The farce ended and both parties returned to their own inns.
Fan Zhiyi compared them and was surprised to find that the two residences were right across from each other, and they could see everyone coming in and out. He was afraid that they would not have peace for the next few days.
But compared to this, he was more concerned about his own affairs. Watching Bing Nandong, who was surrounded in the center, walk away, Fan Zhiyi resigned himself to his fate and followed behind at a distance.
He has no memory of his original self now, so it would be very troublesome for him to deal with these three people.
Moreover, from what they said, it is very likely that these were the ones who abandoned him, and Bing Nandong was the one who came back to save him.
Just as Fan Zhiyi was thinking, he heard someone calling him: "Fan Zhiyi, what are you standing there for? Come over here."
Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw Bing Nandong standing on the last step, turning around and looking at him. His tone was not very friendly, but it was his usual style.
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi responded and walked over. He just happened to hear the easy-going man say to Bing Nandong, "Because it's quite dangerous, we asked Junior Sister to go back to the sect first."
"She'll listen?"
"It took a long time to persuade her. She had been insisting on going to the Xue residence to find you. You know, Junior Sister is the one who clings to you the most."
Bing Nandong rarely smiled: "Junior sister, have you returned to Tianyun Sect safely now?"
"Yes, don't worry, Junior Sister is very smart."
"How long will it take to get to the elders?"
"It'll probably take two or three days. How's the situation at the Xue residence now?"
…
Fan Zhiyi listened to their conversation absentmindedly, thinking about what he should do next and what would happen if these people knew that he had lost his memory.
I'm afraid these people won't easily believe his excuses. Bing Nandong is a good example. This guy is still on guard against him.
Hey, original body, original body, why did you want to kill Bing Nandong?
The specific reasons, the original body's personality and so on, may be able to be explored from these people, but Fan Zhiyi feels that doing so now may not make any sense. After all, he can't live his whole life imitating the original body. He doesn't have the brains or the energy.
Moreover, from just a few sentences, he could tell that among the three people, except for the one who seemed easier to talk to but had an unclear attitude, the other two must have hated him to the extreme.
There was someone in Tianyun Sect who caused the original body's death. Fan Zhiyi felt that for the sake of his own life, he had to find out who that person was, so as to avoid being killed without anyone knowing.
Just as Fan Zhiyi was sighing, the people in front sat down. The chubby one started to ask the waiter to take their order, chanting a string of dishes like a mantra. Then he excitedly explained to Bing Nandong, "Big Brother, please just stay here for a few days. When you return to Tianyun Sect, I'll treat you to a delicious meal at Zui Xiang Lou!"
When Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong arrived in the city today, the sun was shining brightly. It was a rare good day in the past few days. The sky was clear and cloudless, and it was a little too hot.
So, the clothes I got from Jiuwanli were a bit hot when I was traveling.
It's just past dinner time and there are not many people on the first floor of the inn.
To be honest, Fan Zhiyi hasn't had a proper meal since he came here, so he doesn't know how the food tastes in this world.
But it was obvious that the four men had no intention of taking him with them.
Fan Zhiyi didn't bother to cause any trouble. He sat at another table, holding his chin with boredom, listening to those people expressing their praise and concern for Bing Nandong, and at the same time belittling him as worthless.
He couldn't help but think that Bing Nandong was quite popular.
Xiaobao looked at Fan Zhiyi with his eyes wide open, then followed his example, holding his chin and sighing, which made Fan Zhiyi laugh.
"Xiaobao, can't you imitate your brother and sigh?"
"Why?"
Fan Zhiyi shook his index finger seriously. "Because sighing is bad for your health. As we say over there, sighing means you lose a day of your life."
Xiaobao nodded, not knowing whether he understood or not.
"What would you two like to order, sirs?" Seeing Fan Zhiyi sitting down, the waiter came up to greet him.
Fan Zhiyi paused, then replied, "Is there a menu?" He had no money, so he just wanted to see the names of the dishes here. It would be even better if there were pictures.
"Yes, sir, please look there."
Fan Zhiyi looked over following the waiter's gesture. There were more than a dozen wooden signs hanging high on the wall behind the counter, each with some words written on it.
Fan Zhiyi swore that he would really stare holes into those wooden signs, but he really didn't recognize those characters. What country's language was this?
Even though I was roaring inside, I still had to pretend on the surface.
Fan Zhiyi stroked his chin, looking like he was struggling to decide what to order.
Seeing him like this, the waiter recommended: "Eight Treasures Duck is our signature dish here. Would you like to try it, sir?"
"But I don't like duck meat very much." No way, it's meat, it's meat. He hasn't eaten meat for four or five days.
"Then this Huadiao Drunken Chicken is also very popular here."
Ah? And there's also Huadiao Drunken Chicken.
Fan Zhiyi had ordered this dish as takeout in college before, and it was pretty good.
No, the point is that this is a world of cultivating immortals. Why doesn’t the author come up with some weird and high-sounding dish names and just copy them from life?
It’s okay, art comes from life, that’s good.
However, this does not prevent him from being a poor man now.
Fan Zhiyi could only continue to shake his head in pain: "I don't like eating chicken either."
"What about stir-fried pork? This one is pork." The waiter recommended.
"I don't eat pork either."
Waiter: "...Sir, what are your dietary restrictions?"
"Fan Zhiyi." Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw Bing Nandong coming over and pulling him up by the collar. "Come with me."
"What, what's the matter?" Fan Zhiyi was forced to stand up and looked at Xiaobao. Xiaobao understood and ran to catch up.
"nothing."
Therefore, Fan Zhiyi could only smile apologetically at the waiter: "Sorry, something urgent happened. I'll come back later."
Although he said this on the surface, Fan Zhiyi actually gave Bing Nandong a hundred thumbs up in his heart. This was simply saving him from dire straits.
Bing Nandong stepped in front of the counter and said, "Open a room." Then he put down a few spirit stones. Fan Zhiyi saw that the boss's eyes lit up visibly, and he happily gave Bing Nandong a room number.
After arriving at the room, Bing Nandong closed the door and got straight to the point: "Do you still remember those three?"
Fan Zhiyi knew which three Bing Nandong was talking about: "No."
"The tall and thin one is Qin Shuan, the gentle one is Lu Changfu, and the remaining one is Wu Bai. Like you, they are also disciples of the Tianyun Sect. But the difference is..."
"Wait, speak slower."
Bing Nandong glared at Fan Zhiyi in dissatisfaction. Fan Zhiyi said sincerely, "I'm a little slow in remembering. Please bear with me."
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