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

It was a solemn and cold tower, when the faint moonlight sympathetically surrounded the copper bell, the sound of chanting sutras also hovered faintly here.

As soon as Jiang Yufeng and Song Bihui stepped into the Mengxing Pagoda, the copper bell rang suddenly, and the simple and deep sound lingered.

The cool wind that came from nowhere blew their hair and the hem of their clothes, and the two of them waded up the stairs, hearing a man's ethereal fairy language in their ears.

This sound made Jiang Yufeng suddenly sigh with nostalgia.

He hadn't heard his master's voice for a long time, but he didn't expect to hear it here.

Dreaming is connected with the eight gates, but only six gates are taken, which are the three auspicious gates of opening, life, and rest, and the three evil gates of death, shock, and injury.

The entrant takes the heart as the enemy, breaks through the six gates and reaches the top of the tower, facing the true obsession of the self.

Jiang Yufeng didn't know what Song Bihui saw on the top of the tower back then, and he suddenly reacted so strongly.

But this time we should see it too.

Before a stick of incense, Zhong Huaixu put the irritated Qiao Xuan into Mengxing, but he called Jiangyufeng again, and solemnly said to him, "Master, the six gates of Mengxing Pagoda , the lower three doors are auspicious, and the upper three doors are evil, but the auspicious door is not necessarily simpler than the fierce door, but it is the easiest to indulge in gentleness, so you need to be careful."

But Jiang Yufeng still nodded his head indifferently, and stepped into the dream walk with Song Bihui decisively.

Now, he looked up at the ancient character "Shengmen" engraved on the bronze door, and was about to reach out, but Song Bihui suddenly pulled him back.

The man's expression flickered, but his voice was still flat and cold, "Master, the birth gate is a sign of good luck, and there may be..."

"What?" Jiang Yufeng was a little strange.

"It's nothing." But Song Bihui hurriedly avoided his gaze, and said softly, "Enter the door, don't leave me."

When entering the eight gates, there is usually one person who dominates the dream. Song Bihui has already attacked the tower before, so he is more familiar with the things that may appear in it than Jiangyufeng.

But Song Bihui behaved a little strangely at this time, and Jiang Yufeng suddenly felt a little worried.

"Bihui?" He called softly, but saw Song Bihui took his hand and suddenly pushed open the door.

The light inside the door appeared instantly, and Jiang Yufeng only saw the reassuring gaze of Song Bihui who suddenly turned around and looked over. He was against the light, and his whole body was gentle and calm.

The illusion opens immediately.

Jiang Yufeng didn't know what happened, he just felt that suddenly, he seemed to be pulled up, he stumbled to his feet, and felt the tiny light in front of him slowly seeping in, but it was always hazy.

There was a lingling sound next to my ears.

It seemed to be the pleasant sound of the pendant hanging from his complicated headgear.

There was a red mist in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly the scene at this time. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and lift the silk cloth in front of him, but was suddenly stopped by the people around him.

"Must go back?" Jiang Yufeng called again, but the man never responded.

This is not Song Bihui.Who is that man?

Jiang Yufeng secretly thought that it was not good, and was about to make a move, but he saw a loud voice suddenly poured into his ears.

It was an extremely lively and grand sound, the sound of joy, the sound of gongs and drums, the whistling sound of white cranes flapping their wings, and the sound of a suona that almost pierced the sky.

"Ah!?" Jiang Yufeng was stunned for a moment.

Inside the door of life, there is actually a wedding banquet! ?

In an instant, he felt that his mind suddenly went completely blank.

Whose wedding reception?Are you and... Song Bihui? !Is this really an illusion, or is it real?

He suddenly remembered the backtracking of the Stargate at that time, which made him a little hard to decide.

Whose illusion is this, his own, or Song Bihui's?

Jiang Yufeng's mind was full of doubts and disbelief for a while, he paused in a daze, but suddenly heard a loud sound;

"The auspicious time has come, get on the sedan chair—"

The voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Bihui... Where is Song Bihui?" He only felt his voice tremble a little, as if he was infected by the current atmosphere.

But the half of the sedan chair door has already appeared in his eyes.

The complicated and exquisite wooden chain link flowers, the car curtains woven with golden threads are extremely luxurious, the soft velvet with phoenix fire pattern under the feet, the huge relief frame of cloud crane lanterns is solemnly framed, and the golden and silver bell tassels hanging on it are rustling. There was a rustling sound.

He felt as if he was surrounded by people, and the person who supported him raised the car curtain with Yu Ruyi.

"Hurry up and get on the sedan chair, the bride—don't miss the auspicious time!"

The man's toneless voice sounded again.

The sound of firecrackers suddenly exploded, and the noise of the noise surrounded him like a tide.

It was a day of great joy...