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

When Jiang Yufeng woke up again, the room was empty.

He supported the bed and sat up slowly, only feeling that his whole body was still a little weak, but in short, it was still better than the muddy state before.

The gauze fell in front of his eyes, making him somewhat unable to see the scene outside clearly, only realizing that it might already be morning.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, but suddenly found that the finger bones in his hand were gone.

For a moment, he felt that he couldn't turn his head around, and he only thought in a daze, where did Song Bihui go?

"Brother." A gentle and clear female voice suddenly sounded at the door at this moment. The man pushed the door in holding a stack of densely written paper sprinkled with gold, but stopped when he saw the man on the bed.

She silently exited the door and took a look to make sure that she did not go wrong.

The figure on the bed was covered by the veil, a little blurry, but judging from the outline, it didn't look like Song Bihui.

"Jiang Chuan?"

Jiang Yufeng lifted the gauze curtain in front of him with one hand, and smiled faintly, "Good morning, Huai Xu... Senior Sister..."

This person's behavior and attitude were too natural, as if he was in his own home, causing Zhong Huaixu to fall into chaos. She put the paper on the table, stepped forward hesitantly and asked softly, "Body?" unwell?"

"Yin Qi entered the body, I had a fever last night." Jiang Yufeng raised his hand and hung up the gauze curtain.

"No wonder I didn't see you in Dengxian Tower yesterday."

Zhong Huaixu nodded and sat on the chair beside the bed.

Most of the disciples these years ago came to the evil spirits removal conference for the first time, and they would always be injured more or less. Not less.

It's just that Jiang Chuan is a little special. After all, he was selected by Song Bihui alone, so there must be something extraordinary about him.

Thinking of this, Zhong Huaixu looked at him carefully again with some curiosity, wondering why she didn't have any impression of this man when she was in Zeshan before?

"Huh?" Jiang Yufeng was a little unaccustomed to being stared at by female disciples in the sect as if they were observing ghosts. Besides, he was still lying on the couch with a weak appearance, which was really out of place.

But now in Zhong Huaixu's eyes, he was just a junior student in a sect, and it seemed normal for seniors to show concern for juniors.

This is a little difficult to speak.

But suddenly, Zhong Huaixu looked at him and his eyes lit up, "You have a very good relationship with senior brother."

"Ah?" Jiang Yufeng never thought that someone would say that he has a good relationship with Song Bihui, which shocked him even more than hearing that the Xu family wanted to kiss Qiao He.

"I've never seen other than a few uncles and me who can enter his bedroom, let alone sleep directly on his couch."

Zhong Huaixu stood up, took a good look at him again, and said with a meaningful smile, "Brother, it's as if you've given him some ecstasy soup, how strange."

"Uh..." said it as if he was some vixen.

If this girl later found out that he was Jiang Yufeng, who was still lying on Song Bihui's couch, and Song Bihui cooked soup for him last night, and even brought it to the bedside to feed him, then everyone would definitely go crazy drop it.

Thinking about it now, he felt like he was going crazy.

Zhong Huaixu looked at him and seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the door opening.

Song Bihui happened to come in with a bowl of medicine, and when he saw Zhong Huaixu sitting by the bed, he raised his chin at her as if he had expected it, as a greeting.

He put the medicine on the table, picked up the dozen of papers that Zhong Huaixu had brought, and took a rough look.

"Have you found this person?"

"This person passed away a month ago, and you didn't tell me about it." Zhong Huaixu complained with some dissatisfaction, "There are no less than ten people with this name in this city, and this person best fits your description. It has reappeared, and I have been comparing it for a long time."

"En." Song Bihui nodded in satisfaction. "Tomorrow, I will order someone to deliver what you want to your palace."

"So refreshing." Zhong Huaixu pulled back his fallen hair behind his ears, "You gave me the idea that I can ask you for some compensation."

"This is just your illusion." Song Bihui said coldly.

He glanced briefly at the documents Zhong Huaixu had brought, and was about to put them down when he saw Jiang Yufeng staring at the paper in his hand curiously.

"I'll show you after drinking the medicine."

"Look, this man is still asking for conditions." Zhong Huaixu took the opportunity to shout, but was glared back by Song Bihui.

"If you think it's too much space, go and discipline those disciples. I don't know how the radish and cabbage are selected. If you send them to feed the evil spirits, you will think that the aura is too little."

Zhong Huaixu listened, and knew that Song Bihui thought she was too talkative, so he blamed her on the sidelines.Perhaps, it is also because she thinks she is troublesome here, so she is not sure.

