I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

After leaving Youshan Temple, Fan Zhiyi held the osmanthus flowers, but had no interest in anything.

Bing Nandong looked at him and said, "Jin Wu always speaks in a mysterious way, but he is usually quite accurate. However, there is no need to worry too much. What is meant to happen will happen."

"Hmm." Fan Zhiyi responded weakly. Actually, he wasn't in a bad mood because of Jin Wu's words, but because A Yu was suddenly gone, Fan Zhiyi felt a little lonely and let out a long sigh.

Bing Nandong continued, "Ayu will be fine here."

“That’s true, at least we don’t have to worry about it being taken over anymore,” Fan Zhiyi said half-jokingly. “Why is this temple called Youshan Temple?”

"Because it's on a mountain."

"Huh?" Is it really that hasty?

Bing Nandong also seemed to think it was hasty: "I asked Jin Wu at the time, and he said that's what he meant."

How did you meet Master Imago?

“We got to know each other naturally,” Bing Nandong said. “Want to go hiking? It can improve your physical fitness.”

"No, don't you want to go back to Tianyun Sect?"

"Actually, it's not that urgent. If you hadn't said that, I would have kept you talking to you for a long time."

Who would have thought that Master Imago is such a chatterbox?

So in the end, Fan Zhiyi was dragged down the mountain by Bing Nandong. The mountain was very high and the road was very steep. Fan Zhiyi's sorrow and parting feelings were all scattered. When he reached the foot of the mountain, his legs were weak. He was then carried back to Tianyun Sect by flying on his sword all night.

Sometimes, he really wanted to beg Bing Nandong to act like a decent human being.

It was late at night when they arrived at Tianyun Gate, and all was quiet. Bing Nandong pointed to Fan Zhiyi's room, and Fan Zhiyi went back without saying a word, put down the osmanthus branch, and went to sleep under the covers.

Fan Zhiyi felt like he hadn't slept for long when Bing Nandong woke him up again. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Bing Nandong, who was dressed neatly and had his hair tied up high. His mind was still not fully awake, and he looked a little dazed.

Bing Nandong said, "Hurry up and get ready, come with me to class."

"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi looked outside. It was still dark. He wondered if he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes and realized that it really was still dark!

Are you out of your mind? What class is this early in the morning?

Fan Zhiyi asked reluctantly, "Can I ask for leave?"

"No."

Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to find a disciple's robe in the wardrobe and put it on. His eyelids were drooping, and he was about to fall asleep again. He didn't even have the strength to tie his hair up.

Seeing him like this, Bing Nandong took pity on him and tied his clothes up again: "In the past, you would get up at the beginning of Yin time and set off for school."

Fan Zhiyi counted on his fingers, but his mind just couldn't wrap his head around it: "Earlier than now?"

"Much earlier than now."

Why should I go to school so early?

Bing Nandong did not answer immediately, but said after a while: "Because you didn't want to travel with me, so you ran off on your own."

Yes, the original owner of this body disliked Bing Nandong.

It wasn't until Fan Zhiyi followed Bing Nandong to the school on his sword that he realized just how ridiculously annoying the original owner of this body was, which is why she had to climb over mountains every day to get to school!

Fan Zhiyi was utterly impressed by the original owner's perseverance. After being hit in the face with a blast of cold wind, he finally regained some of his senses and was surprised to find that there was no one in the school at all.

The school is divided into indoor and outdoor sections. According to Bing Nandong, classes are usually held outdoors, unless it is raining heavily.

It is surrounded by green bamboo, and there are bamboo curtains that can be lowered to block the sunlight.

The locations of the academies for different age groups at Tianyun Sect vary, and Bing Nandong and his classmates are currently in this location. Bing Nandong's seat is in the last row of the academy, and he is responsible for taking attendance every day.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "Is that my seat next to you?"

"Hmm." Bing Nandong took out paper, pen, and ink from a small wooden cabinet under the table. "You are my study companion."

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi didn't seem to care. Looking at the empty classroom, he asked, "Nobody's here, so what do we do now?"

"I wanted to bring you here early today to familiarize you with the place." Bing Nandong turned on the lamp in the upper right corner of the table and began grinding ink. "Don't talk too much for a while. I've already taught you how to bow on the way here. As for how to address someone, just follow my lead."

"Bing Nandong, why are you helping me like this? Logically speaking, I had already wanted to kill you before. Don't you have any resentment or disgust? Why do you feel comfortable keeping such a hidden danger by your side?" Fan Zhiyi really felt strange. Although he knew Bing Nandong wouldn't answer, he still asked.

Bing Nandong didn't even lift his eyelids, his expression under the light exceptionally focused: "What threat do you think you can pose to me right now?"

One sentence left Fan Zhiyi speechless. Then Bing Nandong picked up his pen and wrote something. Knowing he couldn't understand it, Fan Zhiyi simply closed his eyes and lay down on the table.

He graduated so long ago, but he never expected to experience the feeling of getting up early and working late in high school again. Cultivating immortality is tough too.

"Write it down exactly as instructed," Bing Nandong told him.

Fan Zhiyi picked up the paper and examined it from all angles. Bing Nandong placed it on the table for him, pointing to the three characters at the top: "This is your name." Then he pointed to the characters below, "This is my name."

Fan Zhiyi took the brush from him and started imitating it, just like drawing. His writing was terrible, so terrible that Bing Nandong couldn't bear to look at it: "Didn't you even learn how to hold a brush?"

Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to speak, and Bing Nandong helped him adjust his pen-holding posture; "I'll go buy breakfast, you practice first."

"Wait a minute." Fan Zhiyi tugged at his sleeve. "Teach me to write two more characters."

"Which two?"

"Help me." Fan Zhiyi read each word out with utmost seriousness.

Bing Nandong: "...Why?"

Fan Zhiyi reasoned, "Just in case. If I encounter any danger in the future and need to write these two words for help, it's better to be prepared."

"You can call me."

"Ok?"

"If you encounter danger, you can call me."

“I’m not some kind of summoner that can summon you anytime, anywhere. Besides, once the engagement is dissolved, we’ll have to go our separate ways. Maybe if we see each other on the street in the future, we’ll pretend we don’t know each other.” Fan Zhiyi thought that, given Bing Nandong’s personality, he might actually do such a thing, just to get rid of this dark history of being married to him.

Without a word, Bing Nan Dong wrote down the two characters and then threw down the pen. Fan Zhi Yi picked up the paper and found that the two characters were written with such force that they almost pierced through the paper.

He said something wrong again, why are you angry again?

The truth is, Fan Zhiyi wrote very hard. Although he couldn't understand it, he practiced and eventually wrote quite well, and he remembered how to draw it to some extent.

After accepting Bing Nandong's treat, people started arriving at the school. They all pretended not to see Fan Zhiyi smiling and greeting Bing Nandong, but after taking their seats, they started whispering in groups of three or five, glancing at them from time to time.

Fan Zhiyi knew they were talking about him.

He propped his head up and looked out at the scenery. The bamboo was beautiful, but he felt a little uneasy.

Looking at Bing Nandong again, the boy's light green hair ribbon fell neatly behind him. This time, he was not carrying the long sword on his back. Wearing the disciple's robe, the boy appeared rather thin.