"I'm in a good mood this morning, so I'll briefly tell you what you want to know. Bing Nandong and I grew up together. He wasn't like this before, but as my only rival, he's fallen to this point. I have to pull him back no matter what. The hidden story is complicated, so it's useless for you to know."
"Then there's Bing Nandong, who's truly not good at relationships. Under the guidance of those hypocrites and villains from the Tianyun Sect, there's no expectation of him being faithful. His first relationship was with Cen Jun's brother, who was betrothed to him by the Tianyun Sect. Cen Jun's brother's name is Fan Zhiyi, the very same Fan Zhiyi that every sect in the world of immortal cultivation is trying to replicate. What a shameless bunch of people."
Zhuang Yujing clenched his fists when he said this, as if he was going to beat these people up if they were in front of him, so he looked at Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Thank you. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to be asked to imitate one of the candidates sent by Fan Zhiyi for marriage.
Fan Zhiyi's smile was a little awkward: "Then what's going on with Mr. Cen's master?"
Zhuang Yujing didn't mind what Fan Zhiyi had vaguely sensed. After all, the four of them were on the journey together, and they didn't avoid him when discussing these matters. "Later, for various reasons, Cen Jun's brother died. But when Fan Zhiyi's whereabouts were unknown, Bing Nandong fell in love with the Immortal Lord assigned to him by the Tianyun Sect, who was also Cen Jun's master and Bing Nandong's master."
Fan Zhiyi was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly a thought popped up in his mind. When he became Cen Jun's master, did Bing Nandong already guess that he was resurrected and guessed that he was different from them?
How did Bing Nandong recognize him?
Bai Bai said tactfully, "Host, during that time, the system was interrupted and offline, so I didn't lie to you about this. I don't know what happened between you two."
Fan Zhiyi: "Your system is unstable when it should be stable, but very stable when it shouldn't be. It's a high-tech system after all, can you be a little more professional?"
in vain:"……"
"I'm telling you all this to tell you that Bing Nandong is incredibly fickle in love. Don't dwell on him, and don't think you can change him. It makes me look like some wicked person trying to break up a couple," Zhuang Yujing concluded quickly. "If you have anything else to ask, ask now!"
Fan Zhiyi had almost pieced together all this information in the past few days, and He An had explained it in great detail last night. Now, listening to it, Fan Zhiyi didn't have much feeling, but this was Bing Nandong and his past, and he would never get tired of hearing it no matter how many times. After all, he... had nothing left except leaving these memories to Bing Nandong and these friends who were sincere to him.
"How did Fan Zhiyi... and Cen Jun's master pass away?"
Zhuang Yujing opened his mouth, then said in a deep voice, "Change the question."
"Do you believe in rebirth?" Fan Zhiyi asked tentatively, "It's like a person dies and then comes back to life in another person's body."
"This is a body possession."
"No, I just naturally changed my identity and was resurrected again." Fan Zhiyi felt that his explanation seemed not very clear.
"Oh." Zhuang Yujing sneered and looked at Fan Zhiyi as if he was mentally retarded. "If he could, why didn't Fan Zhiyi come back and beat up Bing Nandong, and then watch the disciples of Tianyun Sect who bullied him get their comeuppance? How could he bear to do that? How could he bear to do that..." Zhuang Yujing became more and more excited, the veins on his forehead bulging, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to hold back. "And that Immortal Lord, why are there so many stupid people in this world? They say they want to sacrifice for the people, but they actually do it without even considering whether it's worth it. Does he think he's so great? He's not the protagonist in a storybook. Sacrificing himself for others is just his way of being noble, right?"
Fan Zhiyi saw the redness in Zhuang Yujing's eyes. He clearly couldn't bear to see these people die, and clearly felt sorry for them, yet he still said in this tone: "How did you know them?"
Zhuang Yujing turned his head away: "I'm tired of answering now."
Just like a little kid.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but wonder what Bing Nandong was like before, and what he had experienced to become what he is now?
"Master." He An came down from upstairs, then looked at Fan Zhiyi and greeted him with a gentle smile, "Zhifan, how did you sleep last night? I hope that ghost is no longer bothering you. Last night, Master and I put talismans on the doors and windows of the entire inn, and we waited downstairs until almost dawn before going to bed."
Zhuang Yujing sat up straight when he heard this and retorted, "He An, when did you become so talkative? I just couldn't sleep."
Fan Zhiyi smiled, and finally understood why he had become friends with them in the past: "Thank you everyone."
"No need to thank us." He An said, "Let's fly on our swords to the Jiuwanli area. Bing Nandong shouldn't be chasing us, but be careful of any delays. After reaching Jiuwanli, we can test the attitudes of other sects as we discussed, and gather all the interested cultivators in the world to work together to find a solution to resolve the chaos at the Ghost Gate."
"And Bing Nandong." Zhuang Yujing took a sip of porridge. "I must teach him a lesson before bringing him back to Jiuwanli!"
Cen Jun picked up a bun, his other hand unconsciously touching the Qiankun bag at his waist, his eyes determined: "Yes, this is a disaster that all people in the world should face together, and we will never give up on Brother."
The sky was still overcast when they set out, and it felt as if a heavy rain was about to come. Fan Zhiyi rode on Cen Jun's sword, and Xiaoman rode on He An's sword.
Fan Zhiyi looked down and saw a layer of black air covering every area of the world of immortal cultivation. Except for the places where there were immortal cultivation sects, the black air was deeper in other places.
As night fell, a drop of water fell on Fan Zhiyi's head. Fan Zhiyi touched it and said, "It's going to rain."
"Something's wrong up ahead." Zhuang Yujing stopped first.
The black air in front of them condensed into a ball, extending upward from the forest below, just blocking their way.
Although they could go back and take the longer route, He An looked at Zhuang Yujing and said, "Master, it's not appropriate to keep this ghost energy."
"Why is there such a strong ghost energy here?"
Following Cen Jun's words, Fan Zhiyi also looked down. The dark forest seemed to have silently opened a bloody mouth, waiting for them to fall into its trap.
"Baibai, what's going on?"
"Host." Bai Bai zoomed in on the scene below for Fan Zhiyi to see. "There's a cemetery below, and the system has sensed the male protagonist's presence."
"Bingnandong?" Fan Zhiyi asked back. Was this ghostly energy the work of Bingnandong?
Zhuang Yujing frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "We have to get through this anyway, so we might as well get rid of this evil spirit!"
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