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

When seeing the misty and wandering mountain clouds and mists that are familiar to Naze Mountain again, Jiangyu Feng felt extraordinarily sad and kind.

He held in his hand the small cloud-pattern heater that Immortal Master Huai Ling had given him.At this moment, there is an illusion like a world away.

The stove was originally sent to the mansion by the prince a few days ago, saying that it was a cold spring, and he was worried that the young master of the Jiang family would catch cold on the road, so he specially ordered the craftsmen in the palace to prepare it.

The prince has always admired Jiang Lizhuo very much, but it's a pity that this person doesn't know about the faction and chaos in the court, and he really sent Jiang Lizhuo to deal with the flood as if he was a saint.

When parting, he reluctantly wrote a letter to Jiang Lizhuo, saying that when Jiang Zhuangyuan returned to Beijing again, he must have a good talk.

But in the end it was nothing but an illusion.

Perhaps this is also a blessing.Jiang Yufeng sighed deeply.

At the moment when everything was quiet, Song Bihui fell lightly from the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, coming with his hands behind his back like an exile.

"Master, the door is open." He rang softly in a cold voice, then bent down and hugged Jiang Yufeng naturally.

"Hmm." Jiang Yufeng leaned on Song Bihui's shoulder exhaustedly, feeling that this break had exhausted him physically and mentally.

No wonder it is said that dream walking is the best place to train the mind. In this way, the original wounds are uncovered layer by layer, and if you can't hold it, you will be permanently trapped in it.

If it is not a person with a strong heart, it is really not easy to pass the test.

According to the six gates, even if you don't die, you have to shed your skin.

Jiang Yufeng sighed, feeling that Mengxing was really not suitable for such an unlucky person like him, every moment was simply endless torture and suffering.

He looked over Song Bihui's shoulder to see the faint mountains in the distance, and felt like thick and light ink, gradually blurring in front of his eyes.

But when he was in a trance, he suddenly felt Song Bihui's hand slowly move up his back, and then gently hooked the ends of his hair.

Jiang Yufeng said coldly, "I feel it, Song Bihui, let go."

But Song Bihui didn't take it seriously, he said in a low and calm voice, "I just want to tidy Master's hair."

"Really, you seem to like braids?" Jiang Yufeng looked at him meaningfully, then raised his chin slightly, and ordered, "Low your head..."

Song Bihui: "..."

After half a stick of incense, Zhong Yaoye suddenly heard the sound of footsteps going downstairs behind him.

She turned her head curiously, and saw Song Bihui's gloomy face at first glance, but her eyes widened in surprise at the second glance.

"Wow... the new hairstyle is not bad." She hesitated, then patted Huai Xu's arm next to her with a suppressed smile, "Look at your brother's braid, it's so cute."

Song Bihui couldn't help clenching his teeth instantly when he heard the sound. He closed his eyes in pain, but Jiang Yufeng, who was walking behind him, poked his head out with a light smile, "Does it look good? I made it up. I think my Hair braiding skills are definitely better than his."

Zhong Huaixu nodded repeatedly, then stared at the braid behind Song Bihui's ear, and said sincerely, "It's really cute."

Song Bihui has never been said the word "cute" by others in his life, and the cold air released by the current low mood seems to freeze the entire main hall.

But now he has no choice, after all, Jiang Yufeng made it up himself, and it would be a pity if it was torn down.

He could only be thankful in his heart that no other disciples in the main hall came back through the Xiumen at this moment, and no one saw his current appearance.

Otherwise, today would be the day he was pulled down from the altar.

"You must return, you don't need to be detained like this." Jiang Yufeng smiled lightly, "Don't you like it very much?"

"Uh..." Song Bihui stared at him blankly, and asked coldly, "Does Master like it?"

Jiang Yufeng paused suddenly, and found that Zhong Yaoye and Zhong Huaixu beside him suddenly shifted their expectant eyes to him again.

Little bastard, direct the fire on him.

"I made this up with my own hands, so I asked it knowingly." Jiang Yufeng raised his eyebrows and said calmly.

This kind of answer was obviously a bit conventional, and Zhong Yaoye and the others didn't hear any particularly interesting gossip, so they had to turn around without interest.

But as soon as they turned around, Jiang Yufeng pulled Song Bihui down, leaned into his ear and whispered, "It's mine, of course I like it, but my disciple, you are really brave."

Song Bihui felt the man's warm breath gently brushing against his neck, and felt that his breathing was stagnant, and his mind stopped turning for a moment.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and he stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Yufeng's narrow waist, but the man only twirled lightly, and then passed by him in a flash.

"Sit down and rest for a while, I will go back, just to calm down." Jiang Yufeng said something meaningful, and sat on the side of Zhong Yaoye and the others.

Song Bihui was left alone and remained silent for a long time.

"Nothing happened to you this time, right?" Zhong Yaoye raised his eyes and asked Jiang Yufeng who was beside him. She had a new jade hairpin on her head. It should be Zhong Huaixu who came out and brought another one for her. , Finally, it is no longer a random bamboo pen.

"It's okay." Jiang Yufeng picked up the teacup with warm water on the table, took a sip of tea, saw Song Bihui also sat back beside him, and immediately sighed, "But Immortal Master Huai Ling really A good stabber."

"If you speak ill of Master behind his back, you are not afraid of being heard by him." Zhong Yaoye joked with a smile.

