Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Since becoming a teacher, although Ling Huang has also been included in the Yuqing Realm, he has had little chance to meet people in the sect.

Except for Li Qian, he couldn't recognize anyone standing in front of Ling Huang.

However, the original owner Feng Linghuang's greatest hobby is to stay in the house, and he has never dealt with the Supreme God. Ling Huang has no information to check, and now he is going to be embarrassed.

Before Yuntou, Ling Huang ignored this uncle, if he knew that Ling Huang was the second generation disciple of Yuqing Realm...

But if he concealed his identity now, it would be adding more mistakes to his mistakes, and if he was exposed later, he might even implicate his master and criticize his disciples for being helpless.

"Little fairy friend? It's just a taboo name. Is it embarrassing for you? Is it because I am a disciple of the first generation of Yuqingjing that I can't compare with you and make you look down upon me?" Although the Taiyi Shangshen was still smiling, the meaning in the words was already gone. Very upset.

Ling Huang gritted his teeth, knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and lowered his head, "Fifth Master, above, Ling Huang was disrespectful earlier, please forgive me!"

After waiting for a long time without any sound, Ling Huang raised his head slightly.

I saw Taiyi Shangshen's face was full of surprise, staring at Ling Huang with his mouth open, as if he didn't know how to respond.

Ling Huang nodded again, "Ling Huang is rude, please forgive me!"

After waiting for a long while, the Taiyi High God seemed to come to his senses and said, "You are Ling Huang High God?"

Ling Huang said: "I am Ling Huang."

"Feng Linghuang?" He asked again.

Ling Huang nodded again, "Master, I am Ling Huang."

"Stand up now." Taiyi Shangshen's tone became serious.

Ling Huang hurriedly got up and stood up.

The God of Taiyi didn't really believe Ling Huang's words, so he used spells to investigate, and then nodded, "Sure enough, it's the immortal energy of the Phoenix family, no wonder this crane wants to follow you all the way."

Ling Huang could only nod his head again.

If it was an ordinary god, knowing Ling Huang's true identity, he would turn pale in shock and kneel down to worship.

Taiyi High God is an uncle, so naturally he can't worship him, but Ling Huang is indeed a high-ranking High God, so from this perspective, he should worship him.

Thinking that maybe he was struggling, Ling Huang said in a low voice: "Master, there is no need to worry about my rank, Ling Huang's cultivation level is still low, and Ling Huang deserves the courtesy received by the rank of God. "

"Do you think I want to worship you?" Taiyi Shangshen returned to his foolish look.

Ling Huang looked up at him, but he tapped Ling Huang's forehead with his finger, "I was just thinking, my junior brother really knows how to pick apprentices. Since I am your senior uncle, why should I worship you? You just Stop delusional."

Ling Huang's ears felt hot when he said these words.

"They're all old people who have lived for 7000 years, and it's the first time they've been photographed on it today. It's amazing~" Tai Yi chuckled for a while.

After finally laughing, Tai Yi told Ling Huang that what Ling Huang was holding was not a watermelon, but a danmu fruit from the red danmu tree, and he deliberately split it open to show Ling Huang the black flesh inside.

He was led into the Danmu forest by the Supreme God, and found an open space to sit down.

He asked Ling Huang why he came to Yanxi Mountain, and Ling Huang answered truthfully.

"There are quite a few tall horses in Tiangong who don't want to ride. They insist on riding this lake beast. The people in Tiangong know how to enjoy themselves." Tai Yi sneered at this.

Ling Huang sat upright, didn't echo or refute, just took out the Qiankun bag, turned out a small table from inside, a pot of fruit wine, a wine glass, several dishes of cold dishes, a pair of bowls and chopsticks, all set up.

"Tsk tsk." Tai Yi shook his head, "Your bag is well made."

Ling Huang poured him a glass of wine, "Master's reward is always good."

Tai Yi grabbed the Qiankun bag and looked at the embroidery on it, "My junior brother, this flower is planted in the bedroom, and the Qiankun bag embroidered with this flower is also pitiful."

Ling Huang didn't understand, "Master, what does this flower say?"

Tai Yi took a sip of wine and said, "The late Tianhou loves acacia the most. Your master can only look at this flower when he misses his mother. Do you think he is pitiful?"