Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ling Huang never thought about it, in fact, Prince Li Xian is his best candidate for master.

It wasn't until the man shouldered Luohua and said a cold sentence that Ling Huang was woken up.

On the afternoon of the third day of the appointment with Li Qian, Ling Huang took a bath and then burned incense. After everything was settled, he left the Linghuang Palace with the teacher's letter in his sleeve.

Arriving at the prince's bedroom behind the Jingtian Temple, Ling Huang blows a good gust of wind outside.

If the original owner knew that he had worshiped Li Xian, who was nearly [-] years younger than him, as his teacher, he didn't know how he would feel.

But for Ling Huang, this is the only way he can go. In comparison, adjusting his mentality has become the easiest thing.

Carrying the letter of apprenticeship into the study room of the bedroom, Li Qian was sitting at the table reviewing official documents.

"Have you thought it through?" Li Qianduan sat in the chair and asked without raising his head while writing.

With both hands holding the invitation letter above his head, Ling Huang bent his knees and knelt on the ground, "Master, please accept the apprentice's invitation letter."

Li Qian raised his head and glanced at Ling Huang, before uttering a single word: "Nian."

"The way of teaching is great." Ling Huang read out word by word from the excerpted and revised post in the classics, "Introduction to teaching and investing in one's skills is a strategy for feeding and feeding the family. It has been passed down from generation to generation with solemn etiquette. Today there are A foolish student, Ling Huang, was lucky to meet a famous teacher. He wished to be an apprentice, receive karma to cultivate his body, and cultivate morality and righteousness. Although he was divided into masters and apprentices, and became friends with father and son, he should know respect for the master, and the teachings he received would never be forgotten, and his love came from his heart. , there is absolutely no repentance, empty words have no proof, I would like to use this word to show my solemnity!"

Li Qian was still holding a brush in his hand, and raised his eyebrows a little, "How to feed and clothe your family? Do you have a family to support?"

"This..." Ling Huang didn't expect that Li Qian would be haggling over his words, and shook his head honestly, "I have no home to support."

Li Qian's raised eyebrows fell, his face was as frosty as ice.

Ling Huang explained with a sneer, "Master, although I have no family to support now, I will always have a family in the future."

Li Qian didn't bother much, put down the brush, got up and walked to Ling Huang, took the teacher's invitation letter, opened it and looked at it.

"Since you have made up your mind to worship me as your teacher, then go ahead and worship me." After finishing speaking, Li Qian put the post on the table, with his hands behind his back, he looked down, with a serious and majestic expression.

To worship a teacher, you must kneel three times and kowtow nine times, and you must be pious in your heart, and you must not have distracting thoughts other than being a teacher, otherwise you will be dishonest, and you will be punished and repaid in the matter of master and apprentice in the future.

Ling Huang calmed down, tried his best to get rid of distracting thoughts, and then began to bow down.

After kneeling three times and prostrating nine times, Ling Huang called Li Qian again, "Master."

Li Qian stretched out his hand, covered the top of Ling Huang's head with his palm, and warned in a deep voice: "Purity and inaction, return to simplicity and truth, the way of immortality is precious, and there is no measure for people."

Ling Huang kowtowed again: "I would like to follow Master's instruction."

"Follow me into the Sword Tomb of Yuqing Realm." Li Xi withdrew his hand and walked towards the door first.

"Yes, Master." Ling Huang kowtowed again and got up quickly, following Li Qian's pace.

Yuqingjing is outside the Tiangong, and Tengyun will arrive in half an hour. From a distance, Yuqingjing is looming in the clouds and mist. All kinds of buildings are in the color of sapphire, and the tops of the buildings are surrounded by faint purple smoke.

Since Li Jian was the closed disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun in Yuqing Realm, and he was the crown prince, the young disciples of Yuqing Realm knelt down to greet him from a distance.

Li Qian led Ling Huang into an ancient pagoda all the way, instead of going up the stairs, he went down to the underground palace of the ancient pagoda.

The huge underground palace was filled with thick mist, and Li Xi stood at the entrance of the underground palace and stopped moving forward, "This is the Sword Tomb of the Jade Qing Realm. You go and get the weapon at hand and come back to find me."

After Ling Huang said "yes", he walked into the mist.

In the cold sword mound, many weapons were placed in a seemingly messy manner.

Knife, sword, whip, fan...

Ling Huang didn't know which one to choose, he just touched everything and tried to pick it up, but everything was extremely heavy, and Ling Huang's strength was useless at all.

Seeing a flash of light in the fog, Ling Huang walked towards it.