Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

At the time of the border between dark and bright, the whole town was still sleeping.

In the guest room, Xing Luo opened his eyes, turned over, and looked to the other side.

Before going to bed last night, he put the screen next to the master's bed, and now he can only vaguely see the shadow on the other side through the screen.

It was just after Maochu, and in the past, disciples used to get up at this time to practice kung fu, but Han Qingyun got up earlier, and at Yinshi, he could hear the sound of metal and stone striking swords in his cave.

Sure enough, it was taken away, but who owns the soul in this skin?And why would you care about him for no reason?

Han Qingjun didn't move, Xing Luo didn't want to wake him up, after washing up lightly, he sat cross-legged on the couch, not in the mood to meditate, and just stared at the screen motionlessly, thoughtfully.

After a while, there were sounds of people coming and going outside the door, which meant that the disciples got up one after another.

At exactly the right time, Xiao Yunshui stood outside the door for a long time, but he did not wait for Master, so he knocked softly on the door: "Master, are you up yet?"

Han Qingyun was soundly asleep, smacked her mouth twice, and turned over.

"Master is still resting." Xing Luo sent a voice transmission to Xiao Yunshui fascinated.

Xiao Yunshui was full of suspicion, but left without saying anything.

Until it was close to Sishi, the bustling diners in the inn all walked away for a few waves, and the door rang again, and it was still Xiao Yunshui: "Master?"

"Master?" Xing Luo also called out, he still didn't wake up so late, could it be that the poison of the corpse has not been cleared, or there are other hidden injuries?

"Hmm..." Han Qingyun muttered vaguely, opened her eyelids, touched the head of the bed, wanted to check the time and schedule with her mobile phone, but found nothing, "What time is it? Is there a class in the morning?"

The voice is still as clear and beautiful as the original body, but the tone is soft and sticky, making it hard to imagine that the person on the couch is the majestic spiritual No. 1.

Xing Luo walked behind the screen: "It's time. We are going to practice outside, so we don't need to have morning classes."

"Don't make noise if you don't have class..."

Um?What time is it?

Han Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream. There was no plastered ceiling above his head, nor was there a useless five-leaf ceiling fan. Instead, there were simple wooden beams.

By the way, he has time traveled, and now he is not Han Qingyun, an ordinary college student, but Han Qingyun, the master of Tianwen Zongming Zhaofeng Peak. No more than four hours of Monsters Against Humanity.

Xiao Yunshui knocked on the door again, this time a little impatiently: "Brother, what's wrong with Master? Why didn't you respond."

"It's fine as a teacher. I was fascinated by swordsmanship just now." Han Qingyun replied in a pretendingly majestic voice while peeling off his clothes, "I'm still comprehending the last move, let the disciples wait."

After struggling for a long time, Han Qingyun finally understood the importance of the reform of modern clothing. This ancient clothing is simply not for people to wear.

"Xing Luo, how do you tie this thing up?" After a discussion yesterday, Xing Luo made it clear that Han Qingyun would not act to him. He grabbed his girdle and leaned out of the screen, "Come and help me."

Xing Luo took over the girdle seal and entered into the screen. He saw that Han Qingyun's middle coat was hanging loosely on his shoulders, but his disciple's uniform was on. The delicate clavicle was exposed under the thin material, but the skirt was worn backwards.

Seeing Xing Luo's clothes, Han Qingyun realized that he was wearing the wrong clothes and rearranged his clothes.

"Master, arrange the clothes inside first." Xing Lao stopped him from putting the cart before the horse.

Han Qingyun lowered his head to examine himself, and he wore the fairy-like disciple clothes like curtains and hung them on his body. It was too horrible to look at: "It's too late, you help me." The disciples suspected that he had taken him away, and then he was found to be lying The bed, and you don't know how to put on clothes, isn't this really hammering yourself to death?

