Fan Zhiyi ignored him. This little ancestor had a fickle temper, so he went to clear the things on the table. Just as he reached out to pick up Bing Nandong's bowl of noodles, Bing Nandong grabbed his wrist and asked, "Have you ever lost your memory before?"
"Lost... what memory?" This wasn't some melodramatic romance, so Fan Zhiyi didn't understand. "Let go first. I'll go make some medicine for you after I'm done cleaning up."
Bing Nandong released his hand, turned around and asked, "How long has the Immortal Venerable been at Tianyun Sect?"
"I don't know, but recently." Bai Bai didn't give him a definite answer when he introduced his identity, but this answer was not wrong anyway.
Bing Nandong stopped talking and just sat there quietly, as if he didn't exist.
Fan Zhiyi quickly cleaned up the kitchen and then prepared medicine for Bing Nandong.
The medicine furnace was moved outside the kitchen by Cen Jun yesterday. As soon as Fan Zhiyi left the kitchen, Bing Nandong stood up and followed him, but he didn't get close to him. He leaned against the kitchen door and looked at him.
Fan Zhiyi took out the medicine bag for today from the basket, opened it and put it into the medicine furnace: "By the way, a little boy will come to deliver something later. If I can't get away, you can ask him to put the thing directly at the door." Anyway, there are only three of them on the mountain, so it doesn't matter. Fan Zhiyi doesn't have to worry about someone stealing it or doing anything else.
Bing Nandong ignored him, but Fan Zhiyi knew he had heard. Speaking of decoction, he'd only learned it after learning from Cen Jun yesterday, and today he was being forced to put it to the test.
Just as Fan Zhiyi was fanning the fire, Bing Nandong suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a chill: "Immortal Lord, are you sympathizing with me?"
"What?" Fan Zhiyi was choked by the cigarette ash and turned to look at Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong smiled and said, "I say, do you sympathize with me?"
Good question. How could Fan Zhiyi not feel a little sympathy for Bing Nandong after what he had gone through? However, his sixth sense told him that Bing Nandong definitely did not ask him this question in order to get a positive answer. After all, his thoughts could not be guessed according to the thinking of ordinary people.
"I'm not sympathizing with you, I'm just fulfilling my duties as a master." Fan Zhiyi chose a euphemism.
"Liar." Bing Nandong murmured, then suddenly laughed again, "Does the Immortal Lord know a story?"
"What's the story?"
"There was a man who took over another's body. He explained to those around him that his inconsistent words and actions were due to amnesia. He then disappeared for a while, and when he returned, he seemed to have forgotten everyone, this time without even an explanation." Bing Nandong paused. "The story is over. Does this sound familiar to you, Immortal Venerable?"
It was a strange story. Fan Zhiyi wondered if Bing Nandong had seen him in this body before and was telling him he suspected he'd been possessed. That wasn't right. Bai Bai had said this identity didn't exist in the original novel, and that it had been placed in Tianyun Sect before he'd traveled through time to facilitate his movements. During that time, Bing Nandong must have been confined to Tianyun Sect, recuperating from his injuries.
Fan Zhiyi stood up. It would be better to get some things out as soon as possible, so as to avoid them being kept in their hearts and becoming a knot between them. "Bing Nandong, you have been testing me since we left the clinic that day. If you want to know something, just ask me directly."
"If I ask the Immortal Venerable, will he definitely tell the truth?"
"Not necessarily." Fan Zhiyi waved his hand. "Everyone has some secrets, like you. There are some things you can't say, but I never forced you to say them, right? You mentioned amnesia, but my memory is very complete. I have never lost my memory. I don't know what you want to ask or if you mistook me for someone else, but I have never seen you before."
Come to think of it, Bing Nandong's abnormal behavior started after he heard that random name he had chosen at the clinic. Plus, considering the relationship between Cen Jun's brother and Bing Nandong, Bing Nandong wouldn't suspect that he had any relationship with Cen Jun's brother, right? Oh, this is so difficult. What a talent Cen Jun's brother is.
After hearing what Fan Zhiyi said, Bing Nandong's face showed no sadness or joy. He just stood there solemnly, like a lonely soul, and he was dressed in white. If he appeared at the door like this in the middle of the night, Fan Zhiyi would probably be scared to death.
He then advised: "As a person, you should be more open and honest, and avoid beating around the bush. Sincerity is the ultimate weapon... Alas!"
Bing Nandong turned around and left, leaving Fan Zhiyi confused and he could only shake his head helplessly.
The little boy happened to come when he was decocting the medicine. Fan Zhiyi took the things, boiled the medicine and took it to find Bing Nandong. He found that Bing Nandong was sitting on the porch chair outside the house. He seemed to like it there particularly.
"Take medicine."
Bing Nandong took it, swallowing the bitter medicine without batting an eyelid. He then handed the bowl to Fan Zhiyi, who respected him as a man. "Come on, let's go inside. I'll change the medicine on your eyes, apply the medicine on your wounds, and then finish today's counseling session."
Bing Nandong listened to him, but every time Fan Zhiyi saw the injuries on his body, he felt uncomfortable and even his breathing slowed down a lot. Naturally, he was more partial to Bing Nandong's infuriating actions and words, and he felt that it was not that person who was annoying.
After finishing, Fan Zhiyi let out a long breath and stretched his arms. However, in just a few days, he could feel that Bing Nandong's body had improved a lot. The stagnant spiritual energy was constantly flowing and began to absorb the spiritual energy balls on its own.
As long as it works, all the hard work will be worth it.
Bing Nandong lowered his head, his hair on both sides covering most of his face. "Are you leaving?" Bing Nandong's voice was very calm. "Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble. I can take the medicine and apply the ointment myself. There's no need..."
Before he could finish his words, Bing Nandong felt something stuck in his mouth. He frowned, then heard Fan Zhiyi say, "Sweet candied fruit." Yesterday, on a sudden recollection, he had telepathically sent a message to the child, reminding him to bring it. This was his first time using telepathic magic, and Fan Zhiyi wasn't sure if his mind would work, but at least it worked.
Fan Zhiyi stuffed one into his own mouth, then wrapped up the remaining candied fruit and placed it in front of Bing Nandong: "Next time you take medicine and your mouth feels bitter, just take one and eat it yourself. If you like it, I'll bring you some next time."
"dislike."
Awkward, tsundere! Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, if you don't like me, just spit it out quickly: "As for what you said, I'll help you rub the medicine on your back where you can't reach, and you can apply it on other places yourself. As for the medicine for your eyes, I'll come to help you change it every day, and I'll also bring you the medicine every day." After all, the doctor said Bing Nandong had a previous experience. Fan Zhiyi was afraid that he would be alone and hurt his eyes again, then all this time would be wasted. "Apart from that, don't worry about the rest, and don't think too much. What you need to do now is to take good care of your injuries, and we can deal with other things after your injuries are healed."
"After the injury heals..." Bing Nandong touched his eyes and replied, "Okay."
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