Wu Bai pointed at Fan Zhiyi, his tone unconcealed with disgust. "Big Brother, why did you bring him along? Have you been fooled by this guy's words and forgotten what he did to you before?"
Wu Bai's tone was a little excited: "And that child, I wonder if Fan Zhiyi, who is so precious to him, is having an affair with someone else outside..."
"Brother, what you said is too much. Why do you bring others into the conversation when we are just having a good time?" Fan Zhiyi didn't want to argue with these people when it came to him, but he absolutely couldn't stand it when it came to Xiaobao!
So he covered Xiaobao's ears and sneered, "Why, you know it again? Which eye of yours can make you so sure? Others don't know, but you know it. Are you a charlatan? Or do you have X-ray vision that can see the similarity of other people's DNA? Or do you know it so clearly? Could it be that you and I..."
Fan Zhiyi was afraid of corrupting the children, so he just brushed it off, but everyone knew what he meant. Then Fan Zhiyi looked Wu Bai up and down with disdain and said, "Forget it, I'm not that hungry."
Fan Zhiyi's speech left the other party stunned. After all, he grew up in a large family of immortal cultivators, so how could he bear such humiliation? He immediately rolled up his sleeves and was ready to fight Fan Zhiyi.
Bing Nandong stood in front of Fan Zhiyi, looking at them coldly, his intimidation evident without anger. "Didn't I say yesterday that Xiaobao was the child we rescued from the haunted house? If we hadn't made the mistake of not investigating thoroughly, how could we have ended up in this situation now?"
Mr. Lu put his hand on Wu Bai's shoulder. With just one move, Wu Bai withdrew his fist, suppressing his anger. "So, Nan Dong, are there any other living people in the Xue residence?"
Bing Nandong shook his head: "No more."
"That's good. The sun is shining brightly now, but it looks like it'll be windy soon. If you want to go out, do it now."
Wu Bai was so angry that he simply turned his head away, while Lu Changfu kept his hand on Wu Bai's shoulder, looking at Bing Nandong with a smile, his expression unchanged.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel that the relationship between them was a little weird, but he couldn't put his finger on what was weird about it.
Bing Nandong nodded: "If there is any news from the elders, let me know immediately."
"good."
Fan Zhiyi discovered that Bing Nandong didn't seem to be so confrontational when facing his fellow disciples, especially when facing Mr. Lu Changfu, he was quite amiable.
As he was thinking this, when he looked up again, he inadvertently saw Qin Shuan, who had been unusually silent. The other party was staring at him intently. Fan Zhiyi frowned and looked away.
After leaving the inn, Fan Zhiyi asked, "What did I do to you in the past that made them hate me so much? I won't just pull a knife on you, will I?"
"Just you?"
Well, that's not realistic.
Bing Nandong saw that Fan Zhiyi didn't chat with him, so he said, "It's nothing, don't think too much."
"Oh." If he didn't want to tell her, that would be fine. It was impossible for him to find out everything the original body had done.
This time, Bing Nandong went out to check in a businesslike manner to see how well Fan Zhiyi had mastered what he had taught him yesterday. He unexpectedly discovered that he had mastered it quite well.
Just as Mr. Lu Chang said, the wind started to blow not long after we started walking, the sky changed drastically, and thick dark clouds replaced the sunlight.
He originally planned to go home directly, but Fan Zhiyi was inadvertently attracted by the storyteller in a teahouse next door.
From the angle he was standing outside the door, he could just see the bustling crowd and the old man sitting on the stage at the innermost part.
Bing Nandong took a few steps and realized that no one was following him, so he turned back and said, "What's so interesting about this..."
Before he could finish his words, the old man inside slammed the gavel and said, "We all know that among the events of the great families in the world of immortal cultivation, the most interesting ones are undoubtedly the rival sects of Tianyun Sect and Jiuwanli Sect."
Bing Nandong also calmed down, stopped talking, and looked inside.
"I'm sure everyone has heard of Tianyun Sect's eldest brother, Bing Nandong. Heroes have always emerged from youth. Since the age of ten, he has been training alone to slay demons and monsters, and has acquired remarkable skills. He is also a man of integrity, willing to grant requests even from common people like us. He's very different from other children of aristocratic families..."
Fan Zhiyi chuckled and said, "I'm talking about you."
Bing Nandong withdrew his gaze with disdain, but then glanced at Fan Zhiyi again. Seeing that he didn't notice him, he quietly looked over.
"Also, I heard he's incredibly handsome, and he often carries a long blade weighing a hundred pounds on his back..."
Fan Zhiyi was amused when he heard this. He had mentioned that sword before, and it wasn't that exaggerated at all. So he pulled Bing Nandong's sleeve and said, "Come on, let's go in and take a look."
Bing Nandong's ears turned red from the compliment, but he pretended to be nonchalant: "It's so boring, I won't go."
Fan Zhiyi saw his excitement and asked Xiaobao, "Xiaobao, do you want to go and listen?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Look, even Xiaobao wants to go, and it's probably going to rain before we even get to the inn, so let's just go in and take shelter." Fan Zhiyi had a good reason. "I really want to know what he's going to say next."
"Let's go." Bingnan Dong agreed reluctantly.
Fan Zhiyi chuckled and successfully pulled the person in.
Because there were so many people, there were no seats left in the teahouse, so the three of them could only stand at the back.
This old man seemed to be a senior and enthusiastic fan of Bing Nandong. He praised him in many different ways. He praised him for several minutes without mentioning the serious matters of Tianyun Sect and Jiuwanli.
Someone on the second floor could no longer tolerate this and shouted, "What about the eldest young master from Jiuwanli? He's the best disciple of the new generation, dozens of times more powerful than Bingnandong!"
Hmm, there are still crazy fans of Zhuang Yujing?
Fan Zhiyi looked over and saw two people in familiar clothes standing by the fence, shouting and looking dissatisfied.
Wait, isn’t this Jiuwanli’s clothing?
The old man cleared his throat and said, "This young master from Jiuwanli is a spendthrift. I heard he puts on a grand display whenever he goes out, and he has no fewer than a hundred beautiful maids waiting on him."
Fan Zhiyi recalled it carefully, no, it was not that exaggerated at all. He looked towards the second floor and found that the brother's face had turned green and he was about to lose his temper.
"One time, Zhuang Yujing was catching ghosts, but he wasn't very good at it. Bing Nandong happened to be nearby and came to the rescue..."
"Bullshit! I don't need Bing Nandong to save my life. He should be begging me to save him!"
Isn’t this voice Zhuang Yujing?
Zhuang Yujing was so angry that he rushed out, fanned himself, and was about to jump down from the second floor. The veins on his forehead were bulging.
Several of his men stopped him and coaxed him, "Young Master, let's not bother with him. Don't get yourself hurt by getting angry!"
"Master, calm down and don't reveal your identity!"
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