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

On the way, Jiang Yufeng took advantage of the faint light around him to lift up the two masks in his hand and examine them carefully.

Previously, he just grabbed it and left without choosing it carefully, but now he looked at it, but it was full of flaws.

I had no choice but to hand them over to Song Bihui.

This mask was just hand-cut by mortals, and the tassels that fell looked sparse. Naturally, it was not as delicate and beautiful as the ones he had seen in Zeshan before.

This five renminbi can buy five steamed buns, and this time I was tricked by those mortals again.

But it's okay, he grabbed a large piece of silver, no loss, if he loses, Song will pay back.

"It's a gadget made by mortals." Song Bihui rubbed the rough surface of the mask, his expression was a bit confusing under the night, "It's just a mask, and I have to sell a pair, why? "

Jiang Yufeng was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he thought of such a far-reaching place, but he still hesitated for a while, and said lightly, "Ordinary people's life is just a few decades of haste, hard work, and in the end it just turns into a lot of troubles. White bones. They like prosperity and joy, full of flowers, and there is nothing wrong with mandarin ducks living together. Of course, this is only one aspect."

Song Bihui raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and seemed to be interested, "There are other aspects."

"That's right." Jiang Yufeng sighed for a long time, then pointed to the pair of masks, and said slowly, "Looking at the craftsmanship, you know they can't sell it, and it's just them who sell the two together. It’s just a means of business. Ordinary people don’t have so many romances in their lives, they’re just begging for food.”

"Really?" Song Bihui threw the mask back to Jiang Yufeng.

The mask was passed back and forth between the two of them. Obviously this person wanted to buy it at first, but now he doesn't like it. Jiang Yufeng can't figure out what this person is thinking.

Now he really wants to ask that person as frankly and naturally as Qiao He and the others, he will answer, what's the matter?

But he can't now.

Jiang Yufeng swallowed the words that came to his throat, and suddenly remembered the phrase "recognize your identity" that Song Bihui said to him at the gate of Dengxianlou, and then fell silent.

"I thought you liked it." But suddenly, Song Bihui's voice sounded in front of him, but the ending sound seemed to fall into the slightly undulating water.

Jiang Yufeng looked up, only to see him walking into a dark figure alone, his hair and sleeves were gently raised by the bleak wind, and his sigh-like voice was wrapped in the wind, "If you don't like it, it's fine." gone."

The time of Haishi is about to pass, and the tourists have disappeared, and the originally bustling and bustling river bank is now only a few people passing by in a hurry.

It's just that I don't know if it's a mortal, maybe the reincarnated person who was on the road, or a wandering lonely ghost, I don't know.

But Jiangyu Feng heard the sound and suddenly stopped. Song Bihui walked a certain distance, only to find that the figure behind him had fallen behind.

He turned his head and looked at the man with his arms folded indifferently. The moonlight fell on Jiang Yufeng's hair, which made his whole body feel more and more light and alienated. However, it was completely inconsistent with the atmosphere. The face looked very dissatisfied.

Just when he thought Jiang Yufeng was going to say something, the man opened his mouth.

"Immortal Tianheng, please walk slowly." Jiang Yufeng said indifferently, then slowly raised his legs and walked to him as if he was shopping, and then muttered in a faint voice, "The legs are so long."

"Uh..." He gave Song Bihui a meaningful look, and waved his mask, "Who said I don't like it anymore, let me hear who is slandering me? It's as if I don't like it if I get it." Just like a cherished heartbreaker."

"Uh..." Little brat, it's just difficult to serve.

……

It was a huge archway standing in the mist, and the thick and cold Yin Qi slowly spread out from both sides of the archway, like an endless river of Styx.

But the surrounding area was extremely lively. "People" entered from the archway in twos and threes. The blue flames of the stove kept jumping, and a shadow could be vaguely seen struggling in it.

Jiang Yufeng gently grabbed Song Bihui's sleeve, and was about to speak, but happened to pass by a row of men, and the man who fell behind unexpectedly blew a long whistle at them both boldly.

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng closed his eyes, and when he was speechless, he saw Song Bihui lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his lips.

Then, a strong wind quickly pushed away, throwing the man upside down.

"Ouch!" The man rolled around, like a bastard who turned over and couldn't get up for a long time, and finally the people around him pulled him up, "Who is it! Damn..."

He was about to swear, but he found that the people around him were looking at him coldly. Under the jumping light, their eyes shone strangely and horribly in the dim environment.

It was as if surrounded by ghosts and wolves.

The man swallowed back his words in fear, and followed the team into the archway with his head down in desperation.

"Do you want to go in wearing a mask?" Jiang Yufeng said to Song Bi in a calm voice. They were so close that they could almost smell the faint fragrance of each other.

After all, Song Bihui is the world-famous Tianheng Xianjun, his appearance will inevitably attract the attention of those "fellows", not to mention that he is already very ostentatious with this face.

But Song Bihui just raised his chin and said to him, "You wear..."

