parents."

Han Qingjun smiled and nodded.

Xing Luo kissed Han Qingyun's side face, and said softly: "I will be with you. Forever."

It was late at night, Han's father and mother turned off the TV, got up and went back to the room, leaving two warm red heart-shaped pillows on the sofa, cuddling each other, never leaving.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Xing Luo: Master, come to my dream.

Han Qingyun: Your dream won't pass the trial...