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

On the second day, Ji Qinran finished his training early and followed Wuxianzun into the opened up space to soak in the ice spring.

This time, Wuxianzun did not let Ji Qinran fall freely until he was about to touch the ground before pulling him up. This time, Ji Qinran was grabbed by the shoulders by Wuxianzun and flew down.

After landing, Wuxianzun asked, "Do you remember the location of the ice spring?"

"Master, I remember it." Ji Qinran nodded.

The monks have a very good memory. He just left yesterday, but Ji Qinran hasn’t forgotten it so quickly.

"Then you go by yourself. Your master has something else to do." Wuxianzun said immediately after hearing Ji Qinran's answer.

"Okay." Ji Qinran agreed immediately.

"I still have something to tell you." Wuxianzun was not in a hurry to leave.

"Master, please say." Ji Qinran acted as if he was listening attentively.

“Soak in the ice spring until the warmth from the physical training technique is gone, then get up. Also, this is for you.” Wuxianzun took out a bell from his sleeve.

"Bell?" Ji Qinran reached out to take it and shook it.

After shaking the bell a few times, Ji Qinran showed a puzzled expression: "Master, why doesn't this bell ring?"

"This is not how you use the bell. You need to input spiritual power into it." Wuxianzun began to teach him.

"Oh." Upon hearing this, Ji Qinran hurriedly input spiritual power into the bell.

After inputting spiritual power, the bell will ring without shaking.

At the same time, the sound of bells was heard from Wuxianzun's sleeves.

"What is this?" Ji Qinran looked at Wuxianzun in surprise.

"There is a pair of bells. When one rings, the other will ring as well." Wuxianzun explained.

After saying that, he continued without waiting for Ji Qinran to speak: "This space prohibits flying magic tools. When you want to come out, ring the bell."

"I understand, Master." Ji Qinran said obediently.

"Master is leaving." Wuxianzun said after making sure that there was nothing to explain.

"Master, wait a minute!" Ji Qinran hurriedly called out to him.

"Is there anything else?" Wuxianzun turned around and asked.

"It's like this. When I was picking up papers yesterday, I found that one piece was missing. It was an unfinished portrait painting. It might have fallen somewhere high. Master, remember to look for it." Ji Qinran hurriedly told him about this.

When Wuxianzun heard what Ji Qinran said, he understood.

Ji Qinran didn't know that the painting was painted and put away by Wuxianzun, so he thought it was lost.

But Immortal Master Wu knew it.

However, Ji Qinran was kindly reminding him now, so he had to respond.

"Don't worry, Master has found it." Wuxianzun said.

Ji Qinran's eyes immediately revealed a hint of gossip.

His master seemed to care a lot about that painting.

I didn't even have to remind myself that I noticed the painting was missing and found it.

Ji Qinran really wanted to ask who was in the painting to satisfy his curiosity.

But after hesitating for a while, he still didn't speak.

After all, he and Wuxianzun have just become master and disciple, so it’s better to suppress his curiosity for now.

But he felt that the portrait should be unusual.

Although the details of the clothes and facial features were not drawn, Ji Qinran could still tell that it was a man.

It doesn't look like his master's self-portrait at all. Could the other person be closely related to his master?

A friend? Or a companion who died early?

No wonder Ji Qinran would make such a guess.

Ji Qinran made this guess only because it was really possible.

Think about it, the heroine Kong Xunzhu's master was not moved at all.

It’s possible that his master already has someone in his heart.

As for whether he was practicing the ruthless way, it could be that the person he loved died, so he started practicing it.

Ji Qinran was daydreaming on his own but didn't dare show it at all.

Don’t ask, because you’re afraid of getting beaten.

Wuxianzun naturally didn't know that his new disciple was so imaginative.

Seeing that Ji Qinran really had nothing to say, he left.

After Wuxianzun left, Ji Qinran quickly walked towards the ice spring.

With yesterday's training experience, Ji Qinran deliberately counted the number of times he practiced the body training technique in the ice spring today.

Finally, it was determined that he could no longer generate warmth after practicing for 360 times.

Without the warmth, Ji Qinran climbed out of the pool.

After putting on his clothes, Ji Qinran was not in a hurry to ring the bell to ask Wuxianzun to take him out.

He found an open space, took out the sword from his storage bag, and started practicing swordsmanship.

After practicing sword for several hours, Ji Qinran clearly felt that he had made some progress.

He is a little proud.

However, when he thought of his master's achievements, he suppressed his pride.

Beware of arrogance and impetuosity!

After calming himself down and adjusting his breathing, Ji Qinran took out the bell and input spiritual power.

Wuxianzun came very quickly. As soon as Ji Qinran rang the bell, Wuxianzun arrived.

After he came down, he didn't say much. He grabbed Ji Qinran's shoulders and flew upwards.

To be honest, Wuxianzun felt that grabbing the shoulders was not convenient at all.

But he still remembered that Ji Qinran was very resistant to being grabbed by the collar.

So even though the feeling of having his shoulders grabbed was very uncomfortable, he still chose to endure it.

For the following period of time, Ji Qinran's life was very peaceful.

Every morning he would enter the space opened up by Wuxianzun to soak in the ice spring, and then practice sword for a few hours. In the evening he would return to the room on the top floor of the Sutra Library to practice his skills and improve his level.

Of course, as his master, Wuxianzun would occasionally give him some guidance on swordsmanship.

This kind of life lasted for half a year.

The outside world has also entered early winter from summer.

This morning, Ji Qinran got up early as usual, but he did not plan to enter the small space to practice.

"Master, my cultivation can no longer be suppressed." Ji Qinran found Wuxianzun and began to speak.

As early as more than a month ago, he was able to break through to the third level.

However, Wuxianzun did not let him break through, but instead tried his best to suppress his strength.

Although Ji Qinran was confused, he also knew that Wuxianzun was doing this for his own good and would not harm him.

However, after suppressing it for more than a month, he now clearly feels that he can no longer suppress it.

"Have you learned the tribulation formation I taught you before?" Upon hearing this, Lord Wuxian simply asked.

"Don't worry, Master. I have memorized it by heart." Ji Qinran said, patting his chest.

Wuxianzun nodded: "Let's go then."

As he spoke, Wuxianzun grabbed Ji Qinran's shoulders and walked towards the window.

A few minutes later, the master and disciple arrived at a barren mountain.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a barren mountain.

There is no grass on this hill, and it is full of potholes.

“This is the mountain where the disciples of the Sword Pavilion undergo tribulation. Because people often undergo tribulation here, all the trees, flowers and plants have been chopped down.” Wuxianzun explained casually.

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, and a pile of familiar objects appeared on the ground.