"Stop talking nonsense. Just tell me whether you will help or not. If not, He Anhao and I will find other ways!" This kind of impatient and condescending tone is unique to Young Master Jiuwanli.
Sure enough, the person with He An was Zhuang Yujing.
Fan Zhiyi thought about it carefully. Today was his first time going down the mountain. The road was easy to recognize, but it was too long and roundabout. He had to go to where Xiaobao was first and then go down the mountain. He thought about it and realized that he had been walking for almost half a day and was exhausted. Besides, it was too weird that the two of them were looking for him in the middle of the night.
"Tell me what you want to do first."
He An sighed: "It's hard to put it into words."
"Okay." In that case, let's talk about it when we meet.
That's right, Fan Zhiyi was going to help them, not only because of the first time he saved his life, but also because He An had been so kind to him without any grudges. He had to repay this favor no matter what. "Where are you?"
"Zuixianglou."
Fan Zhiyi said, "I can't find the way. I'll go ask Bing Nandong." He wanted to ask Bing Nandong if there was a shortcut that wouldn't require taking such a long detour.
Unexpectedly, just because of his words, Zhuang Yujing across from him slammed his hands on the table. "Wait, don't go!" He seemed extremely anxious. "You absolutely can't tell Bing Nandong! Didn't you grow up with Bing Nandong in Tianyun Sect? How could you not even know the way down the mountain?"
Fan Zhiyi had nothing to explain. Explaining would be extremely troublesome and would only reveal his flaws: "Anyway, I just don't know the way."
Zhuang Yujing was irritated by Fan Zhiyi's nonchalant attitude. "Can you be more reliable? Do you know how important this matter is? It might involve the most core secrets of the cultivation world... Hmm."
The other party's words were cut short, and then He An spoke up: "Anyway, Zhiyi, if you can help me, it would be a great help. Where do you live? I have been to Tianyunmen with the young master before, and I still have some impression of the exit on the avenue."
"I live with Bing Nandong."
"What, you are living together before you get married?" It was Zhuang Yujing's startled voice again, but Fan Zhiyi chose to pretend he didn't hear it.
He An interrupted in time: "Where does Bing Nandong live?"
It would be too strange to answer "I don't know" at this time, so Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I'll try my best to come over."
"It's not about trying your best, it's about making sure you find a way to get into Tianyun Gate tonight. Otherwise, it will be even more difficult to act once daytime comes." Zhuang Yujing's tone became serious.
"What are you going to do?"
"Zhiyi, come over first. We will be waiting for you at Zui Xiang Lou."
There was silence from the other side. Fan Zhiyi sighed and sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about how he could get these two people into Tianyun Sect. However, he had to ask them what they were going to do first.
Fan Zhiyi glanced and saw the several sets of disciple uniforms of his original body. In an instant, he had an idea and put them all into the Qiankun bag. Then he turned off the lights in the room and looked outside cautiously.
Very good, the lights in Bingnan’s winter house were on and the yard was empty.
Fan Zhiyi tiptoed out of the house and carefully opened the door to the yard.
Even if the movement was light, the sound seemed to be amplified a hundred times in this quiet courtyard. Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong's room with a guilty conscience, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, he closed the door and went out.
As soon as he left, Bing Nandong came out.
He was just meditating. As a monk, one's senses are very sensitive. He heard a loud noise in Fan Zhiyi's room and the sound of a door being pushed open.
Who is it? Why is Fan Zhiyi out so late?
***
Even in Tianyunmen, Fan Zhiyi still felt a little uneasy walking alone at night, so he took out the lantern that Bing Nandong had given him.
But there is a problem now, that is, Fan Zhiyi has no spiritual power at all, and he can't light this lantern at all. There is no point in holding it, so he can only use it as a way to give himself courage.
Fan Zhiyi held a lantern in one hand, a dagger in the other, and a talisman in his palm.
Although these items look a little funny together, they still make Fan Zhiyi feel safe.
Since we are going down the mountain, we should definitely go down the mountain.
The road was lined with trees and pitch black, and there was no one around. Fan Zhiyi couldn't see the road very well, so he walked very carefully.
Suddenly, a hand rested on his shoulder.
Fan Zhiyi's face turned pale. No way, no way, this is Tianyunmen. If there are any weird things here, Bing Nandong will be so proud of his boasting that he will get a toothache tomorrow!
The hand patted Fan Zhiyi's shoulder twice. Fan Zhiyi finally couldn't help but yell and tried to run away. Then he heard a voice behind him saying, "Zhiyi, it really is you."
Fan Zhiyi forcibly controlled his legs that had already started running and turned his head. He couldn't see clearly, but the voice was so gentle and soft, it must be Lu Changfu's or someone else's.
Bing Nandong was away, and Fan Zhiyi met Lu Changfu alone. He didn't know how to get along with him, so he chose not to speak.
In the dark illusion, he couldn't see Lu Changfu's expression, and didn't know how to disguise himself so as not to be discovered and cause trouble for Bing Nandong and himself.
How about acting more aggressive?
Fan Zhiyi remained silent, but Lu Changfu spoke in a familiar voice, "I saw a figure in the distance that vaguely resembled you. I didn't expect it to be you. It's so late, why are you out alone?"
Fan Zhiyi suppressed his pounding heart and said calmly, "Didn't you also go out at this time?"
"I'm on patrol tonight." Mr. Lu's voice seemed to be filled with laughter. "Oh, it's this lantern. Nan Dong went to help a family of immortal cultivators last time, and they gave him this magical tool as a thank you."
As he spoke, Fan Zhiyi saw a little fire light up in Lu Changfu's hand. The light danced and merged into the lantern, illuminating the paper surface of the lantern and emitting a light yellow warm light.
Thus, Fan Zhiyi finally saw the road and also saw Lu Changfu's face. The smile with a distant and polite look at the same angle was cast in shadow by the light projected upwards, which made people feel a little scalp-tingling.
"I've always felt that things between you and Nan Dong have improved a lot since you came back from Xue's house." Lu Changfu suddenly spoke, his tone unclear as to what he meant. "This should be a good thing."
This should have been a good thing, but because of what his original body had done, everyone thought that his closeness to Bing Nandong must mean that he was planning something shameful.
Fan Zhiyi instantly understood what Lu Changfu meant and chuckled, "Then do you know why I did what I did?"
Mr. Lu didn't say anything, the light flickered in his eyes.
Fan Zhiyi waited for a while, but when he saw that he couldn't get any more information out of her, he decided to leave and be reborn. "In that case, there's nothing more to say. Goodbye."
"So, where is Zhiyi going so late?"
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