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There is a tea shop not far from the Suzaku Castle Gate.

Because of its proximity to the Imperial City, the street outside the Suzaku Gate is a place where the river flows from morning to night, although this tea shop is not big, but because of the geographical advantage, the business has always been very good.

Especially now that it's afternoon, it's the best thing to have a bowl of tea after you've had a full meal.

So the business in the tea shop was very good, and the twenty or so tables were full, and the tables for four people were sat into the Eight Immortals Table by the guests.

The business is very good, and the tea boss is naturally dazzled, but whenever he stops to rest and wipe a handful of sweat, his eyes can't help but glance at a place, and every time he looks, the joy brought by the business is too good will dim a little.

The place he looked at was an ordinary but not ordinary table in his tea shop.

I say ordinary, because this table, like the other tea shops, is an ordinary wooden table for drinking tea.

It's not ordinary, and that's because...... Of the entire tea shop, only this table was still empty.

It is also inappropriate to say that it is empty, because there is one guest and only one there.

Outside the tea shop, there are still many customers who are not in a hurry chatting with each other, using some boring gossip to pass the time of waiting in line for seats.

It's just a tea shop, and the business is so good that there are people queuing, so you can see how helpless the tea owner is when he looks at the almost empty table.

It's not that there are no guests who can't wait, and they can't help but want to go over and share a table on the tea table where there are at least three empty seats.

But without exception, when they approached the table, they would always shake their bodies and then retreat silently and in fear.

The aura near that table...... It's cold.

The coldness of killing.

Naturally, this coldness could not have come from the tea table itself, but the only person sitting at the edge of the table, out of place with the surroundings.

This is a young man with a stoic face, dressed in a light gray suit, with his head down, just silently drinking the tea that has already been cold in his hand, from a distance, it is no different from an ordinary ranger.

The cold aura emanated from him, but it only wrapped the tea table, and there was no diffusion in the slightest, so the guests at the table next to him didn't feel wrong, at most they wondered why the table was so empty.

The coldness emanating from the young man was deliberate, because he didn't want to be at the same table with others, because he couldn't be distracted at the moment, and because he didn't want people to interfere with his observations, so he, who had always been cautious and forbearing, had to expose himself to a special position.

With his head down and drinking tea, the young man had been keeping this repetitive and mechanical action for half a day, and from the tea owner's memory, the young man had been keeping this action for three days.

For three days, he was always the first to sit down in the same seat at the same tea table, and then he didn't say anything, just silently ordered a pot of tea.

This pot of tea, he can drink it from the dawn until the sky is full of stars and the tea shop closes.

It's a weirdo.

The tea boss could only comfort himself like this, and then endured the sadness of losing a well-made tea table, and took care of the rest of the guests at the table with joy and sorrow.

With the vision of the tea boss, of course he didn't see that what the young man has done in the past three days is not only the action of bowing his head and drinking tea.

There is also an occasional flash of light, scanning the sharp eyes at the Suzaku City Gate!

He was observing, observing the defenders at the Suzaku Gate, the number, the state, the time of the change of guards, the loopholes, all these things, he was observing.

This is the third day, which is why Zhou's breath is getting colder and colder.

Because...... He found no loopholes.

The Imperial Palace is the center of power in the Tang Dynasty, and it is naturally the most heavily guarded place.

The defenders of the city gate elsewhere may still be slack, but the defenders inside and outside the imperial city will not be at all, and they dare not have the slightest slackness.

This made the young man's breath more and more unstable, and his stoic countenance gradually became anxious.

With his martial arts, it was not too difficult to break into the imperial city.

But...... His purpose was not as simple as just breaking into the Imperial City, he wanted to ...... Bring someone out from inside.

A person who may have been seriously injured and is not good at walking.

It's just him, the palace Ouchi can come and go freely, but if he brings another seriously injured person, it may not be, so he must come up with a foolproof way to bring people out safely!

The Vermilion Bird Gate was the breakthrough he chose, and there was nothing else, because he had walked through this gate several times, and it was the most familiar place in the terrain of the city gates around the Imperial City.

Pity...... Nothing.

Just when the young man was so anxious that he had unconsciously pinched out two cracks in the teacup in his hand, his eyes darkened, and a dark shadow blocked his view of the Suzaku Gate.

It was when he was upset, and at this time someone dared to touch his brow, and the anger in the young man's heart was suddenly ignited.

Bang!

The teacup finally couldn't withstand the young man's strong palm, and was pinched and shattered suddenly, and the cup crumbs and the cold tea splashed around.

The young man's hand waved at this moment, and a strong force fanned away the broken debris.

Puff puff puff!

In midair, whether it was a cup of crumbs or tea, it turned into a mess of arrows in the sky, and rushed towards the black shadow that blocked his vision.

Whoever dares to stand in front of him at this time will have only one word: kill!

I'm afraid this black shadow is just a stunned blue, and he accidentally broke into the cold aura he laid down, right?

With a wave of his hand, the young man couldn't help but think so.

Because although the speed of the broken arrow is very fast, if it is a different master, there must be time to react and dodge.

But the shadow did not.

He still stood like that, I don't know if he didn't notice it, or if he was already scared stupid, just stood like that, letting countless random arrows approach his body.

Thereupon...... The young man's eyes widened suddenly.

Arrows, lots of arrows, rushed into the shadows, and then ......

Without bringing up a little bit of blood, it was pierced again!

This black shadow seemed to be just a shadow in the sun, and without a substance, it would naturally not be injured by the young man's sudden arrows.

But how could he be a shadow?

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but my temper is good!"

The young man's eyes were still wide open, and there was a voice in his ears.

His expression became a little strange at this moment, and the young man suddenly turned his head, surrounded by dark shadows in front of him.

"Hidden Soul-sama!"

After truly seeing the true face of the black shadow, the young man's anger disappeared, and he hurriedly bowed respectfully to the black shadow. (To be continued.) )