Zhuang Yujing: "...Do you think I'm kidding? Considering your current state, it's already quite good that I didn't kill you under the pretext of fighting demons and defending the Way."
"You can try it. If you can really kill me, it will be a happy thing."
He was still saying this kind of thing, and so was Young Master Zhuang. They were both stubborn people... Fan Zhiyi always had a bad feeling. He couldn't tell what the uneasiness in his heart was, but he felt inexplicably uneasy.
"Forget it." Zhuang Yujing changed the subject and said to Fan Zhiyi in a compromising tone, "As a leader in the world of immortal cultivation, you should also know what absorbing ghost energy means to a cultivator. So, Bing Nandong's matter must not be known to anyone other than the three of us. Although you are from the Tianyun Sect, since you are willing to save us, you are still different from the Tianyun Sect. This time, this young master chooses to trust you."
Before Fan Zhiyi could express his determination, Bing Nandong answered for him: "He won't."
"You know this now?" Zhuang Yujing snorted unhappily. "Wait until Fan Zhiyi comes back, and then we'll see what you'll do. I'll definitely stand on Fan Zhiyi's side. If he wants to beat you up, I'll help him and won't go easy on you. Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll show you something good."
After saying that, Zhuang Yujing cast a spell with his hand, and a small ball of light flew out from the Qiankun bag tied around his waist, then fell to the ground and turned into "Fan Zhiyi", the appearance of Cen Jun's brother.
Zhuang Yujing raised his head proudly and put his hands behind his back: "How is it?"
"What is this?" Fan Zhiyi asked curiously.
"It's the fake Fan Zhiyi at the junction of Yin and Yang. I don't know how it followed me out. I was a bit surprised when I woke up this morning and found it. It can transform into anything at will, but that's all. It has no other use. Tsk, this young master is really amazing. Wherever I go, there will be unexpected surprises. It seems that God is particularly favored." Zhuang Yujing glanced at Bing Nandong, "How is it? Do you want it? Please, this young master will give it to you."
Bing Nandong didn't even glance at it: "I don't want to."
Not achieving the desired effect, Zhuang Yujing ordered the thing: "Become like him." His finger pointed at Bing Nandong, and then two Bing Nandong appeared in the room, both with the same stern face.
Bing Nandong: “…boring.”
"This young master has disliked you for a long time. I just happened to have this thing that can make me look exactly like you. This young master is using it to vent his anger." Zhuang Yujing cast a spell, and the "Fan Zhiyi" turned into the appearance of "Bing Nandong". Zhuang Yujing ordered, "Come, give this young master a shoulder massage."
Bingnandong obediently walked behind Zhuang Yujing and asked, "Master, is this force appropriate?"
"A little heavier, haven't you eaten? You don't have any strength left in your hands?"
This scene was too abstract. The real Bing Nandong's emotions finally fluctuated, his face almost darkening. Fan Zhiyi was trying very hard to suppress his laughter: "Since this came out from there, it should be considered a part of the Fusang God."
"Yes, I asked Master Jinwu to look at it. He said it was a part of the tree spirit of the Fusang God. It's pure and innocent, and has no ill intentions. Master Jinwu also said that if I teach it magic properly, it might become intelligent and almost human. Bring it back to show my father. With it, my father should stop criticizing me."
Open up spiritual wisdom. Fan Zhiyi thought of Fusang God's original wish, which was to transform into a human and travel around. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable, and no one could have imagined that it would eventually develop like this: "Then please, Master Zhuang, teach him to be kind."
"This is inevitable. After all, I am a kind-hearted person. It will inevitably become like me if it is influenced by me."
"Become like this young master" fell into the ears of the tree spirit. It accepted the order from its master and immediately changed into the appearance of Zhuang Yujing. Then the scene became "Zhuang Yujing" giving Zhuang Yujing a massage. Zhuang Yujing was so angry that he cursed, "Stupid tree spirit!" Then he put it back in his palm, and seeing that Fan Zhiyi was really curious, he held it up for Fan Zhiyi to see.
There was just a tiny ball of light twinkling in Zhuang Yujing's palm, just like the stars seen in the distance at night.
Zhuang Yujing glanced at Bing Nandong and asked, "Really?"
"No, keep it well."
"Hmph, this young master is not willing to give it to you." Zhuang Yujing put it back into the Qiankun bag. "By the way, Bing Nandong, you pack up. After meeting Master Jinwu, come back with me to Jiuwanli."
"What am I going there for?"
"Where else can you go in your current situation?" Zhuang Yujing took a step back and looked at Fan Zhiyi. "If it's because of the Immortal Venerable, I agree to let him go with you. And Cen Jun, after all, Jiuwanli can support three more mouths."
"No." This time it was Fan Zhiyi who refused, because he thought about what Master Jinwu said about Bing Nandong being poisoned, and the antidote was only in the hands of the person who poisoned him. He was worried that Bing Nandong would be poisoned before he could reach Jiuwanli, and he had not yet asked Bing Nandong who poisoned him.
Zhuang Yujing was very displeased: "What do you mean by that, Immortal Venerable?"
"I won't go to Jiuwanli with you. I want to go back to Tianyun Sect." Bing Nandong said, "Tianyun Sect and Jiuwanli are already enemies. Master Zhuang should not get too close to the people of Tianyun Sect."
"Are you arguing with me about this now?"
"How about this, Master Zhuang, after Nan Dong's business at Tianyun Sect is finished, we'll come back to Jiuwanli to find you." Fan Zhiyi reconciled the two sides' views. "By the way, Master Zhuang, I have something I want to ask you. Nan Dong, please step out first."
Bing Nandong didn't move, and Zhuang Yujing didn't care: "Just say whatever you want to say."
"No." Fan Zhiyi was extremely firm.
Bing Nandong finally left, and Fan Zhiyi then spoke: "Master Zhuang, in your impression, what kind of person is Fan Zhiyi?" The "Fan Zhiyi" he was referring to was naturally Cen Jun's brother, who was familiar to everyone in this world.
"Fan Zhiyi? Why are you asking him?" Zhuang Yujing suddenly became alert.
"I just want to ask, are there any habits, personality, or usual aspects of his that are abrupt and incompatible with you, such as the way he speaks, his actions, etc.? I can swear that I have absolutely no ill intentions and will not do anything to Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong. I just want to confirm one thing." Fan Zhiyi raised three fingers and swore, his expression very serious.
Zhuang Yujing stared at him for a few seconds before saying, "I haven't had much contact with Fan Zhiyi. You should ask Bing Nandong."
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