The thunder faded away, and the showers stopped.

The originally dense dark clouds were pulled by the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they were as light and thin as a gauze tent, as if there was nothing.

The miserable and lonely moonlight shone on the birch forest in the distance, black and white, full of shadows, just like the uncertain road ahead.

Yang Ao lifted his long sword, dragged his legs stained with mud and blood, and tiredly climbed to a high place, and found a relatively flat mountain rock to sit down.

In his mind, two selves appeared.

One, is the young master dart head of the Zhiyuan Dart Bureau, who was plotted not long ago, and was bloodied in the wilderness, leaving a scarred empty skin bag in vain.

The other is the young Sword Emperor of the Heavenly Country, who was also brutally murdered, his body turned into powder, and the Yuan Shen traveled through thousands of tribulations and came to the human world.

Two planes, one destiny.

Is this an accidental rebirth, or is it an inevitable rebirth?

Sitting on the rocks and looking from afar, the gentle slope where the corpses were lodging was surrounded by a circle of mounds, and only a small path connected to the outside world, like a huge grave pit.

It was this night that the group passed through this place, fell into the dilemma of not being able to find the village in front of the village and the store behind, and listened to Li Yuan's tricks, camped on the spot, buried the pot and cooked rice, planning to pass the night and continue to hurry tomorrow morning. It was also tonight that Li Yuan gathered three or four of his subordinates and threw colorless and tasteless disembowels into the wine......

Now, except for the self who has reorganized and gradually recovered, there is no one around him. Even the sturdy mules and horses and heavy dart boxes from before were nowhere to be found.

It is difficult to draw the skin of a tiger and draw bones, and it is difficult to know people and faces. Li Yuan's sworn and sincere face flashed in front of him. In the dart game, he is the most honest and willing to work weekdays, and he always likes to put "the young owner said, the young master has an order" in his mouth, and he waits diligently before and after the saddle. Who would have expected that in the end, he was shot by this old fox, and he was stabbed in the heart!

sarcasm, humiliation, self-blame...... Yang Ao closed his eyes in remorse. At the same time, with the injection of the Heavenly Sword Emperor Yuan Shen, his prostrated body felt two continuous heats, from the Baihui and Dantian two acupoints, one up and down, and spread out.

These two rays of heat, like a dragon and a tiger leaping, surged, quickly smoothed the scars all over the body, and like two sets of fast-running weaving machines, concentrated on the chest and back, repairing the broken organs and torn muscles properly.

Without spending time on tea, Yang Ao opened his eyes and glanced at the bleak night sky.

The moon is dull and the stars are shining.

The most important thing at the moment is to rush back to Haotian City and rescue my sister!

I vaguely remember that a group of people went out of the city today, originally planned to arrive in Shifeng Town ten days later, and came to the slope at three o'clock.

So it was about two hours from the city. Although it is not far away, this post road out of the city has always been empty and remote, except for a series of deserted graves and a few rocky hills on both sides, there is no one at all, and there is nowhere to find horses to borrow. Moreover, after a thunderstorm, the feet were already muddy, almost slippery three times, and it was difficult to speed up.

Thinking of Li Yuanyin smiling and saying how to treat the little sister, Yang Ao's heart was even more anxious.

Run! Must Run!

The blood-stained young man had just picked up his life from the brink of death, and now, he was lifting his long sword upside down, dragging his weak body like paper, gritting his teeth and running hard towards that concern and hope!

Maybe it was God bless Yang Gate, about three miles later, Yang Ao, who was almost prostration, saw that on the wasteland on the right side of the post road, there seemed to be a black shadow moving, as if there was the sound of horses' hooves.

When I looked at it, a group of wild horses came running out of nowhere, all of them were full of energy, raising their heads and shaking their hooves, as if the horses had descended to earth that day!

Yang Aoqiang was happy in his heart, and he didn't care about exploring it carefully, and he fell in love with a black-headed tall horse at a glance. He tentatively stepped forward and carefully stroked the black horse's forehead.

Strange to say, the horse seemed to recognize the young man in front of him, neither dodging nor resisting, only humming a few excited hot breaths from his nose.

People and horses do not have a word, but they are like old friends reunited, déjà vu, very tacit.

Yang Ao was overjoyed and jumped on the horse. The black horse raised its head and neighed, as if he understood the young man's thoughts, and he didn't need the reins to guide him, so he spread his hooves and ran towards Haotian City.

......

After a night of bloody rain, in front of the city, I have heard bursts of rooster crowing, and it is the dawn.

The sky was white, and the two old guards of the city were sleepy-eyed, yawning, pushing a heavy city gate. The other one has been opened to the side.

