After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Things finally came to an end.Next, the originally disrupted evil spirits conference will gradually get back on track.

Suo Hun Yu and Qian Zhao, who locked Wang Yan's soul, were sent back to Zeshan without stopping that day.

Their final destination will be decided by several suzerain heads, but Song Bihui has already written back today, so the result is almost consistent with his decision.

And a person who claimed to be Master Gray Sack brought back his apprentice's bones yesterday, but unfortunately Qian Yang had no one to help him collect the body, so the matter of supersalting was left to Zhong Huaixu.

Jiang Yufeng looked at the back of Song Bihui who was going downstairs all the way, but he didn't know whether he should continue to follow.

The end of the gas-eater case indicated that their brief relationship with each other should of course come to an end.

"Jiang Chuan." Qiao Xuan suddenly jumped up from his back, deliberately pulled him down, and whispered with a smile, "I just asked the local people, and they said that there is a market not far from here, especially at night. It's lively, let's go out to relax tonight? Have a drink?"

"No." Jiang Yufeng said lightly, "You can just go and play."

It's too strange for him to be an old man playing with a group of children, and speaking of it, he and Qiao He's two brothers have completely opposite personalities. Qiao He prefers bustling and bustling. If he was there, he would definitely go to see this night market watch.

But the Jiangyu wind is different, he just wants to stay in the house alone.

"You're too indifferent, you're not from a girl's family, and Nan Xing isn't like that either." Qiao Xuan muttered boredly, "You're just like those gentlemen in Zeshan, you don't like to talk to people. I'm good. It's easy to get rid of those old antiques, and now I'm running into you again."

Jiang Yufeng is best at avoiding all hypocrisy, so he smiled and casually found a harmless reason, "Don't act like a baby with me, I haven't had a good rest these days, I need to take a good rest."

"Okay." Qiao Xuan compromised, "Then tell me what you want to eat later, and I'll bring it to you."

Song Bihui went downstairs, only to realize that the person behind him had disappeared. He turned to look and found that Jiang Yufeng and Qiao Xuan were talking and laughing upstairs.

The distance was a little far, and he couldn't hear what the two were saying.

It was just a sudden realization that Jiang Yufeng was more relaxed when he was with other people than when he was with him.

However, in fact, no one would feel relaxed staying with him.

Song Bihui smiled self-deprecatingly. When he saw that person having breakfast with him quietly this morning, he actually had the illusion that this person was special.

Sure enough, an illusion is an illusion after all.

But just as he was about to step out of Dengxian Tower, the calm voice behind him sounded from a distance again, "Xianjun..."

He didn't want to pay attention to it, but he heard a series of footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Tianheng Xianjun." Jiang Yufeng didn't know what the meaning was, but he chased him out anyway. He stood calmly for a while, and said, "Last night, thank you for your rescue."

Although Song Bihui made him miserable last night, at least he didn't stand by in the end. He hadn't had a chance to say it before, but Jiang Yufeng always felt that he should thank him in person.

"Just to say this?" Song Bihui frowned.

"Uh..." Otherwise, what else does this bastard want to hear?Jiang Yufeng was silent for a while, then hesitated, "Today's breakfast... Do you want me to pay for it?"

If he was asked to pay, then he still felt a little distressed, after all, the money would still be enough for him to live for the rest of his life.

Song Bihui waited for a long time before hearing this sentence. He almost laughed angrily. He looked Jiang Yufeng up and down, and said coldly, "Joke, how much money do you have, so you think you can afford it?"

Heartbroken...

When he was in Zeshan, he didn't have to worry about these things. He took a nap in front of the palace with the prince's stove in his arms, warmed the fine wine with the celestial utensils that everyone else craved, and was surrounded by several people to serve him.

But now he looked at the mature and full-fledged apprentice in front of him, but he could only flee in embarrassment because of this, and he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

But just when Jiang Yufeng thought they were going to break up again this time, Song Bihui suddenly spoke again.

His tone was still as cold and distant as before, like a block of ice that would never melt, "Jiang Chuan, never play tricks on me, recognize your identity."

Jiang Yufeng was stunned for a moment.

These words were like pouring a basin of water directly on his head, making him wake up instantly.

He really is crazy.Jiang Yufeng regretted in his heart.

Did he forget how deep Song Bihui's hatred for him was in just these few days?

Now, he is just a small student living under the false identity of "Jiang Chuan", and what Song Bihui did to him is nothing more than fulfilling his due moral responsibility to an ordinary student.

What does it mean to be so close and casual?

Jiang Yufeng took a step back subconsciously, and saw Song Bihui's eyes as deep as the sea.

The two were relatively silent.

After a while, Song Bi turned around, flung his sleeves and left.

……

In the evening, the setting sun has already covered the clouds on the horizon, and the lingering incense lingers in the house. At this moment, the birds are returning to their nests, and the running water is silent.

Evening brings not only the end of day, but also a deep and poignant tranquility.

