Chapter 69
"Ah, can't you see?" Bing Nandong responded softly, pretending to be so cool and handsome. He didn't even look at Fan Zhiyi, but looked at the street.
Fan Zhiyi smelled something strange: "You seem strange today, is it because of tomorrow's competition?"
He saw Bing Nandong seemed to be stunned for a moment, then he said nonchalantly: "How could that be? Tomorrow is just an ordinary competition."
Considering the reactions of the Sect Leader and Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi didn't quite believe it.
Bing Nandong seemed to know what Fan Zhiyi was thinking and added, "Because disciples from other sects will be coming to compete together, the Sect Master, out of consideration for the prestige of the Tianyun Sect, is paying extra attention to this and urging me to practice harder."
Fan Zhiyi: Stare...
Bing Nandong coughed lightly and didn't bother to explain to him: "It's not a big deal anyway."
This kid, does he know that he is now feeling like he is trying to hide something.
According to Bing Nandong's personality, he could have just kept silent or accused him of meddling in other people's business. But now he was pretending like this. Did he want him to continue asking questions, or did he not want him to know?
It's really hard to guess what you're thinking.
Fan Zhiyi held his chin with his hand and stared at Bing Nandong, noticing that Bing Nandong's back seemed to straighten even more. He just stared at him as Bing Nandong stood stiffly, his knuckles firmly gripping the window frame.
Finally, Bing Nandong turned around, frowned, and said in a much louder voice, "Why are you staring at me?"
"Nothing, just staring."
"..." Bing Nandong relaxed his expression and waved at him, "Come here."
Because of the previous experience, Fan Zhiyi thought that Bing Nandong might have seen something strange and scary again, and was calling him over to see it and tease him.
"I don't want it."
“The night market scene is very beautiful.”
Seeing Bing Nandong like this, although Fan Zhiyi had doubts in his heart, he still chose to go forward. Then he couldn't help but lean out of the window with his hands. Looking down from this angle, the scenery was extremely stunning.
The second floor is not particularly high, but you can see the long lights below stretching out like a giant dragon, forming a contrast with the inky black of the distant sky, leaning upwards and flourishing with power.
The wind blew his hair up, obscuring his view. Fan Zhiyi, on the other hand, felt somewhat refreshed: "If only it were higher, it would look even more spectacular!"
"Yu Jian, you are afraid of heights again." Bing Nandong exposed him.
"Oh, I was just fantasizing. Speaking of which, doesn't this Zui Xiang Lou have third and fourth floors? We can go up there later."
Bing Nandong walked back to the table and sat down: "It's not that easy to go up there."
Based on Bing Nandong's idea and his previous experience of reading novels, Fan Zhiyi guessed that this setting might mean that only high-ranking officials could go there.
Not long after, the food was served. It smelled delicious, and Fan Zhiyi started eating without hesitation: "It's delicious. It feels like the last meal of my life."
Bing Nandong: "...come back the day after tomorrow to eat."
"Really?" Fan Zhiyi raised his eyebrows. Seeing that he was about to get angry, he immediately picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in his bowl. "I know, really, really, I was just teasing you."
Bing Nandong stared at the food in his bowl. He still remembered that Fan Zhiyi would make delicious food for Xiao Hei in order to please him, and then take the opportunity to pet the cat.
After eating, the two of them strolled around for a while, and Fan Zhiyi even bought a sugar cake with spirit stones.
They all lived in the same compound, so it was convenient for them to go together. As they were leaving, Fan Zhiyi thought about how secretive Bing Nandong had been about this competition. He probably wouldn't tell him when they would leave tomorrow, so he could only offer some blessings tonight: "I wish you all the best tomorrow and hope you win first place."
Bing Nandong looked at him for a long time, which made Fan Zhiyi feel embarrassed. He began to wonder if there was something wrong with what he said.
At this time, Bingnan Dongcai said: "Okay, go to bed early. I won't be able to read to you tomorrow, so you should review the words you learned in the past few days."
"Uh-huh."
After returning to the room, Fan Zhiyi threw himself onto the bed, breathed a long, comfortable sigh, then turned over and looked at the ceiling.
It was so quiet. He guessed that Xiao Hei must have gone to hang around Bing Nandong again, or was just strolling around.
He was too full to sleep, so Fan Zhiyi sat up and saw the osmanthus flowers on the desk.
I don’t know if it’s because of the spiritual nourishment from Tianyun Sect, but it’s still open now.
Looking at the osmanthus flowers, Fan Zhiyi suddenly missed A Yu.
I don’t know how A Yu is doing in Youshan Temple. Master Jinwu is a kind person and they should get along well. I wonder if Bing Nandong has any contact information so that he can contact A Yu occasionally.
It is easy to feel sad at night. Fan Zhiyi patted his face to get rid of the sadness and decided to learn from Bing Nandong to be a hardworking person.
He went to the bookcase and randomly pulled out a book to read. There was the original author's elegant handwriting on it, which showed that he was studying very seriously.
This book is about drawing spiritual energy into the body. It is extremely hypnotic. Fan Zhiyi felt like he was about to fall asleep after reading a few pages.
At this moment, the Qiankun bag he used before suddenly started to jump around like a pot of boiling water, which scared Fan Zhiyi so much that he hurriedly grabbed it and opened it. A token-like thing flew out impatiently.
He An had given it to him when they parted ways last time, saying it was for them to keep in touch. However, Fan Zhiyi didn't have any spiritual power, so generally speaking, it was something He An could use to contact Fan Zhiyi unilaterally.
Why did He An contact him so late at night?
"Fan Zhiyi, can you hear me?" He An's voice came from the token.
The magical thing about the world of cultivating immortals is that you will really see many fantastic objects with a fantasy color.
Fan Zhiyi moved closer: "I can hear you, can you? What do you want from me?"
"Are you in Tianyunmen now?"
"Yes."
"Is there a competition tomorrow for Bingnan Dong?"
"Yes, I have."
The other party didn't reply immediately. Fan Zhiyi seemed to hear another voice on the other end. He felt something was fishy and asked, "What's wrong?"
After a moment of silence, He An said, "We are now at the foot of Tianyunmen Mountain. Can you find a way to help us sneak into Tianyunmen?"
"Huh?" What a weird question.
We? Who else besides He An? Could it be Zhuang Yujing? What were they doing here at the foot of Tianyunmen Mountain in the middle of the night?
Fan Zhiyi still remembered that Bing Nandong had said that some disciples from other sects would also come to tomorrow's competition. Could these two be two of them? But if that was the case, why would they just come in openly? Why did they have to look for him?
He An seemed a little anxious when he couldn't get a reply: "I know this happened suddenly, and it's embarrassing and hard for you to understand us making this request, but we do have something important to do..."
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