The people in the small courtyard neighed, like a spring breeze, seemingly relaxed, but there was always a tense atmosphere in the faint air. After all, even if the previous experience, including rebirth, horse rebirth, horse return to the city, rescue people and medicine, and so on, all went smoothly, but now they are not out of danger.

Moreover, to add insult to injury, as time passed, Yang Ao felt that the divine breath in his body was getting weaker and weaker, which could almost be described as "as thin as a gossamer", and at the same time, those memories transferred from the Heavenly Clan's Sword Emperor Yuan Shen, especially the supernatural changes and extraordinary abilities such as Mixed Yuan Jue, invisibility, and blindness, also quickly disintegrated and dissolved like ice floes in hot water.

In other words, the current Yang Ao is gradually changing from a young sword emperor with super powers in the god realm to a young master dart head in the human realm who only has a mere sword attendant cultivation.

It can also be said that he is being reduced from a god to a man.

This point, like a dense and cold dark cloud, shrouded Yang Ao's heart, and it was also slowly eating away at his passionate and surging will.

I'm not mortal!

I am the Sword Emperor of the Heavenly Kingdom of the Divine Realm!

I am God! I am God!!

......

With the divine thoughts of the Heavenly Sword Emperor, we returned to the autumn of that year.

The realm of the gods, which is thousands of calamities away, is a country of nature.

It is said that the giant tree of the divine tree transformed by the arrow of Hou Yi, the great mother of all living beings in this country, seems to be not affected by the seasons at all, and flourishes all year round. Of course, while this sacred tree stands tall in the sky and is born by the common people, it is almost obscuring the sky.

On a high platform of several feet, a graceful and luxurious woman had her hair in a high bun on her head, and her hands naturally hung down and folded in front of her.

On her body is a bright yellow wide-sleeved skirt, with four kinds of silk threads of blue, red, silver and black, embroidered with the four family emblems of light, fire, gold and water. The long skirt dragged on the platform, and the elegant and maternal face was full of solemnity and solemnity.

At the foot of the high platform, it is full, prostrate and kneeling to worship hundreds of men and women, uniformly dressed in blue brocade robes, wearing various crowns and hats on their heads, or with colorful gorgeous beads.

Between the high platform and the crowd, the one who also bowed down to salute was a handsome child in his teens with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

There was no one at the scene who spoke, only the sound of the wind blowing, picking up the rustling leaves.

I saw that this child, with no one to guide him, stood up by himself, slowly, quietly, solemnly, took off his brocade robe and underwear one by one, and finally revealed his white and immature body.

It's a boy.

The eyes of the high-ranking woman showed a loving light. She raised her right hand slightly, pointing to the red, bottomless pool behind the boy.

Under the gaze and blessing of everyone, the boy took a firm step and walked straight into the water through the gentle and sloping white sand.

The crimson pool of water seems to have an undercurrent like ink surging in it, gradually sinking over the knees, legs, chest and abdomen...... The boy raised his arms, took a sharp breath, and plunged headlong into the heart of the pool.

Underwater, it was surprisingly quiet, and the ears seemed to be very tightly sealed by something, and there was not a single splash or bubble churning sound to be heard.

However, I can hear my own heartbeat.

This surprised the boy, but more often than not, he was afraid.

Those black streams mixed in the pool water, according to the elders of the clan, are all the dark iron on the Houyi Divine Arrow.

These undercurrents seemed to be alive and sentient, circling and swirling around the boy's body.

The boy was even more frightened when he saw this. Because this red pool of water is like blood, and the black current that is stirring around is more like countless man-eating pythons. Either way, for a teenager, it's quite terrifying.

In the boundless panic and uneasiness, the teacher's powerful enlightenment came from his ears: Yang Ao, I only hope that you will stick to the Yuan Shen and fight to the end!

Just as a walker in the darkness found a light, the sound of a heartbeat became closer and clearer...... Just when the breath before entering the water was about to be held back, the "black snakes" swimming beside him suddenly gathered and clinged to the boy's body. At the same time, a bone-chilling coldness wrapped the small body tightly.

......

Uncle Zhang, who was old and tired on the side, couldn't detect Yang Ao's heart-to-toe chill at the moment. But the black horse, which had just had a name, snorted twice in his nose, dug the grass twice with his wide and powerful silver hooves, leaned over his face, and rubbed it a few times beside the young master's shoulder.

"Xuanxue...... Xuan Xue, don't make trouble, don't make trouble......" Yang Ao was interrupted by these rather intimate frictions, and he regained his senses. As soon as he wanted to say something to Uncle Zhang, he heard two gongs outside the door, followed by someone shouting loudly at the top of his throat-

"I understand everything~~! The city lord has an order! From today, there will be a curfew! From today, there will be a curfew!"

Listening to the voice, it should be the post guard of this Laojun Cave, beating the gong to announce the instructions of the peak. According to this estimate, the vanguard of the City Lord's Mansion should have arrived here, but I don't know how many came, and it can be concluded that not only the four gates of Nahaotian City were closed and a curfew was introduced, but all post stations, large and small towns outside the city were affected.

Zhang Bo listened carefully, and when the post guards who were beating gongs and spreading words along the street walked away, he said in a low voice: "Shaodong, looking at this momentum, it's better to leave earlier." ”

Yang Ao didn't answer, only stared and thought.

It is said that after the thieves seal the city, they will search the city, and at the same time, they will inevitably send troops out of the city to track the surrounding places. And the biggest possibility is the ancestral business of the Yang family in Laojun Cave in the south of the city, Jianxin Villa. Therefore, this place must not be left for long. This is one of them.

Second, since the city lord has issued a curfew, he must have listed the three of us as fugitives, and he will also issue notices in the four markets with a reward for his arrest. If we are correct, whether we are traveling during the day or at night, we will definitely encounter patrolling or pursuing armor.

Once the two sides meet, there will be a battle. But, with my current state, not to mention protecting my sister and Uncle Zhang, even protecting myself is estimated to be enough.

How can this be?!

Just when I was thinking here and there was nothing to do, I heard the wooden door "bang" again, and someone knocked on the door outside.

"Who?!" Yang Ao subconsciously responded, not seeing Uncle Zhang's anxious red face and swaying hand next to him, meaning that the young owner must not agree, let alone open the door, alas!

However, there was no reply outside, only knocking on the door continuously, and knocking rhythmically. Yang Ao couldn't help but listen quietly, and suddenly felt a sigh in his heart, feeling that something was wrong! The sound of the door knocking was very urgent, but very regular. First one beat, then a pause of about one second, and then two consecutive beats, relatively short.

One long and two short, repeat three times!

Isn't this the code I told Uncle Zhang before I left?

Except for me and Uncle Zhang, and the unconscious little sister, there was no fourth person present at the time, how could they be here, knocking on the door with a code that only we know?

A very strange sensation, like a twisted vine, quickly climbed up from behind the backbone, and the roots of the ears and the scalp were numb.

Now who is this knocker?!

With a complicated mood of incomparable curiosity and surprise, Yang Ao took off the hat and hung it behind his back, leaning against the gap in the wooden door to peek out, while holding a sword in his right hand, ready to meet the unknown sneak attack or attack at any time.

Through the crack in the door, he saw a face.