It is not pleasant to accept other people's spiritual power, let alone this kind of spiritual power that has gone out of control. The moment it entered Fan Zhiyi's body, even Fan Zhiyi felt a pain.
This was the first time he used this method, and he chose the largest spiritual power circle in Bing Nandong's body, intending to use his own surging spiritual power to devour this power.
A chilling feeling spread throughout Fan Zhiyi's body, and an inopportune picture appeared in his mind. It was a picture of a man struggling before death, his internal organs being cut open, and his bloody soul core being taken out. The pain seemed to be transmitted from the picture to Fan Zhiyi's body, spreading all over his limbs.
What on earth is this thing? Does Bing Nandong see this every time he absorbs spiritual power? But this has never happened before when he was converting the spiritual power in Bing Nandong's body.
Fan Zhiyi bit his lips tightly and endured it. If he had known that he would encounter this situation, he would never have done it.
Fan Zhiyi thought so, but he honestly did not retract his hand until he was sure that the spiritual power ball had been successfully suppressed by him.
Fan Zhiyi felt waves of cramps in his dantian. The spiritual power from others was not easy to absorb, and there were still some residual spiritual power residues in his body, but Fan Zhiyi no longer had time to deal with this.
Bing Nandong's Dantian was too fragile now. Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to force another ball of spiritual power out of his body and into his own. He was really afraid of the pain, so he decided to stop here for today. Then he endured the pain and dispersed the spiritual power around Bing Nandong, making sure that all the rioting spiritual power balls were pacified by force, and then he withdrew his own spiritual power.
The pain in his body continued, and Fan Zhiyi was almost exhausted. He squatted down with his hands on his stomach, and did not forget to cast a spell to make Bing Nandong lie down and cover him with a quilt.
Now his bed was also occupied by Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi felt pain for a while, then felt better. Then he climbed to the end of the bed and began to meditate.
When the sun set in the west, Bing Nandong woke up. When he turned his eyes, he noticed Fan Zhiyi, who seemed to have fallen asleep with one hand on the backrest at the end of the bed.
Bing Nandong slowed down his movements. He could only see a rough outline of Fan Zhiyi in his mind, so he didn't know that Fan Zhiyi was sleeping uneasily. The nightmare about dissecting the soul core had not ended, and it almost made him unable to wake up and immersed in pain.
Bing Nandong circulated the spiritual power in his body and frowned more and more as he checked. The largest circle of spiritual power in his body was gone. He knew who did it without having to guess.
"Fool." Bing Nandong thought to himself, then he took Fan Zhiyi's pulse and used his gentle spiritual power to help him transition.
Fan Zhiyi had a very deep sleep. When he woke up, he found that it was completely dark. The person lying on his bed had become him, and the pain in his dantian had subsided.
Fan Zhiyi sat up, waved his sleeves, opened the window, and cleared his drowsy mind for a while. He began to sort things out. Judging from the pictures, Fan Zhiyi had reason to suspect that the spiritual power balls in Bing Nandong's body might belong to someone else's spiritual core, but were absorbed by Bing Nandong.
There were so many spiritual power groups, and if every one of them was the same as what Fan Zhiyi saw in the illusion, then how many people were killed? Were these people killed by Bing Nandong, or... was he forced to do so?
For some reason, Fan Zhiyi was very sure that it must be the latter point. He might as well think that he had a filter for Bing Nandong. Perhaps this was also the reason why Bing Nandong was unwilling to absorb these spiritual powers in the beginning.
It was he himself who was forcing him, and it was also the Tianyun Sect who was forcing him.
Fan Zhiyi supported his forehead with his hand. It would be great if Bing Nandong was willing to explain everything to him, but he knew that this was impossible. What kind of past did Bing Nandong have? It must be a tragedy that ordinary people could not endure, and it must be much more bloody than the few light words spoken by the headmaster.
Hatred for Tianyun Sect suddenly arose, and he began to blame himself and Bing Nandong for no reason. Fan Zhiyi felt very depressed. At this moment, his door was knocked and pushed open.
Fan Zhiyi immediately knew that the person who opened the door this way must be Bing Nandong, so he asked without turning around, "Where is Mr. Cen?"
Practicing swordplay outside.
"Are you feeling better?" The two people asked almost in unison, and then they were both stunned at the same time.
"Master, you are just fooling around." Bing Nandong spoke first, then placed a cup of warm water next to him.
"Why am I making a fuss? Who do you think I'm doing this for? Do you know that I'm in so much pain?" Fan Zhiyi had just suffered so much, and now Bing Nandong not only didn't thank him, but he also scolded him as soon as he came in. Fan Zhiyi was in an even worse mood.
Ungrateful and heartless.
Bing Nandong walked to his bedside and, in a rare gesture of weakness towards Fan Zhiyi, said, "I don't mean to blame you, but it's too dangerous for you to do this. You don't know anything..."
"I don't know anything about who is to blame. If you trust me more and tell me, then this matter will be easier to solve, right?" Fan Zhiyi retorted with his neck raised. This time he didn't indulge Bing Nandong anymore.
Bing Nandong stood there silently, his eyes, covered with a white cloth, looking at Fan Zhiyi, looking somewhat pitiful. Fan Zhiyi's anger suddenly subsided, and he asked himself why he had to argue with such a wounded and mentally unhealthy person.
Fan Zhiyi said: "I didn't mean to say anything harsh to you, I just had a nightmare."
"I know. When I woke up, I saw my master crying. No matter how I called him, he wouldn't wake up." So Bing Nandong stayed with him for the whole afternoon, and only just now did he go out to have dinner with Cen Jun.
Bing Nandong did not tell Cen Jun what happened in the afternoon. He just made up an excuse that Fan Zhiyi was resting and let Cen Jun practice sword.
What? He even cried. Fan Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed. Not only did he cry in a dream, or cry out of fear, but his disciple actually saw him. What kind of master authority would he have from now on, even though he didn't have any to begin with.
"It's the disciple's fault."
If you know it's wrong, why don't you just tell us everything? Is anyone willing to apologize to this extent?
Fan Zhiyi complained in his heart, but the next second he heard Bing Nandong say, "But now is not the time to tell Master about all this."
If someone had asked Bing Nandong in prison what he would do if he had the chance to see Fan Zhiyi again, he would have had no reaction, because that one encounter had already extinguished all his hopes. But if someone asked him that question now, Bing Nandong might have given it some thought.
But he still needs to make judgments. He needs to make sure that his guesses are foolproof and find out what this Immortal Master is thinking while getting along with him.
There are too many coincidences, and it is possible that they have the same personality and temper. It feels like they are deceiving people. Therefore, Bing Nandong must take good care of his injuries. He must be able to see clearly, confirm, and remember what this person looks like now. No matter what reason this person uses, he will tie him up tightly in his hands this time, so that he can feel at ease.
Even if it's painful, even if it's a struggle, even if the other person no longer likes him, once Bing Nandong is sure, he will keep pestering her for the rest of his life.
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