Bing Nandong knew his real name. How long had he known it? Did he reveal it at any point? Fan Zhiyi didn't understand, but he was sure that it was probably because of this name that Bing Nandong misunderstood him and thought he was Cen Jun's brother.
No, can you tell who you are just by a name? The personality, appearance, and feeling are all completely different. Is that crazy? Where is the author? You come out. There is a bug in the logic of your novel!
Fan Zhiyi explained to Bing Nandong as patiently as possible: "Bing Nandong, I admit that I concealed our real names, but I am not Cen Jun's brother Fan Zhiyi. We just have the same name."
"No, you are."
Facing Bing Nandong's determined expression, Fan Zhiyi sighed, then held his head with his hands and couldn't think of a solution. This was a big problem. How could he prove to Bing Nandong that this Fan Zhiyi was not that Fan Zhiyi?
"I practiced alone in the mountains for decades. At that time, Cen Jun's brother and you were probably not born yet."
"That mountain, how long is the number of tens exactly?"
"Wuming Mountain, about forty or fifty years. Before that, I had already lived for a hundred years. Now, I am about a hundred years old." Fan Zhiyi continued to make up stories.
"You are lying." Bing Nandong retorted bluntly.
Fan Zhiyi had a terrible headache. "Besides, there should be a limit to fantasy. Bing Nandong, the other Fan Zhiyi and I are completely different in every way. Otherwise, even though you can't see me, how could Cen Jun not recognize me?"
"Appearances always change." What's more, you are not from this world. If you want to survive in this world, you need an identity and appearance.
No matter what you say, he won't listen. As long as Bing Nandong is determined in his ideas, he will have plenty of words to refute Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi was tired: "Let's talk about it after we go out. Let's find Cen Jun and the others first. Do you have medicine for the wounds? We both have injuries, especially my neck. I just stopped the bleeding and I'm afraid it will get infected." However, after a short period of meditation, Fan Zhiyi has recovered a lot, and his spiritual power has recovered quickly.
"It's just the medicines that the disciples of Tianyun Sect go out to collect as a routine." Bing Nandong took it out from the Qiankun bag.
Although most of the disciples of Tianyun Sect have bad character, they are quite thoughtful in some aspects.
Fan Zhiyi took the medicine bottle, then shrank to the other side and untied the cloth tied around his neck that he had torn from his sleeves. He secretly applied the medicine to himself, grimacing in pain and occasionally glancing at Bing Nandong warily. Then he sat back and returned the medicine bottle to Bing Nandong: "Hurry up, we'll leave after you're done."
"Where are you going?"
Fan Zhiyi choked. This was a good question. How could they enter other dimensions? Would they wait for the next distorted scene? But how often would that happen, and how long would they have to wait? Fan Zhiyi wanted to find Cen Jun as soon as possible.
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi vaguely sensed someone approaching. He wondered if it was the villagers, so he summoned Bing Nandong's sword and returned it to him. When he had previously escaped, he had found the sword too heavy, especially with Bing Nandong on his back, so he decided to try to retract it with his mind. It actually worked, allowing him to summon it anytime, anywhere.
In this case, Fan Zhiyi had recently had a sinister plan, using his mind to reunite him with Bing Nandong, Cen Jun, and the others, but was judged as a violation by his mind; he also used his mind to directly wipe out those ghost cultivators, and was judged as a foul. Fan Zhiyi couldn't figure out where he had violated the rules.
It can be seen that not everything can be accomplished just by thinking about it.
Fan Zhiyi subconsciously grabbed Bing Nandong's wrist and protected him behind him, standing on guard. Then, a long figure slowly walked in from the doorway. Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong slowly retreated. Their eyes met, and Fan Zhiyi said, "Zhuang Yujing?"
Zhuang Yujing also suffered varying degrees of injuries, and his body must have been accidentally stained with a lot of sand and dirt, so that his face was also dirty. However, he only had eyes for the person behind Fan Zhiyi and was not happy to look at Fan Zhiyi even once: "Bing Nandong?"
Bing Nandong's gaze fell on the man behind Zhuang Yujing. His sword flew out like an arrow from a bow. Zhuang Yujing drew his sword to resist him: "Bing Nandong, what are you doing?"
Bing Nandong didn't say anything, but the sword moved an inch closer to the person behind Zhuang Yujing. Zhuang Yujing was forced to bend his knees and gritted his teeth to avoid it. The person behind him leaned closer to Zhuang Yujing out of fear.
Zhuang Yujing shouted, "This is Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong!"
"Zhuang Yujing, are you an idiot? Do you think the Fusang God will really show you Fan Zhiyi? He is not Fan Zhiyi."
"Who can explain this clearly? I won't give up any possibility!"
Bing Nandong seemed too lazy to waste time talking to him, and the sword kept approaching without any retreat.
Zhuang Yujing didn't want to argue with Bing Nandong in this situation, so he took a step back verbally: "What evidence can you produce?"
"Then what evidence can you produce?" Bing Nandong asked back.
Zhuang Yujing was speechless when asked. He really had no way to prove it: "He has lost his memory."
"Heh." In exchange for Bing Nandong's chuckle, the sword obediently returned to its scabbard automatically.
Zhuang Yujing was furious when he heard Bing Nandong's movement, especially when he saw Fan Zhiyi grabbing Bing Nandong's wrist. He frowned and then glanced at Bing Nandong with a sharp gaze: "Are you killing him because of Fan Zhiyi?"
Fan Zhiyi came back to his senses at this moment: "?"
He was dizzy from being called "Fan Zhiyi" by these two people over and over again, and what made Fan Zhiyi feel even more confused was that when he looked at the face of the person hiding behind Zhuang Yujing opposite him, he always felt that it was very familiar, and even had the feeling of looking at himself in the mirror, but he had no impression of this person in his mind.
Fan Zhiyi was afraid that Bing Nandong would reveal his real name, which would cause even more chaos. So he loosened his grip on Bing Nandong's hand and tried to mediate: "How about this? First, tie up this...Fan Zhiyi."
"What do you care!" Zhuang Yujing didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, "Master Zhuang, the most important issue right now is how we can find the others and leave here. So, how about we put aside all the other grudges and discuss them after this matter is resolved?"
In the end, Zhuang Yujing personally tied the rope around "Fan Zhiyi", tied his hands and upper body together, and then stared at his face with a strange look. "Fan Zhiyi" looked back at him in ignorance.
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