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

Jiang Yufeng didn't intend to stay for a long time, he had a premonition that the five sects would only become more and more difficult in the future.

Song Bihui should also be connected with him, he only moved a little, and the man looked at him calmly and clearly.

"I thought you guys would stay for a while." Zhong Yaoye just couldn't find the hairpin in his hand, and now, taking advantage of Huai Xu's absence, he was quietly putting her bamboo brush on her head.

"Well, yes." Jiang Yufeng responded lightly, "I can't wait.

Song Bihui: "..."

Song Bihui always felt that this dream trip was to reveal all the secrets between the two of them in front of each other, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that this was too exciting.

After all, if the two get started, it is impossible to predict whether the next illusion will be his or Jiang Yufeng's.

Everything is unknown.

The next one is the Hugh door.

The master of Xiumen makes friends with dignitaries and pays homage to dignitaries.

But Song Bihui's dream trip in Xiumen was a bit unique. The only noble person he met in his life was Jiang Yufeng, but he didn't know the identity of that person at that time.

Therefore, the hallucinations are all upside-down, and the faces of the characters are all blank.

He only recalled the experience of being picked up by that person when he was a child, and then when the sky was about to fall and Jiang Yufeng left with his sword, he watched the wooden house he was in collapse.

He thought that he would be trapped here forever, but he didn't expect the door to push him out suddenly.

Maybe it's because Xiumen belongs to water and is the place of yin qi, so sleeping and dying is also the way to break the door.

But he was not at all happy at the time.

He only felt that a bigger opening was torn from the wound that had never healed at all, and it was spread out in front of him again bloody.

He doesn't want to go through it anymore.

But beside him, Jiang Yufeng inadvertently hooked his finger lightly.

The man's original white wrist still had the tooth marks he left at Shengmen, shallow, as if stained with rouge.

Song Bihui couldn't help but have a meal.

"Let me see, Master, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Yufeng suddenly stared into his eyes.

Song Bihui felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken, and after a long while, he heard the man say indifferently, "Oh, it seems that he is not thinking seriously, why is the sky blue and bright, and his ears are red."

Jiang Yufeng wanted to say something, but found that Song Bihui suddenly gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

When he came back to his senses, he was suddenly pushed into the corner of the wall. The man didn't give him any time to think, and he opened his mouth and bit his earlobe.

"Ah!?" This little bastard is getting more and more courageous!

"It's not for a gentleman to do it if you can't say it." Jiang Yufeng gripped his shoulders, his breath a little unsteady and angrily said.

"Master, I'm just talking." Song Bihui's low voice rang in his ears, and he was very calm at the moment.

Jiang Yufeng: "..."

This man is really top-notch.

When he entered the door, Song Bihui seemed to be in a much better mood.

When facing Qiao Xuan earlier, he still had a very unhappy expression, but now his brows and eyes are finally relaxed.

"Do you think there is anything special about Qiao Xuan?" Jiang Yufeng asked him calmly.

Song Bihui was silent for a moment before speaking, "He has a very strong aura."

To put it simply, this person is like a walking mascot. This person is full of blessings, and he will turn evil into good fortune when he encounters troubles.

Jiang Yufeng also nodded in agreement, "Kirin Qi."

Qiao Xuan has a natural and pure personality, and her lucky stars shine brightly, maybe she will become a great talent in the future.

In order for Zeshan to have successors, he should be more careful in the future, the calculations in Jiang Yufeng's heart were almost crackling.

Thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and gently placed his hand on the Hugh door, and then gently pushed the door open.

A light shrouded the two of them, and when Dream Walk started, Jiang Yufeng slowly put his finger to his lips.

The secrets of the sky are silent, so don't disturb the people in the sky.

……

With a sound of "Ding Dong", the dazzling slanted light flowed down from the eaves and entangled in the wooden corridor.I don't know who's hairpin fell to the ground, as if scattered gold on the ground.

The woman sitting in front of the wooden porch gently held the loose hair of the general with one hand, and took the hair tie handed over by the maid with the other hand, and tied it loosely, "If the hairpin is broken, don't pick it up."

Jiang Yufeng opened his eyes wide, and saw the woman turned her head to look at him, like the spring light in the round gate.

"Xiaohansu, come here." The woman saw him, smiled lightly, and waved to him.

Jiang Yufeng was stunned, but suddenly felt a generous and warm palm behind him caressing his hair gently, "This little guy, your mother should not call you, what are you thinking?"

He immediately raised his head, only to see a tall and handsome man in a luxurious blue shirt beside him, looking down at him with a smile on his face.

Then, the man squatted down slowly, picked him up, and let him sit on his arms.

"Father?!" Jiang Yufeng called out in disbelief.

"Huh?" The man responded gently, holding him firmly, and walked slowly to where the woman was.

It's a beautiful spring.

Was it his dream this time?

