Fan Zhiyi wasn't used to changing his language habits yet, so Bing Nandong needed a little time to understand his general meaning. He replied, "Not so fast."
"Why?"
"Where do you get so many questions? If you say you can't do it, then you can't do it. Anyway, during this time, I will help you get familiar with the world of cultivation."
"Then can you help me make money?"
"Don't even think about me taking you to gamble. I never set foot in such places!"
"You don't have to gamble to make money. You can also do business. Do you know how to do it?"
Bing Nandong's face turned red, but he was too stubborn to admit that he didn't know how to do it, so he didn't answer.
Fan Zhiyi considerately changed the question: "What is the Fan family like? Can't I go back?"
"It's better not to. It's not a good place. You have several cousins and brothers, and your status is not favored. Coupled with your physique, you have always been neglected and prejudiced."
In fact, it's even worse. The first time Bing Nandong met Fan Zhiyi was not when Fan Zhiyi was taken to Tianyunmen, but when he was on a mission with his elders and happened to be with Fan Shi. He saw them using Fan Zhiyi as bait to lure the target mission to appear, and he couldn't bear to see it and helped them, but Fan Zhiyi did not thank him, but went back with Fan Shi.
Bing Nandong knew very well that he could only save the other person once, so he wanted to ask the elders of Tianyun Sect for help. Then, Fan Zhiyi was chosen to be his Taoist partner and accepted into Tianyun Sect.
But since he had forgotten it, Bing Nandong didn't want to tell Fan Zhiyi about it.
The two walked for a day and found an open place to make a fire. Fortunately, Bing Nandong brought a tinderbox with him, so they only needed to find some dry wood.
Fan Zhiyi was picking up the wood slowly because he had a back injury and couldn't bend over easily. But Xiaobao was running around with piles of wood in his arms.
After picking up the wood, Fan Zhiyi was so tired that he stood on a tree trunk and gasped for breath, watching Bing Nandong blow out the fire. The warm flames instantly dispelled the darkness and coldness in the forest.
After Bing Nandong finished, he took out his sword and began to wipe it carefully.
Fan Zhiyi shared the food that Jiuwanli gave him today with Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong still refused to eat a bite, so Fan Zhiyi didn't force him and shared it with Xiaobao.
"You value this sword very much. You cleaned it once this morning and you're cleaning it again now."
Bing Nandong didn't even glance at Fan Zhiyi: "Because someone touched it, it's not clean anymore."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He felt that this person was diss him.
Damn it, if it weren’t for me, your sword would have ended up in the haunted house!
As if he knew what Fan Zhiyi was thinking, Bing Nandong sheathed the cleaned sword and looked up at him with his arms folded. "If someone hadn't refused to let go, I wouldn't have passed out. If I hadn't passed out, my sword wouldn't have fallen to such a state."
nonsense!
Fan Zhiyi retorted: "That's because I'm so eager to save you. I even broke my waist to help you!"
"I clearly said I had other options."
"How do I know if you made this up to sacrifice yourself for my own safety?" But now it seems not to be the case.
Bing Nandong opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. He took out his dry food and started to eat.
Fan Zhiyi slowly sat down and continued to mutter, "Besides, I wiped it clean for you last night in front of the light before putting it back. I guarantee there won't even be any of my fingerprints on it."
The three of them were silent for a while. Xiaobao looked up at Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong and blinked.
Finally, Bing Nandong coughed lightly and said unnaturally, "Would you like some water?"
"Drink it." Fan Zhiyi was not a person who liked to argue under normal circumstances. He took out the water bottle that Bing Nandong had left behind last time and hung it around his waist, filled it partially, and then handed it to Xiaobao to drink first.
"By the way, the wound on your back needs medicine. Come here and I'll help you." Fan Zhiyi said as he took out a few porcelain bottles from his arms and placed them on the ground. Some were given to him by Bing Nandong, and some were given to him by the doctor.
I don't know why they all like to use porcelain bottles. Not only are they difficult to hold, but they are also easy to break. It took Fan Zhiyi a lot of effort to hold them steady while walking.
The flames lit up Fan Zhiyi's features, making him appear even more gentle and charming. His already handsome appearance was even more appealing, and Bing Nandong couldn't help but take a few more glances at him. He had never seen this man look like this before him.
When Fan Zhiyi looked up, he saw Bing Nandong's deep gaze falling on him.
No, brother, what are you remembering now? I have no memory of my original body, I know nothing.
Fan Zhiyi shook the medicine bottle in a flattering manner and asked tentatively, "Can I help you?"
Bing Nandong turned his head away and refused in an extremely cold tone: "No."
"But the doctor told me to take the medicine properly, but I didn't take it at noon today because I was in a hurry."
"doctor?"
"Doctor, doctor." Fan Zhiyi chuckled and tried to stand up. Bing Nandong stepped back a little defensively and glared at him, "What are you doing?"
Fan Zhiyi felt like a bully who was trying to tease a virgin. But why should he be afraid of him when the person opposite him was many times more powerful than him?
Since the other party was unwilling, Fan Zhiyi did not force it. He knew that Bing Nandong hated him. Although part of the matter had been resolved now, the other party probably had a worse impression of him.
So Fan Zhiyi handed over the medicine bottle: "Are you sure you want to apply the medicine yourself? You can't fix the wound on your back by yourself."
"My injury is healed, so I don't need it. Besides, you can use the Jiuwanli medicine without worrying about any problems."
If there's a problem, it would have appeared last night. You two sects are really weird. You say your relationship is bad, but you haven't done anything to a comatose wounded like you. And if you say your relationship is good, you're ruthlessly insulting each other.
Is this the legendary love-hate relationship?
never mind.
Fan Zhiyi began to untie Bing Nandong's belt. Bing Nandong's eyes widened when he saw his gesture. "What are you doing?"
"Then please help me apply the medicine. I can't reach from behind." Fan Zhiyi is a good boy, but he doesn't have the skills of the young man. Only by applying the medicine properly can the wound heal quickly.
After walking all day today, Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to bend over or anything, for fear that the wound in this awkward position would split open again. It was really tormenting him, and his waist would hurt if he moved a little.
Bing Nandong pursed his lips, looking extremely unhappy, but finally said, "Turn around."
When Fan Zhiyi heard this, he immediately knelt down with his back to Bing Nandong and pulled his clothes to his arms.
In order to avoid touching the wound, he tied his clothes and pants loosely today. When he took off his clothes, he could see the shocking wound around his waist.
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