Xing Luo's hands froze, and the sound of footsteps coming and going outside the door became more and more. It was the disciples gathering. Now is not the time to think wildly. He lowered his eyes and started his hands, avoiding his white skin like jade, and quickly took care of Han Qingyun's clothes Neatly, put both hands behind Han Qingyun's waist, and tie a girdle for him.

Han Qingyun's waist is very thin, and the moment the waist seal was on the card, Xing Luo wanted to try the size of the waist with his own hands. He closed his eyes heavily, opened them again, and shook off the disrespectful thoughts in his mind.

"What kind of knot is this?" Xing Luo tied up his belt, while Han Qingyun held the other's belt and studied it.

Without squinting, Xing Luo finished typing quickly, and put a robe on Han Qingyun.

Han Qingyun kicked the hem of the clothes a few times, and pushed back most of the hem of the outer robe: "How can you not step on it when you wear such long robes?"

It was quiet outside the door again, all the disciples had arrived, and the formation was over, waiting for the master to summon.

Han Qingyun glanced around, saw the shadow outside, grabbed the hairband, casually pulled the long hair that was in the way, and was about to open the door.

"Master, wait." Xing Luo grabbed him, let him sit down, and tied his hair again. How could he meet other disciples with this half-haired appearance? If other disciples were like him just now, because This random lazy heart palpitation...

The long hair that ran across the fingertips was soft and black, as if with thorns, hooking Xing Luo's palm, making him reluctant to let go.

Finally put the hair crown on the bun, and Xing Lao's fingertips seemed to inadvertently swipe across the top of the back of the neck, just a few centimeters away from touching it, bringing a breeze.

"If the master is worried about stepping on the hem of the clothes, just support me in the future." Xing Luo straightened the hem of Han Qingyun's clothes, "I'll go and open the door."

Han Qingyun was taken care of properly, and put on airs with a stern face, ready to restore her personality.

Under the leadership of Xiao Yunshui, the disciples entered one after another, saluted Han Qingyun one by one, and stood on both sides, while Xing Luo stood beside Han Qingyun. Song Xiuzhu secretly glanced at him, but Xing Luo turned a blind eye.

Xiao Yunshui went forward to report to Han Qingyun the results of the extermination of the corpse puppet in the past few days.

Pingyu Town, including all the surrounding places where the corpse puppet disaster occurred, has been investigated, and all the corpse puppets have been collected. There are not many casualties in the town, and the antidote pill has been distributed to all the injured.

"The number of corpse puppets is huge this time. There are no more than [-] people in Pingyu Town, and there are no large cemeteries around. Mass burials and the like can't be the original place." Han Qingyun couldn't hold back his face, and simply stared at the gate In a daze, it really has a bit of refined indifference.

"Master is wise, we have searched the surrounding dozens of miles, and we have indeed not found where the corpse puppet came from." Although the master today is still not coercive, he is much more normal. Xiao Yunshui did not agree with Song Xiuyu's seizure of the house yesterday. In other words, at this moment, I believe in Master's abnormality even more because of the temporary injury.

Corpse puppets come from corpses.The disciples of the Demon Cult practice the puppet technique widely. This technique is not difficult to practice, and its power is not too strong. It can only rely on implanting a puppet heart to control some dead objects. Among them, the most popular targets of the demon cultivators are poisonous snakes and poisonous insects. , and human corpses, the former two have their own poison, and the latter can quickly spread corpse poison.Although this technique is difficult to win with one blow in battle, it is very effective in interfering with the battle situation or creating disturbances.

With so many corpse puppets, it means that the same number of corpses have been implanted into the puppets' hearts, so the source of the corpses must have encountered a catastrophe.

"Most of these puppets haven't completely rotted, and there must be identifiable objects on their bodies, but can they all be traced?" Han Qingyun asked.

Xiao Yunshui took out a few uniquely shaped waist beaded flowers: "These are some special items brought back by the disciples. I will go find out the source today."

In the original book, a group of people searched everywhere with these objects, and only after three days did they learn from a townsman that the waistband belonged to a large family in Ningzhou City, a hundred miles away.