Jiang Yufeng was thinking in a trance, but he had almost forgotten this scene.

After entering the way of cultivating immortals, it is time to cut off the bondage with the world.

When Immortal Master Huai Ling brought him back to Mount Zeshan, he changed his name and faded his past memories along the way.

He was still young at the time, and gradually forgot about this past.

But he didn't expect that he would meet those two people again here.

His closest relatives...

"Lord Li Zhuo, Mr. Xu sent someone to find you to go drink in Yunqi Building." A young boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen suddenly stepped forward and said respectfully to the man.

Jiang Lizhuo was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, put Jiang Yufeng beside the woman, and said with a smile, "Little guy, stay with your mother well, you know?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head and gently kissed the cheek of the woman next to him, causing the woman to blush immediately, and scolded with a smile, "It's shameless to be restrained in front of children."

But when Jiang Yufeng heard the word "Xu's family", he suddenly felt a jump in his heart, and immediately grabbed Jiang Lizhuo's cuff, and said in a trembling voice, "Father, don't..."

But Jiang Lizhuo just bent his knuckles and tapped Jiang Yufeng's forehead lightly, "Our Hansu is an older child, we can't be coquettish anymore."

Jiang Yufeng was taken aback suddenly, remembering that he was still dreaming.

But this time the scene was so real that he almost sank into it. How could he change the direction of history?

The slender and tender hand of the woman beside him, who was like a green onion, gently caressed his cheek, as gentle and warm as a pool of spring water.

Mrs. Jiang's family was originally a lady from a famous family, and she was also a well-known Jinshi in the capital. It was a match made in heaven with Lang Jiang Lizhuo, the number one scholar of the dynasty.

The husband and wife played harmoniously and respected each other like guests. They have had a deep relationship for many years.

pity……

Jiang Yufeng's eyes dimmed, and he just stared blankly at the woman in front of him.

Where is Song Bihui now?He thought silently, and snuggled into Mrs. Jiang's arms with some sadness.

The weak family relationship that had been dusty for many years suddenly returned to his side, but unfortunately it was all just a lie, just a dream.

……

Song Bihui only knew that this place was the capital.

Noisy crowds passed by him in a hurry, and the sound of shouting and selling lingered on the street, but the scene here was something he had never seen before.

At the foot of the emperor, at the root of the imperial city.

Now it seems that it should be his Jiangyu style dream trip.

But this place is unfamiliar to him, where will Jiang Yufeng be, he thought silently, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a handsome and romantic young man coming out of the door suddenly.

The man was dressed in a green shirt with mountains and rivers, and he exuded a kind of unrestrained and elegant temperament, and he could tell at a glance that he was very human.

It was actually Jiang Lizhuo from before.

Song Bihui felt a shock in his heart, and opened his eyes involuntarily.

"This fairy friend, is he lost?" The man seemed to have noticed Song Bihui's gaze, turned his head to look at him, and asked with a smile.

Song Bihui shook his head hesitantly, and said quietly, "I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?" Jiang Lizhuo asked gently and enthusiastically.

"I'm looking for my master, his name is Jiang Yufeng."

"Although I don't know who Yufeng is, my surname is Jiang." Jiang Lizhuo said softly, "Maybe I'm from the same family."

Song Bi looked back at the person in front of him, but no matter how he looked at it, he could feel that this person was very similar to Jiang Yufeng.

"Sir, your name and your name." Song Bihui couldn't help asking.

But Jiang Lizhuo suddenly laughed, and said slowly, "I can't be called Mr. Jiang Lizhuo, I am Jiang Lizhuo from the capital city."

It was the number one scholar who was astonishingly talented in the capital back then, and Song Bihui was slightly taken aback. Could it be that the master is...

He nodded in a daze, and heard Jiang Lizhuo say loudly again, "If you don't mind, you can come to my mansion to rest for a while. Unfortunately, I have something to do, so I left first."

"En." Song Bihui nodded, feeling his heart suddenly beating fast.

"Don't be polite to me." Jiang Lizhuo said with a smile, and left like the wind.

The moment the man left his sight, Song Bihui moved.

He jumped up the wall lightly, and fell soundlessly into the courtyard of the mansion.

At this moment, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the breeze is gentle.

Song Bihui walked inward along the wooden corridor, but saw a young man sitting silently on the swing amidst the vegetation.

The boy was still young, dressed in slightly long white clothes, with bright eyes and slender eyelashes, like a jade doll carved from jade.

The breeze blew the ends of his hair, and everything seemed to have fallen into the gap forgotten by time, appearing silent and peaceful.

This scene almost made Song Bihui stop immediately.

"Master... respect?" He opened his mouth hesitantly in surprise.

But the young man immediately turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes lit up suddenly, and the originally low mood suddenly became clear when he saw Song Bihui.

He lifted his feet and stood on the swing, smiled lightly and opened his hands, and a childish voice sounded, "I will return, hug me!"