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

"Good show, finally begins..."

Jiang Yufeng could only hear a faint sound suddenly sounded in his head, such a familiar voice with an evil spirit made him feel his head buzzing immediately.

brush!deep!

He clenched his teeth tightly, and immediately forcibly broke the man's restraint.

The wound on the arm that was about to heal seemed to be torn open again, and the bright red spread in the darkness, but Jiang Yufeng didn't bother to care about it.

No matter how this skin shatters and festers, he and Fu Ming will never live together in this life.

"Xianjun, what are you in a hurry for?" He walked to the door, but the door suddenly opened.

The man slanted his lips and suddenly blocked his way.

He raised his eyebrows with interest, stared at Jiang Yufeng in front of him silently, and then slowly closed the wooden door behind him.

He thought that Jiang Yufeng would fall into endless anger and shock.

But Jiang Yufeng just looked at the person who looked exactly like him indifferently.

"Oh, as expected of being an immortal." Fu Ming sighed, "A beauty is more than skinny, it's not easy to pretend to be an immortal, are you right?"

"Yes." Jiang Yufeng smiled suddenly.

When he was usually quiet, he was as cold and holy as an unreachable bright moon, but now when he smiled, he was like flying flowers in a dream.

It's just that the words he said at this moment were completely cold, "A filthy person like you is worthy of being compared with me?"

Fuming's expression changed, but he lowered his eyes and saw the dagger in Jiang Yufeng's hand flashed slightly, and it was approaching suddenly.

There was a sharp cold light in his eyes, like a god of death under the moon.

"Why did you scratch your hand last night? Did you go out to catch ghosts?" Zhong Huaixu pointed at Song Bihui's finger curiously in the corner of the council hall.

But Song Bihui just kept a cold face and didn't speak.

"You told me earlier that you suspected that someone else saved you, but now you have a clue?" Zhong Huaixu calmly looked at Qiao He, who was smiling and having a heart-to-heart conversation with a student.

Zhong Yaoye was sitting next to him and taking a nap.

"When I saw the sect leader for the first time, I didn't know why, but I didn't think he was the person I was looking for, but today the storage jade he wears on his waist... was something I had seen before." Song Bihui His eyes fixed on the jade pendant hanging from Qiao He's waist.

"Didn't he also tell you that his name is Qiao He?" Zhong Huaixu recorded the contents of the discussion on the bamboo book, and glanced at Zhong Yaoye in the distance from time to time.

Then she saw that her master was sleeping so fast that her hairpin almost fell off.

"He may have said it, but he 'didn't say it' either. "Song Bihui lowered his eyes and said coldly, "When I called him back then, he hesitated, so I was still wondering who that person was yesterday.I can't be sure. "

"Hearing you say that, what must have come to mind?" Zhong Huaixu opened his mouth softly.

"I smelled gardenia and sandalwood in my master's house, which is the same as that person's smell back then." Song Bihui closed his eyes, "but it should be just a coincidence."

"Why do you say that?" Zhong Huaixu quickly sketched in the book, "This is obviously a very important clue."

But Song Bihui shook his head slowly, and for a moment, he thought of the bowl of crispy cheese that he personally made in the kitchen late at night, but was smashed to pieces.

And what the man said to himself with a smile, every sentence was like a sharp arrow piercing the heart.

This is definitely not him.

Now seeing the jade pendant on Qiao He's waist again, he finally had to admit that Qiao He should be the person he was looking for.

It's just that this person forgot.

"Go back, Huai Xu." Qiao He called them with a sudden smile, "Why are you all sitting in the corner? Come to us."

Zhong Yaoye was suddenly woken up by her senior brother who was the head of the sect, and watched them both get up and walk slowly in a daze.

Huai Xu held the bamboo book and bamboo pen, walked past her with a faint smile, but reached out and gently pushed back the hairpin on her head where no one had noticed.

Zhong Yaoye: "?"

"As the direct disciples of the two immortal monarchs, you are all very talented and talented children, but you must not slack off in your daily cultivation." Qiao He gently entrusted them.

"On weekdays, you can also share your worries for your master..."

But before he finished speaking, someone suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

The visitor was dressed in white clothes, but his face was gloomy, his lips were pale, but there was an indescribable evil in his eyes.

"Brother?" Zhong Yaoye didn't expect Jiang Yufeng to appear here suddenly.Moreover, his behavior has always been somewhat abnormal recently.

"It's a meeting, senior brother... But you can also sit next to the head?" But Jiang Yufeng ignored Zhong Yaoye at all, and only looked mockingly at Song Bihui who was beside Qiao He.

This faint sound came out, and almost everyone was stunned.

"Yufeng, speak carefully!" Qiao He was taken aback by these words, and hurriedly got up.

Song Bihui's eyes widened.

But Jiang Yufeng's face suddenly changed again, and he bowed as if he was in great pain.

"Fuming, do you think I'm dead?" In his mind, Jiang Yufeng's voice as cold as a knife rang out.

For a moment, Fuming laughed wantonly when he heard that voice, he was wearing Jiangyufeng's skin, but stared at Song Bihui fiercely.

The whole audience was completely confused.

……

"What's wrong with Zhesui Xianjun recently?" A disciple whispered to another disciple beside him, "Could it be that he has become obsessed with cultivation?"

"I don't know, and he seems to be particularly displeased with Senior Brother Biehui, who fights against you everywhere..." The other person was also a little strange. The two of them came across the path, but they were reluctant to enter the hall.

"Did Senior Brother Bihui do something too?" That person was discussing with another person in a low voice, but suddenly a clear voice sounded behind him.

