"You dog, if it weren't for the old lady's family who gave you a bundle, how could you still want to take a concubine in today's beautiful days?"

"You dominatrix, you are prone to insult a certain person, a certain good man, but if you want to take a concubine, how can you stop you!"

"You...... How dare you ...... like this" The voice trembled with anger, and the tone was raised again, "The shit-eating fang, if you dare to take a concubine, the old lady will chop you up and feed the dog!"

"That's fine, I share the same bed with you every day, or be chopped up and fed to the dog!"

Li Yuanfang, who returned home, lay on the bed, covering a pair of big ears in distress, feeling that his head was buzzing.

The neighbors are arguing again.

Obviously separated by an alley, three walls, two doors, very slight movement, but it seemed to happen in the ears, the fat woman's scolding and Uncle Zhao's desperate resistance made Li Yuanfang himself desperate.

He finally couldn't hold back, stood up, and glanced at the wall a little crampedly, and saw that the lights were still bright, and the sound of crackling and falling things, fighting, and cursing was endless.

He jumped off the wall and rolled up the quilt to cover his head with some distress: "I want to sleep......

There was a sudden shock in his ears, but the fat woman over there finally went berserk, and let out an earth-shattering roar: "Pickled thief, if you dare to take a concubine, the old lady will kill your good friend!"

Li Yuanfang helplessly poked her little head out of the quilt, and her big ears hung down weakly.

"Or ...... Sleeping at Master Di's house?"

He rolled up the quilt, put it on his small shoulder, climbed up the wall with some difficulty, like a runaway bear child, and walked in the direction of Changle Fang.

......

Li Bai was lying on the roof, as if his whole body was broken, his neck hurt, his arms hurt, his waist hurt, and his legs hurt......

Dinisha sat on the edge of the cornices of the roof, covering her mouth and chuckling.

"There is a saying that is spread on our side, and it is said that the emperor who ruled the land of warriors himself said: War is bloody training, and training is bloodless war, and the more you sweat during training, you will shed less blood in wartime, and this sentence is for you. ”

Li Bai was speechless, and said in his heart, I am afraid that I don't know that when I go to bed every night, if I don't die dozens of times in my dreams, my heart is not steady, and when it comes to training hard, I am afraid that no one in this world can compare with him.

He sighed, he had overestimated his own progress and underestimated the gap between the Grandmaster and the Sage.

However, his heart is full, after all, he has gained a lot from playing with a skilled swordsman like Denissa.

The sword pill that forcibly devoured that martial artist immortal before, the remaining sword intent was gradually absorbed by him at this moment, and he gradually comprehended some of the true meaning of the martial arts immortal swordsman's swordsmanship, which was of great benefit to his swordsmanship.

This is because the stage corresponding to the cultivation of the Jindan at the life level is actually the Sage, but the strength is far from enough, so he can appreciate the true meaning of the human immortal swordsmanship at this stage.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the grandmaster level to cross the two levels to feel the human immortal sword intent, and there would only be one ending - exploding and dying.

He unscrewed the gourd, wiped some of the wounds and bruises on his body, then took a sip and handed it to Denissa.

"Isn't there mine?" Di Renjie, who was lying beside him, as if he was asleep, said suddenly.

Li Bai's face darkened: "Take the wine bottle yourself." ”

Di Renjie went to get the wine bottle and didn't care about this kind of differential treatment at all.

A gourd of wine was quickly drunk, Li Bai lay on his back, staring at the stars in the sky, this night scene is far more beautiful than the present world.

He suddenly thought of something, and when he touched it from the Qiankun ring, he actually took out half a pack of cigarettes for the first time in a long time, and couldn't help laughing.

"I didn't expect it to be. ”

He popped one out and held it in his mouth, and the Qiankun ring contained his luggage, and there were a few changes of clothes in it, in fact...... I haven't washed it, so I still have half a pack of cigarettes in my pocket that I haven't smoked in a long time.

I took a lighter and put it to my mouth, and when I exhaled and breathed, I swallowed the clouds and smoked.

"What is this?" asked Denisha.

Li Bai smiled: "Is it handsome?"

Denisha shook her head and frowned, "It smells weird, it's bad. ”

Li Bai is not surprised, many little boys feel very handsome and cool when they first smoke, in fact, more than 95% of girls are disgusted with boys smoking.

A dark shadow suddenly flashed on the roof not far away, and when he looked at it, it was a man in a navy blue night suit, walking like flying, and he was also walking on the ground on the roof, and he was about to be a strong man at the level of a martial arts master.

Li Bai frowned and said, "You don't care?"

