Rebirth of the tyrant love husband

The water of Lianhua Lake is rippling and sparkling.

Chu Fenghua lay on the shore, lifted the rough and messy hair on his face, and looked at the face reflected in the lake water, it was his own face, there was nothing wrong with it.

But why didn't Nie Xiu and the others know him?He got up and lay on his back on a big rock by the lake, thinking about it carefully.

Suddenly he slapped his thigh, and suddenly remembered that the faces of Nie Xiu and Zheng Ziqian just now were completely different from before. Zheng Ziqian looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old, and Nie Xiu was only in his twenties.

He touched his chin and thought, could it be that Master Pu Xian made him go back to the past, but why didn't he change himself?Thinking of this, he got up with the help of the big rock, and ran towards Ziwei Xianshan with the bowl in his hand.

Passing through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, I ran on the deserted path, running from noon to sunset, and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain before dark.

There is a clear spring at the foot of the mountain, gurgling and crystal clear.

He leaned over and scooped up the water with a bowl. The mountain spring was very sweet. He drank it happily, threw the bowl aside, squatted by the clear spring, and washed his face and hair in a smooth manner.

The evening wind blew through the damp water vapor, and his wet long hair gradually dried up.

When the hair was completely dry, he found another strong grass and tied his long hair low behind his head. After all, he was going to meet the person he wanted to see, so how could he not do it well?

He hid the bowl in a bag around his waist, and then climbed up step by step on the narrow stone steps like a ladder. As expected, ordinary people's physical strength is limited. sweat.

By the time we reached the top of the mountain, it was completely dark.

The moon and stars were scarce, and the magpies did not return to their nests for the first time. They formed a line that could not be seen, and flew past his head in unison.

He hid behind a pine and cypress and stopped to rest for a while, thinking to himself that the Cowherd and Weaver Girl really had such a big row that there were magpies as bridges.

After resting, I came to the gate of Ziwei Fairy Mountain.

There were two gatekeeper disciples standing at the door. He didn't remember their faces very clearly. After all, there were so many disciples in the Ziwei Immortal Sect, it was common for them not to be able to remember their names and appearances. A disciple of Ziwei Xianmen.

"Who are you?" One of the strong disciples raised his hand to stop him.

Only then did Gu Wanqing remember her identity as a beggar, she quickly lowered her head and took out her pocket, took out the bowl, and held it out in front of their eyes.

"Little master, little master, just listen to me. My family lives far away from here. I wanted to come here to do business, but I didn't want to meet robbers on the way. They robbed me of all my money and only left me It's just a bowl, I don't have anything to go back, so I have to beg for some food here."

Seeing his snot, tears, and misery, the two disciples looked at each other, and one of them said: "Then wait a moment, I'll report to my Immortal Venerable first."

After a while, the disciple came out.

"Come in with me. Today is my immortal's birthday. You came just in time for the feast, so you can have a good meal to fill your stomach."

"Thank you little master...thank you..." Gu Wanqing nodded her head in a hurry, thanking her in a hurry.

The disciple led him to turn left and right, through lush flowers and trees, and waterfalls splashing with water, to the brightly lit banquet hall.

There are a lot of people in the banquet hall, from various sects and factions, the voices are noisy, there are about ten or eight people at a table, drinking and guessing, playing and singing to help the fun, all having a great time.

The disciple led him straight to Nie Xiu's direction, Gu Wanqing searched everywhere for Shen Yan's figure, but found nothing, so he had to follow the disciple to Nie Xiu's side in desperation.

When Nie Xiu saw him, he recognized him immediately, "Aren't you the beggar in the city? How can you say you are the businessman who was robbed?"

Gu Wanqing smiled all over her face, and said in a low voice: "I heard that today is the birthday of Immortal Ziyan, so... I want to join in the fun..."

"Nie Xiu, who's here?" A voice came from the inner hall.

Gu Wanqing froze for a moment, her heart skipped half a beat, this voice...he was all too familiar with it.