"Discussing the teacher, you have to deduct your virtue." Zhong Huaixu was wearing a lily-of-the-valley embroidered robe, and happened to pass by with a scroll in his arms, but was blocked by the two of them for a moment, so he could only speak lightly, "The preview of the Dream Walk Conference will be held soon. Dian, why are you still here?"

The Dream Walk Conference is a unique trial conference in Zeshan. It is extremely difficult and dangerous. If you are not careful, you may never return.

Zeshan never asked every disciple to go, but he asked to participate in the preliminaries.

Therefore, ordinary students don't care much about this kind of conference provided for outstanding disciples to practice, and they usually slip away if they can.

After all, this trial is basically a dead end for them, and unless some people insist on following them in a few years, most of them will not participate.

It's a pity that I didn't expect to be bumped into by Zhong Huaixu this time, and it was when they were discussing Xianjun and Zeshan's first disciple.

In case Zhong Huaixu read them a copy from Yaoye Xianjun, then almost all of them can pack up and run away now.

"Ma, go right away." They could only salute Zhong Huai in a hurry, and entered the hall in a hurry.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes never come singly.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the hall, they suddenly felt the cold eyes of a person beside them swept over. The person was holding a pen, and his whole body was like an indifferent and unkind black jade. He was sitting in the last seat at the moment, recording something.

It was one of the members they were talking about just now——Song Bihui;

"I'm late." He said coldly, "After the end, go to the Hall of Punishment to check your virtue."

Zhong Huaixu and them entered the palace one after the other. When he saw the miserable two standing in front of Song Bihui, he raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Ah, we meet again."

"Uh..." It's over this time, and I have offended the two ancestors.

The Dream Walk Conference was still presided over by Immortal Yao Ye, but she was usually too lazy to talk so much nonsense, so she just scratched her head and asked if anyone wanted to participate.

Zhong Huaixu was going to follow her, so she was not counted among the disciples, but Song Bihui remained indifferent, just quietly learning the spell skills.

Jiang Yufeng basically didn't teach him anything. Before she entered Zeshan, she heard that Zhesui Xianjun was obsessed with cultivating and becoming a fairy. Unfortunately, she seemed to be in poor health, so she seldom went out.

Therefore, he always saw Song Bihui walking alone, and rarely talked to anyone.

She didn't know what kind of feud Xianjun had with her senior brother, but as long as Xianjun appeared, she would not look good towards Song Bihui.

However, when she happened to pass by the Folding Years Hall a few days ago, Jiang Yufeng also called her when she saw her. Although the voice was weak, it was very gentle and indifferent, not as radical as before.

Therefore, she can't figure out what kind of character Jiang Yufeng is, but there are many rumors outside, saying that Jiang Yufeng is a sinister person who can't rub the sand in his eyes.

She was thinking silently, but suddenly felt that Song Bihui beside her suddenly raised her eyes, and looked out of the house as if she had suddenly discovered something.

"What's wrong?" She asked warmly, turned around to look, but found nothing.

"I'll go out for a while." But Song Bihui put down his pen and stood up indifferently.

He stepped out of the door and walked along the main hall for a while, and at the end of the wooden corridor, he saw Jiangyufeng, who was dressed in red with Gouyun, sitting under the flower tree to enjoy the scenery.

Jiang Yufeng was obviously taken aback when he saw him, and then smiled lightly, "I thought you wouldn't come."

"What's the matter?" He said coldly, but he only stood at the entrance of the corridor, almost keeping a long distance from Jiang Yufeng.

Jiang Yufeng seems to be in a bad state of mind these days, so he occasionally wears brighter clothes, but it can't hide the fragile feeling that he has all over his body.

Obviously she was still glaring at him a few days ago, why did she treat him as if nothing happened today.

Song Bihui pursed his lips, seeing a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

"Why don't you go to the Dreamwalking Conference?" Jiang Yufeng opened his mouth softly, and he leaned on the back of the chair as soft and boneless, and flowers fell on him.

"Unhappy." Song Bihui had only been in Taoism for a few days. Although he had made rapid progress and was capable of going, he was unwilling to get involved in such matters.

"Go." But Jiang Yufeng said in a calm voice.

Although the Dream Tournament was dangerous, it was of great help to Song Bihui. He knew that with Song Bihui's cultivation, he could handle it, but the days of the meeting were extremely difficult...

But he has no other way, suppressing Fu Ming in his body has exhausted all his energy, he dare not relax in the slightest day and night, the enchantment of the Dream Walking Conference is extremely strong, only this, Fu Ming and Song Bihui have no choice.

Jiang Yufeng didn't know when, he would suddenly be unable to hold on.

He looked at Song Bihui in front of him, but his eyes were calm.

But as long as Fuming dares to hurt Song Bihui, he will never let it go.

Even if he had to endure the pain of skin peeling, he would not hesitate.

"How do I know, do you want to harm me?" But after a while, Song Bihui said coldly.

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng felt as if his heart had been pierced for a moment, and he lowered his eyes in a rare panic, only to find Song Bihui walking over slowly.

"I'm not in good health, why did you come out and show off with such little clothes on?" His deep voice rang out, causing Jiang Yufeng to be taken aback suddenly, not knowing what this person was thinking.

Song Bihui stared at him, silently took a broken petal from the man's hair, took a clean robe from the storage bag, and threw it on him casually.

"I don't know what tricks you will use to humiliate me next, but it's getting cold, so go back earlier." His voice seemed to be sighing, melting into the wind gently.

Jiang Yufeng thought that Song Bihui's intention was just to tell him not to waste his thoughts in vain, and go back to wash and sleep.

But on the second day, he saw the name of Song Bihui who was ranked last in the list of the meeting.

The handwriting is sharp, completely revealing a kind of cold edge.

This little bastard...