Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and decided to count sheep.
Then he dreamed again. This time he dreamed that Xue Xiuniang wanted to capture him as a substitute and keep him in the haunted house. Fan Zhiyi kept running and became a little out of breath.
He opened his eyes and found that it was Xiao Hei lying on the quilt on his chest.
No wonder he had such a dream. Fan Zhiyi stretched out his evil hands and grabbed the cat while Xiao Hei was not paying attention. He put his face close to it, and as expected, the cat resisted.
Ah Yu laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. "They say every bite makes you wiser, Zhiyi, you really fall for it every time."
"There's nothing I can do." Fan Zhiyi sighed, then lay back down and turned over, only to find Bing Nandong meditating.
He just stared at Bing Nandong. The boy's serious look was a little deceptive. He seemed completely different from the man who was so harsh in his words. Then he noticed that Bing Nandong's ears seemed to be a little red.
Fan Zhiyi thought he was seeing things, so he stared harder and harder. Finally, Bing Nandong opened his eyes and looked at him, frowning slightly: "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
Bing Nandong: "Get ready to go."
"Ouch ouch." Fan Zhiyi still couldn't correct some of his language problems. He was about to explain when Bing Nandong said, "I know."
!
Bing Nandong knew what he meant. Fan Zhiyi sat up and asked him, "What do you mean?"
"It means okay or something like that, right?" Bing Nandong asked back.
Fan Zhiyi gave him a thumbs up: "Amazing."
Ah Yu couldn't help but add, "Anyone with a little bit of common sense would know this."
Bing Nandong glanced at her, and A Yu shut her mouth awkwardly, turned around and squatted down to play with the cat, pretending that she didn't exist.
There was nothing to clean up, so Fan Zhiyi finished it quickly, but he just simply tied his hair behind his head.
Bing Nandong said: "Sit down."
"ah?"
"hair."
Fan Zhiyi touched his head and said, "What's wrong with my hair? Is it sticking up somewhere, or is there a part I didn't tie up? Tying this headband is not something an ordinary person can do."
Bing Nandong immediately untied Fan Zhiyi's hair and asked him to look at the water mirror that appeared before him. "I'll teach you once. Watch carefully and learn it before returning to Tianyunmen."
"Why?"
"Tianyun Sect requires students to wear disciple uniforms and tie their hair up on school days."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
He watched Bing Nandong move his hands this way and that way, making a circle, and then put on a hair crown, and that was it.
Looking at himself in the water mirror, it was different from just tying his hair behind his head. This time he looked much more energetic, revealing his youthful and fair face.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but sigh again: "I'm so handsome."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Ah Yu: "How shameless."
Bing Nandong withdrew the water mirror and said, "Practice twice a day, morning and evening. This hair crown is for you."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi felt that he was incredibly strong now. After all, his hair was so obedient in Bing Nandong's hands, and he didn't believe that he couldn't tame it.
This was indeed the case, and Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to bow his head.
He'd been going out with his hair like a chicken coop these past few days, and even after finally tying it up, it fell flat after a while, not as good as Bing Nandong's. But it didn't matter. He was always on the street anyway, and not many people were looking at him, so Fan Zhiyi didn't care.
Besides, Fan Zhiyi insisted on being scared every day, and he thought he had developed a courage as strong as steel... but that was not the case.
The real daily life is that Fan Zhiyi shouts every day, and then Bing Nandong grabs his collar and forces him to face his fear.
After several days of continuous rain, Bing Nandong calculated that cloudy and sunny days would follow, so they began to travel by flying sword. Fan Zhiyi trembled as he hugged Bing Nandong tightly from behind, not daring to open his eyes, his head buried like a quail.
Bing Nandong thought he was going to be strangled to death several times and almost couldn't breathe. After talking to him a few times, he felt much better.
On a breezy morning, they finally arrived at Youshan Temple. Bing Nandong took Fan Zhiyi's sword and glanced at his hair. "How come you're still like this after so many days of training?"
Fan Zhiyi touched his crooked hair crown, untied it manually, and replaced it with his own headband. After all, he had to meet someone for a negotiation today, so he had to save some face.
Ah Yu whispered beside him, "My happiness depends on you. I really don't want to spend the rest of my life in this dilapidated temple."
Fan Zhiyi had already planned several ways to persuade you, and his eyes were firm: "Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to help you escape from this suffering."
Bing Nandong ignored the man and ghost muttering behind him and stepped forward and said, "I'm looking for Master Jinwu. Please let the young master pass on the message."
"Amitabha, the abbot has instructed that all guests arriving today should be welcomed with open doors. No need to announce anything. Please come in, donor."
Fan Zhiyi took a few steps and saw that Ayu was still standing there, looking nervous and scared. He turned back and asked, "Bing Nandong, is there no way for Xiaoyu to get in?"
Bing Nandong formed a spell in his hand and hit A Yu: "I set up a barrier for her, okay."
"Let's go." Fan Zhiyi waved to her.
Ah Yu shook his head: "I regret it. Can I not go?"
"Xiaoyu, believe me. I promised to find you a good place. I'll keep my word," Fan Zhiyi promised. "Besides, even if you want to run away, do you think Bing Nandong will let you go?"
A Yu: “…” He followed into the temple dejectedly.
This temple is actually very similar to the one Fan Zhiyi visited when he was alive, with red walls and black tiles, and smoke rising into the sky carrying the long-cherished wishes of different people.
I don’t know when the clouds and fog dispersed, and the shadows of the trees swayed slightly under the sunlight.
Fan Zhiyi and the others arrived at a meditation room. From a distance, they could see a monk already waiting there. He had a compassionate smile on his face. "When the magpie announced the good news early this morning, I suddenly remembered that it's been a while since I last saw you."
"I have something important to ask you for help."
"No hurry." The monk's gaze shifted to Fan Zhiyi. His amber pupils were gentle and firm, as if they could see through people at a glance.
The monk smiled and said, "This donor is quite interesting."
Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. The truth was revealed. Could there be such a supernatural person in this book?
Bing Nandong blocked the monk's probing gaze and said, "I'm in a hurry."
The monk brushed him aside and said, "No hurry." Then he came to Fan Zhiyi and said, "Amitabha, this humble monk is here."
Fan Zhiyi could only laugh along, clasping his hands together and bowing: "My name is Fan Zhiyi."
"Fan Zhiyi." Jin Wu smiled and silently repeated Fan Zhiyi's name. "The world is unpredictable and always presents problems. Only by knowing the easy can we find the solution."
Fan Zhiyi listened in a daze: "Huh?"
Bing Nandong said, "He doesn't understand. If you want to explain, explain it clearly and don't keep using these mysterious things."
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