Bing Nandong remained unmoved, his expression exceptionally cold. He waved his sleeve to brush away Cen Jun's hand, then turned around. When he saw Fan Zhiyi, he wasn't too surprised. He walked over and handed him a map. "Master, this is the route to Youshan Temple." Bing Nandong explained to Fan Zhiyi, "Let's set off now. Master, remember to cover your appearance, especially the area between your eyebrows; it's too conspicuous."
"good."
After hearing Fan Zhiyi's response, Bing Nandong returned to the dilapidated temple. Fan Zhiyi walked over to see Cen Jun, who was crying breathlessly. He sighed and patted his shoulder: "Cen Jun, this is the best solution right now. Your senior brother had no choice."
"Master, wuwuwu... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've caused you so much trouble, I'm sorry!" Cen Jun apologized repeatedly, "I don't have a brother anymore, and I don't want to be separated from my senior brother and master anymore. I'm not afraid of anything. Please, Master, go talk to my senior brother. He listens to you the most! Besides, what should I do alone at this time?"
Fan Zhiyi lifted his shirt hem, squatted down, and wiped Cen Jun's tears with his sleeve: "Cen Jun, you are very good and have not caused us any trouble. Your senior brother is so serious with you because he cares about you very much. Don't blame him. Letting you go to Youshan Temple is also for your own good."
"But I... I just want to be with my senior brother and Master. You're all I have. I know my senior brother is angry with me..."
Fan Zhiyi hugged him gently and patted his back: "Your senior brother never blamed you."
Cen Jun said in a tearful voice: "I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have participated in that competition without telling my master and senior brother. I'm sorry, but I really didn't drink that bowl of medicine, senior brother..." Cen Jun cried heartbreakingly, and her tears soaked Fan Zhiyi's clothes on his chest.
"Actually, the one your senior brother is most angry about is me," Fan Zhiyi said gently, "because I've never dared to admit something to him. Even though I already have a definite answer in my heart, I didn't dare to face it."
In fact, the one who suffered the most in this whole incident should be Bing Nandong, but Fan Zhiyi had no way to take his feelings into consideration at that time. He was a selfish ordinary person in the guise of an immortal. If Bing Nandong's pain was transferred to him, Fan Zhiyi knew that he would definitely not be able to bear it.
"Master..." Cen Jun called him softly, "I'm sorry."
"Mr. Cen, even if you have to walk the road ahead alone, you must remain an upright person!" Okay, this was his final instruction to Mr. Cen. "Master... I'm really worried about your senior brother. Master will help you keep an eye on him, so just wait at Youshan Temple until we meet up, okay?"
Fan Zhiyi stretched out his hand: "Let's make a pinky promise."
Cen Jun looked at Fan Zhiyi's outstretched little finger and followed suit. Fan Zhiyi hooked his pinky finger with his, "Once we've made a promise, we can't go back on our word. Trust me, Cen Jun."
Fan Zhiyi unfolded the map in front of him and handed the token given by Jin Wu to Cen Jun. He explained to Cen Jun again according to what Bing Nandong and himself had explained: "Okay, go. Be careful on the road. Let us know when you arrive. If you encounter anything, let us know immediately. Master will come to rescue you immediately." Fan Zhiyi smiled, making himself look more stable.
The tip of Cen Jun's nose was red. He had not had time to pack anything when he escaped from Tianyunmen this time. Now the most precious thing on him was the ashes of "Fan Zhiyi", which he carefully kept in his Qiankun bag. He would take his brother with him and they would never be separated.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Cen Jun with a very subtle mood, as if he was looking at a child who was about to leave home.
It seemed as if he had never really looked at Cen Jun. The child was still developing physically, and he might grow up to be as tall as his senior brother in the future. He was handsome and well-proportioned, but now he had a crying face and did not look like a hero.
"Be strong." Fan Zhiyi faced Cen Jun's gaze and held it in for a long time. Among thousands of words, there were only these three words.
Cen Jun hugged Fan Zhiyi and started crying again: "Master, you promised me, you must not break your promise. You and my brother must be safe!"
"good."
"Please tell my senior brother that I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me, senior brother."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi patted his back. "Let's go. Once you're gone, don't look back."
"I'll be waiting for you." He let go of Fan Zhiyi and looked towards the ruined temple. Cen Jun couldn't see Bing Nandong in his sight, and he didn't dare to go forward to find Bing Nandong. He could only say with tears in his eyes, "Brother, I'm leaving."
"Yeah." Bingnan in the room replied in a very cold tone without much reaction.
Fan Zhiyi watched Cen Jun leave. As expected, he didn't look back and disappeared in the thick fog.
Fan Zhiyi stood there in a daze for a while, then walked into the dilapidated temple: "Let's go too."
Bing Nandong was standing against the wall. Upon hearing Fan Zhiyi's words, he asked awkwardly in a low voice, "Master, why didn't you go with Cen Jun? Isn't he what Master calls the protagonist?"
"Didn't you hear everything? Why are you asking?" Fan Zhiyi found it funny. Don't think that he didn't know that Bing Nandong had been eavesdropping. Forget it, there were some things Fan Zhiyi couldn't say in front of Bing Nandong, so it would be better to leave it at that.
"Master... have you remembered? No, it's okay if you haven't. Master, don't you feel a little bit..." Bing Nandong paused and looked at Fan Zhiyi without any reservations, "Do you like me?"
"...Are you in love? What's going on? Can you please solve the problem at hand first?" Fan Zhiyi also stood by the door, looking at him, and helplessly urged, "Hurry up, let's go."
"What is love brain?"
"It's just... it's difficult to explain." Fan Zhiyi waved his hand.
Bing Nandong said aggrievedly, "Master, you're not even willing to explain? If it was Cen Jun who asked, Master would definitely be willing to tell him."
Pretend, pretend for me. Fan Zhiyi glanced at him and asked, "Are you leaving or not?"
Bing Nandong gently grabbed one of his wrists and looked at Fan Zhiyi tentatively: "Let's go."
Seeing that Fan Zhiyi didn't reject his touch, he walked closer and gently rested his head on Fan Zhiyi's shoulder: "This is Master's own choice." Bing Nandong closed his eyes, feeling the rare quietness of this moment. Joy filled him up bit by bit like a fountain in a crack in the stone. After so long, he rarely felt a trace of comfort and warmth. "Master, please don't regret it, and don't give up on me."
Fan Zhiyi felt a bitter taste in his throat, which then turned into a long sigh.
"Master hugged Mr. Cen when he was comforting him just now. Why can't he hug me now? Is it because I didn't cry?"
"You were so angry with me yesterday, I thought you were going to hold your grudge for the rest of your life, but now you're willing to get close to me again? Could you change even more? You're like two different people." Even though he was complaining, Fan Zhiyi still turned his head away, gave Bing Nandong a quick and flimsy hug, and patted him on the back. "Now we're the same, right? You can't accuse me of being partial now, right?"
"It's different." Bing Nandong raised his head slightly and touched Fan Zhiyi's cheek with his lips. "I want my weight in Master's heart to be greater than Cen Jun's."
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