After Lu Changfu left, Cen Jun finally couldn't hold back any longer and glanced at Fan Zhiyi anxiously: "Master..."
"Go ahead."
As soon as Fan Zhiyi finished speaking, Cen Jun immediately rushed over with his sword in hand and supported the man: "Big Brother..."
The man frowned when he heard it, but the next second he ruthlessly shook off Cen Jun's hand and walked towards Fan Zhiyi step by step stubbornly.
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi went over and stood in front of him. The man noticed and stopped. Just as he was about to bow, Fan Zhiyi said, "You are not feeling well. You don't need to be so polite in the future."
"..." Bing Nandong didn't say anything after hearing this. He just stared at Fan Zhiyi without saying a word.
The eyes covered with white cloth seemed to be staring at Fan Zhiyi. For some reason, Fan Zhiyi felt that if this person could see, the look in his eyes at him would be full of contempt, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Seeing Bing Nandong like this, Cen Jun was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan: "Big Brother, do you still remember me? I am Cen Jun, the child you rescued in Xue's house that year. Brother always called me Xiaobao. Where have you been for the past ten years, brother..."
"There has been no such person as the eldest senior brother in Tianyun Sect for a long time." Bing Nandong interrupted him, his voice cold enough to freeze.
Cen Jun's lips moved, and he could see that Bing Nandong didn't want to talk to him any more. In the end, he said nothing more and stood aside with his head hung, at a loss.
Fan Zhiyi quietly wrote down their conversation and first explained that he had no habit of prying into other people's privacy. Everything was for the mission, and he had to pay special attention to people and things related to Cen Jun.
Seeing that the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, Fan Zhiyi suggested: "This... your injury hasn't healed yet, and it's cold outside, let's go back to the house and talk." He suddenly forgot the man's name.
After saying that, Fan Zhiyi thought that his cheap apprentice was not very agile, so he simply caught one with one hand, and went back to the hut directly without thinking.
It's no wonder the Tianyun Sect treated him well. The house he was assigned was a grand courtyard, one Fan Zhiyi hadn't even dreamed of when he was alive. Its red walls and black tiles stood out beautifully against the snow. Several plum trees intertwined their branches in the courtyard. The living room, study, and utility rooms flanked the entrance. Behind the circular archway directly opposite the main gate were several bedrooms, and a large, fenced-off area was reserved for practice.
Fan Zhiyi was taken directly to the living room. Because this person was a hermit who liked quietness, there were no servants in the yard. There were only children who came up the mountain every day to deliver some supplies and left after delivering them.
He looked at Cen Jun and ordered, "Go clean up the empty room next to my room."
The master bedroom in the middle of the backyard naturally belongs to Fan Zhiyi. The bedroom on the left is assigned to Cen Jun, and the one on the right can be given to the other apprentice. There are many empty rooms anyway, so it doesn't seem like he is partial. If the new apprentice doesn't want to choose his own room, that's fine too.
After saying this, Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong and saw that there was no expression on the young man's face. However, Cen Jun ran to make arrangements as soon as he heard Fan Zhiyi's arrangements.
Now they were the only two people left in the living room. Bing Nandong stood there motionless like a large ornament. Fan Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed, but for the sake of the mission, he still chose to initiate a conversation with this person.
Fan Zhiyi sat down on a chair at the side and waved his hand, saying, "Sit down."
“…”
There was no response from the other party.
Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, his mind racing, his fingertips tapping the table unconsciously, then asked, "What's your name?" Damn, this was the only question he could think of, and he really couldn't remember the other person's name.
The other person finally turned towards him: "Bing Nandong." He expressed his unwillingness to pay attention to him vividly.
Fan Zhiyi laughed: "You know Mr. Cen?"
"I don't know him."
"But didn't Mr. Cen call you the eldest brother?" It would be strange if he didn't recognize him, not knowing Mr. Cen's reaction.
"I'm sorry."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." This completely blocked his words, and he didn't know what else to say.
Fan Zhiyi thought of Bing Nandong, as described by the Sect Leader. Like Cen Jun, he was a gifted child, but had been severely injured in an accident, leaving him devastated and unable to recover. He had given up on himself and now seemed to have no desire to communicate with the outside world. Well, the Sect Leader had said, if I could help, I would help. If I couldn't, I would forget it.
It has been a while since Cen Jun left. He should have stayed to get familiar with Bing Nandong while he cleaned up the room. He is now sitting here, feeling as if he has been stabbed in the back.
Fan Zhiyi looked around and found some fruit on the table, so he held up an apple and asked Bing Nandong, "Apple, do you want some?"
“…”
It seemed that he would not eat it. Fan Zhiyi put the apple aside, then rummaged through the fruit basket and found oranges: "Eat oranges, to supplement Vitamin C."
“…”
Fan Zhiyi put it aside and picked something else: "This is good for your eyes, eat this!"
“…”
It was indeed obvious that Fan Zhiyi was in a very awkward situation. He called out the names of all the fruits in the basket that he knew, then took them out and put them on the table. The key point was that Ren Bingnandong ignored him completely and just stared at him with his eyes covered with a white cloth. Fan Zhiyi could guess what this person was thinking. He probably felt that he was very stupid.
When Cen Jun came back, Fan Zhiyi was putting fruits into the fruit basket, and many of them were left on the table without being picked up.
Cen Jun asked in confusion, "Is Master setting up the formation?"
"Yes," Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth and replied. Having lost face in front of one disciple, he had to save face in front of the other. So he pretended to be profound and said, "Master, I just suddenly thought of a magic circle. I can try it out with this fruit."
"Heh." This sneer came from Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi's face flushed with embarrassment: "...Um, Mr. Cen, take him to the room to rest." He had a headache, a big headache, and his image as a hermit ended there.
Fan Zhiyi peeled an orange and ate it. He thought that Cen Jun would chat with Bing Nandong for a long time this time, but Cen Jun came back just as Fan Zhiyi finished peeling the orange.
"So soon?" Fan Zhiyi asked, "Are you settled?"
Cen Jun was a little frustrated: "Well, Senior Brother closed the door as soon as he entered the room. He didn't even give me time to talk."
Seeing Cen Jun looking unhappy like a downcast puppy, Fan Zhiyi thought he was adorable and handed him the orange he had peeled. "How did you and Bing Nandong meet?"
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