I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The farce ended, and both sides returned to their respective inns.

Fan Zhiyi compared the two places and thought, "Good heavens, the two places are right across from each other, and they can see each other coming and going. I'm afraid there won't be any peace for the next few days."

However, he was more concerned about his own affairs than this. Watching Bing Nandong, who was surrounded by people in the center, walk away, Fan Zhiyi resigned himself to his fate and followed behind at a distance.

He no longer has the original owner's memories, so dealing with these three people will probably be quite troublesome.

Moreover, judging from what they said, it was very likely that these were the ones who abandoned him, while Bing Nandong was the one who turned back to save him.

Just as Fan Zhiyi was thinking, he heard someone call out to him: "Fan Zhiyi, what are you standing there for? Come over here."

Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw Bing Nandong standing on the last step, turning around to look at him. His tone wasn't particularly friendly, but it was just his usual style.

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi responded and walked up, just in time to hear the seemingly easy-going He Bingnan say, "Because it's quite dangerous, we sent our junior sister back to the sect first."

"Will she listen?"

"I had to persuade her for a long time. She had been insisting on going to the Xue residence to find you. You know, my junior sister is very attached to you."

Bing Nandong rarely smiled: "Has Junior Sister returned safely to Tianyun Sect yet?"

"Yes, don't worry, my junior sister is very clever."

"How long will it take for the elders to arrive?"

"I estimate it will be another two or three days. How is the situation at the Xue residence?"

……

Fan Zhiyi listened to their conversation absentmindedly, pondering what he should do next and what would happen if these people found out he had lost his memory.

These people probably won't easily believe his excuses. Bing Nandong is a good example; this kid is still very wary of him.

Oh, original body, why did you kill Bing Nandong?

The specific reasons, such as the original owner's personality, might be gleaned from these people's words, but Fan Zhiyi felt that doing so now might be meaningless. After all, he couldn't possibly imitate the original owner for the rest of his life; he didn't have the brains or the energy for that.

Moreover, from those few words, he could tell that of the three people, apart from the one who seemed a little easier to talk to but whose attitude was ambiguous, the other two must have hated him to the extreme.

There was already someone in the Tianyun Sect who caused the original owner's death. Fan Zhiyi felt that for the sake of his own life, he still had to find out who that person was, so as not to be killed off without anyone knowing.

Just as Fan Zhiyi was sighing, the people in front of him sat down. The chubby one started calling the waiter to order, reciting a string of dishes as if chanting a spell. Then he excitedly explained to Bing Nandong, "Senior Brother, please make do for a few days. When we return to Tianyun Sect, I will treat you to the best food at Zuixiang Restaurant!"

When Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong arrived in the city today, the sun was shining brightly, a rare sight in recent days. The sky was clear and cloudless, and it was a little too warm.

So, the clothes I got from Jiuwanli were a bit too hot to wear while traveling.

It's just past lunchtime, and there aren't many people on the first floor of the inn.

To be honest, Fan Zhiyi hasn't had a proper meal since he transmigrated here, so he doesn't know what the food in this world tastes like.

However, it was clear that the four people did not intend to take him along.

Fan Zhiyi didn't bother to offend them. He sat down at another table, listlessly resting his chin on his hand, listening to the people praising and showing concern for Bing Nandong, while simultaneously belittling him.

He couldn't help but think that Bing Nandong was quite popular.

Xiao Bao stared at Fan Zhiyi with his big eyes, then imitated him, resting his chin on his hand and sighing, which amused Fan Zhiyi.

"Xiao Bao, you can't sigh like your brother."

"why?"

Fan Zhiyi shook his index finger with an air of seriousness: "Because sighing is bad for your health. According to the saying in our area, every sigh you take away a day of your life."

Xiao Bao nodded, it was unclear whether he understood or not.

"What would you two like to order?" The waiter greeted Fan Zhiyi as he sat down.

Fan Zhiyi paused for a moment, then replied, "Is there a menu?" He didn't have any money, so he just wanted to see what the dishes looked like, and it would be even better if there were pictures.

"Yes, please look over there, sir."

Following the waiter's gesture, Fan Zhiyi looked over and saw a dozen wooden plaques hanging high on the wall behind the counter, each with some text written on it.

Fan Zhiyi vowed he would stare at those wooden signs until they had holes in them, but he really didn't recognize the characters! What language was this?

Although I was internally screaming, I still had to put on a show on the surface.

Fan Zhiyi rubbed his chin, looking as if he was struggling to decide what to order.

Seeing his expression, the waiter recommended, "Eight Treasures Duck is our signature dish. Would you like to try it, sir?"

"But I don't really like duck meat." Yeah, right, meat! He hadn't eaten meat for four or five days straight.

"This Shaoxing wine-infused drunken chicken is also very popular here."

Oh? They also have Shaoxing wine-infused drunken chicken.

Fan Zhiyi ordered this dish from a university restaurant before, and it was pretty good.

No, the point is, isn't this supposed to be a world of cultivation? Why didn't the author come up with some weird, fancy-sounding dish names instead of just copying everyday life?

It's okay, art comes from life, that's fine.

However, that doesn't stop him from being penniless now.

Fan Zhiyi could only shake his head again, heartbroken: "I don't like eating chicken either."

"How about stir-fried pork? This is pork," the waiter recommended.

"I don't eat pork either."

Waiter: "...What dietary restrictions do you have, sir?"

"Fan Zhiyi." Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw Bing Nandong walking over and grabbing him by the collar. "Come with me."

"What, what's wrong?" Fan Zhiyi was forced to stand up and looked at Xiao Bao. Xiao Bao understood and ran after him.

"nothing."

Therefore, Fan Zhiyi could only smile apologetically at the waiter and say, "I'm sorry, something came up, I'll come back later."

On the surface, Fan Zhiyi said this, but in his heart, he gave Bing Nandong a hundred thumbs up. This was simply saving him from dire straits.

Bing Nandong stood in front of the counter and said, "I'll get a room." He then put down a few spirit stones. Fan Zhiyi saw the shopkeeper's eyes visibly light up and he happily gave Bing Nandong a room number.

Once inside the room, Bing Nandong closed the door and cut to the chase: "Do you still remember those three?"

Fan Zhiyi knew which three Bing Nandong was referring to: "No."

"The tall, thin one is called Qin Shuan, the gentle one is named Lu Changfu, and the rest is Wu Bai. They are disciples of the Tianyun Sect, just like you. However, they are different..."

"Wait, speak slower."

Bing Nandong glared at Fan Zhiyi with dissatisfaction. Fan Zhiyi said sincerely, "I remember a little slowly, please bear with me."