After leaving Youshan Temple, Fan Zhiyi held the osmanthus in his arms, feeling uninterested.
Bing Nandong looked at him and said, "Jinwu always speaks in a mysterious way, but what he says is usually quite accurate. But there is no need to worry too much. What is meant to happen will eventually happen."
"Yeah." Fan Zhiyi responded weakly. In fact, he was not in a bad mood because of Jin Wu's words, but A Yu was gone all of a sudden. Fan Zhiyi felt more or less lonely and sighed deeply.
Bing Nandong continued, "It will be fine with Ah Yu here."
"True, at least I don't have to worry about it being taken over." Fan Zhiyi half-jokingly asked, "Why is this temple called Youshan Temple?"
“Because it’s on a hill.”
"Ah?" So careless?
Bing Nandong also seemed to think it was hasty: "I asked Jin Wu at the time, and he said that's what he meant."
"How did you and Master Jinwu know each other?"
"It's natural for us to get to know each other." Bing Nandong said, "Do you want to climb the mountain? It can improve your physical fitness."
"No, aren't you in a hurry to go back to Tianyunmen?"
"It's not that urgent, actually. If you don't say that, I'll keep you company and talk a lot."
I didn’t realize that Master Jinwu is such a chatterbox.
So in the end, Fan Zhiyi was dragged down the mountain by Bing Nandong. The mountain was very high and the road was very steep. All Fan Zhiyi's sorrow and sadness were gone. When he reached the foot of the mountain, his legs were weak, and he was carried back to Tianyunmen on a sword.
Sometimes, he really wanted to ask Bing Nandong to be a human being.
It was late at night when they arrived at Tianyun Gate, and all was quiet. Bing Nandong pointed to Fan Zhiyi's room. Without saying a word, Fan Zhiyi went back, put down the osmanthus branch, and fell asleep under the covers.
It felt like he had not slept for long before Fan Zhiyi was woken up by Bing Nandong again. He looked at Bing Nandong with sleepy eyes. He was dressed neatly and had his hair tied up high. His mind was still not awake and he looked a little dazed.
Bing Nandong said, "Hurry up and get ready, and go to class with me."
"Ah?" Fan Zhiyi looked outside. It was still dark outside. He suspected that he was dazzled. He rubbed his eyes and found that it was really still dark outside!
Are you sick? What classes are you having so early in the morning?
Fan Zhiyi asked reluctantly: "Can I take a leave?"
"no."
Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to go to the closet and find his disciple's uniform to put on. His eyelids were drooping and he almost fell asleep again. He didn't even have the strength to tie his hair.
Seeing him like this, Bing Nandong took pity on him and tied his hair up again: "In the past, you would get up at the beginning of the Yin hour and go to school."
Fan Zhiyi counted on his fingers, his mind still unable to wrap its head around it: "Is it earlier than now?"
"Much earlier than now."
"Why should I go to school so early?"
Bing Nandong did not answer immediately. After a while, he said, "Because you didn't want to go the same way as me, you ran there alone."
Yes, the original body hated Bing Nandong.
It was not until he followed Bing Nandong to the academy on his sword that Fan Zhiyi realized how disgusting his original body was, which was why he had to climb over mountains from one hilltop to another every day to attend classes!
Fan Zhiyi was simply overwhelmed with admiration for the original body's perseverance. After being blasted in the face by the cold wind, he finally sobered up a little and found that there was no one in the school.
The school is divided into two parts, indoor and outdoor. According to Bing Nandong, classes are usually held outdoors unless it rains heavily.
It is surrounded by green bamboo and has bamboo curtains that can be lowered to block out the sunlight.
The Tianyun Sect's academy for each age group is located in a different place, and Bing Nandong and his group are currently here. Bing Nandong's position is in the last row of the academy, and he is responsible for counting the number of people every day.
Fan Zhiyi asked, "Is the seat next to you mine?"
"Yes." Bing Nandong took out paper, pen and ink from the small wooden cabinet under the table, "You are my study partner."
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi looked at the empty classroom and asked him, "No one has come yet, so what should we do now?"
"I wanted to bring you here early today to familiarize yourself with the place." Bing Nandong lit the lamp on the upper right corner of the table and began to grind. "Don't say too much later. I taught you how to greet on the way. As for the address, just follow my instructions."
"Bing Nandong, why are you helping me like this? Logically, I have wanted to kill you before. Don't you have any resentment or disgust for keeping such a hidden danger around you?" Fan Zhiyi felt very strange. Although he knew that Bing Nandong would not answer, he asked it anyway.
Bing Nandong didn't even raise his eyelids, his expression extremely focused under the light: "What threat do you think you can pose to me now?"
This sentence made Fan Zhiyi silent, and then Bing Nandong picked up the pen to write. Fan Zhiyi knew that he couldn't understand it, so he simply closed his eyes and lay on the table.
He has graduated for such a long time, but he never thought that one day he would still be able to experience the feeling of getting up early and going to bed late in high school. It must be hard to cultivate immortality.
"Write it down." Bing Nandong ordered.
Fan Zhiyi picked up the paper and looked at it from side to side. Bing Nandong pressed it down on the table for him and pointed to the three words at the top: "This is your name." Then he pointed to the words at the bottom: "This is my name."
Fan Zhiyi took the brush he handed over and began to imitate it, just like painting. His writing was terrible, so bad that Bing Nandong couldn't bear to watch it: "Have you never even learned how to hold a brush?"
Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to speak. Bing Nandong helped him adjust his pen grip. "I'm going to buy breakfast. You practice first."
"Wait a moment." Fan Zhiyi pulled at his clothes, "Teach me to write two more words."
"Which two?"
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