Haotian’s summer comes quietly with time.

Chang'an is a city with no shortcomings, except for its summer.

In June, the sun becomes brighter and brighter, the temperature becomes higher and higher, and the scorching heat envelopes the streets and alleys. Occasionally, the wind blows and the disgusting warm breath wilts the original green and full scenery.

The leaves turned yellow and purple on the grapes on the shelf, brought out the ice cubes from the homes of princes and nobles, and pushed open the doors and windows of ordinary people's homes.

Compared with the danger of theft, the horror of death from heat stroke is obviously greater. The miserable boys sat on the stone steps, feebly looking around, guarding against the thieves who also stayed at home to enjoy the cool air. The shopkeeper

The other family members carried bamboo chairs and buckets to the alley behind the street.

The alley is quiet and narrow, shaded by green maples, and does not receive much sunlight during the day. In addition, the night wind is blown up by the narrow alley, making it relatively cool when it blows on people.

Various bamboo beds and small square tables have completely blocked the narrow alleys backing the streets. Neighbors are lying on bamboo beds and chatting lazily, with melons and fruits soaked in well water placed on the small square tables next to them.<

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There were those who were accustomed to having fun in the midst of hardship, and even ate with their heads down while holding a bowl of oily noodles. The sweat from the chili peppers mixed with the sweat from the sweltering heat, and they used the formula of fighting poison with poison to deceive themselves that the night was not like that.

The heat is unbearable.

For practitioners like Jiuge, even if they are standing under the scorching sun, they can still sit cross-legged as usual.

He was wearing a loose and simple blue robe and black cloth shoes. His seemingly ordinary outfit gave him a sense of elegance and ease.

Just a soft "click" sound was heard from the iron rod in his hand, and fine sparks flickered on the dark stick, reflecting a light blue and deep light.

Jiu Ge lowered his eyebrows, closed his eyes tightly, folded his arms around his chest, and breathed evenly and long between his mouth and nose.

Wisps of air that were difficult to discern with the naked eye poured into his body along his nostrils, circulated along his tendons, then returned to his Dantian, and wandered through his limbs and bones again.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

Jiuge raised his head and looked at the sky.

It's a sunny day today, with clear blue clouds. Except that it's too dark, everything else is fine.

A slight smile appeared on Jiuge's lips.

Suddenly, the wind blew.

"Huh?" Jiuge frowned slightly, looking sideways into the distance.

In the direction of Zhuque Street, the temperature suddenly rose a lot.

"You still woke it up."

Jiu Ge didn't find it strange that Suzaku would wake up. Ning Que, who had never practiced spiritual practice, found it difficult for a practitioner to dig into the cave alone.

That black umbrella...

"Let's go and have a look." Jiuge murmured, immediately put away the iron rod and walked towards the direction of Zhuque Street.

As a great cultivator, if you can't see such a big Suzaku phantom, it would be too cheap.

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At this moment, Zhuque Street.

The Suzaku image carved in the center of the royal road is deeply rooted in the stone. It carries the history of the Tang Empire for more than a thousand years. It is unknown how many new and high-spirited kings it has ushered in, and how many people who have failed to defeat time have been sent away.

The old hero, his two eyes that are not angry but powerful are always so calm, never moved for a moment.

At this time, the eyes of the Suzaku portrait are still majestic as usual, but the right one of the three indescribably gorgeous top wings on its head is slowly raised, as if it is about to break through the stone surface and enter the real world!

The blood droplets scattered on the bluestones of Zhuque Street also began to evaporate and be purified, disappearing one by one. The extremely flat and shallow blood water between the stone cracks continued to evaporate and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally it came.

Under that big black umbrella, the blood followed the blood and entered Ning Que's body directly!

Fire is invisible, high temperature is insensible, and the invisible scorching breath seems to be able to incinerate everything in the world.

Somewhere on the roof, Jiuge watched all this silently.

Although Suzaku's blow was only at the peak of knowing his fate, it was fatal to Ning Que now.

Moreover, Jiuge didn't think he would ever calm down Suzaku's anger.

Now Suzaku seems to have identified Ning Que, and no matter what, he must kill him.

At this moment, a shadow fell down, crushing the poor ant to death with a soft crack.

The big black umbrella, blown by the morning wind, gently covered Ning Que's body, swaying gently like a black lotus. As the black umbrella swayed, the green leaves were instantly frozen into ice, and were gently blown by the morning breeze.

With a flick of the brush, countless tiny boulders are scattered.

An absolutely cold smell gradually released from the black umbrella, slowly and unstoppably seeping into Ning Que's hot body. After a while, the red on his cheeks and arms gradually faded, turning back to the snow-white color after serious injuries, and resting on his forehead

The hair in front of her eyes quickly turned black and shiny, and the nails on her hands resting on the bluestone regained their luster.

