Fan Zhiyi was dissatisfied with Bing Nandong's weird reply, but it was obvious that Bing Nandong did not intend to continue. Instead, he suddenly said "I'm sorry" and reached out his hand to Fan Zhiyi's abdomen.
Fan Zhiyi was startled, shrank back behind the bed, and covered his clothes. "What are you doing?" No, why would he act like this subconsciously? He looked like a decent man being bullied by a bully.
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi saw two words on Bing Nandong's face, and he called himself a retard!
Fan Zhiyi sat back down again: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
"I won't hurt you after all." Bing Nandong said, and reached out his hand again. This time, Fan Zhiyi didn't hide, so Bing Nandong placed his hand on Fan Zhiyi's abdomen, and used his slightly cold spiritual power to explore the situation of Fan Zhiyi's Dantian. Then he withdrew his hand and smiled inexplicably: "It seems that it has been healed. Master, remember this, the Dantian is a very important and fragile place. Apart from this disciple, do not let anyone else explore it."
Fan Zhiyi felt that the most terrifying person was right in front of him. Of course, he didn't dare to say this out loud. He could only say "Oh": "What on earth did you do in the Sect Leader's Hall today? How did you get yourself into this state?"
"Nothing?"
"You mean, Murong Xiao did all this?" Fan Zhiyi didn't believe it. Murong Xiao was not at that level to beat Bing Nandong like this.
"What's impossible?" Bing Nandong asked with a smile, "It's all just a coincidence."
Well, Fan Zhiyi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. Just looking at him made him annoyed: "Then remember to practice hard and learn to resist. Don't let others bully you like today. Okay, I'm done. Go back and rest. Close the door for me." Then he thought of something else. He had been with Bing Nandong all day and had forgotten to go find Cen Jun to show his presence. So he stopped Bing Nandong and said, "Don't close the door yet. I'm going to go see Cen Jun."
"Master is so kind to Mr. Cen."
"Nonsense, I'm not nice to you?" Bing Nandong is really good at making people angry.
"Then I will go with Master."
"Whatever you want, let's go."
From that day on, Fan Zhiyi clearly felt the changes in Bing Nandong. If he wanted to give an accurate summary, Fan Zhiyi didn't know how to describe it. Maybe he just reluctantly opened his heart to him and Cen Jun?
Bing Nandong was responsible for breakfast, and he would also take the initiative to mention and urge Fan Zhiyi about his recovery. Their relationship was indeed much closer than before.
The only thing that always frightened Fan Zhiyi was when Bing Nandong called him "Master". He didn't feel that way when Cen Jun called him that. Only Bing Nandong always made Fan Zhiyi feel awkward. However, after Bing Nandong called him that more often, Fan Zhiyi got used to it.
Habits really are a strange thing.
When Bing Nandong had recovered considerably, Fan Zhiyi thought that Cen Jun couldn't always practice alone. Brothers should improve together, so he took Bing Nandong to the mountain where he had first woken up. Cen Jun happened to be practicing swordplay on the flat ground opposite, so Fan Zhiyi could watch over them both.
Before bringing Bing Nandong here, Fan Zhiyi specially flattened this small hill, tidied it up, and laid a mat on it to prevent his buttocks from hurting after meditating on it for a long time.
When Bing Nandong flew up, Fan Zhiyi hovered in the air beside him, not looking down at all. He was afraid that if he looked down, his skill would be ruined. It wasn't that he was afraid of heights, but this place was just too damn high, and it was pitch black below.
So Fan Zhiyi said, "Call me if you need anything" and left.
Now everything is on track, and Fan Zhiyi is very satisfied with his current life.
On this day, Fan Zhiyi was sitting at a wooden table watching Cen Jun practicing sword and Bing Nandong cultivating. He was flipping through a book about advanced martial arts techniques, and the boring text made him feel a little bored.
Actually, these characters are different from the simplified Chinese characters that Fan Zhiyi uses in real life, but he can understand them. Fan Zhiyi simply thinks that this is a benefit given to him for free and does not think much about it.
There was still a pot of bitter tea on his wooden table. Whenever he felt sleepy, he would take a sip to refresh himself.
At this moment, Bing Nandong came over. Fan Zhiyi didn't even raise his eyelids: "Have you finished practicing? Don't be lazy. I am very strict."
Bing Nandong smiled upon hearing this, and this smile angered Fan Zhiyi: "How dare you laugh? Why don't you go back to the top of the mountain and sit down."
"Disciple has finished his training today." Bing Nandong stopped teasing him and said.
"So soon?"
"Perhaps this disciple is gifted."
Fan Zhiyi sighed in his heart and poured a cup of tea casually. Then he suddenly remembered that Bing Nandong seemed to have not tasted the tea he brewed yet. The whole family had to be together, and no one could be left out. So he poured a cup for Bing Nandong as well: "Try it."
It just so happened that Cen Jun had been paying attention to Bing Nandong for a long time. Seeing this, he rushed over like a hen protecting her chicks: "Brother, this doesn't taste good. It's very bitter!"
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi said earnestly: "Well, since Mr. Cen is here, you should have a cup too." He wanted to finish the tea as soon as possible so that he could ask Tianyunmen to send new tea seeds.
Speaking of which, ever since Fan Zhiyi injured Murong Xiao that day, the head of the sect sent a special letter to apologize the next day. However, Fan Zhiyi felt that it was not sincere enough. If he really felt sorry, he should have let Murong Xiao come to Bing Nandong in person to say it. But since the head of the sect said so, Fan Zhiyi had to save face. After all, he was still eating and living at the head of the sect. So he also wrote some decent words, like how he was eager to protect his disciple and it was really inappropriate, and he was a little too heavy-handed. He pretended to comfort Murong Xiao and taught Murong Xiao that he should be sensible even when joking. Then the matter was over.
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