Di Renjie lay on the roof by himself, looking up at the stars in the sky, his smile became more and more intense, he just drank the wine, although the amount was less, but he was still very satisfied.

He chuckled and said, "It's almost three shifts." ”

"Every day, people with bad intentions come to Chang'an, so every day is very busy. ”

"When the vacation is over, let's serve it again. ”

"And besides......"

Di Renjie's smile became indifferent.

"The ghost of Chang'an is not just a legend, maybe after today, I will never see that person again. ”

......

Yang Hu silently stared at the figure prostrate on the roof, motionless.

The man, dressed like him, was dressed in a navy blue night suit, holding the short soldier tightly, and even if the mosquitoes were lying on him and feasting, he still did not move, like a dead man.

There was not the slightest breath on their bodies, and if it weren't for the higher ground they were on and the same peers, it would have been impossible to find that person.

"That's a good professional. ”

"When I came, he was already lurking there, silent, like a dead man. ”

Some were secretly wary.

In the darkness, there were many people dressed like them, and their purpose was naturally the same - the door.

Legend has it that Chang'an was built on an ancient creation, and all the organs of the entire Chang'an, including the Yuan Qi Cannon that can destroy an entire army with a single cannon, rely on this creation to maintain energy.

One can imagine what kind of terrifying power it contains.

Some people say that it is a book of heaven left over from ancient times, others say that it is the energy core of the Tower of the Sun that was destroyed by Hou Yi, and some say that it is actually a legendary ark.

But no matter which one it is, it is the most precious terrifying existence in the world, containing the secrets of the gods.

Whether it was the Great Grandmaster of Yin and Yang or anyone else, their only purpose in coming to Chang'an was to steal this creation.

Even if it's not stealing, just take a look at the inscription engraved on it.

The night clothes are not as black as they are in the TV series, and they are mostly black.

Because although the night can absorb bright light, the black hole is often very conspicuous.

On the contrary, it is navy blue, which blends more perfectly into the night, making it difficult to notice its shape.

Suddenly, the twilight drum sounded on the top of the city.

In the dark Suzaku Avenue, the Suzaku Gate guarded by the Thousand Cow Guards suddenly changed, and the vermilion gate with the inscription "I want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon" disappeared, and was replaced by a pitch-black gate that seemed to lead to the depths of hell suddenly stood in the darkness.

The hearts of these people in nightwear pounded, the door!

It turns out that the door is Suzaku Gate!

No wonder no one has ever found it before.

The door was like a link between the world and hell, and an eerie aura slowly permeated from it.

Gradually, the walls of their place became mottled, dust spilled from the sky, and the whole world became foggy.

A strong sense of dread suddenly enveloped the minds of all lurkers, who found that they could not see through the hazy fog despite their amazing eyesight.

The next moment, the sound of chains clashing in the fog sounded, followed by a scream, and everything was calm again.

In this way, one scream after another sounded continuously.

Fear was like a cold devil's claw, suddenly clenching their hearts.

Gradually, the screams around became more and more sparse, Yang Hu and his companions trembled, and the fear in their hearts became more and more intense.

Finally, everything was calm.

"Is it our turn?"

The two remaining Assassins trembled, and one of them suddenly dropped his blade and ran backwards in a frenzy, only to hear the sound of chains, and the man screamed and fell off the roof.

Yang Hu's face turned pale, and he saw with his own eyes how everything happened this time.

The scythe-like chain was thrown out as if it were illusory, piercing his companion's body as if it were unreal, but it was immediately retracted.

Immediately, his companion was no longer alive.

And there wasn't even a single scar on his body.

His teeth creaked, this is the ghost of Chang'an...... Can it seduce the soul?

His gaze was gloomy as he looked at the only man still prostrate on the roof, still motionless, very well disguised.

Sure enough, it is the best psychological quality, and it can still survive until now.

At this moment, a trace of fierceness suddenly flashed in his desperate heart, and then he shouted loudly, and suddenly pounced on the man.

He didn't dare to run, because he knew that no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't go as fast as the chain.

So......

"Let's die together!"

"No one should think about it. ”

With the evil thoughts in his heart, the dagger in his hand shot more quickly and fiercely.

He grabbed the man's arm and stabbed him in the heart, but his face suddenly turned pale.

For he found that what he was grasping was soft and collapsed, not like an arm at all, but more like a puddle of mud.

He suddenly let go of his hand, and saw that it was already covered with scarlet, foul-smelling minced flesh.

Then he saw the man lying on the roof suddenly raise his head, and there were still a few white maggots on his rotten face, and he was smiling at him.

At the last moment when the world fell into darkness, Yang Hu's heart flashed such a thought: It turned out that he was motionless like a dead man, because he was ...... It's a dead man!