Jiang Yufeng hesitated for a moment, feeling a little tangled in his heart. It is useless for him to wear this mask. He has already changed his appearance. Now even if he ran in while singing folk songs and shaking his head, it would not be a big deal.

At worst, he will change his face when the time comes.

"You still wear it." Jiang Yufeng insisted.

"No." Song Bihui frowned in disgust.

"You stay with me." Jiang Yufeng had no choice but to discuss with him.

But Song Bihui just glanced at him coldly, and was about to go in, but Jiang Yufeng grabbed his sleeve again.

Just as he was about to pull back his sleeves, he saw Jiang Yufeng closing his eyes in pain.

After opening his eyes, Jiang Yufeng looked at Song Bihui as sincerely as possible, and then coaxed, "Please, I'm so scared."

"Uh..." Could this expression be an expression of fear?

In the end, Song Bihui still put on the somewhat inferior mask with a gloomy face. Jiang Yufeng took another look at him secretly, thinking that he is really good-looking, even if you put a sack on your face.

Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes and put on the mask. The tassels next to the mask swayed slightly, and the arc was like a small hook, which inadvertently attracted people's hearts.

"Let's go, Xianjun." He called Song Bihui softly, but found that Song Bihui's cold eyes suddenly stared at him.

The eyes were deep, but there was a rare doubt. He stared at the person in front of him, feeling that something in his memory was about to burst out of the ground.

Jiang Yufeng was startled by this look, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Song Bihui turned his face away, "Suddenly remembered an old friend."

Jiang Yufeng was taken aback for a moment, wondering which old friend Song Bihui remembered, but judging from his expression, he didn't look like a normal person.

They entered the ghost market side by side, and the blue lanterns hanging around them swayed feebly in the wind. It was obviously a very lively scene, but there was a strange sense of death everywhere.

The stall owners stuffed their hands into their sleeves without yelling, just lowered their eyes silently, and occasionally looked at the "people" passing by.

Jiang Yufeng walked all the way, but he didn't see anything that interested him. This ghost market is full of fish and dragons, and he doesn't ask where the items go. If you have the ability to see a good item, you don't need to bargain. .

Once the transaction is closed, we will not be responsible.

Vendors here are very courageous, the royal gold jade, silk, snow swallows caught on the top of the snow mountain, and even children who don’t know where, may appear here.

But there are also a lot of fakes. For example, Jiang Yufeng saw a piece of imitation crescent silkworm silk hanging on a horizontal jade at a certain stall.

In this world, apart from the half piece of crescent moon silk from the royal family, there is only his whole piece left.

What's more, at a time when the world is crazy about this fairy's recognition of its owner, who would resist the temptation to openly sell it.

But just as he was about to move forward, Song Bihui stopped at a booth. Jiang Yufeng was taken aback, and followed his gaze, but saw a jade bracelet.

The jade bracelet is delicate and transparent, and it seems to be glowing with five colors of rainbow light inside, but this is not the most attractive place.

There is a flirtatious red line winding in this jade, like a delicate pattern of blooming ice flowers.

Jiang Yufeng's eyes lit up when he saw it.I thought, this is a rare treasure.

"This fairy has a good eye." The black-robed man sitting quietly behind the booth suddenly said, he stretched out his bony hand, and pointed at the jade with his thin fingers that looked like skin and bones, "One glance Picked out the best stuff I have here."

"Blood jade." Song Bihui's deep voice sounded.

Jiang Yufeng also thought it was true at first, but after taking a second look, he didn't feel like it.

Sure enough, the black robe laughed hoarsely, "Yes, but not. The blood jade feeds on the wearer's blood, but this jade is different, the blood inside..."

The man stopped suddenly, then leaned slightly, and whispered mysteriously, "It's the phoenix blood from Tianshan Mountain, the only one in the world, and only those who are destined to be chosen."

As he said that, he would sit up straight with some complacency, "If you don't have the fate, you will definitely come back if you buy it back. I advise you to think carefully."

Those with mediocre skills are indeed afraid of backlash, but for those who have reached a certain level like them, if this jade has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, and is not selected, then change it to Zhan Fengduo and hang it on the door.

It's bright red, and it's pretty good.

"Make a bid." Song Bihui said calmly.

This calm and calm attitude made the stall owner also stunned, and immediately laughed lowly, counting with his hands.

Although he knew that the bracelet was precious, the price still made Jiang Yufeng's heart ache.

But Song Bihui threw a piece of gold without blinking.

Jiang Yufeng saw what it means to spend money like water, he took a deep breath, if he was not in the current situation, he might have the confidence.

It's just that he still has to think about what to do with the rest of his life, and he absolutely dare not spend money recklessly.

If you can find such a one tonight, it is already worth it, at least it shows that this ghost market is still a bit fat.

But Song Bihui retrieved the phoenix jade bracelet, just put it in his hand and glanced at it, then grabbed Jiang Yufeng.

"what!?"