Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

The warm smoke from the hot spring curls up, mixed with the slight aroma of food.

Han Qingyun rested comfortably by the spring, smelled the fragrance and immediately opened his eyes, only to see a small dish floating towards him, containing a hot spring egg sprinkled with soy sauce, with a pair of chopsticks on it.

"Ah Luo, where did this egg come from?" Han Qingyun took a sip, and was full of energy, immediately devouring it.

There were only hot springs next to the two sleeping halls, but Xing Luo brought in another cold spring and embedded them beside them.

"Junior brother brought it." Taking out a porcelain bottle from the cold spring, opening the cork, Xing Lao poured a glass of cold and sweet grape juice, and brought it to Han Qingyun's mouth.

Han Qingyun took a sip of the drink from his hand, feeling extremely happy, and couldn't help blurting out: "Why didn't he bring some meat?" Xing Lao only loves meat.

"Today is the Shangyuan Festival, and there is a temple fair in Pingyu Town, why don't we go out and taste delicious food?" Xing Luo sat on the bank, leaning over to drink the grape juice in Qingyun's mouth.

Han Qingyun really wanted to go out, but when he thought about the bad things he had encountered when he left the secret realm 500 years ago, he was a little scared, and because of this, he has been huddling with Xing Luo in the secret realm since the incident of the living puppet subsided.

Seeing Han Qingyun's hesitation, Xing Luo lightly scratched his cheek: "Master, don't think too much, it's over. Now the spirits and demons are harmonious, the world is peaceful, and there will be no more wars. And..."

Xing Luo couldn't help but carried Han Qingyun out of the pool, and put on his clothes for him: "I'm hungry too, isn't Master willing to accompany me?"

Now that the words have come to this point, of course Han Qingyun will not reject Xing Luo.The two changed into inconspicuous monk robes, put on veiled caps, and headed for Pingyu Town.

A round of bright and clear full moon floated on the sky, like a peaceful eye overlooking the noise of the world.

In Pingyu Town, every household hangs lanterns of different shapes in front of the windows.On Zhongyang Avenue, vendors crowded the roadsides, even every intersection, leaving only a small opening for one person to pass through.

Han Qingjun and Xing Luo walked around for a short time, and found that the flow of people was getting more and more crowded.

Rubbing shoulders together, Xing Luo embraced Han Qingyun's shoulders with one hand, held his hand in the other, and said in his ear: "Master, let's get closer, and don't get pushed apart."

"Why are there so many people?" Han Qingyun looked around, but couldn't see anything except people. It was a fantasy to move to a street vendor to buy some food.

Xing Luo was taller than him, standing out from the crowd, found the nearest food vendor, and slowly moved there with Han Qingyun: "In a peaceful and prosperous age, the people live in peace and prosperity, that's why the festival is so grand."

"Wait." Han Qingyun listened attentively, and heard a trace of unrest amidst the noise, "Why does it sound like there is crying?"

Xing Luo's ears moved slightly: "There is indeed a crying sound, like a child, over there."

"Go and have a look." As soon as Han Qingyun opened his mouth, Xing Luo led him to change direction and moved to where the crying came from.

After squeezing together for a quarter of an hour, the sound of crying was close to their ears. The two looked around, and finally saw a strange color between their moving legs.

"Give way, someone is hurt." Han Qingyun reminded.

People were full of interest, ignored this insignificant voice, and almost squeezed Han Qingyun who was against the flow of people.

"Master, be careful." Xing Lao protected Han Qingyun and pushed away the people around him.

I saw a six or seven-year-old girl kneeling on the ground, crying loudly, her pink dress was covered with dust, holding a trampled rabbit lantern tightly in her hand, the back of her hand seemed to have been stepped on, and it turned red And swollen.

Han Qingyun picked up the child and patted the long skirt: "There are too many people here, so find a place with few people."

Xing Luo opened his arms to protect him and moved towards the intersection.

Seeing Han Qingyun and Xing Luo, the girl's crying gradually weakened, and she suddenly grabbed Han Qingyun's weft yarn, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Mother..."

Immediately afterwards, she pulled Xing Lao's weft and called out: "Father."

"When did Master give birth to a baby for me?" Xing Luo laughed.

The two turned around the intersection and entered a less crowded restaurant.

Han Qingyun looked at the girl, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, pupils as black as ink, and joked: "Don't tell me, it really looks a bit like you."

The girl was still crying, hiccupping incessantly.

Han Qingyun caressed her back, and sat down with Xing Luo in a corner.

The waiter immediately came up to say hello.

Han Qingyun looked up, but he didn't expect Song Xiuyu to come.

Xing Luo was also very surprised, but the two were wearing veiled hats at this time, and the other party did not recognize them.

Han Qingyun took it for granted and ordered some cakes and fried vegetables that the children liked, and ordered some meat dishes for Xing Lao.

Song Xiuyu didn't say much, just wrote down one by one, wiped the table, and left.

"I didn't expect him to be a waiter here." Xing Luo couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Han Qingyun turned his head and saw that Song Xiuyu also stopped and looked back, looking at the two men's attire as a cultivator, with envy and remorse on their faces, the shopkeeper urged him, and he continued to work hard.

"He used to be extraordinary, so he was proud, he had no one in his eyes, he only looked up at the peak, and even slanted his sword. If he let it go, he would only..." Han Qingyun sighed softly. The road under his feet may be a blessing for him."

The turmoil of right and wrong has become the past, he no longer looks back, and takes the rabbit lamp from the girl's hand: "Little girl, stretch out your hand."

The girl stretched out her hand while crying, and Han Qingyun checked her. Fortunately, it was only a skin trauma. After applying Qi Xia's special medicine mixed with Lingcao decoction, most of the redness and swelling subsided immediately.

