Fan Zhiyi was still trying to fight for it, but Bing Nandong suddenly approached him, asking a question with every step he took: "Do you know you have lost your memory now?"
"Yes, that's right."
"If you are alone and your situation is discovered by some sects, will they do anything?"
"have no idea."
"And with your extremely sinister horoscope, aren't you afraid that this piece of fat meat of yours will be targeted by evil spirits and eaten alive?"
Fan Zhiyi was forced to bump into the edge of the table. He opened his eyes wide in fear and used his hands to support himself on the table to prevent himself from falling. "There's no way back. Wait for me to retreat in another direction."
Bing Nandong took a step back, stared at Fan Zhiyi, and sneered, "I never knew you were the type to disregard everything just to cherish a woman."
"No, please don't misunderstand the pure friendship between Fan Zhiyi and me. It's a friendship that transcends life and death!" Ah Yu put his knowledge into practice, filled with righteous indignation. "If anything, how can you be worthy of Zhiyi between you and Zhuang Yujing?"
Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi: "..."
Fan Zhiyi seemed to be able to see Bing Nandong's anger.
Bing Nandong asked, "What do you mean?"
"that is……"
"It's nothing!" Fan Zhiyi interrupted hastily, then laughed heartily, "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."
"There is no moon tonight." With a "click", all that was left for Fan Zhiyi was the tightly closed door.
From the sound of the door closing, Fan Zhiyi could tell that Bingnan was very angry, and it seemed that getting Ayu's ashes back would be a long and arduous journey.
Ah Yu plotted loudly, instigating, "Fan Zhiyi, let's go steal my ashes back, and then leave this troubled place together!"
"Forget about being angry. What Bingnandong said is not wrong. Let's talk about everything after we get to Youshan Temple."
Ah Yu puffed out his cheeks. "Why are you so afraid of him? According to the rumors and my understanding of you, he's two-timing. If he has anything to fear, he should be afraid of you finding out."
"Xiao Yu, some things are just for listening. The three of us are innocent. Don't tell Bing Nandong about this, or he might lose control of his emotions and take you away." Fan Zhiyi didn't expect that the rumor would have such a big impact on A Yu. It seemed that she didn't understand the essence of gossip that seemed true but was not.
"I know." A Yu sighed, "I can tell from Bing Nandong's attitude. I'm just angry."
"Alright, then you can just vent your anger here. Besides, Bing Nandong's attitude towards his fellow apprentices is really good."
"You don't understand." A Yu chuckled, "Some people have little thoughts that are about to come out. If you don't believe me, just look!" A Yu pointed at the table.
Fan Zhiyi looked in the direction of her finger and found a small box on the table. It was needless to say who left it. He had been talking so much that he didn't notice how long ago Bing Nandong put it down.
When I opened it, it was filled with candies.
The next day, Fan Zhiyi was dragged out while it was still dark.
The mornings at this time of year were chilly. Fan Zhiyi left his warm bed and instantly became alert and shivered from the cold.
He An was very dissatisfied with his trembling body and his expression was particularly stern: "Fan Zhiyi, stand still. Let's start with the most basic exercises. What are your aptitude?"
"I...I..." Fan Zhiyi sniffed, "I can't practice."
"Why?"
"It's natural."
He An didn't believe it, so he sent a stream of spiritual power into Fan Zhiyi's body. When he found out that he really had no spiritual power at all, He An felt even more sympathetic.
In the world of cultivating immortals, it goes without saying what it means to have no spiritual power.
"Do you believe it now? I want to go back to sleep."
"No!" He An stared at him solemnly, his eyes were too complicated, and Fan Zhiyi didn't want to guess what He An was thinking about.
Fan Zhiyi was about to cry. Why didn't he think of hugging Bing Nandong's thighs last night and asking him to take him back? Why did he always do things that made him regret? "I've just recovered from a serious illness. Please, let me go."
"Zhiyi, your physique is too weak. Although you have no spiritual power, don't be sad. Let's focus on strengthening our body, training both our body and our mind! I want you to be the first person in the world of immortal cultivation who can defeat immortal cultivators even without practicing magic!"
My friend, your ideals are too great for me to bear.
The key point is that he was actually moved yesterday. Damn it, Fan Zhiyi shed tears of regret.
Then, Fan Zhiyi passively started the devilish training.
When the first ray of light appeared on the horizon, Fan Zhiyi was as tired as an old dog. He An said, "No, Zhiyi. If you were one of us from the Ninety-thousand-mile Range, you would be punished for running so fast for such a short distance."
That's because you don't know how fast I can run when I'm being chased by ghosts. How can I not run faster when my life is in danger? Xue Xiuniang has never caught up with me once. I'm a potential athlete, and this kind of training method won't work for me.
Of course, Fan Zhiyi no longer had the energy to say this. He wanted to work hard, but he couldn't. He wanted to give up.
Ah Yu came back from a stroll and saw this wonderful sight. He gloated: "Ah, Zhiyi, what a good mood!"
Fan Zhiyi gave A Yu a lifeless look in return.
The little girl looked at it for a while, still feeling a little distressed, and advised He An: "Why don't you take a rest for a while?"
He An shook his head: "Miss Ayu, this is for Zhiyi's own good."
In the end, in order not to delay Fan Zhiyi, A Yu decided to take a stroll to other places in Jiuwanli.
After a while, the long brightness gradually replaced the ink-like darkness, and the sky became bright.
Fan Zhiyi held a few bricks in his hands, his arms shaking violently. He gritted his teeth and had a distorted expression, but he still looked like he would fall down if the wind blew.
Because one of his hands was seriously injured, He An specially picked out a small piece for that hand, allowing him to rest if he really couldn't lift it anymore.
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi heard several women shouting at him: "Hey, isn't this the young man from last night? Sir He, what are you doing?"
He An smiled and said, "His physique is too poor, he is training."
The aunts smiled with satisfaction and left some homemade snacks for Fan Zhiyi to encourage him.
Until the sun rose, the circle of light could be vaguely seen in the blue sky. Fan Zhiyi knelt on the ground in agony, supporting himself with his hands, unable to even stand.
If he continued to practice, he would really die. It would be even more hellish than the physical examination in college.
Seeing him like this, He An thought that the intensity shouldn't be too high for the first time. Fan Zhiyi didn't know any magic and was already too weak. In addition, he had just been seriously ill, so he didn't want to hurt himself. So he waved his hand and said, "Rest for a while, let's practice some more. Then I have to go out with the young master to do some work."
Fan Zhiyi struggled and said, "I won't delay you. We can go now. I'll rest for a while and go back to my room." He said this and took three breaths.
"What are you doing?"
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