The perspective returns to the present. After hearing what Lu Changfu said, Bing Nandong finally raised his head slightly. His voice was hoarse and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Xiaoyao?" His eyes were gray and lifeless.
Lu Changfu stepped forward and untied the heavy chains that bound him. The moment he lost his support, he caught Bing Nandong's falling body. "The master told me to tell you not to say anything you shouldn't say after you go to the Immortal Venerable." After a pause, he continued, "Remember to ask the master for the antidote once a month."
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"Nandong, you can't defeat the Tianyun Sect. Besides, the world of immortal cultivation is plagued by ghost energy, and the situation is not optimistic. Haven't you always wanted to save the people from dire straits since you were a child? Now you just know the truth, and everything else remains the same. You can pretend you don't know, continue to be your Tianyun Sect's eldest brother, and then devote yourself to the Ghost Sect to fulfill your ideals. But it will all end in death, so why not choose a path that makes you more comfortable?"
"……Oh."
Bing Nandong pushed Lu Changfu away, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. He struggled to stand up, but his legs, which had not walked for many years, seemed to have completely lost their ability to walk. He limped and walked very slowly.
He suddenly remembered a story Fan Zhiyi had told him about a mermaid who, for love, endured the agony of having her fish tail transformed into legs, each step like walking on the edge of a knife. At the time, Bing Nandong had thought it was not worth it, but now he just found it funny.
Fan Zhiyi.
He hadn't thought of this name for a long time. Every time he thought of it, the pain was unbearable, more painful than the injuries on his body.
That time, and the only time Fan Zhiyi came to see him, he told him exactly what had happened between them, including the sacred flowers they had exchanged and the scene of their first kiss and embrace, just to make him believe that he was really Fan Zhiyi, and that he had really betrayed him as everyone said.
Fan Zhiyi told him that he was terrified when he was captured, and they promised him that if he told Bing Nandong everything, he could get any benefits he wanted after capturing him. As a result, Fan Zhiyi enjoyed a lifetime of endless wealth and peace. As for his physical condition, he was indeed forced to take the medicine given by the Tianyun Sect, but unfortunately it didn't work. He urged Bing Nandong to just do as the Sect Leader had instructed and die, saying that he was now living a happy life with his Taoist partner. Although he felt guilty towards Bing Nandong, it was also an act of survival, and asked Bing Nandong not to blame him.
In the end, he actually felt that Bing Nandong was pathetic and thought too highly of himself.
They had only known each other for less than three months. How could she feel willing to die for him? Bing Nandong was too naive.
Bing Nandong thought of everything that had seemed so far away. He clutched his heart, feeling a surge of blood in his throat as his blood surged. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth without a care.
Lu Changfu followed him all the way until they left the prison. The sunlight shone on Bing Nandong's face. He covered his eyes with his hands, feeling a strong sense of discomfort.
Then, he was caught off guard and someone kicked him hard on the leg, causing Bing Nandong to fall heavily to the ground without any preparation, and felt a sharp pain in his kneecap.
However, the torture of the past ten years has made Bing Nandong numb to the pain. It is only the knee injury that prevents him from standing up for a while.
Mrs. Lu looked at Murong Xiao, who was standing aside gloating over his misfortune, and said with a forced smile, "Why are you here, young master?"
Because this matter involved Bing Nandong, and was a secret of the Tianyun Sect, Murong Xiao did not bring any followers with him. He folded his arms and looked at Bing Nandong mockingly, feeling extremely satisfied. "Of course, my father didn't believe you, so he asked me to come and take a look."
Murong Xiao wanted to go forward and do something to Bing Nandong, but Lu Changfu blocked Bing Nandong's way and said, "Since that's the case, please don't do anything unnecessary."
Murong Xiao looked at Lu Changfu with disdain: "Who do you think you are to control this young master? Don't think that just because your father has paid more attention to you recently, it's a big deal."
The smile on Lu Changfu's face remained unchanged, and he lowered his voice: "Young Master, don't forget, last time you accidentally killed Bing Nandong, the headmaster was so angry that he locked you up for seven years, and only released you when the Immortal Lord came."
"How dare you use your father to pressure me?"
"Young Master, it's better for you to be more steady. This way, the Sect Master will have less worries." After saying this, Lu Changfu no longer paid attention to Murong Xiao and walked over to help Bing Nandong up. "I'll take Bing Nandong to change his clothes and then send him to the Immortal Venerable. If you want to follow, please come with me."
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Fan Zhiyi was very unsure about the new disciple who was about to come. Teaching Cen Jun had already consumed a lot of brain cells, and now there would be another one. Besides, he was not doing charity. Fan Zhiyi felt that he was not great enough to contact people outside of the mission.
Fan Zhiyi sighed. What else could he say now? He would just take it one step at a time.
The worried Fan Zhiyi raised the teapot and prepared to make himself a cup of bitter tea that suited his mood, but he found that not even a drop of water could be squeezed out of the teapot. He looked at the protagonist who was still practicing sword in shock, and couldn't help but think that the protagonist is the protagonist. He said that if he asked him to drink it all, there would really be not a drop left.
Fan Zhiyi became even more worried. When he became worried, he wanted to curse Bai Bai. Why was their system so unreliable? Did it take so long to repair a program?
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi keenly felt that someone was coming this way. He stood up and looked towards the only path leading to this place, only to see that the Tianyun Sect disciple he had seen before, who was following behind the Sect Master, was leading another person who was also dressed in white.
There was some distance between the two of them, and the atmosphere between them seemed a little strange.
Cen Jun, who had always been unaffected by the outside world and focused on practicing sword, also stopped and looked straight at the two of them, with shock and disbelief in his eyes beyond words.
Is this acquaintance?
Fan Zhiyi guessed, and couldn't help but carefully observe this person who should be his new apprentice.
The man was tall and thin, with a single white jade hairpin in his hair. The dangling white ribbon blended into his thick black hair, blowing in the wind. Most strikingly, he had a layer of white gauze covering his eyes. Even so, it was clear he had a handsome face, a rare sight. Furthermore, his legs seemed to be struggling, and he walked with remarkable slowness.
The person leading him didn't seem to want to help. Instead, when they reached the edge of the relatively flat area, they stopped and bowed to Fan Zhiyi: "Your Excellency, I, your disciple Lu Changfu, have brought the person here, and I will take my leave now."
Fan Zhiyi nodded, and when he saw that Mr. Lu did not leave immediately as he had said, he asked, "Is there something wrong?" He really showed his aloofness and frugality with words to the fullest.
"This senior brother has been seriously injured. I hope Your Excellency will forgive me."
He wasn't crazy enough to do anything to a disabled person, so Fan Zhiyi said, "Go down."
The person who was brought here seemed to be completely unaffected by their conversation and just walked forward according to his own ideas.
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