Cen Jun frowned slightly, and Fan Zhiyi said, "Practice well, and you will know in the future."
"Okay." Cen Jun pointed at another long, square object and asked, "Then what is this, Master?"
"Some of the tall buildings over there rise hundreds of meters above the ground, reaching into the clouds."
"My brother once told me this!" Cen Jun looked at Fan Zhiyi, "My brother said that there are buildings this tall in his hometown too."
Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and before he could say anything more, he heard the door of Bing Nandong's room seemed to open, but when he looked over, nothing happened.
Fan Zhiyi didn't take it seriously but asked tentatively, "Where is your brother's hometown?"
"My brother didn't say."
Could it be that they also traveled through time and space? They have the same name. How could such a coincidence happen? Fan Zhiyi dismissed this idea. This was a world of immortals. It wouldn't be difficult to create a building so tall that you could reach for the stars. It only took the author the idea. And who knows, there might already be such a tall building here.
The sun was shining brightly today as it was a sunny day. The light reflected on the snow was a little dazzling. Fan Zhiyi blinked and looked at the blue sky, which was clear and cloudless. It was actually good weather for a trip.
"Oh no, I'm late!" Cen Jun suddenly shouted, and then handed a snowman in his hand to Fan Zhiyi, "Master, please give this to my eldest brother for me!"
After saying this, Cen Jun ran away at the speed of light.
Fan Zhiyi shook his head helplessly. When he first met Cen Jun, he thought he was a precocious and steady child. Unexpectedly, after getting to know him, he found that this child had a serious heart, was sincere and simple, and did things in a hurry. He hoped that he could be more steady in the future, otherwise how could he survive the hardships and growth arranged by the author.
Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi showed a serious expression on his face for the first time.
He didn't know how long it would take Bai Bai to come back, or what the plot of the book would be like later. He could only silently hope that the book would not give Cen Jun a life that was too difficult, and the same went for Bing Nandong, hoping that he would get better soon.
Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi waved his sleeves and cast spells on all the little things made of snow so that they would not melt.
Fan Zhiyi walked up the corridor and found that the barrier outside Bing Nandong's house had been removed at some point. He raised his hand but before he could knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside, and Fan Zhiyi faced Bing Nandong head-on.
Bing Nandong was still wearing the disciple uniform of Tianyun Sect, with his hair tied up with a headband at the back of his head. His white clothes made him look extraordinary, and his face showed no sadness or joy.
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed and coughed lightly: "Master was a little excited yesterday, but I was also very disappointed in you..."
Bing Nandong didn't say anything or move, just stared at Fan Zhiyi.
"I'm sorry." Fan Zhiyi said honestly, and then immediately handed the snowman in his hand to Bing Nandong. This one was much better looking than the first one Cen Jun made for him. Fan Zhiyi thought that he would have to ask Cen Jun to make him another one in the future. If it wasn't better looking, it would be about the same. "This one Cen Jun made specially for you. It took him a long time to make."
I thought I would have to persuade Bing Nandong for a while before he would take it, but he frowned without saying a word after taking it. "Magic?"
"Well, to keep this snowman from melting."
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what he had said to make Bing Nandong unhappy again. Seeing that his expression darkened and the low pressure around him was too strong, Fan Zhiyi silently took a step outside.
As soon as he moved, Bing Nandong raised his eyes and stared at him: "What are you doing?"
Fan Zhiyi played dumb: "Nothing." For some reason, he couldn't act like a master in front of Bing Nandong at all.
Bing Nandong retracted his gaze and slowly walked down the corridor. As he walked down the stairs, Fan Zhiyi's heart jumped into his throat and he subconsciously reminded him, "Slow down, it's all filled with snow."
"I know." Bing Nandong walked all the way to the plum tree. With the help of the light, Fan Zhiyi found that this person's skin was too white, the kind of white that comes from not seeing the sun for a long time. His lips were not very bloody, and he was unnaturally thin.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but say, "You need to get more sun and eat more."
Bing Nandong ignored him and asked, "Which high-rise building did you build?"
Fan Zhiyi thought of the previous commotion. It seemed that Bing Nandong might have been hiding behind the door and listening to their conversation. Perhaps because of what happened last night, he didn't know how to face them after opening the door, so he didn't come out.
Alas, it’s my own fault.
Fan Zhiyi thought about it and pointed to Bing Nandong: "That's it."
Bing Nandong stared at that spot with his eyes covered by a white cloth for a long, long time, so long that Fan Zhiyi thought he would stare a hole in it. Then he heard Bing Nandong say, "It's really ugly."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
"What is this?" Bing Nandong asked, pointing at another thing.
"This is a puppy. I wanted to make it a golden retriever, but I found I couldn't do it."
After hearing this, Bing Nandong asked him, "You said that the things in your pile are dogs?" He said this with a forced smile.
Fan Zhiyi: “…” This rhetorical question is so hurtful.
Seeing that Bing Nandong wanted to ask more questions, Fan Zhiyi interrupted him directly: "Why don't you try to make one?" If you try it, you will know how difficult it is to do.
"No." Bing Nandong refused decisively, then asked Fan Zhiyi, "Why didn't you answer what Mr. Cen asked earlier?"
"Ah?" Bing Nandong's thoughts were rather jumpy, and his previous words were not connected to the next words. Fan Zhiyi had a hard time keeping up.
"Hometown." Bing Nandong reminded him concisely, refusing to add a single word.
Fan Zhiyi reacted instantly: "Well, it's hard to say, it's a very far place anyway."
"Where?" Bing Nandong asked aggressively.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know why this question aroused Bing Nandong's strong interest and made him keep asking, but even if he told Bing Nandong, he wouldn't understand: "You will know later."
"As long as you name the place in this world of immortal cultivation, I can always find it."
"No..." from the world of immortal cultivation.
Before he could finish his words, two thunderclaps sounded at an inopportune moment.
Thunder struck on a sunny day, and Fan Zhiyi was terrified. For some reason, he felt that the thunder was a warning to him. Fan Zhiyi dared not say anything else: "Is there any apprentice who would interrogate his master like this? How disrespectful."
“…”
Fan Zhiyi could tell from Bing Nandong's expression that the other party might not even consider him as his master.
Bing Nandong softened his tone and said, "Didn't you make this for me?"
"What?"
Bing Nandong waved the snowman made by Cen Jun in his hand at him.
Fan Zhiyi immediately understood. It was rare for Bing Nandong to talk so much today, so Fan Zhiyi would naturally satisfy his request. He then picked out one of the few that he was satisfied with and gave it to Bing Nandong.
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