Xing Luo took the rabbit lamp casually, re-tied the bamboo frame, asked another waiter in another famous shop for some paper, and repaired the lamp after three times and five divisions.

When the dishes were ready, the girl finally stopped crying and stared straight at the pork belly on the table.

"It seems that her eating habits are similar to yours." Han Qingyun picked up a large piece of meat for her.

While the weft yarn was moving, the girl saw the beautiful face under the yarn, her face blushed slightly, she moved her buttocks, leaned close to Han Qingyun, and buried her head in eating meat.

"What's your name?" Han Qingyun asked.

The girl raised her head, her mouth full of oil: "A Luo."

Han Qingyun laughed: "You have the same name as this big brother."

A Luo looked at Xing Luo: "My Luo is Luo Hua's Luo, what about you?"

"Lao burns." Xing Lao picked up A Luo and let her sit beside him.

A Luo wanted to go back to Han Qingyun's side, Xing Lao said in a deep voice, "Sit down."

A Luo curled her lips, very dissatisfied, but her elder brother's tone was a bit like her father's, so she obediently did not move: "Which Luo is the burn?"

"It's the side of the fire word, with each brand." Han Qingyun explained patiently, dipped his chopsticks in the tea, and wrote the words on the table.

"I know this word, it's not Luo." A Luo said confidently, "It's baked, the baked pancake!"

Han Qingyun burst into a smile, and scratched A Luo's little nose: "Then your Luo is also Luo, a stiff neck."

"A Luo is A Luo!" A Luo shouted.

"Why did you call us parents just now?" The plate in front of the girl was empty, and Xing Lao picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork for him.

A Luo said while eating unceremoniously: "I didn't call you. My parents and you have the same clothes."

"Also a cultivator?" Han Qingyun was a little surprised. Usually, two cultivators would marry and enter the sect after giving birth to a child. However, looking at A Luo's attire, he looked like an ordinary mortal.

A Luo was full, and couldn't rest his hands. He pulled one black and one white weft, twisted it on his fingers and tied it in knots: "No. Mom and Dad are the same color as your clothes."

One black and one white attire, which is easy to recognize.

Leaving the restaurant, the peak of the temple fair has passed, and there are fewer people. Xing Lao leaned on his head, looked at the whole street, and saw two people, one black and one white, at a glance: "Here, he looks very anxious, he should be looking for child."

A Luo always wanted to cling to Qing Yun, and Xing Luo refused to lend Master a moment, so he took on the responsibility of holding the child.

Crossing the street, they finally meet A Luo's parents.

The father was dressed in a neat black dress with sleeves, with paper and sawdust stained on his body, while the mother wore a plain white dress with ink stains on the sleeves.When the two saw Ah Luo, they immediately rushed forward.

Xing Luo looked at them, slightly startled.

A Luo's father was born more like Xing Luo, and seeing Xing Luo's reaction, Han Qingyun immediately realized that these two must be the reincarnation of Xing Luo's parents.

The mother took A Luo and said with tears in her eyes: "Thank you two elders, we were only paying attention to the lantern stand just now, and A Luo ran away if one didn't pay attention."

"It's fine." Han Qingyun scraped the bridge of Ah Luo's nose, and said softly, "Don't run around anymore, you understand?"

Ah Luo nodded obediently: "Yes."

Xing Luo didn't say a word, the couple thanked again and were about to leave, he suddenly stepped forward and called them back: "You two stay a little longer."

"This..." Xing Luo took out the precious mirror of his parents' love from the Qiankun bag, met the doubtful eyes of the two, hesitated for a moment, and stuffed it into A Luo's arms, "For the child."

"It's too precious! We can't accept it." Father wanted to return the mirror. A Luo liked the mirror very much, shook his shoulders, and handed it to his father reluctantly.

Han Qingyun took the precious mirror, pinched a talisman, cast a protective spell on the mirror, and put it back into A Luo's arms: "We fell in love with this child, so don't refuse, here are our blessings, I can bless her for the rest of her life.”

The two couples were so grateful that they wanted to kneel down, and Xing Luo supported them: "It doesn't have to be like this, it's just a small gift."

The temple fair drew to a close, the crowd dispersed, and the young couple returned home with a smiling girl.

At the end of the long street, vendors selling sky lanterns are packing up and preparing to close their stalls.

Xing Lao bought a sky lantern, made a wish with Han Qingyun, and slowly came to the river.

"Speaking of which, I have always had a question." Xing Luo lit up under the sky lantern, "My protection spell was not a secret back then, why did no one in the cultivation world propose to break the protection spell with a beauty trick?"

The warm orange flame ignited brightly, illuminating Han Qingyun's face flushed slightly, and he blurted out: "Don't ask, asking is because the author of the hot chicken is not smart enough."

Xing Luo turned the sky lantern and looked at Han Qingyun with his head: "So it's the master who refuses to let me?"

Seeing Xing Luo's wish, Han Qingyun smiled on his face: "I told them that fierce beasts are different from ordinary people, and they are not good for men and women. Otherwise, your father would not have set up such a spell."

From the moment he first met Xing Lao, Han Qingyun decided to save him, as long as he was on the right path and broke his fate, no matter how much it cost.

"Master really understands me, I really don't like the way of men and women." Xing Luo kissed Han Qingyun, "I have to talk to you."

Let go of the sky lantern and hold it tightly.

The sky lantern lifted into the sky faintly, and the words written with care on the warm yellow paper were extremely clear.

May heaven and earth be well.

May life and death be with you forever.

The author has something to say: the full text is over, spread the flowers! ~(≧▽≦)/~

Thank you little angels for your company, see you in the next book!