"Master is busy with official duties on weekdays." Jiang Yufeng said calmly, holding the teacup, "Shouldn't be staring at us all the time."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the copper bell on the Mengxing Pagoda suddenly rang several times.

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng was expressionless.

"Senior brother, next dream walk... Take care." Zhong Yaoye's eyes were filled with pitiful sympathy for a while, "If you can't hold it anymore, then say something nice. Master loves you so much, and he will definitely not kill you. I have to go back."

The atmosphere in the main hall fell silent for an instant.

Why does the more I talk, the more I feel that the ominous is getting worse, Huai Xu silently put down his pen, but saw Song Bihui was thinking about something with his eyes downcast, while subconsciously stroking the braids behind his ears.

It's over, there are not many sober people left.Huai Xu thought sadly.

The meaning of opening the door is the beginning of all things, which is an excellent omen, but Jiang Yufeng basically sees through the extreme operation of Mengxing.

Although it is Jimen, it is just a signboard. Anyway, what will happen inside is usually either great sadness or great joy, and it is impossible to predict and determine.

Now he is afraid that he will suddenly find that he has just been born as soon as he enters the door, that would be too thrilling and exciting.

"When are you going to come in?" Zhong Yao asked at night seeing Jiang Yufeng lazily drinking tea with his chin propped up.

"Slow down for a while." Jiang Yufeng said lightly.

He is still working hard on mental construction.

Those memories of Xiumen were like a sharp knife, directly piercing his heart.

If it wasn't for Song Bihui's constant presence, he might still linger in it for a while.

"I heard that opening the door seems to be the most variable." Zhong Yaoye recalled, "Maybe there will be some good things?"

Jiang Yufeng felt that he had no expectations for this dream trip at all. He was unlucky when he was in trouble. As long as it was not particularly bad, he felt that it was the blessing of the patriarch.

"Forget it, let's go." He suddenly said quietly.

"So fast." Zhong Yaoye asked in surprise, she thought that Jiang Yufeng and Jiang Yufeng would stay a little longer, but she didn't expect that they would leave again after chatting for a few words.

After all, Mengxing hurts the body and heart, some disciples managed to get out of the door, and they wished to recuperate for half a year, and in the end they were driven in by Zhong Yaoye like pigs.

Song Bihui on the side still got up with a cold look, but the little braids behind his ears swayed slightly, which always made people feel like seeing the romantic prince of the Western Regions, which was very unusual.

Even Huai Xu couldn't help but take a second look.

It's a pity that this person has nothing to do with the word "fairy", but he is good at destroying flowers with tricky hands.

Only Jiangyu Feng can control him.

But at this moment, Jiang Yufeng looked at the heavy mottled door and fell into deep thought, always feeling a bad premonition rising from his heart.

"What is Master doing?" Song Bihui's voice was low and magnetic, ringing like an ancient bell in this silent ancient pagoda.

Jiang Yufeng quickly pinched his fingers, and for a moment, he counted "empty death" speechlessly.

"Uh..." It doesn't matter if I knew it earlier.He sighed.

"Dream walking is not accurate." But Song Bihui suddenly stepped forward and pulled him to his side, stretched out his hand and clasped his fingers, "It's not real, only me is, and from now on, Master will only count me. good."

But Jiang Yufeng smiled suddenly, "But when I saw you, I had distracting thoughts, so I couldn't be sure."

Song Bihui heard the sound, his eyes became deeper and deeper almost instantly.

But just when he couldn't help but want to lower his head to kiss the person in front of him, the person's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said calmly, "Let's see you inside the door, good disciple, remember to come and find your teacher earlier."

He was startled, but found that the door beside him had been pushed open suddenly.

When the dazzling light enveloped the two of them, Song Bihui clenched his teeth in anger.

This person has completely hooked his heart. Up to now, thousands of thoughts are about him alone.

It's really hard to stay calm.

But when he opened his eyes again, the person in front of him stopped him immediately.

He watched helplessly that the familiar person pulled away from him instantly in horror, which made him even more confused for a while.

"Master?" He hesitated.

But as soon as his voice came out, he saw "Jiangyu Feng" suddenly widen his eyes, as if he didn't know him, he took a big step back in panic again.

"Who are you!?" Both of them realized that something was wrong, and opened their mouths at the same time.

"boom!"

But the door of the house was suddenly blown open by a strong wind, which interrupted their conversation in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, another Jiang Yufeng, dressed in Gouzhu's white clothes, fell into the house like a white crane with a long sword in his hand. When he saw Song Bihui, his eyes lit up immediately, and he threw himself into the man's arms.

"Hurry up and stop yourself!" Jiang Yufeng hurriedly said, and then looked anxiously at the gate.

"Huh?" Song Bi looked back at the person in his arms and was stunned.

But at the moment when he came back to his senses, there was another handsome man with a cold and gloomy face like a murderous god, with slightly swaying hair and clothes, outside the door.

The man casually held a beautiful sword flower, but when he saw the scene inside the room clearly, he was also stunned for a moment.

The atmosphere became silent and strange in an instant.

Jiang Yufeng and Song Bihui, who are in pairs, look at each other in this delicate atmosphere.

For a while, I felt that my mood was extremely complicated.

"Did you do anything to me?" Song Bihui suddenly said quietly.

"Nothing." Jiang Yufeng opened his innocent eyes and looked up at the man, "I just touched his arm, and he became angry, but don't worry, his muscles are not as good as yours. Comfortable."

"Uh……"