What Fan Zhiyi didn't know was that when he returned to his room to practice after leaving, Bing Nandong calculated the time for Cen Jun to return from get out of class and waited for him at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing Bing Nandong, Cen Jun was naturally very happy and ran towards him: "Big Brother, why did you come down by yourself? Where is Master?"
"Mr. Cen." This was the first time Bing Nandong called Mr. Cen's name in so many days.
Cen Jun was stunned for a moment, then his expression became excited: "Big Brother, have you finally remembered me?"
Bing Nandong did not answer this question, but said: "I have something to ask you."
"Big Brother, you said that as long as I know something, I will tell you everything I know!"
"How did Tianyun Sect explain my disappearance for ten years?"
Although Cen Jun was puzzled by Bing Nandong's question, he answered it honestly. Bing Nandong chuckled without emotion, then suddenly retracted the slight curve at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Has Fan Zhiyi come to see you in the past ten years, even once?"
"Didn't my brother disappear with you? I've been searching for you all these years!" Upon hearing this, Cen Jun felt a surge of strangeness in his heart. He desperately wanted to find an answer. "Brother, what exactly happened back then? What happened between you and my brother? Please tell me!"
Bing Nandong turned his head slightly and looked at him: "This is not something you should know. Remember, never call me Senior Brother again."
Cen Jun opened his mouth but ultimately had nothing to say. He had asked his senior brother about matters related to his brother more than once, but each time he came back empty-handed. However, he really, really missed his brother. He had grown up, and he could protect his brother and senior brother, even if it was just to hold the enemy back for a second or two while they were escaping.
Cen Jun clenched his fists, but he was helpless.
"Mr. Cen, how long has it been since you were accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Venerable?"
"Probably about ten days before the eldest brother came." Cen Jun suppressed the bitterness and discomfort in his heart and answered.
Bing Nandong's voice was very steady, without too many emotional ups and downs, making it hard to guess what he was thinking: "What does the Immortal Venerable look like? Do you know what he likes?"
"Master's appearance... a pair of eyes, a nose and a mouth?" Cen Jun didn't quite understand why Bing Nandong asked this, and didn't Master look just like them?
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Sensing Bing Nandong wasn't satisfied with this answer, Cen Jun hastily added, "Master is naturally a celestial being. When I first met Master, I thought he was aloof and difficult to get along with. But after a few words, I discovered he's a very kind person. He's very caring towards me and often checks on my cultivation." Cen Jun thought about his daily interactions with Fan Zhiyi. "Also, Master's greatest characteristic is that he loves to preach. He always tells me to stay focused on the right path and avoid evil thoughts."
Bing Nandong sighed: "How similar is he to your brother in appearance?"
"Ah? The Immortal Master and my brother?" Cen Jun was a little embarrassed, pursing his lips and hesitating, "I actually don't remember much about my brother's appearance, but I'm sure the Immortal Master and my brother don't look alike, because my brother doesn't have a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, while the Master does. However, the Master does sometimes give me the feeling that he is quite like my brother. After all, they are both very good people."
There is cinnabar between the eyebrows.
Bing Nandong slowly sketched the appearance of the Immortal Venerable in his mind, but he couldn't figure out: "What do you like?"
"I really don't know about this." Cen Jun felt a little ashamed. In fact, most of the time when he was with Fan Zhiyi, he was the one practicing sword, and Fan Zhiyi would watch from the side and give some advice from time to time. But after Bing Nandong came, their way of getting along had an additional schedule, which was to report to each other whether there was any new progress in their interactions with Bing Nandong that day.
Seeing that Bing Nandong was silent, Cen Jun suggested, "Brother, why don't you go ask Master directly? He is definitely more familiar with your own situation."
Hearing this, Bing Nandong set out on the road he came from: "Don't tell the Immortal Venerable what I asked."
"Oh, okay." Cen Jun hurriedly followed and raised the lunch box in his hand, "Brother, wait for me! I brought..."
The next day, Fan Zhiyi got up early again just to make sure Cen Jun had breakfast before class. After all, although his cooking skills were not very good, this was his first time cooking in this world. In order to ensure fairness, he planned to cook a bowl of noodles for both of his apprentices. After today, it would be up to Cen Jun whether he wanted to go to the cafeteria to eat or stay here to eat in the morning.
I discussed this matter with Cen Jun last night. Cen Jun was very emotional and said that he was looking forward to seeing his master's craftsmanship. Bing Nandong was still indifferent to him as usual, and Fan Zhiyi was used to it.
Just when the two bowls of noodles were out of the pot, Cen Jun poked his head out from outside the kitchen: "Master..."
"The noodles are ready, come eat and go to school." Fan Zhiyi said, feeling strangely like a father. "Where's your senior brother?"
"Senior Brother is still in the room, I'll go call him." Just as Cen Jun was about to leave, he turned around and said solemnly to Fan Zhiyi, "Master, Senior Brother doesn't like others calling him Big Brother. Let's not call him that in front of him from now on."
"Master, I understand." Although he didn't understand what kind of mental pain this title brought to Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi agreed without asking any more questions. "Go ahead, make him hurry up, the noodles will clump easily." He should cook an egg for them tomorrow.
Cen Jun ran away in a flash, and when he came back, he came with Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi asked them to sit down: "Put your bowls there after you finish eating, and do what you need to do." If Cen Jun was not busy in class and Bing Nandong's eyesight was not good, Fan Zhiyi would have wanted them to wash the dishes themselves after eating.
As they might feel uncomfortable in his presence, Fan Zhiyi tactfully found an excuse to leave the small kitchen and walk outside for a while. As he walked, he thought to himself that he was really a master who cared about his apprentices. It was rare to find a master like him who cared about his apprentices nowadays. Then he praised himself in his heart, which made him feel very happy. He returned to the kitchen humming a little tune.
I thought the kitchen should be empty, so I left and right, only to find Bing Nandong sitting there gloomily, not moving at all.
He probably only took a mouthful or so of the noodles on the table. Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. Would it be so unpalatable that he couldn't swallow it? He glanced at Cen Jun's bowl. He had eaten it all, not even leaving any soup.
What happened to Bingnandong?
Unable to figure it out, Fan Zhiyi asked, "Is the noodles not tasty or what?"
"Nothing." Bing Nandong said coldly.
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