Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. Seeing Bing Nandong getting closer and closer to him, he subconsciously stepped back a little: "Remember what?"
"Master, your hair is tied askew." Bing Nandong reached out and adjusted it. "That's better now. Let's have breakfast, Master."
Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong's words were incoherent and really a bit scary.
Since Bing Nandong didn't care, Fan Zhiyi suppressed the slight discomfort in his heart and didn't dwell on it, so as not to cause himself more trouble. "Where's Mr. Cen?"
"Practicing swordplay."
"This kid is very hardworking." Fan Zhiyi praised, "When he was in Tianyunmen, he was practicing all the time. Now that he is away from home, he has not forgotten his original intention. Not bad." He is worthy of being the protagonist.
Bing Nandong's expression darkened. He didn't really want to hear Fan Zhiyi talk about Cen Jun, so he poured him a cup of hot tea. "Master, does your chest wound still hurt? Last night, Master sneaked into my room, and I used heavy hands on him. Please punish me, Master."
So that's how he remembered Bing Nandong hitting him. Fan Zhiyi could only say he deserved it. Why was he sneaking through someone else's window so late at night? Why didn't he go through the front door? He wanted to go back and beat his drunken self to death. Now that Bing Nandong brought it up again, what punishment should he take? It was self-defense; it was lucky he didn't get struck by a sword. But then again, being drunk, he couldn't use his spiritual power, so he might have been struck to death.
Fan Zhiyi broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that drinking had truly caused trouble. He would definitely quit drinking from now on. "Master was actually testing your reaction to sudden danger. That seems very good, very good. Master can't even praise you enough, so why would he punish you? Don't you agree? Hahahaha."
This was Fan Zhiyi's last stubborn attempt to restore his dignity.
Bing Nandong responded very tactfully, "Master really cares about his disciples."
"Why not?"
"Then what do you remember, Master? Do you remember when your disciple sent you back to your room?"
"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi didn't remember this scene. "I... to be honest, Nandong, I can't remember a lot of things last night. My memory started from the time you hit me."
Bing Nandong: "...Eat a few more buns, Master. If it's not enough, I'll go get more."
"That's enough, you eat too."
Silence fell between the two of them, making Fan Zhiyi feel a little uncomfortable for some reason. The bun tasted like wax in his mouth, so he spoke first: "It seems that Master Zhuang misunderstood something just now."
"Don't worry about him." Bing Nandong answered very straightforwardly, "Speaking of which, Master, do you believe in the existence of gods in this world? They would arrange some incredible things to happen to mortals."
This question was so bizarre, Fan Zhiyi didn't know how to answer it. If he had to, he wouldn't believe it. But this was a fantasy novel, and if you asked him if there were gods, Fan Zhiyi would definitely answer yes. He'd already been in a book, so what could be stranger? He could accept it. At worst, the god was the system.
Unfortunately, his fleeting complaint couldn't reach Bing Nandong, a native of the area, so Fan Zhiyi threw the question back to Bing Nandong: "Do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it." Bing Nandong smiled. "I once hoped that a god would appear and end my suffering. Now that I think about it, I was so stupid to pin my hopes on such an illusory thing."
Hmm, is this because you want to have a heart-to-heart talk with me this early in the morning? Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong's tone seemed a bit pessimistic, and suddenly he thought of the sad Bing Nandong he vaguely remembered last night. He wondered if it was because Zhuang Yujing made a wish to the Fusang God yesterday to see Fan Zhiyi, and Lin said there was news about Fan Zhiyi, but in the end, nothing happened, which made Bing Nandong sad again.
Fan Zhiyi said, "I believe it."
Bing Nandong looked at him, and Fan Zhiyi smiled: "Aren't we gods ourselves? Being able to survive until now and to persevere until now is a miracle in itself. I believe in myself, so I believe in the existence of God. Bing Nandong, don't give up, never give up on yourself." These words are so positive, it would be great if Cen Jun could listen to them.
Fan Zhiyi himself was so moved that he drank this bowl of chicken soup for the soul first as a gesture of respect.
Bing Nandong stared at him for a long time, then smiled: "Master is right, I really should believe in myself."
When they left the Lin family, Lin Taiyin did not show up. The housekeeper invited them out of the Lin family's gate and immediately closed it.
In order to save time, they decided to fly to the village on their swords. Zhuang Yujing pointed at Fan Zhiyi and said bluntly, "Excuse me, Immortal Venerable, please follow He An. I need to speak to Bing Nandong."
"I can go with Mr. Cen." Fan Zhiyi said. It was not that he was targeting Jiuwanli. Now Jiuwanli and the other two were looking at him as if they wanted to gouge him out. Fan Zhiyi knew that he probably couldn't explain what happened this morning, so he simply let Bing Nandong explain it. Anyway, once this mission was over, they might never see each other again.
It was already afternoon when we arrived at the village. The village was still as quiet as it was yesterday, and the ominous premonition became even stronger.
I don’t know what Zhuang Yujing and Bing Nandong said on the way, but when they landed, their faces didn’t look very good.
Five people walked into the village at random. Fan Zhiyi was walking in front. He was thinking that this was Cen Jun's task and he should not interfere too much. He was about to ask Cen Jun what he planned to do next when he found that the four people behind him had disappeared. He was the only one left standing alone at the entrance of the village.
Fan Zhiyi was panicked for a moment. What was the principle behind this? Was it a ghost wall or some confusing spell?
That’s right, a thought came to my mind!
Fan Zhiyi recalled the appearances and names of the four of them in his mind, and then the geographical locations of the four of them emerged in his mind. He found that Cen Jun and He An were moving in one direction, while Zhuang Yujing was moving quickly in another different direction, and Bing Nandong was actually standing next to him, not moving!
Logically speaking, this is impossible, because judging from the relationship between He An and Zhuang Yujing, He An would never leave Zhuang Yujing and choose to be with Cen Jun alone.
Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes in surprise and looked left and right, but found that he couldn't even see Bing Nandong's shadow.
He sighed. It seemed that they had indeed been separated, or even in different realms. Even if they stood together, they could not see each other at all.
When did it start? When they first entered the village? Did they enter another dimension, or did they enter another dimension, or were they all in different dimensions?
Fan Zhiyi couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it. He had to think about how to contact them first. Now even the voice transmission hadn't responded at all.
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