I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi hadn't gotten used to changing his language habits yet, and Bing Nandong needed a little adjustment to understand his general meaning before replying, "It won't be that fast."

"why?"

"Why do you have so many questions? If you say you don't know, then you don't know. Anyway, during this time, I will help you get familiar with the cultivation world."

"Can you help me make my money grow?"

"Don't even think about me taking you gambling. I never set foot in such places!"

"Making money doesn't necessarily mean gambling. You can also do business. Do you know how?"

Bing Nandong's face turned red, but he was too proud to admit that he didn't know, so he didn't answer.

Fan Zhiyi considerately changed the subject: "What kind of family is the Fan family? Can't I go back?"

"It's best not to. That's not a good place. You have several cousins ​​and brothers, and you're not favored by the authorities. Plus, with your constitution, you've always been neglected and prejudiced."

In fact, it was even worse. Bing Nandong first met Fan Zhiyi not when Fan Zhiyi was brought to Tianyun Sect, but when he went on a mission with his elders and happened to be with the Fan family. He saw them using Fan Zhiyi as bait to lure the target mission out. He couldn't stand it and stepped in to help, but Fan Zhiyi did not express his gratitude to him and instead went back with the Fan family.

Bing Nandong knew he could only save the other party once. Later, he wanted the elders of Tianyun Sect to help him. Then, Fan Zhiyi was chosen to become his Daoist partner and join Tianyun Sect.

But since he had already forgotten, Bing Nandong didn't want to tell Fan Zhiyi.

After walking for a day, the two found an open space to start a fire. Fortunately, Bing Nandong had brought a tinderbox with him, so all they needed to do was find some dry wood.

Because of a back injury, Fan Zhiyi was slow at picking up the wood, while Xiao Bao, on the other hand, was carrying pile after pile of wood around with great effort.

After gathering the wood, Fan Zhiyi stood panting, leaning against a tree trunk. He watched as Bing Nandong blew on a tinderbox, and the warm firelight instantly dispelled the darkness and cold in the forest.

After Bing Nandong finished, he took out his sword and began to carefully wipe it again.

Fan Zhiyi shared the food that Jiu Wanli had given him today with Bing Nandong, but Bing Nandong still refused to eat a single bite. So Fan Zhiyi didn't force him and shared the food with Xiaobao.

"You cherish this sword very much. You cleaned it once this morning, and you're cleaning it again now."

Bing Nandong didn't even glance at Fan Zhiyi: "Because someone touched it, it's not clean anymore."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He felt that this person was dissing him.

Damn it, if it weren't for me, this sword would have been left in the haunted house long ago!

As if knowing what Fan Zhiyi was thinking, Bing Nandong put the cleaned sword back into its sheath, looked up at him with his arms crossed, and said, "If it weren't for someone who wouldn't let go, I wouldn't have fainted. If I hadn't fainted, my sword wouldn't have ended up in that state."

nonsense!

Fan Zhiyi retorted, "That's because I was so eager to save you. My back was ruined because I was trying to pull you up!"

“I clearly stated that I had other options.”

"How do I know if you made this up to save my life?" But now it seems that's not the case.

Bing Nandong opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing more, took out his dry rations and started eating.

Fan Zhiyi slowly sat down and continued muttering, "Besides, I wiped it clean for you under the light last night before putting it back, so there's no trace of my fingerprints on it."

The three of them were silent for a while. Xiao Bao looked up at Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong and blinked.

Finally, Bing Nandong coughed lightly and asked awkwardly, "Would you like some water?"

"Drink up." Fan Zhiyi wasn't usually one to fuss over things. He took out the water bottle that Bing Nandong had left him from last time, filled it up, and then handed it to Xiao Bao to drink first.

"By the way, you need to apply medicine to the wound on your back. Come here and I'll help you apply it." As Fan Zhiyi spoke, he took out several porcelain bottles from his pocket and placed them on the ground. Some were given to him by Bing Nandong, and others were given to him by the doctor.

I don't know why they all like to use porcelain bottles. They're not only hard to carry, but they're also easy to break. It took Fan Zhiyi a lot of effort to carry them steadily while walking.

The firelight illuminated Fan Zhiyi's features, making him appear gentle and charming. His appearance was already delicate, but this made him even more likable, causing Bing Nandong to take a few more glances. He had never seen this person in front of him like this before.

When Fan Zhiyi looked up, he saw Bing Nandong's deep gaze fixed on him.

No, brother, what are you thinking about now? I don't have any memories of the original body. I don't know anything.

Fan Zhiyi shook the medicine bottle ingratiatingly and tentatively asked, "Shall I help you?"

Bing Nandong turned his head away, coldly refusing: "No."

"But the doctor said to apply the medicine properly, so I didn't apply it this afternoon because I was in a hurry to get back to work."

"doctor?"

"Doctor, doctor." Fan Zhiyi chuckled, then tried to stand up. Bing Nandong took a step back defensively, glaring at him, "What are you doing?"

Fan Zhiyi felt like the kind of bully who would harass a young, innocent girl. No, why should he be afraid of someone whose fighting power was many times greater than his own?

Since the other party was unwilling, Fan Zhiyi did not force it. He knew that Bing Nandong disliked him, and although they had talked things out, he estimated that the other party's impression of him was even worse.

So Fan Zhiyi handed over the medicine bottle: "Are you sure you want to apply the medicine yourself? You can't handle the injury on your back by yourself, can you?"

“My injuries have healed, so I don’t need it. Besides, you won’t have any problems using that medicine that covers nine thousand miles.”

There's a problem. If there was a problem, it would have happened last night. You two sects are really strange. You say you don't get along, but you haven't done anything to me, the unconscious wounded. You say you get along, but you don't hold back when you insult each other.

Is this what they call a love-hate relationship?

Forget it.

Fan Zhiyi began to unbuckle his belt in front of Bing Nandong. Upon seeing this, Bing Nandong's eyes widened: "What are you doing?"

"Then could you help me apply the medicine? I can't reach behind me." Fan Zhiyi was a good kid, and he didn't have the skills of a teenager. He needed to apply the medicine properly so that his injury could heal faster.

Fan Zhiyi walked all day and didn't dare to bend over or anything, for fear that his embarrassing wound would reopen. It was tormenting him; even the slightest movement of his back caused him pain.

Bing Nandong pursed his lips, looking extremely unwilling, but finally said, "Turn around."

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi immediately knelt down with his back to Bing Nandong, pulling his clothes up to his armpits.

To avoid touching his wound, he had worn his clothes and pants loosely today. Now that he had taken off his clothes, the shocking wound around his waist was clearly visible.