Zhong Huaixu hurried over and read out the precautions and various procedures of the meeting on his behalf.

I heard from her that the list of students who recorded their participation had already been handed over to the council hall in the afternoon, and the elders would freely select them for temporary teams.

After the team is over, they will follow the leader leader and start to deal with all kinds of ghost troubles.

Although Qiao Xuan is timid, she still has high spirits and enthusiasm when it comes to Chushou. The previous gas eater case doesn't seem to scare him off completely.

But Nan Xing was different. She was a direct victim after all, and she had experienced the powerless and terrifying moment of being corrupted by evil spirits, so she felt a little more worried.

After Zhong Huaixu finished reading the items in his hand, he first put away the long scroll, placed it on the table, and quietly waited for the list of the council hall to be delivered to Dengxianlou.

Everyone whispered to each other, and the atmosphere was lively and relaxed;

"Is this child from your sect?" Elder Xingmu of Caixing Pavilion looked very old and strong.

He stepped on the long table for meetings, unfolded the list with a "wow", and pointed to a name on it to Elder Yu Xiao who was opposite.

Yu Xiao also leaned over at the moment, and when he saw it, his brows were filled with joy.

"Yes, this is a disciple of my sect! Thank you very much!" He said, took the ink brush and wanted to tick off, but unexpectedly Xing Mu suddenly drew the list and snatched it away.

"That's enough!" He smiled triumphantly, "I have taken a fancy to your disciple, so I stole it away."

"You old man, why are you still doing things like robbery!" Yu Xiao said angrily.

"The meeting didn't stipulate that whoever belongs to which sect has to stay under which elder." Xing Mu leisurely ticked his own circle on that name, "Can't the children of your sect be brought under by me? See You got it baby."

Song Bihui sat in the back alone, holding a cup of tea and taking a quiet sip.

These elders have experience and are very good at stealing people, but Song Bihui has no intention of leading the team, nor does he want to fight with these old people for an "excellent" child.

Anyway, he had seen it on the first day, and there was no one in the Dengxian Tower that he liked.

"This child belongs to Zeshan, right? I seem to have heard of it." Xuanshan and Zeshan have a deep friendship, and it's normal for them to be familiar with each other.

Immediately, the great elder of Xuanshan snatched away several disciples of Zeshan.

"Old man Xuan, you are not kind! Why don't you keep some for me?"

"Everyone depends on their ability, how can you say that the old man is robbing, how unrefined." The elder smiled and glanced at the elder who spoke, and left contentedly.

"Tianheng Xianjun." Yu Xiao looked down and saw that there were not many left on the list, so he called Song Bihui symbolically, "You don't want to bring some for fun?"

Song Bihui raised his eyes upon hearing the sound, put the cup on the side table, and got up.

Yu Xiao made a gesture of invitation, and put the list in front of him.

This is just a process, everyone knows that Song Bihui has no interest in bringing these little bastards.

Moreover, if these inexperienced children were under Song Bihui's command, they would definitely not have a good life.

Song Bihui glanced at it lightly, but saw a familiar name that had been scratched off by the ink pen.

"Elder Xuantian." He suddenly said, "Can this person be handed over to this junior?"

When Song Bihui said this, almost all the elders were stunned, and they crowded up for a moment. They were really curious, which shocking person would be favored by Song Bihui, and they even did not hesitate to compete with Xuantian.

Xuan Tian was also very surprised, he held the teacup and smiled, pushed aside the crowd standing in front, and lowered his head to look at the name.

"Jiang Chuan?" He had never heard of this person before, so he hooked it only because the name was pleasing to the eye.

"That's right, that's the child." Elder Xingmu stretched out his hand and tapped the name, "Old man Xuan, are you going to let me or not?"

"Since Tianheng opened his mouth, it is natural to give it." Xuantian smiled cheerfully, "I have never spoken to old people like us before meeting, but today has changed."

Everyone also laughed and echoed.

"I'm just bored, just looking for some fun." Song Bihui hooked the corners of his lips.

"Okay, it's good to have fun." Xuantian stroked his gray beard. They admire Song Bihui's talented juniors the most, like an old man who dotes on children, and wants to give Song Bihui everything. Song Bihui always refused, and he seemed to be uninterested in everything on weekdays.

This time, I took the initiative to ask for it, which naturally made them happy.

Ascending to the Immortal Tower...

Jiang Yufeng leaned against the wall boredly, Qiao Xuan had already rushed to the opposite side, only he and Nan Xing were still here.

The incense on the table was about to burn out, and only a few red stars were still shining faintly. Jiang Yufeng quietly watched the incense ash fall slowly, but suddenly sneezed for some reason.

"Did you catch a cold?" Nan Xing asked him with concern.

Jiang Yufeng didn't answer, just quickly pinched his fingers, Nan Xing looked at him and made quick calculations, and then sighed silently for a moment.

"I didn't catch a cold," he said helplessly, "It just seems like someone is scolding me."