When Bing Nandong came back, it had already started to rain. Fan Zhiyi was humbly battling wits and courage with the cat to touch it. A Yu was simply too embarrassed to watch this scene.
Finally, Xiao Hei jumped and ran nimbly to Bing Nandong's feet, rubbing against his legs.
In response, Fan Zhiyi shed tears of envy and jealousy.
Bing Nandong walked over and handed him a steaming oil paper bag. When Fan Zhiyi opened it, he saw several round buns inside!
"Eat sparingly, because you won't have food until you get to the next town."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi finished wrapping the buns. Actually, he had just finished eating the osmanthus cake from last night and was now ridiculously full. "They all left. Did you stay here just to wait for me?"
"We won't go back to Tianyunmen for now, let's go to Youshan Temple first."
Youshan Temple, let's deal with Ayu's ashes first. Fan Zhiyi looked at Ayu, no wonder Ayu was so depressed all morning.
"Shall we go on flying swords? But it's raining now." Fan Zhiyi looked at the raindrops outside. Although they were not heavy, it was annoying to travel in the rain.
Bing Nandong said, "I bought a carriage, let's go."
Fan Zhiyi was very excited to ride in a carriage, as this was his first experience. Before getting on the carriage, Bing Nandong returned A Yu's urn to Fan Zhiyi, who put it in his Qiankun bag.
Half an hour later, Fan Zhiyi felt that the food he had eaten the night before was about to be shaken out. Bing Nandong was driving so wildly that Fan Zhiyi could no longer sit still in the chair.
He hit his head no less than five times, and finally fell to the floor of the carriage and crawled towards the door: "Bing Nandong, take a break, I'm going to die."
The car stopped and Fan Zhiyi was lying dead on the ground.
Bing Nandong turned around and looked at him: "I've already slowed down and added cushions to the carriage, why are you still reacting like this?"
"I have just recovered from a serious illness. I am a patient."
"I used to travel long distances in a horse-drawn carriage, so I got used to it. But to be honest, this road is indeed a bit too bumpy, but the main reason is that his driving skills are not good enough!" A Yu pointed at Bing Nandong and complained.
"Then come?" Bing Nandong replied to A Yu bluntly.
Fan Zhiyi raised his hand: "I'll do it!" and immediately got up and sat next to Bing Nandong.
It is said that drivers don’t get carsick, but I wonder if this also applies to horse-drawn carriages.
Fan Zhiyi was eager to try, and started his journey under Bing Nandong's guidance. At the beginning, things were not going smoothly, and the carriage swayed from side to side and almost fell into the river. Fortunately, Bing Nandong reined in the horse in time. However, Fan Zhiyi drove quite well on the flat road later.
The rain was neither too heavy nor too light, drifting in. Fan Zhiyi sat outside for a while. A large area of his clothes was wet, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at Bing Nandong and saw that his expression did not change.
In the distance, there are many green mountains, and the mist and rain outline an ink-like outline.
Fan Zhiyi asked, "How far is Youshan Temple?"
"It will arrive in about half a month."
"So long?" He has to stay in the carriage for such a long time?
Bing Nandong said, "Maybe it won't take more than half a month. Once the weather clears up, we can fly straight there. In short, we need to resolve this matter as soon as possible."
"If I fly the sword, will Ah Yu be able to keep up? Will her soul be blown away by the wind and drift away to who knows where?"
"Idiot, I can't feel the wind." A Yu floated beside Fan Zhiyi, floating in the air with his arms folded, staring at him.
The three of them were silent for a while. Fan Zhiyi rested his chin on his hand and looked into the distance. He pushed the hair that was blocking his view behind his ears, and then suddenly said, "Ayu, do you want to go back to your hometown?"
Ah Yu was silent for a moment, then smiled his usual carefree smile and shook his head. "My hometown is too far away for me. I don't even know if it still exists. Besides, if the most important people aren't there, then my hometown has no meaning."
Yes, Ayu has been dead for a long time. Fan Zhiyi began to regret asking such a stupid question, which made others sad for no reason.
Ah Yu opened up, "Let me think. I moved into that house with my family when I was about ten years old. I had always been in good health and had never had any serious illnesses since I was a child. But after moving to that house, my health deteriorated. I was ordered not to do this or that. Even with careful care, I eventually died. After that, the people in my family passed away one after another. Eventually, they moved away from this sad place. I don't know where they went."
Only A Yu's ashes were left, trapping her in the haunted house forever.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know why A Yu's ashes were buried there, but there was no need to ask, as everything was over.
When A Yu talked about this, he looked normal and didn't seem too sad. But how could he not be sad? He was there alone, witnessing the deaths of countless people and his own abandonment. How lonely and scared he must have been.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know how to comfort her, nor did he know whether he should comfort her. Instead, Ah Yu waved his hand and said, "Oh, what's with that expression? It was just a matter of time, so I just said it. It's no big deal. It's been so long, I've forgotten many details. Besides, I'm doing fine now. I'm lucky I met you guys."
"You should really feel lucky to have met someone like him who believes in nonsense." Bing Nandong continued, "After all, no one in their right mind would believe such nonsense."
Fan Zhiyi and A Yu: "..."
Fan Zhiyi argued, "But at that time, it was Ayu who helped me first."
"What if she's helping you just because she doesn't want to share with other ghosts and wants to keep you, such a precious commodity, all to herself?"
Fan Zhiyi retorted: "I don't think I'm that popular."
"Those ghosts would love to eat you up bite by bite, and it would be best if not a single drop of blood was wasted."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." No, aren't they feeling sad? Why did they suddenly jump to the topic of horror?
Talking this all the way, they finally reached the nearest town before dark. By then, Fan Zhiyi was sore all over from the journey.
The long journey was truly tedious, and as soon as he saw the bed, he couldn't wait to pounce on it. Naturally, his treacherous little black cat went to Bing Nandong again, and Fan Zhiyi didn't understand why the little black cat liked Bing Nandong so much.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi's jealous look, Ah Yu laughed at him, "You can't envy me. This is a talent."
Fan Zhiyi snorted and turned his head, but the next second he felt something shaking in front of his eyes. He opened his eyes and looked directly into Xiao Hei's amber-green eyes. He immediately reached out to catch it and sat up.
Bing Nandong let go of Xiao Hei and let him fall into Fan Zhiyi's arms. He looked at Fan Zhiyi, who was grinning like a fool, and asked him, "What do you want to eat? I'll ask the waiter to bring it up."
"I want to eat meat! And give the little fish a candle."
"It doesn't matter if she doesn't eat."
A Yu protested against this.
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