The Suzaku portrait on the stone street in the distance seemed to sense something. The majestic and solemn eyes were obviously calm as usual, but it felt like they were looking in the direction where Ning Que fell.

On Zhuque Street, under the big black umbrella, the young man who had been seriously injured for a long time had his eyes slightly blurred. In a daze, he seemed to see a young man in plain clothes walking towards him.

"This time is the last moment of friendship. I'll let you take a few less steps."

This was the last sound Ning Que heard before he fainted.

Jiuge looked at Ning Que, not sure whether he should be surprised or disappointed.

"I wonder if it was because of this black umbrella that you were targeted by Suzaku."

The Suzaku symbolizes justice and holiness, resisting foreign strongmen and protecting the safety of the people of the Tang Dynasty. The formation in the capital is the Jingshen Formation, and the Suzaku on Zhuque Street is the head of the formation. The Suzaku statue is a line written by the saint who built Chang'an.

The talisman and the divine talisman turned into a red bird. The saint who built Chang'an was the Confucius. The role of the red bird is to protect Chang'an, and its power is huge.

It stands to reason that Suzaku is a divine beast, free and spiritual, and will not target Ning Que without any reason.

But Suzaku targeted him twice.

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This is already the second time.

The first time was when Ning Que and Sangsang came to Zhuque Tianjie, the sky and the earth instantly changed color, flashing red light. Ning Que was suppressed by this force and fell to his knees. It was not until Sangsang opened the big black umbrella that the power was released.

It receded in an instant, and the world returned to its original sunny appearance.

Now is the second time.

Regarding Suzaku's attack on Ning Que, Jiuge didn't know because there were too many possibilities.

The first is that Ning Que and Sang Sang have lived together since childhood. However, Sangsang is the son of Pluto, so he naturally has Sang Sang's aura, so he may have created an imaginary enemy for Suzaku. Ordinary people may not be able to sense this dark aura.

But Suzaku is different, so it is very likely that it will attack Ning Que because of this.

The second is that Ning Que just killed someone, and his murderous intent was too bloody, which angered Suzaku. Of course, the possibility of this is too low and can almost be rejected.

Because there have been too many large and small killings in Chang'an in recent years, Duoning's lack of one person is not too much, and his lack of one person is not too much.

The third possibility is the most likely, and it is also the possibility that Jiuge thinks most.

The big black umbrella Ning Que was carrying was picked up by Sangsang when Ning Que fled. The big black umbrella was next to Sang Sang at the time, and Suzaku recognized the umbrella but not the person.

The so-called Pluto is actually the King of Ming, Haotian. Haotian is both light and dark, good and evil. The big black umbrella is used to protect his fragile body in the world. Therefore, Suzaku is very likely to see through the black umbrella.

The origin of the attack.

The big black umbrella is an artifact that protects Haotian. It is a corner torn from the night. It can isolate all attacks from invisible thoughts and is a treasure with powerful defense.

"But Ning Que, your Qi Sea and Snow Mountain are really incredible!" After using his telekinesis to lift Ning Que up, Jiu Ge also checked the condition of Ning Que's body, and sighed, "I have the sharp sword intention to borrow from you."

The wooden object entered the body, breaking the flesh and blood inside. It was probably the sword master's desperate blow, and the flames of Suzaku began to invade the body through the passage broken by the sword's will, instantly destroying the incomprehensible Qi.

Sea Snow Mountain, according to Tao theory, the snow mountain below the Qi Sea was directly destroyed. Logically speaking, you should go to see Haotian now. For some reason, at that time, another absolutely cold breath entered this guy's body.

As the snow mountain collapsed and melted, another snow mountain formed again!"

After the snow mountain in his body was destroyed, he didn't die on the spot. In fact, a snow mountain condensed again in the blink of an eye. The snow mountain in Ning Que's body was destroyed and reshaped. It seemed that he had a great opportunity, but he had no means to protect him.

, this kind of opportunity has turned into a disaster. If there is a slight mistake, he is likely to explode and die, but if someone comes to help in time, his life can be saved.

This kind of extremely brutal destruction and rebirth is basically equivalent to death. The snow-capped mountains in Ning Que's chest and abdomen are extremely unstable and may collapse at any time, and the aura there is so weak that it is close to nothingness, and the vitality is gone. If this guy wants

Survive unless someone uses extremely clever means to inject life into him again.

"I didn't give you this thing last time, but since you still hooked up with Pippi, let's leave you to him." Jiuge said, taking Ning Que directly to the second floor of the old library.

"Leave you here, whether you live or die, it depends on whether Pippi will come." Jiuge left the old library after leaving his words.

The swordsman Ning Que killed would probably be in trouble if he didn't wipe his behind.

Just treat it as a good person and do it to the end, sending Buddha to the West!
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