After talking with Cen Jun, it wasn't like he had gained nothing. After Fan Zhiyi returned to his room, he began to use his mind and closed his eyes, saying, "Help me find Fan Zhiyi's address."
Then a map of the world of immortal cultivation and many red circles immediately appeared in his mind, giving Fan Zhiyi a headache. It turned out that there were many people with the same name, and his name was quite popular.
Fan Zhiyi thought of a new idea and folded a thousand paper cranes: "Take me to where Cen Jun's brother, Fan Zhiyi, is."
The thousand paper cranes took off shakily, then turned around and fell back to their original place.
Fan Zhiyi: “???”
He squatted down to look, and found that the paper cranes had stopped flying. He tried several times but it was still the same.
It really doesn't work. It would be strange if it was so easy to find it with just a thought. Fan Zhiyi thought, there is too little key information, so I can only start with Bing Nandong. If that doesn't work, then I can only leave it to fate.
It would be great if Baibai was here. Baibai’s system is the biggest cheating weapon in the world.
The next day, Fan Zhiyi informed Cen Jun of the news. Although Cen Jun was a little disappointed, he still thanked Fan Zhiyi and went to practice sword. Bing Nandong still locked himself in the room and did not make any movement.
Neither of his two disciples is worry-free. What a sin! Fan Zhiyi sighed.
These days, Fan Zhiyi has been studying the educational book "On How to Be a Good Life Mentor to Apprentices" and is planning to put it into practice with Bing Nandong. However, at night, he noticed that it was snowing heavily outside. Looking again, he saw a white figure standing in the yard. Fan Zhiyi remembered that the system had said that the novel he was in was a supernatural horror novel. Could he have encountered a ghost?
That's not right. This is the Tianyun Sect, a sect of immortal cultivation. If ghosts come, wouldn't they be walking into a trap?
Fan Zhiyi took a closer look and found that the ghost looked so much like Bing Nandong, who never left the house.
Is this person finally willing to come out? Fan Zhiyi was overjoyed and ran out immediately, only to find that it was indeed Bing Nandong, with his black hair loose, standing there motionless. He looked in Fan Zhiyi's direction when he heard the noise.
This was the first time Fan Zhiyi had seen Bing Nandong since the last time he delivered food. He saw Bing Nandong stretch out his hand with a handful of snow in his palm. He guessed that Bing Nandong came out because he "observed" that the snow was getting heavier.
"Do you like snow?" Fan Zhiyi found a topic that was more relevant to the current environment.
Bing Nandong lowered his eyes and looked at him. Only then did Fan Zhiyi realize that this disciple was a head taller than him, which made him, the master, lose face.
He waited patiently for Bing Nandong's reply. After a long while, Bing Nandong clenched the snow in his hand, and some of it slipped through his fingers. Fan Zhiyi was about to ask if it wasn't cold, but he heard Bing Nandong loosen his hand again and shook the snow off as if in disgust. His voice was very cold: "I don't like it."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Why is this child so moody?
The next second, Bing Nandong was about to leave when Cen Jun's voice rang out from outside the door: "Master, Senior Brother, come out and see, it's snowing so heavily!"
Fan Zhiyi immediately grabbed the man who was about to run away like a wandering soul and said, "Go and take a look."
Bing Nandong frowned: "I've seen it." He didn't understand what the difference was between the snow in the yard and the snow outside the door.
This gave Fan Zhiyi the opportunity to show off his skills. After reading the book, he had a lot of insights. So he put his hands behind his back and said, "This is different. You will know if you go and take a look."
After saying this, Fan Zhiyi realized that something was wrong. It seemed that he had touched the child's sore spot.
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong and said sincerely, "Oh, I'm sorry."
Bing Nandong: "..."
After all, Fan Zhiyi had finally caught him outside and would definitely not let him go back easily.
Bing Nandong followed Fan Zhiyi reluctantly to the door. The snow was indeed very heavy tonight. In just a short time, a layer of snow had accumulated on the shoulders and hair of Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi reached out and patted the snow off Bing Nandong, lest it melt and seep into his hair and clothes, catching a cold. Then, noticing Bing Nandong's clothes were exceptionally thin, he summoned a cloak for him.
Fan Zhiyi thought he was being overly attentive and meticulous, but Bing Nandong couldn't even express gratitude or a friendly expression. Never mind, he accepted all of this. After all, he was the master.
Fortunately, Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong were standing under the eaves at the door, so they were not wet by the snow.
They stood side by side on the stone steps, "watching" Cen Jun running and making noises in the snow as if he had unleashed his nature. He scooped up a handful of snow from the ground, shouted loudly, and then threw it into the sky. The snowflakes began to flutter, and the wind blew them all towards Cen Jun. The sudden cold touch on his face made him shudder. Then he turned and saw Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong. He was overjoyed and ran towards them with sparkling eyes: "Master! Senior Brother!"
Fan Zhiyi subconsciously reminded: "Run slower!"
Cen Jun didn't listen. Seeing Bing Nandong's joy overwhelmed all his attention, he said, "Big Brother, you're finally out. Are you okay? I was really worried about you!"
Facing Cen Jun's sincere expression, Bing Nandong said nothing. Seeing this, the smile on Cen Jun's face was slowly replaced by loss. The tip of his nose turned red. Then, he smiled again, not knowing what he had thought of, "Big Brother, Master, let's build a snowman together."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bing Nandong turned around and walked back. Cen Jun stayed where he was, looking at Bing Nandong's back pitifully, not knowing what to do.
Fan Zhiyi naturally had to take care of the little protagonist's emotions first, so he comforted her, "It's okay, go play first. Your senior brother is in a bad mood, Master, go talk to him."
After he finished speaking, Fan Zhiyi chased after him and grabbed Bing Nandong: "Why are you going back again?"
"Naturally, there's nothing to see, nothing worth staying for."
"How could that be?" Fan Zhiyi felt that this person was being too negative. "The snow scene is so beautiful..."
"I can't see."
"It will be fun to build a snowman together later..."
"boring."
Fan Zhiyi: "...This world is so beautiful, as long as you exchange sincerity for sincerity..."
"Sincerely?" At this point, Bing Nandong smiled, the smile full of sarcasm, as if he had heard something particularly funny. "My sincerity has long been fed to the dogs."
After saying that, he shook off Fan Zhiyi's hand, turned around and "stared" at him: "I know you don't want to have anything to do with me at all, so why do you always act like this? If I could survive, I wouldn't want to be here. How about this, you kill me, then everyone will be relieved." Bing Nandong was still smiling when he said this.
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