Han Qingyun glanced at the waistband: "No need."

"Master?" Xiao Yunshui was puzzled.

Han Qingyun knew it well and said: "The corpse puppet comes from Ningzhou City."

"Master, how do you know?" Xiao Yunshui and the disciples were all surprised.

Han Qingyun calmly pointed at the waistband and asked Xing Luo to present the things, thinking: I have read the original book, of course I know, I not only know that the corpse puppet came from Ningzhou City, but also know that your master will be there , accept a genius in the cultivation world as a closed disciple, and in the end you will die under the knife of the senior brother in order to save this little junior.

And these corpse puppets were led by Hua Ruoliu to Pingyu Town at the foot of Tianwenzong Mountain, in order to lure them down the mountain to get rid of evil spirits, so that she could abduct the young master of the Demon Sect back to religion.

"These objects have a special smell, can you smell them?" Han Qingyun pointed at the waistband.

Xiao Yunshui sniffed carefully, but could smell nothing but the disgusting smell of rotting corpses. He shook his head and said, "Master, please enlighten me."

Han Qingyun didn't answer, and looked around at everyone present, motioning for his disciples to smell it.

Even the direct disciples couldn't smell anything strange, and a group of inner disciples didn't know why. There were also a few disciples who had poor concentration, smelled the rancid smell, and almost vomited on the spot.

With a sharp "pa", Han Qingyun slapped the armrest of the chair heavily, and the disciples fell silent for a moment.

"It's so obvious that no one has noticed the clues?" Han Qingyun asked, his cold voice echoing in the guest room, like a cold light piercing into the ears of the disciples, scolding them for not working hard.

This is their master.

A group of disciples bent their knees and knelt down on the ground, burying their heads in self-reflection. Xing Luo also knelt down. Han Qingyun secretly took his hand to stop him, and wrote a few words in his palm.

"Xing Lao, smell it and tell the juniors what's different." Han Qingyun hid his hands in his sleeves and rubbed them twice. The slap was so hard just now that it hurt to death...

Xing Luoqing took a sniff, and replied: "It smells of elixir. There is a great sect of alchemy in Ningzhou City, the Danding Sect, and the city is filled with the smell of elixir all year round. Therefore, the owner of this thing must be from Ningzhou City."

Sure enough, Han Qingyun only wrote the word elixir on the palm of his hand, and he explained the cause and effect.

As for the smell of the medicinal pill, of course it does not exist, even if it did exist, those who followed the corpse into the ground and trekked would not have smelled it long ago.

Xiao Yunshui carefully smelled the hairpin in his hand again, but he still didn't smell any medicinal herbs. He only thought that he didn't practice enough at ordinary times and needed more experience. In the past, I just didn't get enlightened, but these few days must have been taught by the master, and I have made great progress.

"What are you still doing in a daze?" Han Qingyun stood up with his sleeves on his back, turned his back to the group of disciples, leaving Ling Ran's prestige back, and moved his stiff facial features by the way, "Quickly get ready, go to eliminate Sin."

Opportunity and opportunism, the scenery is infinite, but after all, it is temporary, when the disciples gather and prepare to set off, Han Qingyun is scared when he sees the battle of the crowd.

Cultivators travel long distances, and the standard means of transportation are naturally magic weapons and flying swords. Han Qingyun's car is an ordinary flying sword, but Han Qingyun, a college student who can't even use spiritual energy, can't use this The magic weapon is summoned.

"Xing Luo, how do you use the spiritual energy?" Han Qingyun approached Xing Luo and whispered for help.

Xing Luo lowered his head slightly, and approached his ear: "Mobilize the true essence first."

Han Qingyun: "How to mobilize the true essence?"

"The aura of the Sea of ​​Qi..."

"Where is the Sea of ​​Qi?" Can you say something easy to understand.

"At the dantian." Xing Luo added thoughtfully, "An inch and a half below the midline of the abdomen."

Han Qingyun was still confused.

An inch is a few centimeters...