Bing Nandong glanced at the cup and sat down across from Fan Zhiyi. His fingertips touched the rim of the cup as if by accident, and he spoke methodically, "You were unconscious for a day, and Qian Hu's case was resolved yesterday. Yesterday, a man named Wu, dressed as a scholar, came to the Immortal Court to sue Yue Tang. After asking, I learned that he comes to the court every day. At first, the court would prevaricate and refuse to accept his case with various excuses, but later they would simply kick him out without showing any mercy."
Bing Nandong paused, and seeing that Fan Zhiyi was listening intently, he continued, "According to Wu Sheng, everything about him and Yue Tang was just a rumor. Yue Tang chose to commit suicide because of it, while the person who spread the rumor is still living under a high-sounding pretense. He wants to seek justice for Yue Tang. Finally, after investigation, he found an entire room of unsavory portraits related to Yue Tang in Qian Hu's mansion. After comparison, these paintings and the ones previously circulated in the streets were all painted by the same person: Qian Hu himself."
"Qian Hu's confession was that no matter how he teased Yue Tang in the past, Yue Tang never took it seriously. He never expected that Yue Tang would be so upset this time and jump into the lake. He simply liked Yue Tang too much and didn't want her to like anyone else. Everything was just an accident."
"He still has the nerve to say that, huh." Fan Zhiyi sneered, feeling his forehead throbbing with anger again, and immediately poured himself another glass of water and drank it.
Bing Nandong also felt disgusted and frowned slightly. "Add to that the fact that he sent people to use evil magic. Taken together, he will be punished by receiving two divine rings, confiscating all his property, and leaving for exile tomorrow." Knowing that Fan Zhiyi didn't recognize the divine rings, Bing Nandong explained, "It's a whip soaked in magic that whips the soul. An ordinary person can only withstand three, and an immortal can only withstand ten."
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi still felt that the punishment was too light, "What about Yue Tang's injustice..."
"Now that the truth has been made public by the Immortal Court, and with the evidence, I'm sure most people have a clear idea of who's right and who's wrong. I just went to the Immortal Court and passed by the lake. I noticed a lot of white flowers and river lanterns placed there to pray for Yue Tang's rest."
Fan Zhiyi didn't comment, staring blankly at the rain outside, not knowing whether he had heard anything or not.
"Keep this."
Fan Zhiyi looked over and saw Bing Nandong pull out a yellow talisman from his Qiankun bag. He was surprised and asked, "You got this talisman back? How did you get it back? Why is Qian Hu willing to give it to you?"
"Of course I have plenty of ways. Don't send anyone next time."
"No, no, I'm keeping it for myself." Fan Zhiyi smiled. "By the way, you haven't told me how you drew this talisman? I really want to know!"
As soon as I finished speaking, a furry, plump, feather-shaped thing suddenly appeared in front of me, with a bell tied underneath. When I moved the handle, the furry thing swayed and the hanging bell jingled. It looked so cute that I wanted to reach out and pinch it.
Bing Nandong manipulated the device and swung it around. Fan Zhiyi's eyes swirled around, feeling a bit dizzy. He closed his eyes and immediately grabbed it: "Stop! Isn't this a cat toy?"
"I don't know, but it looks a bit like the one you made for Nanshan, so I thought of buying it and bringing it back to Nanshan."
Fan Zhiyi moved, and his hand felt soft and healing. Nanshan was so lucky.
After Bing Nandong said this, Fan Zhiyi's attention was completely diverted. Now he just wanted to go back to Tianyunmen as soon as possible and hug his baby Xiao Hei and kiss him madly to relieve his depressed mood.
Bing Nandong raised his hand, and the cat toy swung upwards. Fan Zhiyi subconsciously raised his hand to grab it, then realized something was wrong and stared at Bing Nandong: "Are you teasing me like Xiao Hei?"
"Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing take the bait." Bing Nandong chuckled and handed the cat toy to Fan Zhiyi, "Keep it."
Fan Zhiyi didn't make a move: "It doesn't matter who keeps it. It will all be given to Nanshan in the end anyway."
Bing Nandong was silent for a while, then said, "That's right."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Bing Nandong went to open it, and the waiter put porridge and buns on the table. Bing Nandong said, "You need to recuperate, so eat something light."
Fan Zhiyi stirred the porridge in the bowl and found it extremely bland. There was nothing he could do about it, it was his fault that he had a cold.
While eating, Bing Nandong asked him if he wanted to go see an exorcism. Fan Zhiyi had always been interested in these things, so he agreed, packed up, and went out with Bing Nandong, sharing an umbrella.
It was a bit inappropriate for two grown men to be together, so Fan Zhiyi paid for it out of his own pocket and bought one from someone selling umbrellas not far away. Finally, he had his own umbrella.
Fan Zhiyi took the umbrella and turned it around in his hand. This was his first time using an oil-paper umbrella, and he was still curious. Then he noticed Bing Nandong was looking at him, and instantly realized that he looked a little strange, so he chuckled.
Bing Nandong chuckled and brushed away the raindrops on his shoulders: "Have a good fight. If you get a fever again, I won't care about you anymore. You're really hard to take care of."
"Everyone gets sick." Fan Zhiyi said dissatisfiedly. It was just that he would talk nonsense and become willful after he got sick.
Finally they arrived at the Immortal Court. It turned out that what Bing Nandong meant by exorcism was to drive away the ghost spirits from the girls who were possessed by Yue Tang.
The news of the exorcism was released today, and these girls gathered here early in the morning.
Fan Zhiyi looked around curiously and felt that it was quite similar to the county government office in TV dramas.
They walked through the front hall and arrived at the backyard, where there were many people, including disciples of Tianyun Sect.
A slightly bitter medicinal aroma wafted out, filling the entire Xian Yamen.
Seeing them, Xu Qing came over and said, "Senior Brother, that Wu Sheng is here again, he's over there." Xu Qing signaled with his eyes.
She spoke softly, but she didn't mean to hide it from Fan Zhiyi, so Fan Zhiyi looked in the direction Xu Qing said and found an elegant man in a light-colored robe sitting on the side, with his eyes lowered, his cheeks a little sunken, and his eye sockets dark. It looked like he hadn't slept for a long time and had no energy at all.
Bing Nandong didn't even look at him before directly ordering, "Ignore him." Then he softened his voice to Fan Zhiyi, "Follow me."
Fan Zhiyi then withdrew his gaze and followed Bing Nandong into a room where a young girl lay on a bed. The disciple on guard said, "This girl's symptoms are a bit more serious. I'm undecided, so I'm asking Senior Brother to consider this."
"Did she take the medicine?"
"Junior Sister has already given her some to drink."
"Okay, go ahead and do your work. I'll leave this girl to me."
The disciple bowed and left, and Bing Nandong signaled Fan Zhiyi to close the door.
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