"I ordered someone to send him directly back to Tianyun Sect. He has good aptitude. Since he has no relatives anymore, he might as well cultivate in Tianyun Sect."
Fan Zhiyi was a little unhappy when he heard this. He hadn't even visited Tianyunmen before. "Is it reliable?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Fan Zhiyi knew that he had said the wrong thing. Bing Nandong was extremely protective of his sect. He would not think that he was slandering their sect and turn against him, right?
Sure enough, seeing Bing Nandong's face darken, Fan Zhiyi immediately said, "What I mean is, Xiaobao was so attached to me before, is it safe for him to practice alone now? As the saying goes, parents always worry about their children."
"Are you his parents?"
"Do you understand the metaphor?"
"I don't understand. After all, you can go see him when you return to Tianyunmen. He wants to see you before he leaves. Besides, I've explained everything I need to say, including what can and cannot be said. Xiaobao is very smart and he knows it."
Fan Zhiyi understood that Bing Nandong was referring to his amnesia and other things. He had not thought of this at first, and did not expect Bing Nandong to be so thoughtful.
By the way, Fan Zhiyi asked, "Are you here to seek treatment from Zhuang Yujing?"
Upon hearing this, A Yu, who was hiding behind Fan Zhiyi and pretending to be invisible, suddenly couldn't help laughing. Bing Nandong looked at her and she covered her mouth.
Bing Nandong replied, "I have nothing to do, so I just take a walk."
That's complete nonsense. You can walk for 90,000 miles and still find your way to my room so accurately.
Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand the setting of how cultivators got injured in this world, and Bing Nandong was too proud to tell him, so it would be faster to ask Zhuang Yujing directly.
Thinking of this, his mind suddenly opened up. Fan Zhiyi sat down, opened the oil paper bag, stuffed a cake into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Want to eat?"
"No." It was a very cold and disgusted tone.
"Oh." It's a great pity that there is no one to share the delicious food with.
Ah Yu floated over and sniffed, then sighed silently: "I can't smell it."
Bing Nandong quietly lowered his eyes again and glanced at Fan Zhiyi who was eating happily. He couldn't help but ask, "Who gave you this?"
"He An."
"He An?"
"Yes." When mentioning He An, Fan Zhiyi thought of the inexplicable training tomorrow morning. "Bingnan Dong, what time is the Yin hour?"
Bing Nandong stared at him: "Yinshi is Yinshi."
"No, it's just like what time it is..." Fan Zhiyi found that he couldn't explain it clearly and didn't know how to express it, so he decided to count on his fingers.
Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, what time is the Zi hour?
"Five o'clock." Bing Nandong finally answered.
Fan Zhiyi stared at him and asked devoutly, "How long is the fifth watch?"
Bing Nandong was annoyed by the question: "Five o'clock is five o'clock."
Annoyed by the situation, Fan Zhiyi turned around and asked Ayu, "How long is the fifth watch?"
Ah Yu also frowned and began to think: "Yes, well...how should I put it."
"According to the current time, there are still about three or four hours left. It's not even dawn yet. What are you going to do?" Bing Nandong slowed down his tone and tried to sound gentler.
Fan Zhiyi shook his head: "Nothing."
For some reason, he felt that Bing Nandong didn't seem very happy to hear him say that.
Bing Nandong then asked him, "What did you do today?"
"I didn't do anything, just ate and took a walk. After you left, Zhuang Yujing asked me about my blood, but of course I didn't tell him the truth." Fan Zhiyi automatically ignored those questions that had no nutritional value. "Then I chatted with the aunties in the evening, and then I met He An, and then I met you when I came back."
Fan Zhiyi chewed and chewed, Bing Nandong stared at his constantly opening and closing mouth, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Is it really that delicious?"
Fan Zhiyi nodded. You're not going to eat it, you tsundere, so he tried to coax her: "Really not going to try it?"
"Heh." Bing Nandong replied, turning his head away disdainfully. "Tianyunmen also has similar snacks. I guarantee they're much more delicious than this."
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi would not participate in their open or secret struggles. As long as it tasted good, he liked it.
Bing Nandong was obviously dissatisfied with Fan Zhiyi's attitude and turned to leave.
Fan Zhiyi looked at him: "Are you leaving now?"
"What else? I see you're having a great time."
Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand what Bing Nandong meant. Seeing Ayu, he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, um, Ayu's ashes..."
"Have you decided where to bury it?"
Fan Zhiyi looked at A Yu, who shook his head and then stretched out his index finger and waved it: "But I have already decided what kind of place I want to bury it in."
Fan Zhiyi said, "Tell me about it."
"First of all, it has to be a picturesque place with clear water and beautiful scenery, with birds singing and flowers blooming. Then, it has to be a place with good feng shui, which can bless me to be rich and live a long life in my next life. It would be best if I could find a good partner and have a good marriage. It would be even better if I have a kind neighbor who can chat with me before I reincarnate." Ah Yu became more and more happy as he thought about it, "What else..."
Bing Nandong directly shattered her fantasy: "There is no such place. For a soul like you who has disrupted the order of reincarnation because of the Xue residence and has forgotten even the path to reincarnation, for the sake of our acquaintance, I will take you to find a master to help you incarnate."
"Ah?" Ah Yu's face suddenly turned grim. "I don't want it! Fan Zhiyi, tell him I don't want it. Take my ashes back!"
Why should I ask him to say it? It’s useless even if he says it.
Facing Ah Yu's expectant gaze, Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear to reject a little girl: "Bing Nandong..."
Bing Nandong glared at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi: "..." He didn't dare, "The master is referring to..."
"Master Jinwu."
“?” He didn’t know, he had traveled through time and space, and he had lost his memory!!!
Bing Nandong guessed that Fan Zhiyi didn't understand either, so he explained to him, "It's the abbot of Youshan Temple."
Well, thank you for your explanation. He has no idea anymore. Fan Zhiyi thought so.
Ah Yu understood what was going on and became even more unwilling. She covered her ears and shook her head like a rattle, "Ahhh, I don't want to go. I want my own Feng Shui treasured land. I don't want to sit in that temple and listen to monks chanting day after day, year after year! How boring! Fan Zhiyi, you promised me a good place to bury my ashes!"
Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment and asked, "Is there any room for negotiation?"
Bing Nandong glanced at him and said, "Speak."
"Does Xiaoyu have to stay in the temple the whole time? In other words, can we take her to the temple first, then ask Master Jinwu for help, and finally bury Xiaoyu where she likes?"
"You think we're all busy, don't you?"
"No, no, I know this is good for Xiaoyu, but this little girl has suffered enough. At least let her be happy before she is reincarnated. We can ask Master Jinwu for his opinion first. If possible, I will stay and help. After sending Xiaoyu away, I will go back to Tianyunmen myself."
Bing Nandong asked a fatal question: "Can you find the way back to Tianyunmen?"
"I have a mouth, I can ask."
"Oh."
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