The next morning, Fan Zhiyi smiled and sent Cen Jun away. He was about to run away with Bing Nandong, but he met Lu Changfu halfway up the mountain.
He held a long sword in his hand. Upon seeing them, he first saluted Fan Zhiyi and then said, "Big Brother, this is your sword. The headmaster said you asked about it yesterday, so he asked me to deliver it to you before you left. Now it seems that I came at the right time."
Bing Nandong ignored Lu Changfu's words and took it directly.
Mr. Lu's smile remained undimmed, and he seemed to be very close to Bing Nandong. "Also, Junior Sister Xu Qing learned that Senior Brother was going down the mountain with the Immortal Venerable, so she asked me to convey her wish that Senior Brother's trip would go smoothly."
“…” Bing Nandong still ignored him.
Fan Zhiyi lowered his voice to make himself look more aloof and steady, and continued, "I'll keep an eye on him."
"Then I'll trouble you, Immortal Lord." Mr. Lu bowed to Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's go." He was talking to Bing Nandong.
Cen Jun chose a solo mission this time. Fan Zhiyi had done some research on it before and heard that the mission was issued by the Lin family. The reward was average, but the publisher promised that if the mission was successfully completed, one could realize a wish within one's ability.
The Lin family is considered an ancient family in the world of immortal cultivation, with a long history and strict family traditions, so there are naturally many rare treasures and wonderful skills in the sect. Therefore, in the beginning, several groups of disciples from Tianyun Sect took over the task, but either they gained nothing or never came back, and no specific circumstances or reasons for failure were circulated. It has never had much influence in the world of immortal cultivation. In addition, the location of this task is actually not within the jurisdiction of Tianyun Sect, and the Lin family has never urged to solve it. Naturally, no disciples took it up for a long time, and no one knew how it was brought up by Cen Jun to take over.
It can only be said that it is the protagonist's halo. The protagonist is confident. When he heard that it was a life-threatening mission, the protagonist was fearless and moved forward.
It was easy for Fan Zhiyi to lock onto Cen Jun, so when he and Bing Nandong, each wearing a cone hat, followed Cen Jun in the downtown area, Bing Nandong made a sound of disgust: "Do we really need to dress like this?" As he said this, he was about to lift up his hat.
"Cover it up." Fan Zhiyi stopped his hand and straightened the white gauze hanging from the cone hat for him. "We're too obvious, and the doctor said you need to protect your eyes from the sun."
Bing Nandong took a deep breath and tried to remain calm while talking to Fan Zhiyi: "Isn't it obvious now?"
Fan Zhiyi was sneaking around the corner, clinging to the wall, attracting passersby to glance at them from time to time. Bing Nandong had already distanced himself from Fan Zhiyi as much as possible, but with the identical cone hats, it was hard not to think that they were in the same group.
After hearing this, Fan Zhiyi touched his nose. He was just a little curious about what the protagonist would do along the way. Would he help others when he saw injustice and then be a hero saving a beauty or a beauty saving a hero? And this "beauty" happened to be the protagonist's destined white moonlight, and then they would talk about love and romance all the way and their relationship would progress rapidly.
But it was very ordinary. Cen Jun's journey was very ordinary. At most he would help an old lady, or send a lost child home. He could be said to be the light of righteousness. He would rush on the road as soon as he opened his eyes, which made Fan Zhiyi a little bored.
Bing Nandong glanced at him and said, "Why do we have to follow Mr. Cen like this? Can't we just go to his mission location and wait?"
Fan Zhiyi gave him a look that said, "You don't understand." But Bing Nandong couldn't see it anyway, so Fan Zhiyi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Master will make his own arrangements."
"Then you can also go directly to find Mr. Cen and go together?" Instead of following behind in such a suspicious manner.
"How can this satisfy Mr. Cen's need for self-improvement? I, your teacher, have devoted so much effort to his growth."
After saying this, Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong wanted to roll his eyes at him, but for some reason he forcibly held it back. Fan Zhiyi then looked at the sword that Bing Nandong was carrying behind him. There was a scented sachet tied to the hilt of the sword. It looked a bit old, and the edges of the sachet had turned dark yellow.
Fan Zhiyi said, "I've always wanted to ask you this. Others tie tassels on their swords, why do you tie a sachet?"
He saw a rare moment of dazed expression on Bing Nandong's face. He touched and teased the sachet with his hand, then smiled softly: "Maybe, because I'm stupid."
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong's smile and felt that it was more painful than crying. It seemed that this was a sachet with a story, so he quickly changed the subject: "Hey, hurry up, I'm going to lose it."
After following for a few days, Fan Zhiyi no longer had any interest. It would be more accurate to say that he was shopping and having fun rather than following Cen Jun.
But he was just strolling around, and his main purpose was to save money. In fact, he had no spirit stones to spend, because before Fan Zhiyi left, he forgot to take the opportunity to ask the headmaster for some spirit stones, so the time he was away was spent at Bing Nandong's expense. He stayed in the lowest-level small guest room with only one bed, and Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong, two grown men, had to sleep in a squeezed state with their clothes on.
Fortunately, Bingnandong's sleeping posture is very good. Basically, it is the same as it was at night the next day. As for his own sleeping posture... well, Bingnandong has never scolded him so far, which means it should be okay.
They didn't always sleep in inns, and Cen Jun was no exception. Often, when they passed through a town, they would be prepared to stay put for days, using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed. Fortunately, there weren't many wild animals, and aside from a few mosquitoes, there weren't any of the bandits you'd encounter in novels. Most importantly, there weren't any wandering ghosts either, so much so that Fan Zhiyi almost forgot this was a horror novel.
But Fan Zhiyi had a question, which he asked Bing Nandong: why didn't Cen Jun fly on his sword? Wouldn't that be much faster? Bing Nandong just glanced at him and ignored him. Fan Zhiyi guessed that Cen Jun, having finally come down the mountain, wanted to experience some earthly life. Fortunately, he didn't fly on his sword, otherwise Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong would have been too conspicuous.
Until one night when it started to rain, Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong held up the barrier and watched Cen Jun run all the way from the woods to the town in the dark, and finally found an inn that was not yet full of guests.
They guessed that Cen Jun should have already checked into the inn. Just as Fan Zhiyi was about to enter the inn, Bing Nandong grabbed him.
Fan Zhiyi stared at him suspiciously: "What's the matter?"
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