I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

“I ordered someone to send him directly back to Tianyun Sect. He has good aptitude, and since he has no relatives left, he might as well cultivate at Tianyun Sect.”

Fan Zhiyi was somewhat displeased upon hearing this, as he hadn't even visited Tianyun Sect to investigate: "Is it reliable?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fan Zhiyi knew he had said the wrong thing. Bing Nandong was extremely protective of his sect. Would he think that he was slandering their sect and then turn against him?

Sure enough, seeing Bing Nandong's face darken, Fan Zhiyi immediately said, "What I mean is, Xiaobao used to be so clingy to me, is it reliable for him to go and cultivate alone now? As the saying goes, parents will always worry about their children."

"Are you his parents?"

Do you understand metaphors?

“I don’t understand. I can go see him when I go back to Tianyun Sect. He wanted to see you one last time before he left. Also, I’ve told you what I need to tell you. Xiao Bao is smart. He knows what he can and cannot say.”

Fan Zhiyi understood that Bing Nandong was referring to his amnesia and other matters. He himself had not thought of this, but he did not expect Bing Nandong to be so thoughtful.

"By the way," Fan Zhiyi asked, "you've come to see Zhuang Yujing for treatment, right?"

Upon hearing this, A Yu, who was hiding behind Fan Zhiyi pretending to be invisible, suddenly couldn't help but laugh. Bing Nandong glanced at her, and she covered her mouth.

Bing Nandong replied, "I just wanted to take a walk since I had nothing else to do."

That's pure nonsense. You could wander off to a place 90,000 miles away and still find your way to my room so precisely.

Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand the concept of cultivators getting injured in this world, and Bing Nandong was too proud to tell him, so it would be faster to just ask Zhuang Yujing directly.

Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi's mind suddenly cleared. He sat down, opened the oil paper bag, stuffed a pastry into his mouth, and asked indistinctly, "Want some?"

"No." It was a very cold and disdainful tone.

"Sigh." It's a great pity that there's no one to share delicious food with.

Ayu floated over, sniffed, and then sighed silently, "I can't smell it."

Bing Nandong glanced down at Fan Zhiyi, who was happily eating, and couldn't help but ask, "Who gave you this?"

"He An".

"He An?"

"Yeah." Mentioning He An reminded Fan Zhiyi of the inexplicable training the next morning. "Bing Nan Dong, what time is Yin Shi (3-5 AM)?"

Bing Nandong stared at him: "Yin Shi is Yin Shi."

"No, it's just that, for example, which hour..." Fan Zhiyi realized he couldn't explain it clearly and didn't know how to express it, so he decided to count on his fingers.

Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, what time is Zi hour again?

"The fifth watch," Bing Nandong finally answered.

Fan Zhiyi stared at him and asked earnestly, "How long is the fifth watch?"

Bing Nandong got annoyed by the questioning: "The fifth watch is the fifth watch."

Fan Zhiyi, who had been scolded, turned to A Yu and asked, "How long is the fifth watch?"

Ayu frowned and began to think: "Yes, um... how should I put it?"

"Judging from the current time, there are probably still three or four hours left. It's not even dawn yet. What do you want to do?" Bing Nandong softened his tone, trying to appear more gentle.

Fan Zhiyi shook his head: "It's nothing."

For some reason, he sensed that Bing Nandong didn't seem very happy to hear him say that.

Bing Nan Dong then asked him, "What did you do today?"

“I didn’t do anything, just ate and took a walk. After you left, Zhuang Yujing asked me about my blood, but of course I didn’t tell him the truth.” Fan Zhiyi automatically ignored those questions that had no nutritional value. “Then I chatted with the aunties in the evening, and then I ran into He An, and then I ran into you when I came back.”

Fan Zhiyi chewed and chewed, and Bing Nandong stared at his constantly opening and closing mouth, finally unable to help but ask, "Is it that delicious?"

Fan Zhiyi nodded. "You won't eat it even if I give it to you? You're such a tsundere!" So he tried to coax her: "Really, won't you try?"

"Heh." Bing Nandong turned his head away disdainfully in response, "Tianyun Sect also has similar snacks, which I guarantee are much tastier than this."

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi didn't get involved in their power struggles; as long as it tasted good, he liked it.

Bing Nandong was clearly dissatisfied with Fan Zhiyi's attitude and turned to leave.

Fan Zhiyi looked at him: "You're leaving already?"

"Otherwise what? I see you're having a great time here."

Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand Bing Nandong's meaning. Seeing A Yu, he suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, about A Yu's ashes..."

Have you decided where to bury me?

Fan Zhiyi looked at A Yu, who shook her head and then wagged her index finger: "But I've already decided what kind of place I want to bury her."

Fan Zhiyi said, "Tell me about it."

"First, it has to be a beautiful place with clear waters, lush mountains, and fragrant flowers. Then, it has to be a place with auspicious feng shui, so that I can be wealthy and live a long life in my next life, and preferably find a good husband and have a happy marriage. It would be even better if I had a kind neighbor who could chat with me before I reincarnate." A-Yu became happier and happier as she thought about it. "What else is there...?"

Bing Nandong shattered her illusions: "There's no such place. For a lonely soul like you, whose reincarnation order was disrupted because of the Xue family, and who has even forgotten the path to reincarnation, I'll take you to a master to perform a ritual to help you pass on, out of consideration for our past acquaintance."

"Ah?" A-Yu's face immediately fell. "I don't want it! Fan Zhiyi, tell him I don't want it and to get my ashes back!"

Why should he say it? It's pointless for him to say it.

Under A Yu's expectant gaze, Fan Zhiyi finally couldn't bear to refuse a young girl: "Bing Nan Dong..."

Bing Nandong glared at Fan Zhiyi, who was speechless. He dared not ask, "That master refers to..."

"Master Jinwu".

"?" He didn't know. He was from another time, and he had amnesia!

Bing Nandong assumed that Fan Zhiyi wouldn't understand either, so he explained to him, "It is the abbot of Youshan Temple."

"Hmm, thank you for your explanation. He has no idea either," Fan Zhiyi thought to himself.

Upon hearing this, A-Yu understood and became even more unwilling. She covered her ears and shook her head like a rattle drum: "Ahhh, I don't want to go! I want my auspicious burial place! I don't want to listen to monks chanting sutras day after day, year after year in that temple! How boring! Fan Zhiyi, you promised to find me a good place to bury my ashes!"

Fan Zhiyi pondered for a moment and asked, "Is there any room for negotiation?"

Bing Nandong glanced at him and said, "Speak."

"Does Xiaoyu have to stay in the temple the whole time? I mean, could we take her to the temple first, then ask Master Jinwu for help, and finally bury Xiaoyu in a place she likes?"

"You think we're all very free, don't you?"

"No, no, I know this is good for Xiaoyu, but this little girl has already suffered enough. At least let her be happy before she is reincarnated. We can ask Master Jinwu for his opinion first. If possible, I will stay and help, and then return to Tianyun Sect after sending Xiaoyu away."

Bing Nandong asked a crucial question: "Can you find the way back to Tianyun Sect?"

“I have a mouth, I can ask.”

"Ah."