In reality, there will be many possibilities, and there will be many impossibilities, but more, there are still possibilities.

Right now, inside and outside the door, because of this incredible possibility, I was suddenly embarrassed.

The occasional Guanghua treasure in the Juyuan Xiangyi shop was carried in that bulging baggage, but even if he had the unattainable glory of the Sword Emperor, even if he unintentionally opened the doppelganger method and copied another self, Yang Ao still couldn't understand the subtleties in it, and he couldn't solve the problem of how to merge again after the doppelganger.

This made him extremely anxious.

Perhaps, he is not afraid of the bloody reality, but he is full of fear of the foggy unknown.

Everything can only be followed by fate.

So Yang Ao plans to give it a try. Even if there are 10,000 unexpected or even unexpected possibilities when opening this door, you must try it head-on!

The wooden door creaked and slowly opened, a gust of wind passed, and the shadows of the trees swayed, making people a little trance.

A figure wearing a hat, a black robe, and a black scarf stood opposite, dressed the same as Yang Ao, and also like an iron tower.

"This-" Uncle Zhang beside him was frightened by the strange scene in front of him, shaking his white beard, trembling his mouth, and unable to speak for a long time.

"Who are you?"

Yang Ao clenched his broken sword tightly and asked in a raised voice, his whole body full of vigilance. Although the other party is like himself in the mirror, he has no horse, no backpack, and no mixed spirit sword in his hand, it is difficult to judge whether he is friend or foe.

The people outside the door also had a trace of surprise in their eyes, but it was fleeting, and they replied coldly: "I am the Glory of the Heavenly Sword Emperor of the Divine Realm, Yang Ao of the Heavenly Clan." Who are you?"

Yang Ao's heart moved when he heard this, and it seemed that some pictures of red water and white sand flashed in his mind.

At the same time, the broken sword in his hand trembled, emitting a faint dragon groan.

Oh, yes...... Who am I?

Am I still the high-spirited and smiling Divine Realm Sword Emperor?

Am I still the genius boy who broke into the pool of blood alone and united man and sword?

No, it's not!

After passing through the coldness and darkness of 36,000 eons and coming to this strange human world, from that moment on, I have lost the glory of the Sword Emperor, the admiration of all people, the dazzling aura given by the innate divine tree, and the helpless blankness, boundless pain and endless hatred in vain!

The one who wandered alone in front of the Peak of Hate and didn't want to return for a long time was just a desperate lonely soul who had no way out......

"I'm Yang Ao!!"

A mysterious light burst out of the sky, cutting through a half-moon-like arc, with a piercing scream!

Red blood, like beads and tears, splashed on the mottled wooden door.

There is no way to dodge this sword that is too fast to see. Because, by the time you want to dodge, you're dead.

The person outside the door staggered back a few steps while covering the wound that pierced his chest and abdomen and cut his heart and lungs, and although his handsome face was covered by a black scarf, he could still feel the floating expression, mixed with surprise, relief, and desolation.

"Heh......!" the man looked down at the blood on his palm, and suddenly laughed intermittently, and streams of blood overflowed from his mouth, soaking his face towel and placket.

"Very, ahem, good...... Yang Ao ...... "The man plopped down, struggled, and used his last breath to say something that felt familiar, but a little unfamiliar:"...... I only hope that you will stick to the original god and fight to the end!"

......

The wind stops, the leaves fall, and people die.

With the sudden and resolute sword, the blood of the doppelganger outside the door splashed on the spot, turned into a ray of light and shadow in a blink of an eye, flashed twice, and then dissipated in the transparent air. And Yang Ao, who was holding a sword in a lunge, still maintained the posture after splitting the sword.

There is no edge in the broken sword, and there is no trace in the blood.

In fact, no one knows why Yang Ao slashed this deadly sword, slashing at the "me" that seems to be true and false, including himself.

Is it for a shame, or a relief for a thousand sorrows?

Or is it to break with the nightmarish memories that keep haunting memories?

Even, there is no reason at all, just to have a good time!

Yes!

It's been a long time since I've had this pleasure!

A mouthful of blood, spurting out like a flying arrow, stained the masked black scarf red. Yang Ao finally couldn't support it, lost his strength and fell to his knees, and slammed his sword on the ground.

