Bing Nandong picked up the book that Fan Zhiyi had shaken off and took a look at it. It was marked with strange fonts by Fan Zhiyi.
Bing Nandong said, "Read these pages to me."
Fan Zhiyi sat back down, knowing that Bing Nandong was checking his homework, and began to read it word by word.
The young man's voice was clear, and Fan Zhiyi was easygoing, and he was very relaxed facing Bing Nandong, so his voice had a bit more gentleness and lingering meaning.
The book was just about how to practice, and it was full of twists and turns. Fan Zhiyi couldn't understand it, so he just read it once, barely recognized the words, and got by.
He felt sleepy whenever he saw a book, but he still asked Bing Nandong, "Is there really no way I can practice? I can't even learn the simplest, most basic spells?"
Facing the other party's eager gaze, Bing Nandong chose to tell the truth: "Yes."
Fan Zhiyi was instantly frustrated, but it was something he had expected, so he could accept it calmly: "By the way, tomorrow is the tenth day. How are your preparations for the competition going?"
"good."
It’s okay. Fan Zhiyi felt that the “okay” that Bing Nandong mentioned should mean very good, after all, he came back early today.
Fan Zhiyi touched the book and felt that Bing Nandong was silent and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. He looked up and found that Bing Nandong was staring at him. When their eyes met, he deliberately looked away with a guilty conscience.
Fan Zhiyi: "...That's good. Where will you compete tomorrow?"
Bing Nandong didn't answer, but changed the subject: "Want to go out for a walk?"
"?!" Fan Zhiyi looked up at him again.
This time, Bing Nandong didn't avoid looking away. Instead, he rubbed the cat in his arms and asked again, "Are you going?"
"Can I go see Xiaobao?"
He seemed to see Bing Nandong smiled gently, squatted down and released the cat: "Okay."
Then Fan Zhiyi was happy to go. They went there for a walk, and Bingnan Dong said that it could help Fan Zhiyi exercise his physique.
Along the way, Fan Zhiyi began to worry again, worried that Xiaobao would be bullied because of him or be bullied by his fellow disciples, and he could only shed tears silently by himself.
Although he had discussed this issue with Bing Nandong before, Bing Nandong told him not to worry about it. It was he who personally asked Tianyun Sect to accept Xiaobao, and Tianyun Sect was a warm and friendly sect that took good care of its fellow disciples and had a good atmosphere for cultivation.
Fan Zhiyi, considering his own situation, didn't quite believe it, but it might also be because of his special situation. After all, he wasn't a true member of the Tianyun Sect, not to mention that he had persecuted the eldest senior brother who was admired and loved by everyone in the Tianyun Sect.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi's anxiety, Bing Nandong said, "Didn't you ask me to tell you about ghosts when the daylight is bright?"
Fan Zhiyi thought about it and it seemed to be true.
It's boring to just walk like this now. Although he was still scared by the ghost story a few days ago, he was addicted to ghost stories. How could he quit so easily!
Besides, this is in Tianyunmen, no ghost should be stupid enough to come and fall into the trap.
Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi could listen to Bing Nandong telling ghost stories with peace of mind.
"A daughter of a family had been in a coma for several days for no apparent reason. She was emaciated and haunted by ghosts. Her parents learned that she had been vomiting, dizzy, and listless since returning from a trip. Finally, they searched her room and found a blood-soaked paper figurine on the cuff of her robe, with her birth date and eight characters written on it. After searching, they discovered that this woman had no connection with the person whose birth date the figurine belonged to."
Fan Zhiyi was fascinated by the story, and felt that he had heard it before in modern society: "Could it be a ghost marriage?"
Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi with some surprise, then nodded, "The blood and the eight characters belong to the deceased man. This means he will return on the seventh day to take the bride away."
"How wicked!" Fan Zhiyi gnashed his teeth in hatred. "What happened next?"
"There is someone in the man's family who practices Taoism and knows the tricks. Thinking that the man was too young to die, they went to find an evil cultivator to do this. In the end, Changsheng and I cast a spell to hide the woman's breath. On the first seven days after the man's death, we waited outside the house and followed the clues to eliminate the evil cultivator. We broke the spell and averted danger." Bing Nandong said this with some pride.
Hearing it was a happy ending, Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, I also know one thing. Some people with short lifespans will put money in red envelopes and leave them on the roadside, or just throw it on the street. If you pick it up, it means you have tacitly agreed to let the other party buy the corresponding amount of your life. There's also a saying that some people died too young, and the elders are afraid that they will be lonely, so they will put a lock of the deceased's hair and some money in a red envelope and leave it on the roadside. The elders will hide and observe. If they are satisfied with you, they will tacitly allow you to pick up the red envelope, which is equivalent to agreeing to a ghost marriage. If it's not suitable, they will stop you from touching the red envelope and drive you away."
Bing Nandong looked at him. When Fan Zhiyi talked about these things, his eyebrows were beaming and his hands were gesticulating. Bing Nandong smiled without realizing it.
They walked from the height of the sun to the sunset. Fan Zhiyi hadn't been so tired in many days, not to mention he was still talking while walking. He was extremely tired. Bing Nandong didn't rush him or rush him. He just walked side by side with him and listened. Occasionally, if he walked too fast, he would stop and wait.
Fan Zhiyi originally just wanted to share it with Bing Nandong, but later on, he began to try every possible way to scare Bing Nandong, exhausting his knowledge and telling him every urban legend he could think of both domestically and overseas.
Bing Nandong's expression remained unchanged, though. Instead, he felt a certain curiosity about some of the legends he had never heard of. Fan Zhiyi was truly at his wit's end; he was tired of talking, his mouth dry.
Fan Zhiyi waved his hand: "How can Tianyunmen be so big? Can we really reach Xiaobao before dark?"
"We're here." Bing Nandong said.
Fan Zhiyi went to take a look and saw a group of little potatoes doing horse stance. He looked around and quickly found Xiaobao.
Xiaobao was wearing a disciple's uniform that fitted him well and was tied securely, making him stand out among all the disciples.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel very pleased: "Our little treasure is really amazing, right?"
"..." Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi in silence, then spoke, "Yes."
Fan Zhiyi felt a strong sense of pride in his heart, and then he and Bing Nandong stood in the distance and watched them.
Fan Zhiyi looked around and saw a stone bench, so he sat on it without hesitation, rubbed his legs, and finally felt a little more comfortable.
"How long will they continue to practice?"
“Almost.”
Fan Zhiyi thought about it and suddenly said, "I won't go over later, so as not to bring a bad influence to Xiaobao." He just wanted to see if the child was doing well and resolve a knot in his heart.
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