Fortunately, the road was only a little crowded on that section, otherwise Fan Zhiyi really felt like he was going to become a sandwich.
After successfully walking out of that road, Bing Nandong let go of him. It seemed that he was just holding on to him because he was afraid of getting separated.
In order to alleviate his guilt, Fan Zhiyi tried not to think about other things.
He turned around and saw that the street was still crowded with people. He asked curiously, "Is it a festival today? Why are there so many people here?"
There are vendors on both sides, and lights are hung in front of the stalls, it is very lively.
Bing Nandong replied: "This street is always like this at this time every day."
Yes, it should be dinner time now.
Fan Zhiyi remembered the food court he visited when he was in college. It was always like this at this time of year, and he couldn't help but feel nostalgic: "Let's go shopping after dinner."
"Okay, it shouldn't be so crowded later."
Fan Zhiyi was quite excited about the upcoming trip; even his sore feet seemed to have eased. "By the way, there's no curfew in the world of immortal cultivation, right?"
"There's no such thing in the Tianyun Sect's sanctuary." Bing Nandong said, revealing his unique sect filter, "But I don't know about the area beyond Jiuwanli."
Fan Zhiyi was already accustomed to the open and covert struggles between the two sects, so he just listened to it once: "You really like Tianyun Sect."
"After all, this is where I grew up. Although the Sect Leader is strict in matters of the heart, as someone in this position, I have to consider more and some choices are forced upon me. Changsheng, Wu Bai, and Qin Shuan are good friends, and the other disciples grew up together, so we have a deep bond." Bing Nandong smiled whenever he talked about the sect, his eyes filled with tenderness. "So, as the eldest brother, I naturally wish them all the best."
In this regard, Fan Zhiyi can still empathize with others.
He is an orphan and often helps take care of younger children in the orphanage because of his age, but they will soon be adopted.
He hoped that they would be well, and that he could be adopted and live a good life, but unfortunately it never happened.
But in Tianyun Sect, except for Bing Nandong, the others generally gave him a bad impression.
Therefore, Fan Zhiyi chose to remain silent in response to Bing Nandong's words. Bing Nandong naturally thought of this as well, so he restrained his emotions and lowered his eyes.
The two chatted about some other unimportant things, with Fan Zhiyi doing most of the talking, talking about Xiao Hei, and about how he made mistakes in the steps of a pastry he made because he couldn't read the words, and they chatted about all sorts of things.
Fan Zhiyi felt that he really liked to talk in front of Bing Nandong, and Bing Nandong would just quietly listen, occasionally replying to him or asking him questions, which greatly satisfied Fan Zhiyi's desire to express himself.
These past few days, Fan Zhiyi was bored in the yard, without a cell phone or novels, so he spent most of his time playing by himself, or harassing Xiao Hei and talking to him. As a result, the later it got, the happier Fan Zhiyi would be when Bing Nandong came back.
Finally, they arrived at Zui Xiang Lou. The first floor was packed. Bing Nandong asked the waiter for a private room. He was about to say it was sold out, but when he saw it was Bing Nandong, he immediately greeted him with a smile: "Wait a moment, Immortal. I'll go ask the shopkeeper."
He said to wait a moment, but within a few seconds, the waiter came with the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper personally received Bing Nandong and took him to the third floor, but Bing Nandong refused and only asked for an ordinary private room on the second floor. For this, they waited downstairs for a long time.
Many guests on the first floor took the opportunity to look over here to catch a glimpse of the senior brother of Tianyun Sect. Some even came directly to Bingnandong to ask for his autograph and gave him many gifts, which Bingnandong politely declined one by one.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the shopkeeper said that there was a seat on the second floor, Bing Nandong hurriedly pulled Fan Zhiyi up, then he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed.
The private room on the second floor was much quieter than the one on the first floor. There were some people standing in the aisle, some of them holding wine jugs and chatting with the people around them. Fan Zhiyi listened as they passed by. It seemed that what they were talking about was about cultivating immortals, and some even talked about the Xue family.
But there was one person who was talking about the Ghost Gate.
When passing by this person, Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong, who was looking straight ahead, turn his head and glance at the other person slightly.
The person who spoke was a young man of about the same age, wearing purple clothes, with narrow eyes and a smile on his lips. His hair was only slightly tied up with a silver chain at the back of his head, and the rest was loose.
It was rare for Fan Zhiyi to see such allure and charm in a man.
There were a few people standing next to him, probably bodyguards, guarding him and not responding to him, as if the boy was just a drunkard talking nonsense. When Bing Nandong passed by, he deliberately raised his voice and turned to lean on the railing.
The young man also noticed Bing Nandong's gaze, and immediately squinted his eyes and smiled, put his index finger to his mouth as a gesture of silence, and then really didn't say another word.
Bing Nandong did not stop and withdrew his gaze.
Fan Zhiyi didn't ask either. He knew that this might be something he shouldn't know. Bing Nandong always kept things secret.
Forget it, just let him be his little salted fish.
The waiter opened the door of the private room and welcomed them in.
As soon as he entered the door, Bing Nandong asked Fan Zhiyi what he wanted to eat and gave Fan Zhiyi full authority to order.
In the spirit of economy and nutrition, Fan Zhiyi ordered two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and a soup, and then sat there obediently waiting for the food.
Bing Nandong went to open the window to let in some air. Seeing Fan Zhiyi so happy, he asked him, "Are you in a good mood today?"
"Yes, yes, I met Xiaobao, and we even went to a restaurant." Fan Zhiyi remembered where Zui Xiang Lou was. The last time it was mentioned was by Wu Bai, who said that this was the best restaurant near Tianyunmen and that it had delicious food. It was certainly worth looking forward to.
"I'll give this to you first, so you don't forget it later." Bing Nandong took out a Qiankun bag and threw it to Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi took it, opened it suspiciously, reached in and rummaged around, then suddenly widened his eyes, staring at Bing Nandong in disbelief, and pulled out a handful of spirit stones: "How many are in there?"
"Two-thirds of last month's salary." Bing Nandong said, "Didn't I say I'd give you some of my monthly salary?"
These are more than just some!
"I remember that the monthly salary of Tianyun Sect disciples is quite low."
"You can usually take on missions to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, and they all come with a reward. And because the incident at the Xue residence was special, the Tianyun Sect made an exception and issued a bounty, and even reimbursed the cost of medicine and other things."
My goodness, Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong as if he was looking at a cash cow. Bing Nandong was so capable, so wouldn’t they become rich if they took a few big orders every month?
Perhaps Fan Zhiyi's gaze was too intense, Bing Nandong couldn't stand it any longer: "Don't look at me like that, it's creepy."
Fan Zhiyi rummaged through his Qiankun bag and felt like he was about to die of happiness.
Then he took out three of the same talismans that Bing Nandong had given him before: "Are these for me too?"
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