I asked you to save the villain, not to take him as your wife!

The next day, early in the morning, Ji Qinran's room was broken into.

At that time, Ji Qinran was practicing with a spirit stone in one hand.

After breaking through the second level, one must practice martial arts diligently, and similarly, one's cultivation must also be improved.

After all, no matter how well you practice martial arts, if you don’t have enough cultivation, you will be crushed.

Ji Qinran had everything planned out, practicing swordsmanship during the day and improving his levels at night.

Use both methods at the same time, and after you have made some progress in your practice, you can show off in front of Wuxianzun and let him see.

After all, his swordsmanship was chosen for him by the other party. After he made some progress in his training, it was reasonable for him to hand in his homework to him, right?

It would be even better if Wuxianzun thought he had good talent and wanted to teach him.

Ji Qinran was having a very happy imagination, so when his room was suddenly broken into, he didn't react for a moment.

After all, this is the residence of the inner disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

By the time he reacted and was about to take out his protective magic weapon, he had already been grabbed by the collar and thrown out of the room.

Ji Qinran: “…”

Being grabbed by the collar and thrown around, doesn't he have any dignity left?

It was also at this time that he realized that the person carrying him flying was none other than the leader of Jiange.

"Master, where are we going?" Ji Qinran asked helplessly as he was being dragged by the Master of Jiange.

"A good place." The leader of Jiange smiled mysteriously.

Ji Qinran did not ask any further questions. After all, he knew from the moment he heard the words that this person was not going to tell him.

However, he didn't really care where he went.

What he cares about is...

"Master, could you try flying me in a different way? This way of lifting me by the back of the neck is too embarrassing." Ji Qinran discussed with the Master of Jiange.

It would be much better to just hold the shoulders, why hold the back of the neck?

It made him look like a little chick.

"No." The Sword Pavilion Master refused without hesitation.

It was most convenient to hold the back collar, so he was too lazy to change position.

What's more, if you want to change the posture, what posture should you change to?

You can't just put your arm around my waist, right?

Although Ji Qinran is just a child in his eyes, he is also a boy.

Moreover, at the age of fifteen, in a mortal town, it is time for him to discuss marriage.

It would be weird if he really flew with his arms around his waist.

It's better to hold up the collar from behind, no one will think of a messy relationship.

As for whether the person being carried will be laughed at...

The leader of Jiange Pavilion said, a man is born between heaven and earth, so what's wrong with being laughed at a few times?

Just consider it as a way to train your character!

Ji Qinran had already anticipated that the Pavilion Master would refuse, but he did not expect that the Pavilion Master would refuse so straightforwardly.

There was no other way, he could only settle for the next best thing.

"Then Pavilion Master, can you fly higher?" Ji Qinran asked seriously.

If you can't change your posture, then at least fly higher.

In this way, the disciples below would not be able to see him clearly, and he would not be embarrassed as long as he was not recognized.

"There is a formation above." said the Sword Pavilion Master.

In other words, it still doesn’t work.

Ji Qinran: “…”

Ji Qinran was silent.

At this moment, he really wanted to cover his face with his sleeves.

But the disciples' uniforms of Jiange have narrow sleeves that fit closely to the arms.

Suddenly, Ji Qinran's expression suddenly became a little strange, as if he had thought of something.

The next moment, the Sword Pavilion Master saw him take something out of his storage bag.

After a closer look, I realized it was a pure white mask.

Ji Qinran forced a brilliant smile that revealed eight teeth, and then put the pure white mask on his face.

This pure white mask looks like a hard object, but when it is put on the face, it blends into the skin like water.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Qinran's face changed rapidly, and finally, it froze into another face.

A face that was extremely familiar to the Sword Pavilion Master...

His own face.

"What are you...doing?" The owner of Jiange Pavilion was confused.

Ji Qinran looked at him with innocent eyes: "I am not afraid of losing face."

Facing a face that looked exactly like his own, with an innocent look on its face, the Sword Pavilion Master suddenly felt unwell all over.

Ji Qinran was afraid of being embarrassed, so he turned into him to embarrass him, right?

"Change back!" The Sword Pavilion Master gritted his teeth.

He was a seventh-rank cultivator, but the face he had lost in hundreds of years was not as much as the one Ji Qinran had lost for him.

"No change!" Ji Qinran shook his head like a rattle, his tone particularly firm.

Wouldn't I be embarrassed again if I changed back?

He won't do that!

"Change back, I'll change the posture and take you flying." The leader of Jian Pavilion gritted his teeth and said with some grievance.

He wanted to beat Ji Qinran up, but the other party was beaten on his face. It hurt, but he was still the one who was embarrassed.

Moreover, it would be very strange and awkward if your face grew on someone else's body.

"You change first." Ji Qinran bargained.

The Sword Pavilion Master took a deep breath, then slapped his waist with his free hand, and a sword flew out from the storage bag on his waist.

After the sword flew out of the storage bag, it grew several times larger and then flew to the feet of the two people.

The Sword Pavilion Master placed Ji Qinran on the sword and said coldly, "Can you change back now?"

"Hehe, sure." Ji Qinran said, without taking off Thousand Faces, but controlling Thousand Faces and changing back to his own appearance.

Upon seeing this, the Sword Pavilion Master, who was originally about to make some moves, retracted his thoughts.

No, you can’t beat me.

This kid is wearing a magic disguise on his face. It would be bad if he starts beating me and then turns back into his own appearance.

"My dear nephew." The Sword Pavilion Master said faintly: "Do you have a favorite color?"

Ji Qinran was a little confused: "I don't have any favorites, why are you asking this?"

doing what?

The Sword Pavilion Master smiled faintly.

Of course, when putting on the sack for this kid, choose a color that he likes!

Although he thought so, the leader of Jiange would not say it directly.

"Just asking." The Sword Pavilion Master said with a smile.

"Oh." Seeing that the Pavilion Master was unwilling to say, Ji Qinran did not ask any further questions.

He always had a hunch that if he continued to ask questions, the answers he would get might not be very friendly to him.

Ji Qinran calmed down, but the Sword Pavilion Master spoke at this moment.

"Boy, didn't you ask me before where we were going? Now I'll tell you." said the Master of Jiange.

"Where are you going?" Ji Qinran suddenly became curious.

"Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

"Ah?" Ji Qinran became more and more confused.

Going to the Sutra Repository should be a place to choose martial arts and techniques, right?

But he had already made his choice yesterday!

"What? Do you know who lives on the top floor of the Sutra Repository?" the Sword Pavilion Master asked casually.

Ji Qinran thought, of course he knew.

But he couldn't say it directly.

Thinking about it, Ji Qinran's eyes turned: "How can I know this? It can't be Wuxianzun, right?"