Next to him was Cen Jun, who was barely standing by leaning on his sword, and was taking a short rest while catching his breath.
Bing Nandong frowned and saw that Fan Zhiyi's white clothes were stained with blood again.
Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's go." These words were obviously directed at Bing Nandong.
He walked all the way to Fan Zhiyi. Even though those disciples pointed their swords at them, they hesitated to attack. They had truly witnessed the real strength of the Immortal Venerable. He was really powerful. They did not dare to act rashly before the reinforcements arrived.
Bing Nandong spotted Lu Changfu among the crowd. He had never looked so disheveled before, his clothes disheveled, his hair drifting slightly, and bloodstains all over his body. But Bing Nandong remained unmoved. He looked at him no differently than he would any other Tianyun Sect disciple. He glanced at him and then looked away.
Fan Zhiyi said, "Hurry up! I was still trying to deal with them. I only used my full strength when you sent me a message. I guess reinforcements will be here soon."
The two people came like the wind, and the three people left like the wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Fan Zhiyi took Bing Nandong's sword. As they left, Bing Nandong threw down a few talismans. Then, a mist rose up, covering their whereabouts. Bing Nandong whispered a reminder: "Cover your mouth and nose."
"How long have you been drawing these talismans?" Fan Zhiyi had also seen explanations about talismans when he was learning magic, but he felt that these things were difficult to remember and draw, and that they worked better if he just thought about it, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
"When Master ignores me." Bing Nandong replied.
Fan Zhiyi: “…” Does that mean he is ignoring Bing Nandong?
However, after escaping the danger zone, Fan Zhiyi relaxed his clothes a little and his body finally became a little weak. He leaned on Bing Nandong's back, but still insisted on maintaining a standing posture. Otherwise, if he fell down and was discovered by the people of Tianyun Sect, these villains would probably pounce on him like a hungry tiger.
Sensing Fan Zhiyi's reaction, Bing Nandong almost instantly turned his head to look at him. Fan Zhiyi gently touched his face, forcing him to look forward: "Concentrate on flying the sword, don't worry about me."
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi didn't want to be a burden. They had finally made it this far and were about to leave Tianyunmen. He covered his abdomen with his hands. The bloodstain on his clothes was still expanding. Just from the sticky touch of his hands, he could feel that he was losing blood rapidly.
As a powerful person, it would be a joke if I died from excessive blood loss due to lack of timely treatment.
Fan Zhiyi had no experience in group fights and was ambushed and stabbed several times. He didn't know what kind of world this was, but he guessed that this novel must be his enemy. Since arriving in the village, he had either been injured or on the way to being injured.
When Fan Zhiyi woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed. He sat up suddenly, grimacing in pain because the wound on his abdomen was pulled. He had to slowly support himself with his elbows to sit up, get out of bed and put on his shoes.
His upper body was wrapped in bandages due to an abdominal injury and he was not wearing any clothes.
His hands were inconvenient to use, so Fan Zhiyi could only push the window open little by little, then stick his head out. The clean and refreshing breeze made him feel much more comfortable.
Fan Zhiyi remembered that they were caught up by two cultivators with good cultivation from Tianyun Sect when they were halfway through their escape. After several fights, Bing Nandong finally killed them, and then... he seemed to have fainted?
Fan Zhiyi observed the outside carefully. There were not many people on the streets. Looking at the overall situation, the town was not big, so where did they escape to now?
Fan Zhiyi sent word to Bing Nandong that he was awake, and not long after, Bing Nandong walked in, holding a bowl of medicine. He was dressed in the simplest of clothes, and his hair, usually tied high, was only halfway up, secured with a wooden hairpin, with some loose hair left to cover his face.
Fan Zhiyi sat on a chair, watching Bing Nandong patiently feeding him medicine spoonful by spoonful, and asked, "How many days have I been unconscious? Where am I now? Has the poison taken effect?"
"It's in a small town along the river, quite far from Tianyun Sect." Bing Nandong answered Fan Zhiyi's question calmly, "Master has been in a coma for four days. I'm fine, so just focus on recovering."
In fact, they had settled in another place before. At that time, Bing Nandong instructed Cen Jun to take care of Fan Zhiyi, and then went to another inn nearby to get a room to break the restriction imposed on him by the leader. This restriction could control him, prevent him from committing suicide, and monitor his whereabouts. If he really wanted to escape from Tianyunmen, this restriction could not be left behind.
Sure enough, the forced breakthrough caused Bing Nandong to die again. Bing Nandong thought he would never wake up again, but when he opened his eyes, unlike the despair last time, Bing Nandong vaguely felt lucky.
Fortunately, he woke up and Fan Zhiyi was still alive. How could he bear to die like this?
But Bing Nandong didn't intend to let Fan Zhiyi know about this. After breaking through the restriction, he immediately took Cen Jun and the unconscious Fan Zhiyi to another place, which was here.
Fan Zhiyi asked, "Where's Cen Jun? His brother..."
"Tianyun Sect and Cen Jun said that I killed Fan Zhiyi for pure Yin blood. I explained everything to Cen Jun when Master was unconscious." Bing Nandong's expression was not necessarily good, and he seemed unwilling to recall the past. "How does Master feel now? Tianyun Sect has posted our portraits and offered a reward for our capture. We need to move quickly."
"I'm fine."
So Bing Nandong asked Fan Zhiyi to raise his hand and changed his clothes for him.
This feeling was very wonderful. Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong who was bending down to tie the belt around his waist. Suddenly, Bing Nandong raised his eyes and looked at him. Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment and looked away in a bit of a loss.
"Master's heart is beating faster." Bing Nandong said and took a step back. "I'll go call Mr. Cen." After saying that, he went out, leaving Fan Zhiyi standing there stupidly.
Then, Fan Zhiyi suddenly came to his senses and covered his face with his hands, his face flushed. What was going on? It was not like they had looked into each other's eyes before. Was he trying to have a fight?
Along the way, the three of them really kept a low profile. For the convenience of the trip and to ensure that "Fan Zhiyi's" body would no longer be used and could truly rest in peace, they cremated "Fan Zhiyi" on the first night in the wild, and placed the ashes in a bone urn, which was kept by Cen Jun.
After dealing with all this, they continued their journey the next day. The atmosphere was very strange. Bing Nandong did everything he should do and fulfilled his duties as a disciple and senior brother, but he neither spoke to Cen Jun nor paid any attention to Fan Zhiyi.
Judging from this situation, Fan Zhiyi knew that Bing Nandong was probably still sulking. He was angry with him, and Fan Zhiyi understood why. He had already been angry with him before he went to rescue Cen Jun, but how had Cen Jun offended him?
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