The sect's indifference and the indifference of this group of people made Bing Nandong feel a little strange. But as soon as he stepped down, everything returned to normal.
The fellow apprentices who cared about him, the fellow apprentices who were anxious for him to treat their wounds, the fellow apprentices who congratulated him, everything was as normal as if it were two completely separate worlds from the audience that Bing Nandong occasionally saw on the stage.
Everything was strange, something Bing Nandong had never noticed before. If it weren't for Fan Zhiyi, he probably wouldn't have bothered to look at the audience.
After the competition, when he explained the matter of Xue's house to the headmaster and started to deal with it, he was called away alone by the headmaster, handed over the evidence, and was scolded by the headmaster for what he did wrong during the competition.
The headmaster said: "The world of cultivating immortals is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Being too kind will only bring trouble upon yourself." The headmaster was not very satisfied that he did not kill those candidates.
Bing Nandong disagreed and argued with him, but was subsequently hurt by the pressure from the Sect Leader.
After two days of continuous, day and night competition, he was already seriously injured and had no strength to resist, so he vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Upon seeing this, the Sect Master expressed concern and reprimanded him for not going to the clinic before coming to the Sect Master's Hall. He then told him to get treatment quickly and not to damage his foundation.
Fortunately, Master Lu was waiting for him outside the main hall and helped him forward, otherwise Bing Nandong would have fallen into a coma on the way and missed the best time for treatment.
Afterwards, Mr. Lu had to go on night patrol, so he said goodbye to Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong bandaged himself and came back on his own.
The next morning, Fan Zhiyi woke up naturally. He looked at the place next to his pillow and found that Xiao Hei, who had sneaked back last night, was gone again. Without thinking, Fan Zhiyi knew that he had gone to find Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi got up and was confused for a while, then he scratched his head and prepared to get out of bed.
As if they knew he was up, someone knocked on Fan Zhiyi's window at just the right time.
He was only wearing his inner garment. He picked up the coat that was hanging on the bed, put it on his shoulders and opened the window.
Bing Nandong was originally looking at Xiao Hei who was entertaining himself in the yard. When he heard the sound of the window opening, he turned his eyes and looked at him.
The breeze ruffled their hair. Bing Nandong held a handful of osmanthus flowers in his arms and handed them to Fan Zhiyi. He even prepared a bottle with a suitable amount of water. "I saw it this morning. It's blooming beautifully."
Such a complete set of equipment? Fan Zhiyi took it with an empty mind and put it together with the one Xiaoyu gave him.
The sweet fragrance of osmanthus instantly filled the entire room. It was a bit strong when you smelled it up close, so Fan Zhiyi stood aside and yawned.
"Did you go out this morning?"
"Well, the master wants to see me."
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi guessed that it might be about the incident at Xue's house. He hoped that he had asked Bing Nandong to come over this morning because there was some progress.
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi and said, "Pack up quickly and go out." Then he closed the window for Fan Zhiyi.
Although he slept until he woke up naturally, Fan Zhiyi actually woke up quite early because of his biological clock.
At this hour, the disciples of Tianyun Sect were either in class or practicing, and some were gaining experience at the foot of the mountain, so there were not many people along the way.
In addition, the clinic was located in a quiet bamboo forest, and the people from other sects were temporarily taken into custody. The medical practitioners from the clinic went directly to treat the injuries of the contestants, so there were not many people in the clinic.
Bing Nandong was welcomed into the cubicle to change his dressings, and asked Fan Zhiyi to wait for him outside.
Fan Zhiyi sat on the wooden chair by the window, staring blankly at the lush bamboo forest outside. Then he looked at the medical book on the table, flipped through it out of boredom, and when he found that he couldn't understand it, he chose to continue staring blankly.
Just when Fan Zhiyi was about to die of boredom, Bing Nandong finally stood beside him and followed his gaze: "What are you looking at?"
The sudden sound startled Fan Zhiyi a little. He found that he was always easily frightened after coming to this world.
"Isn't it getting colder? I was thinking this bamboo is growing quite well."
Bing Nandong smiled, and once again expressed his unconcealed pride in his own sect: "The Tianyun Sect has a strong spiritual energy. Not only the bamboo, but other things are also well nurtured."
"Yes, yes, yes." Fan Zhiyi is now familiar with how to deal with Bing Nandong's words.
He stood up and saw that Bing Nandong's lips seemed even paler, so white that not a trace of blood could be seen. His complexion was also very bad. He did not look like the usual arrogant and high-spirited senior brother of Tianyun Sect. He seemed particularly weak.
So Fan Zhiyi asked, "How do you describe your injury?"
"It's recovering well. It's nothing. I'm almost fully recovered."
Even in the world of immortal cultivation, even if the physiques of immortal cultivators are a hundred times better than those of ordinary people, how could they possibly recover so quickly? "Big Brother, even if you're talking nonsense, at least give it some credibility."
But Bing Nandong insisted on pretending to be fine and said nonchalantly, "Let's go to Zui Xiang Lou."
"Well, I don't want to go anymore." Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's go to the cafeteria here to eat, and then go back to rest. I feel a little sleepy."
Fan Zhiyi yawned and pretended to be serious: "Come to think of it, I haven't eaten in the Tianyunmen cafeteria yet."
"real?"
"Well, let's save the meal for now and have it together when there's something festive going on. It'll be a double blessing, adding to the joy." Fan Zhiyi nodded. Seeing that Bing Nandong was still reluctant, he asked, "How about I cook for you when we get back to the courtyard?"
"Okay." Bing Nandong finally gave in.
They were about to return the same way when the medical practitioner suddenly spoke up again, "Big Brother, don't forget what I told you. You need to change the dressing tomorrow. Eat a light diet, and don't practice Qigong or swordsmanship until your injuries are better."
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, who said, "It's just a normal reminder."
"Follow the doctor's orders." Fan Zhiyi decided to make some porridge and stir-fry some side dishes for Bing Nandong later.
Then he remembered that Bing Nandong had gone to practice sword this morning, so he must have a good talk with him and emphasize to him the importance of combining work and rest. He should recuperate for a few days so that he can perform better in the future.
But as they were walking and talking on the road, Fan Zhiyi suddenly stopped when he met Bing Nandong's gaze.
The competition is over. Shouldn't he take this opportunity to reveal the fact that he is not his original self? If he keeps dragging it out like this, Fan Zhiyi is afraid that there will be a big mess later.
But he didn't dare. When he thought of the cold sword that was placed on his neck in the Ghost Inn when Bing Nandong suspected that he was possessing someone else's body, and the hateful look in Bing Nandong's eyes, he felt as if his heart was being strangled and he could hardly breathe.
Moreover, without Bing Nandong's protection, he would not be able to survive in this world.
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