But since her mission has been completed, there is no need to add trouble here.

Thinking of this, she stood up with a light smile, looked thoughtfully at the somewhat helpless Jiang Yufeng, and then turned her head to look at Song Bihui with a stinky face, and felt that this scene was very interesting .

"Understood, I listen to the senior brother." She said goodbye, walked to the door, and turned her head teasingly, "I will tell them right away, from now on, they will be selected according to the senior brother's standards."

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He thought silently in his heart, this girl is worthy of being Zhong Yaoye's disciple. Although she is a dignified fairy like a lady outside, she still got some true biography of her master after all, and she is eloquent at critical moments.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Bihui stared at him coldly.

"I'm not laughing." Jiang Yufeng has a good way of pretending to be stupid. He is lazily lying on the couch, his long hair is soft and obediently hanging down on his chest, quiet and fragile, and his mind is unknowingly fluttering. Medicine for me?"

"You are really an ancestor." Song Bihui sneered, but still brought the bowl of medicine over.

But just when Jiang Yufeng reached out to pick it up, the man raised his eyebrows again, and said meaningfully, "Old rules..."

"Uh..." I was so moved that I fed them all to the dogs.

"Stop drinking, I'll just die." Jiang Yufeng said angrily.

Xiao Jie, this old lady whom I saw last night is not someone else.

It was the woodcutter's grandmother.

When he was 13 years old, he married the son of a blacksmith in the east of the village, but he only gave birth to one daughter in his life, who was the sick woodcutter's mother.

When the daughter grew up, she married a woodcutter, and she gave birth to a son.

But when the child was ten years old, a flash flood suddenly broke out one day. After the woodcutter entered the mountain, he never came back.

Since then, she and her son depended on each other for life. When the son grew up, he inherited his father's business and made a living by collecting firewood.

But Xiao Jie only has such a daughter, so she often goes up the mountain to see her, but every time they break up because of various reasons.

Until last month, she passed away.

"So Xiao Jie is taking revenge on her unfilial daughter?" Jiang Yufeng flipped through the papers on the couch, every family has scriptures that are hard to recite, if it's just a family member's betrayal, it would be unreasonable for him to intervene with an outsider.

But Song Bihui shook his head, "What about the stele and finger bones?"

"Yes...the phalanx." Jiang Yufeng raised his eyes suddenly, "Did you take the phalanx away, give it to me quickly."

"Do you still want it?" Song Bihui took out the phalanx from his sleeve, and even shook it brazenly in front of Jiang Yufeng, "You think I don't know that you want to attract ghosts? But with your current appearance ? It’s too little to give that ghost a gap between his teeth.”

Jiang Yufeng felt that if he stayed in the same space with Song Bihui for less than a stick of incense, his life span would be reduced by at least one year.

He sighed for a long time, thinking to himself, his apprentice, forget it.

"But you are considered successful." Song Bi replied, "She did come last night."

Jiang Yufeng was startled, "Then what did she say?"

He is still safe and sound, which means that Song Bihui protected him yesterday, so he must know something.

"She wanted to get the phalanx back, saying that her body was too deformed to be reincarnated. But the phalanx did not fall off by herself, but was artificially cut from her corpse. The matter between her and her daughter is not a trivial matter." Song Bi Hui said it briefly, but directly deleted the part where the old woman counted for him.

He wasn't afraid to worry about anything, he just didn't believe it.

He has jumped out of the scope of ordinary people and is a complete ascetic.It is common for practitioners to change their lives, so this assertion sounded like alarmist nonsense to his ears.

It makes people laugh and cry.

Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes and rubbed his chin, "Then there must be something hidden in this matter, but the woodcutter concealed something and didn't want us to find out. Who else do you think can be trusted?"

Song Bihui glanced at him thoughtfully, "Who else can trust me besides you?"

"What does this matter have to do with me?" Jiang Yufeng was about to be laughed out of anger, this person was simply trying to hurt him on purpose.

"People's finger bones are clutched like tokens of love. They are so affectionate, so why have nothing to do with you?" Song Bihui smiled meaningfully, "You don't have any intentions, but others do."

"Who is the other person?" Jiang Yufeng suddenly tilted his head, "Who is interested in me?"

"Uh..." Now it was Song Bihui's turn to be generalized. He looked at the man in front of him with a half-smile, as if he had finally caught him, his eyes were full of cunning, and the broken eyes outside the window The light fell on the ends of his hair, making the man look cunning and innocent.

"Xianjun? Did Xiao Jie say something to you last night, or are you jealous?"