Bing Nandong opened the window halfway to let in some air, but also to ensure that Feiyu wouldn't fall in and wet the floor. "Do the injuries on your waist and hands hurt?"
"I'm used to it for a little bit." These injuries always hurt on rainy days.
"Are you still taking the medicine?"
"I haven't used it much since my injury healed. I don't think it has any effect."
"Let's go see the doctor tomorrow. I'll massage you later."
Fan Zhiyi waved his hand: "It's okay, it's all healed a long time ago, it's just a sequelae, I don't really care about it."
Bing Nandong gave him a look, and Fan Zhiyi calmed down: "Okay then."
Taking advantage of this gap, Fan Zhiyi walked closer to look at Bing Nandong's bookcase, and found that he couldn't even understand the titles of the books Bing Nandong was reading. They were really profound.
Just when Fan Zhiyi was watching intently, a handkerchief was rudely placed on his head.
Bing Nandong first placed the sword on the sword rest, and then he awkwardly and carefully helped Fan Zhiyi wipe his hair.
"You really cherish this sword." After all, Bing Nandong carries it with him wherever he goes and is inseparable from the sword.
"This is my mother's legacy." Bing Nandong's voice was light, and although he tried hard to hide it, the sadness in it still shone through. "I have never seen my mother since I can remember. I only heard from the Sect Leader that she was a highly anticipated candidate for the Ghost Gate of the Tianyun Sect, but she turned against the norm and fell in love with a ghost. That was my father."
Ghost? Fan Zhiyi was shocked. Could Bing Nandong be...
"As a member of a reputable and righteous sect, my mother's actions undoubtedly offended the numerous sects in the world of immortal cultivation who viewed ghosts as their enemies. She was hunted down. The sect leader, moved by her bond with the Tianyun Sect, secretly took her in, on the condition that she sever ties with my father. She agreed, but soon after giving birth to me, she chose my father again. She even tried to break the seal of the Ghost Gate for my father, but ultimately failed and disappeared, leaving behind only this sword."
This was the first time Bing Nandong spoke about his life story. His voice was so calm, yet it made Fan Zhiyi feel distressed. No wonder Bing Nandong treasured this sword so much, and no wonder Bing Nandong was so obsessed with the Ghost Gate.
"The Tianyun Sect adopted me, and the Sect Master taught me with great care. However, I must repay my mother's debt to the Ghost Sect. Zhiyi, let this world return to its former glory, and protect the world's peace. This is what I deserve, and it is also the responsibility of every cultivator." Bing Nandong's movements became more familiar as he wiped the roots of Fan Zhiyi's hair. Then he glanced at the sword, "This is a good sword."
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what to say. It was such a heavy topic that comfort always seemed pale and powerless. The scars left by these traumas could not be healed with just a few words.
"Okay, I've wiped it." Bing Nandong's voice changed and returned to his usual tone, as if it wasn't him who had just said those words. He put the slightly damp handkerchief on his head and rubbed it casually, then said to Fan Zhiyi, "Come with me."
Walking all the way to the bed, Fan Zhiyi watched Bing Nandong take out a large, simple and clean box from under the bed: "This is the box I told you about. I cast a spell on it. Only you and I can open it. Do you want to take a look?"
As soon as this was mentioned, Fan Zhiyi became interested. He squatted down and asked curiously, "How do I open it? Should I recite a spell or make some gestures?" Fan Zhiyi gestured with his hands, and then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Bing Nandong suppressed his laughter and reached out to pull him: "Sit on the bed, I'll bring the box up."
Speaking of this, Fan Zhiyi thought of an old memory. He stared at Bing Nandong and said, "I remember the first time we escaped from Xue's house and were taken in by Jiu Wanli, you kicked me out of bed early one morning."
Bing Nandong: "..."
"Don't say you forgot, I remember it clearly! At that time, my waist was still injured, and I was half asleep. The fall was so painful, I almost wanted to punch you in the face."
"Then do you want to kick it back?" Bing Nandong leaned closer and opened his thin lips, "I'll let you kick it back."
Fan Zhiyi's attention was attracted by those lips. Bing Nandong's lips were extremely beautiful. It would be better to say that every part of his body was beautiful. The more Fan Zhiyi looked at him, the more satisfied he became.
Fan Zhiyi turned his eyes away: "Oh, let's talk business first. How do we open this box?"
"Sit down." Bing Nandong gestured with his eyes, then moved the box to the bed. "Put your hand on it."
Fan Zhiyi was half-believing, half-doubting, but it turned out to be true: "It's that simple. There's no complicated formation or three outer and three inner layers of enclosure. Bing Nandong, isn't your security awareness too poor?"
"That's fine, but if it's too complicated, I'm afraid someone won't be able to remember how to open it, and will just cry while hugging the box." Bing Nandong opened the treasure chest, raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of pride. "Take a look."
Fan Zhiyi widened his eyes. The golden light was so bright that it blinded his eyes!
I am so happy, so happy, it’s like I suddenly won the lottery and became a millionaire!
Fan Zhiyi's mind went blank and he almost wanted to faint on this mountain of gold and silver.
Bing Nandong smiled, one hand resting on the edge of the box to support his head as he looked at Fan Zhiyi, who was obsessed with money. "Do you like it?"
"I like it!" He likes it so much.
"They're all yours." Bing Nandong was happy to see Fan Zhiyi happy. "Later, I'll exchange all these magical instruments you don't need for spirit stones and put them in your Qiankun bag. This way, you won't attract other people's attention. Otherwise, if you, a person who knows nothing, carry these treasures with you, it's easy for people to covet you."
Fan Zhiyi touched these treasures with his hands. He actually hoped that these things would never be exchanged for spirit stones and put into his Qiankun bag.
He concealed his emotion, still pretending to be carefree with his eyes full of spiritual stones: "Okay, okay."
Then Fan Zhiyi watched Bing Nandong put the box back with his eyes wide open. He asked him several times whether it was safe to put it there and whether it would be stolen by thieves. Bing Nandong was speechless and almost rolled his eyes at him.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, a few strands of hair hanging down from behind his ears, and kindly reminded him: "Your hair is not dry yet."
While Bing Nandong continued to dry his hair, Fan Zhiyi sat obediently on the edge of the bed.
It's not that he has to sit there, it's just that he can't refuse Bingnandong's kindness. Besides, there is really no place to sit in this room except the bed and the cushion.
Bing Nandong hung up the handkerchief and walked over: "Turn your back to me."
Fan Zhiyi did as he was told and felt a warmth on his waist, which eased his pain. He realized that Bing Nandong was using his spiritual power again and sighed, "Don't use your spiritual power all the time. Just press it casually."
"Don't talk."
Okay, he shut up.
If that's the case, then why did he refuse Bing Nandong to dry his hair earlier and then let things develop to this point? Sure enough, his brain didn't work well after falling in love.
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