I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong picked up the book that Fan Zhiyi had shaken off and looked at it. Fan Zhiyi had marked it with strange handwriting.

Bing Nandong said, "Read these pages to me."

Fan Zhiyi sat back down, knowing that Bing Nandong was checking his homework, and began to read it aloud word by word.

The young man's voice was clear and crisp, and Fan Zhiyi was easygoing and very relaxed in front of Bing Nandong, which added a touch of tenderness and affection to his voice.

The book was full of instructions on how to cultivate, but it was all very complicated and difficult to understand. Fan Zhiyi just read it once and barely managed to recognize the characters, thus getting by.

He gets sleepy whenever he sees a book, but he still asked Bing Nandong unwillingly, "Is there really no way for me to cultivate? I can't even learn the simplest, most basic spells?"

Despite the other person's eager gaze, Bing Nandong still chose to tell the truth: "Yes."

Fan Zhiyi was instantly defeated, but since it was something he had expected, he could accept it calmly: "By the way, tomorrow is the tenth day. How are your preparations for the competition going?"

"good."

"Not bad," Fan Zhiyi thought that Bing Nandong's "not bad" meant "very good," especially since he came back early today.

Fan Zhiyi touched the book and felt that Bing Nandong was not speaking and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. He looked up and found that Bing Nandong was staring at him. When their eyes met, Bing Nandong looked away and looked away as if he was doing something wrong.

Fan Zhiyi: "...That's good. Where will you be competing tomorrow?"

Bing Nandong didn't answer, but changed the subject instead: "Would you like to go out for a walk?"

“?!” Fan Zhiyi looked up at him again.

This time, Bing Nandong didn't avoid eye contact. Instead, he rubbed the cat in his arms and asked again, "Are you going?"

"Can we go see Xiaobao?"

He seemed to see Bing Nandong smile slightly, then squat down and put the cat down: "Okay."

Fan Zhiyi was happy to go. They went for a walk, with Bing Nandong saying it would help improve Fan Zhiyi's physique.

Along the way, Fan Zhiyi began to worry again, worried that Xiao Bao would be bullied or mistreated by his fellow disciples because of him, and could only silently shed tears by himself.

Although he had discussed this issue with Bing Nandong before, Bing Nandong told him not to worry about it. He had personally asked Tianyun Sect to accept Xiaobao, and Tianyun Sect was a warm and friendly sect that took great care of its junior disciples, creating a very good cultivation atmosphere.

Based on his own experience, Fan Zhiyi didn't quite believe it, but it might be because of his special circumstances. After all, he wasn't a true member of the Tianyun Sect, and he had even persecuted the senior brother who was admired and loved by everyone in the Tianyun Sect.

Seeing Fan Zhiyi's anxiety, Bing Nandong said, "Didn't you tell me about ghosts when the sunlight was good?"

Fan Zhiyi thought about it and it seemed to be true.

It's boring to just walk around like this now. Although he was still a little scared by the ghost story a few days ago, he's addicted to ghost stories and he can't possibly quit so easily!

Besides, this is Tianyun Sect, so no ghost would be stupid enough to walk right into their trap.

With this in mind, Fan Zhiyi could listen to Bing Nandong tell ghost stories with complete peace of mind.

"A family's daughter had been unconscious for several days without any apparent reason, becoming emaciated and surrounded by ghostly energy. When her parents were questioned, they learned that she had been vomiting and feeling dizzy and listless after returning from a trip to the market. Finally, after searching her room, they found a blood-stained paper figure with her birth date and time written on it in the cuff of her robe. Upon investigation, they discovered that this woman had no connection whatsoever with the person whose birth date and time belonged to."

Fan Zhiyi listened intently, feeling as if he had heard similar stories in modern society: "Could it be about finding a ghost marriage?"

Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi with some surprise and nodded: "The blood and the birth date belong to the deceased man. This action means that he will come back to take the bride away on the seventh day after his death."

"That's utterly despicable!" Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth in anger. "And then what?"

"Some members of the man's family cultivate immortality and know the intricacies of it. Considering the man's young age, they sought out a wicked cultivator to do this. In the end, Changsheng and I used magic to conceal the woman's aura, and on the seventh day after the man's death, we waited outside the house and followed the clues to eliminate the wicked cultivator, breaking the spell and turning danger into safety," Bing Nandong said, not without a hint of pride.

Hearing that it was a good ending, Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "I also know one. Some people who don't live long will put money in a red envelope and leave it by the roadside, or just throw it on the road. If you pick it up, it means you've agreed that the other party has bought your lifespan. Another saying is that some people who die young are afraid that their elders will be lonely, so they will put a lock of the deceased's hair with some money in a red envelope and leave it by the roadside. The elders will hide and observe. If they are satisfied with you, they will tacitly allow you to pick up the red envelope, which is equivalent to agreeing to a ghost marriage. If it's not suitable, they will stop you from touching the red envelope and drive you away."

Bing Nandong looked at him. When Fan Zhiyi talked about these things, he was very animated, gesturing wildly. Bing Nandong smiled without even realizing it.

They walked from the height of the sun until sunset. Fan Zhiyi hadn't been this tired in many days, especially since they were talking as they walked. He was exhausted. Bing Nandong didn't urge him or rush him. She just walked alongside him and listened. Occasionally, she would stop and wait if they walked too fast.

Fan Zhiyi initially just wanted to share with Bing Nandong, but later he started trying to scare Bing Nandong, exhausting his knowledge and reciting every urban legend he could think of, both domestic and international.

However, Bing Nandong remained unfazed; in fact, he seemed quite curious about some of the legends he had never heard of before. Fan Zhiyi was truly at a loss now; he was getting tired of talking and his mouth was dry.

Fan Zhiyi waved his hand: "Tianyun Sect is so big, can we really get to Xiaobao's place before dark?"

“We’ve arrived,” Bing Nandong said.

Fan Zhiyi went to take a look and saw a group of little potatoes practicing horse stance. He looked around and then quickly spotted Xiao Bao.

Xiao Bao was dressed in a well-fitting disciple's robe, which was tied securely, making him quite outstanding among the disciples.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel very gratified: "Our Xiaobao is really amazing, isn't he?"

“…” Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi in silence, then spoke up, “Yes.”

Fan Zhiyi felt a strong sense of pride and then stood at a distance with Bing Nandong to watch them.

Fan Zhiyi looked around and saw a stone bench, so he sat down without hesitation, massaged his legs, and finally felt a little more comfortable.

How much longer will they need to train?

"almost."

Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "I won't go over there later, so as not to have a bad influence on Xiaobao." He just wanted to see if the child was doing well and to put his mind at ease.