Jin Wu gently raised one hand and pressed it on Fan Zhiyi's left shoulder. A string of spells of martial arts and the postures for practicing entered Fan Zhiyi's mind, and then Fan Zhiyi was petrified.
Jin Wu's technique was taught very quickly, but it was too much of a blow to Fan Zhiyi. He looked at Jin Wu in disbelief and asked, "Are you serious?"
Fan Zhiyi recalled all the strange and shameful postures in his mind. Who drew these? They were so lifelike that even a modern man like him would blush when seeing them.
Jin Wu remained calm and responded, "It's just a technique. It varies according to the different mindsets of the practitioners. Besides, in this situation, dual cultivation is the best solution."
Fan Zhiyi could understand it, but the possibility of this happening was a bit... Fan Zhiyi sighed: "Is there no other way?"
Now I understand: "Donor, use this set of exercises according to the method you usually use to help Nan Dong to relieve pain, and the effect is acceptable, but it will definitely be better if you practice it together."
"I understand. Thank you, Master." Fan Zhiyi bowed to Jin Wu.
Jin Wu looked at his bony fingers and asked, "Donor, doesn't it hurt?"
"It hurts, but I have to deal with Bing Nandong's matter first."
"Nandong is truly fortunate to have a master like you." Jinwu smiled, "I have a prescription for muscle healing and pain relief. I'll go prepare it for you."
"That's great, thank you Master!"
As soon as I left, Fan Zhiyi started to heal Bing Nandong's injuries. The ghost energy entered his body, and it was as painful as being pierced by thousands of arrows. It was very uncomfortable.
Fan Zhiyi looked at the ghost energy that could not be dispelled from his hands, and sat in meditation in the room for a long time. He did not leave the room until neither he nor Bing Nandong showed any signs of being invaded by the ghost energy.
It was already dark outside, but when Fan Zhiyi went out, he found Cen Jun standing by the door with his eyes wide open. He didn't know how long he had been standing there. As soon as he saw him, he called out to him, "Master, Master Jinwu told me not to go in and disturb you, otherwise you would go astray. So how are you and Brother now? Can I go in and see Brother?"
"Let your senior brother have a good rest first."
Although Cen Jun glanced into the room reluctantly once or twice, he finally nodded sensibly: "Master Jinwu has already prepared the medicine that Master needs. Disciple will help Master bandage the wound."
They walked downstairs. Only He An was there. Fan Zhiyi asked about Zhuang Yujing's condition as soon as he opened his mouth: "How is Young Master Zhuang?"
"The young master is seriously injured, has consumed too much spiritual energy, and is still unconscious."
"Yeah." Fan Zhiyi responded, and then let Cen Jun bandage him. "By the way, where is Master Jinwu?"
"The master said he wants to go back to the village to help the dead souls let go of their obsessions and pass away soon. He will come back when Senior Brother wakes up." Cen Jun carefully applied the ointment to Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi subconsciously withdrew his hand in pain, but Cen Jun didn't catch it. He said distressedly, "Master, you have to bear it. If you don't apply the ointment, it will be very serious."
"Okay, okay, Master got it." Fan Zhiyi looked at Cen Jun's focused expression, and thought of his disciple who was still unconscious on the bed. He sighed. This journey was dangerous, and it was fortunate that he had come along, otherwise he didn't know how much time Cen Jun would have to spend here.
We have to say that it was the protagonist who created such a dangerous place by opening a map.
"Mr. Cen, you two have never…" Fan Zhiyi wanted to talk about the illusion, but then he remembered Bing Nandong's words to Zhuang Yujing and immediately changed his words, "Have you ever entered the boundary between Yin and Yang?"
Cen Jun shook his head.
Well, well, that's not right. If the protagonist doesn't gain experience, then where will all the benefits come from? Fan Zhiyi frowned and asked, "Have you found any magic weapon?"
Cen Jun blinked innocently: "No."
Fan Zhiyi was puzzled, and then he had another idea: "Mr. Cen, have you ever met Master Jinwu before?"
"Master, this is the first time I've met Master Jinwu."
So that's how it is. As the protagonist, Cen Jun's journey might be just to get to know a powerful person like Jin Wu, who might be able to help Cen Jun in the future.
So Fan Zhiyi earnestly taught him, "Mr. Cen, when Master is free today, you should discuss your cultivation experiences with him and listen to his teachings. This will be beneficial to you."
"Yes, Master is so kind. Even though he is injured like this, he still cares about his disciple." Cen Jun was extremely moved. He even bandaged the wound more vigorously and his fighting spirit was high.
This really made Fan Zhiyi miserable. He couldn't help but cry out in pain, which was quite embarrassing for his master: "Be gentler, be gentler."
He An waited until Fan Zhiyi and Cen Jun finished reminiscing about the past before speaking: "Just now, I heard the Immortal Venerable mention the boundary between Yin and Yang. Could it be that the Immortal Venerable entered there?"
"That's right."
"A place where yin and yang meet must be a place with extremely heavy yin energy, with countless casualties. So why didn't the Lin family know about this? Could it be that someone deliberately concealed everything about the village?"
While the wound was being bandaged, Fan Zhiyi briefly recounted what happened in the illusion, especially the man in black he saw when he became the God of Fusang. He must be planning something and was the driving force and real culprit behind this whole tragedy.
He An listened very carefully and thought for a moment: "This is the Lin family's territory, and we met Lin Taiyin when we first arrived. This is not necessarily a coincidence."
"Everything can only wait until Nan Dong and Young Master Zhuang wake up." Fan Zhiyi said.
Because the injury on his hand was so severe, Cen Jun had to wrap Fan Zhiyi's hands like two rice balls. His neck and chest were also wrapped, making him look like a mummy, making it difficult for him to do anything. So he decided to move in with Bing Nandong. It would be easier for Cen Jun to care for them, as they were both patients.
At this rate, they would have to stay here for at least a few days before leaving. The key was that Fan Zhiyi was worried about the poison in Bing Nandong's body, fearing that, like before, the poison would suddenly attack his heart and cause his death.
Bing Nandong slept on the left side of the bed, while Fan Zhiyi was on the right side. He lay there looking at his chubby hands. Now his whole body ached with the slightest movement, and even turning over required him to prepare himself mentally for a long time. If he were in the real world, he would probably never encounter such an injury.
Fan Zhiyi turned his head to look and saw Bing Nandong still frowning in his sleep, with his lips pursed into an arc. He didn't know if he was dreaming. If so, Fan Zhiyi knew it must be a nightmare.
Is he really Cen Jun’s brother?
They both had the same name, Fan Zhiyi, and both said that their home was far away. The scenes that the Fusang God showed him were so real that they seemed like the pain they had experienced personally. If they had to say that it was a trap set by the Fusang God, Fan Zhiyi could not convince himself.
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