As soon as they left the house, Fan Zhiyi immediately took Bing Nandong with him. He didn't let go of Bing Nandong until they reached the snowy mountain and landed safely. Bing Nandong held his hand, as if touching something fragile. He moved with extreme caution, staring at his fingers and saying, "I'll help you apply the medicine when we get back."
His hand was indeed in excruciating pain. They say the fingers are connected to the heart. He had just been forced to pretend to be nonchalant while swinging his sword in order to appease those people. Fan Zhiyi knew full well that if he showed even the slightest weakness, they would pounce on him, leaving him no room for resistance.
But now, it hurts to move at all. Fan Zhiyi doesn't even dare to look at his hands. He always feels that this "makeup effect" is similar to that in a horror movie.
Bing Nandong also knew that he was in pain, so he gently put down his hand: "Master's acting is really good. Even though I had discussed it with you in advance, I still felt that you really didn't want me anymore."
Bing Nandong's voice was deep, revealing a faint complaint. Fan Zhiyi was inexplicably afraid of such a gloomy Bing Nandong: "Your acting is not bad, but the last move of your master was handsome. Alas, how lonely it is to be invincible." Fan Zhiyi never thought that he would be able to say this sentence from his mouth one day.
"Yes, Wudi. Do you want me to find a way to revive the Fusang God and let it accompany Master again, so that Master won't be lonely anymore."
Fan Zhiyi felt miserable when he thought of the ever-changing statues and spaces at the junction of yin and yang, especially the woman with the spirit stone on her head. He instantly got goose bumps all over his body: "Oh, forget it." The Fusang God is not at the same level as the leader and the others. It is an evil god. If Bing Nandong had not absorbed it later, who knows how long the hard battle would have lasted.
However, if he could go back to that time, he would definitely be faster, quick enough to rescue Bing Nandong before he ate the Fusang God. In this way, Bing Nandong would at least suffer less.
"By the way, did the Sect Leader tell you anything privately when he asked you to come over?"
Bing Nandong replied, "I simply asked about the specifics of this mission. I shared my suspicions with him. The Lin Clan likely acted in this way to forge a new path. Unable to match the Tianyun Clan's capabilities, they sought to control the Ghost Clan themselves to elevate their standing in the world of immortal cultivation. Perhaps they had other plans."
"Perhaps the Lin family wants to control the entire world of immortal cultivation and become the most powerful person among them."
"Master is clever," Bing Nandong continued, a sly look in his eyes. "So the Tianyun Sect will certainly not allow this to happen. Let them kill each other." As for not letting Cen Jun report this, it was simply because if the Lin family was involved, it would inevitably be linked to the Ghost Sect, and if that was involved, Cen Jun would have no choice but to get involved. Fan Zhiyi cared so much about Cen Jun, so Bing Nandong didn't want him to get involved in the Ghost Sect's dirty business.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, and when they returned to the familiar Snow Mountain Villa, Fan Zhiyi called out, "Mr. Cen."
There was no response. Fan Zhiyi called out again, but the entire courtyard was silent except for his voice.
Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong looked at each other, then ran to Cen Jun's house and knocked on the door three times. There was no response. Bing Nandong pushed the door open and saw that there was no one inside. There was only a letter on the table. Bing Nandong opened it and read it with Fan Zhiyi.
"Don't worry, Senior Brother and Master, I will be back in three days."
"Did he tell you what he was going to do? Cen Jun's heart and eyes are full of his brother, and he insisted on going back to Tianyun Sect with us. If the Sect Master took advantage of the opportunity..." Fan Zhiyi was very anxious. He hoped that his male protagonist would not get into trouble, otherwise he would be finished too.
"Mr. Cen is not as inexperienced as Master thinks. Let's wait for a while."
Fan Zhiyi could wait any longer. He was worried about Bing Nandong. "It's better to resolve your poisoning as soon as possible. If we keep putting it off, it's easy for something unexpected to happen. I wonder if the Tianyun Sect will use this as an excuse to do something strange. Oh, here's the antidote." Fan Zhiyi had forgotten that he had put the antidote in a small pocket and immediately took it out. "Don't be disgusted. I crushed the porcelain bottle in a rage."
"Master, were you injured by the debris?"
"For my hand, one more wound or one less wound doesn't make any difference."
"There is a difference." Bing Nandong said seriously. He pulled Fan Zhiyi to his room, took out the medicine box to help him re-apply the medicine, and checked it carefully inside and out.
Fan Zhiyi said, "Don't worry, the porcelain bottle didn't scratch me. Apply the medicine quickly." Fan Zhiyi turned his head away and didn't look at him. It hurt to look at him.
"Master must have a high level of cultivation. Otherwise, with such a serious injury, his hand would have been crippled."
Well, I can only say that the system finally did a good thing.
Fan Zhiyi thought about it and continued the previous topic: "Bingnandong, why don't you take this medicine to find Master Jinwu first? I will wait for Mr. Cen here." No matter what, he couldn't abandon Mr. Cen.
"Master, you think too simply. Tianyun Sect's target has always been me. How could they let me go so easily?"
"I can turn into your appearance and try to get by."
"The Transfiguration will most likely be recognized. It'll only take three days, I can afford the wait. Don't worry, Master, I definitely know my own body better than anyone else." Bing Nandong carefully bandaged Fan Zhiyi's hand. "Compared to this, I care more about how Master feels about me now."
Bing Nandong's eyes slowly moved upwards, landing on Fan Zhiyi's. As their eyes met, Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong's eyes contained thousands of words, but all of them were hidden under his eyelashes.
These were a pair of beautiful eyes. Fan Zhiyi had thought about the moment when they regained clarity, but he had not expected them to be so touching, as if they were looking into his most essential soul across thousands of mountains.
Just this one glance, and Fan Zhiyi's defenses collapsed. He hurriedly lowered his head and stopped looking at Bing Nandong. If he continued looking, everything would be in chaos.
He may not be Cen Jun's brother. If something goes wrong, how will it end? Bing Nandong just recognized the wrong person. The one he liked from the beginning to the end was "Fan Zhiyi", not him.
"Well, let me help you channel your spiritual energy first."
Fan Zhiyi changed the subject, trying to pretend nothing had happened, but Bing Nandong wouldn't let him: "Master, are you trying to avoid this question again? Even your habitual movements are the same as before."
Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. His heart was beating violently due to nervousness.
"How long do you intend to avoid it, Master? When it becomes unavoidable?"
"Bing Nandong, please let me calm down." Fan Zhiyi left Bing Nandong's room after saying this.
He felt a headache. How could one be so eager to force a person to admit that he was someone else, and the other party was in such a relationship? Shouldn't he be more cautious and confirm it with multiple evidences to ensure that he would not admit his mistake?
Fan Zhiyi was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he returned to his room.
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