"Young Owner ......"

Uncle Zhang called out in a trembling voice and pulled Yang Ao, who was almost collapsed, back into the courtyard. Although he couldn't explain what he had just witnessed, the white-bearded old man knew that the tired young man in front of him was the young master of the Zhiyuan Dart Game, the seed of revenge, and his only sustenance and hope.

"Take Miss, let's go. Yang Ao wiped the blood from his mouth, stood up straight, and glanced at the grass huts, green vines, and old trees in the courtyard.

Uncle Zhang answered the promise, choked back tears, went into the house to help Yang Ruoqing, who was lying in bed, carried the heavy burden, and placed it on the caravan together, and led a few mules and horses to go out hand in hand.

In Kenshin Villa, the two broken wooden doors were closed again, and the blood stains that were originally splashed on them had quietly disappeared. A large lock with a patina, upright and fastened in the middle, reflecting the bright sun at noon, emitting a dazzling light.

......

It is a post town, and it is currently lunchtime, and there are few pedestrians on the streets of Laojun Cave.

A sword slashed another self, Yang Ao's heart seemed to have been relieved of a thousand pounds of burden, but the road ahead was endless, auspicious and uncertain, just like a person groping in the dense jungle overnight, always feeling that there were countless pairs of eyes shining with cold light around him.

If fate can be reconciled, who will embark on a journey and walk the rivers and lakes? If the homeland has not been invaded, who is willing to carry their bags and go away?

Yang Ao wore a broken sword at his waist, a low-pressure hat, and led the way with a dark horse of Xuanxue. Uncle Zhang sat sideways on the edge of the caravan, raised a long whip in his hand, and drove the caravan all the way. Yang Ruoqing's strength has not yet recovered, and she reclined in the carriage with the curtain covered and closed her eyes to recuperate.

From here, go all the way south, cross the official road in front of the post, and after about ten miles, you will enter a mountain forest called Qingniuling. Legend has it that Lao Tzu once made a living in a nearby valley and raised cattle to cultivate immortals. After crossing this mountain range and walking a little bit of the old road, he left the territory of Haotian City and entered the boundary of another country.

This route is the result of the joint discussion between Yang and Zhang. The reason is very simple, Haotian City is close to the southern border, adjacent to Ye Langguo, where Uncle Zhang's old friends can take refuge. As long as the border is crossed, it will be difficult for the pursuers of the City Lord's Mansion to exert themselves, no matter how powerful they are.

Starting from the Laojun Cave Post Station to the south, after the Qingniu Ridge, the terrain begins to climb gradually, the lofty mountains and mountains are endless, so the carriages and horses come and go, usually bypass by the post road, about 300 miles; In order to avoid the pursuit and shorten the distance at the same time, Yang Ao and the others planned to take a risk and choose the third way.

This road must cross an unnamed path hidden at the bottom of the valley. Although it has been abandoned for many years, it is more bumpy, and the people along the road are also very sparse, but the whole journey only takes 100 miles, which is more than half of the other paths.

And, according to Uncle Zhang, he had walked this road more than twenty years ago.

Just as Yang Ao and the three of them were driving off, the city lord's mansion also completed an emergency discussion. The angry Fu Yin learned that Yang Ao was not dead, and roared at everyone present, including Li Yuan and the other generals, all scolded a dog's blood spray, and slashed the heads of more than a dozen security guards and the second master of the porter on duty. Then the soldiers divided into five routes, searched and pursued.

These five routes of soldiers and horses went from house to house in the city, robbing money and women, and wantonly plundering; the other four roads set off from the four city gates respectively, and traced the traces of Yang Ao and the three along the way. Especially on the south gate road, led by Li Yuan and a strong general, the focus is on sending an additional 300 dingjia.

It can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, for Jianxin Villa, the ancestral business of the Yang family, Li Yuan only heard about it and never came to it, so he inquired left and right along the way, ran a lot of wronged roads, and also delayed a lot of time. When he arrived in front of him, the villa was already empty, and he hated Li Yuanqiqi to smoke, and he was not allowed to eat the food of his subordinates, so he just hurried up and went straight to Qingniuling.

If you ask Li Yuan why he also goes to Qingniuling, the reason is very simple, because this is the only place to go out of the customs to the south.