Fan Zhiyi watched Cen Jun trying to please Bing Nandong by giving him some wild fruits, but Bing Nandong ignored him and just used a wooden stick to stir the fire.
Cen Jun pursed his lips, turned around dejectedly and held the wild fruit in front of Fan Zhiyi: "Master, would you like to eat some?" He hung his head, and even his voice was filled with frustration.
Fan Zhiyi shook his head and said, "You eat." Then he glanced at Bing Nandong. Seeing that he was not paying attention to them, he asked Cen Jun in a low voice, "Why is Nandong angry with you?"
Now that the three of them were traveling together and were on the same boat, it was natural for them to work together and not have any barriers.
"Disciple..." Cen Jun lowered his eyes. "Disciple participated in a competition. The Sect Leader said that if I won first place, he would inform me of my brother's news. Back then, when I insisted on returning to the Tianyun Sect in the village, it was because the Sect Leader said he had found my brother's whereabouts and that as long as I followed his instructions, we would meet. I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to hide this from you. I know that Master and Brother are very busy and have their own tasks. I didn't want to cause you any trouble..."
Fan Zhiyi still remembered what Cen Jun had said when he faced the Tianyun Sect. He firmly chose them. So he smiled and couldn't help but rub Cen Jun's head, comforting him: "You did very well, Cen Jun..."
"Very good?" Bing Nandong spoke. "He dared to participate without even knowing what the competition was about. If he drank that bowl of medicine, did he know what the consequences would be?"
Bing Nandong seemed to be getting angry. With a cold face, he threw the branch that was stirring the fire into the fire, walked away, sat down against the tree trunk and closed his eyes.
Cen Jun seemed to want to explain something, but in the end he just shut his mouth and returned to his seat in a daze to eat wild fruits.
The next morning, they had to set off again. Fan Zhiyi didn't know where to go, but he trusted Bing Nandong. The only thing that worried him was that Bing Nandong would be poisoned. But Bing Nandong should have his own plans. After all, he didn't have a masochistic tendency. Who would like to be tortured by poison all the time... Really? Does Bing Nandong really not have a masochistic tendency?
You can't blame Fan Zhiyi for thinking too much. Although Bing Nandong's mental state has improved, the external conditions are so stressful on him that there is a high possibility of a relapse.
So Fan Zhiyi took a few steps forward and stood next to Bing Nandong: "Where are we going now?"
"There's a deserted temple ahead. We'll talk about it when we get there."
"How soon can we find Imago to prepare the antidote?"
"We'll talk about it later. I know my limits. Master, don't worry."
He verbally told him not to worry, but there was no definite answer. Fan Zhiyi knew that asking too many questions would be annoying, so he asked other questions: "Since you are worried about Mr. Cen, just talk to him properly. It's normal for children of this age to have some little thoughts of their own during their rebellious period. And I think Mr. Cen has realized his mistakes. No matter what, you are brothers and sisters, the closest people in the world. Now that things have developed to this point, you must support each other in the future..."
"Master, are you going to bring up that old protagonist theory again? Tell me to treat my junior brother well." Bing Nandong's dark eyes turned to Fan Zhiyi. "Master, do you know that the competition he participated in is the one I told you about before, the one selecting candidates for the Ghost Gate? That bowl of medicine was blended with someone else's elixir. If he drank it and knew the truth, given his temper, he would be devastated."
To sum up, I am still worried about Mr. Cen. Just like those parents who care about their children, they are angry and annoyed when they see their children are not successful. But in fact, what makes them most angry is themselves for not taking good care of their children.
"Besides, the person closest to me in this world is my Master."
Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. He swallowed hard, his lips moving several times before he finally thought of the right words to say: "Then how long will you remain angry? At Mr. Cen, and at me too."
Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi, his eyes seeming to have already spoken what his master wanted to say. "Then why didn't Master comfort me like he did to Mr. Cen when I was blind?"
"..." The wind lifted Fan Zhiyi's hair. He had imagined many ways Bing Nandong would answer this question, but he never thought he would say that.
Fan Zhiyi's brain froze for a moment, and he chose to shut up.
Bing Nandong observed his expression and knew that he was trying to escape again, so he sneered: "Master obviously knows everything, and this is how partial he is."
No, Bing Nandong had guessed wrong this time, and Fan Zhiyi truly didn't know what to say. Furthermore, he honestly knew he wasn't biased. Even if he was, it was always towards Bing Nandong. Ever since crossing over, he'd braved countless dangers for Bing Nandong, the petty, short-tempered, sensitive, arrogant, and narrow-minded disciple.
But now no matter how he refuted it, it seemed pale and powerless, so he simply let the strange silence between the three of them continue.
Bing Nandong led them around in circles and finally arrived at an abandoned temple.
Fan Zhiyi is now feeling phobia towards this kind of temple, but there is nothing on the altar in this temple, and the altar is also empty. Fortunately, the roof is in good condition, but it has a slight leak.
But Fan Zhiyi still understood the rules of being outside and knew not to worry too much. Moreover, they were actually running for their lives, and it was already very good to have such a dilapidated temple for them to stay for a while. At least it was hidden enough and would not be discovered so easily.
It was neither too early nor too late when they arrived. Bing Nandong asked Cen Jun to find something to eat, then had Fan Zhiyi take off his clothes and change his medicine. Fan Zhiyi obeyed obediently. He naturally wanted his injury to heal quickly, so that if they encountered any danger again, their chances of winning would be higher.
The body given to him by this system was covered with wounds everywhere. If it were a local person who was reincarnated into this body, Fan Zhiyi didn't know whether the other person would be able to play his account much better than himself. Maybe with such a big cheat in hand, he would become the number one in the world of immortal cultivation, open up a new world, and then expose those bad guys in Tianyun Sect.
Just when Fan Zhiyi's thoughts were wandering, the place on his waist that had been pierced by a sword from someone unknown was hit hard with a "bang". Fan Zhiyi's entire back straightened in pain and cold sweat broke out. However, Bing Nandong grabbed his wrist and prevented him from running away.
Fan Zhiyi turned around and glared at him. This man was too petty. He should not retaliate too quickly.
Bing Nandong said calmly, "The heavier the dose, the better the effect of the medicine will be. Master, please don't move."
I wouldn't believe you. But after applying the medicine, Bing Nandong was much more relaxed when wrapping the gauze. His hands loosely circled Fan Zhiyi's waist from behind, wrapping the gauze around and around. Fan Zhiyi lowered his head in a daze.
"Master used to like listening to ghost stories, but he was timid and always got scared."
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