It is a perennial practice to open the door at sunrise and close at sunset. Xu poured an extra pot of yellow soup last night and overslept overly, so this door opened a little later this morning.

"It's all your fault...... If you blame me, won't you kill me!" one of the old guards scolded and complained.

"What are you yelling about! It's so early, and there's not a single ghost! Who will blame you?"

Before the other old soldier could finish speaking, a black shadow outside the city roared with the horse's hooves, knocking the two old bones to the ground.

"Let you talk nonsense!" The old man from before smashed the lantern and blew his beard and scolded: "This flying black shadow is not a ghost!"

This black shadow, of course, is not a ghost, but Yang Ao riding a black horse, galloping past.

All the way through the streets and alleys, in a blink of an eye has arrived at the dart game.

Yang Ao grabbed the horse's neck and jumped down, only to see that the gate was hidden and not like usual. Three steps and two steps crashed into the door, but there was a mess, and there was no one in the cold. He rushed straight to the inner house and walked into his sister's boudoir, where tables and chairs were scattered, and all kinds of porcelain bottles and utensils were shattered.

"These beasts!" Yang Ao roared angrily, turned around and ran out of the dart game, grabbed the black horse guarding the door, and was about to kill the city lord's mansion.

was lifting his sword and getting on the horse, when he suddenly heard an old voice behind him: "Young owner......"

When I turned around, I saw an old man with a white beard, trembling, frowning, and choking back tears.

"Uncle Zhang?" Yang Ao hurriedly turned around and supported the old man who was about to fall.

"Young Owner...... Gone...... The Zhiyuan dart game is gone. Miss She ...... I was also arrested......" the old man said, tears streaming down his face.

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry, speak slowly. Yang Aoqiang endured the anxiety in his heart and comforted.

"Oh, you can't be slow! I was robbed by the City Lord's Mansion last night......" The old man shouted hurriedly with his arms shaking.

"I know Uncle Zhang, I'll go over now!" Yang Ao gritted his teeth and finished speaking, took a step, and turned over on his horse.

Galloping all the way again, Yang Ao's mind flashed with memories.

In fact, the city lord's mansion wanted to marry the Yang family, and his father had mentioned it when he was alive, but he never agreed. The main thing is that Yin Gongzi of Nafu, who has always had a bad reputation, likes to mess with flowers and grass, crazy bees and butterflies, and specializes in the evil skills of picking yin and supplementing yang.

Although as a dart game, it has the opportunity to have a relationship with the government, and it can also have multiple backers when walking the rivers and lakes, but after all, it is his own daughter, who is willing to throw her into the fire pit? Not to mention, it is still the notorious evil cultivator who picks yin and supplements yang.

It was precisely because of the Yang family's repeated refusals that the City Lord's Mansion was quite disgraced, so they looked for some trouble every once in a while, and even more than once. Many dart masters disappeared inexplicably, or suffered tragic accidents, and many heavy darts were intercepted halfway, resulting in continuous claims and lawsuits. After several tosses, the business of the dart game plummeted, and the Yang family gradually declined. Yang Ao's parents were in a hurry, and they couldn't afford to get sick, and in less than half a month, they died one after another.

As the only son of the Yang family, Yang Ao had to take over the responsibility of taking charge of the dart head early, so he had the fateful trip mentioned above.

This single heavy dart, called Escort to Shifeng Town, is actually a scam, and a kill order was secretly issued, which must make Yang Ao die without a place to be buried!

......

The sound of horses' hooves shattered, and the sky grew brighter.

Near the city lord's mansion, the vendors and shops in the morning market are ready to open for business, and the Enrong archway at the entrance of the street stands majestically, as if an old man who has been weathered for a long time, quietly waiting for something.

Looking at it from a distance, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion was draped in red and green, and a group of servants were busy going in and out, and Yang Ao's eyes flashed with vengeful anger. However, he suddenly thought of a question: including Li Yuan and Fu Yin, those guys should all think I was dead. Could it be that he walked in with such a swagger? Although with the Dao of the Heavenly Clan's Yuan Shen, he could still use some spells, but this body was too weak...... Alas, let's just use invisibility, presumably these mortals won't see through it......

Yang Ao thought, first introduced the dark horse into the alley next to him, and then hid his body in the transparent air, and quietly walked out.

For the young man of the Heavenly Clan who masters the glory of the Sword Emperor, as long as he sends out the stealth technique, let alone Hao Tiancheng, even in the entire human world, I am afraid that no one will be able to discover his existence.

Following his intuition and induction, Yang Ao quickly found the location of the new house.

Coincidentally, not only is it unguarded, but the door is unlocked!

Gently pushing the door in, a pair of red candles were burning vigorously, reflecting a red rosewood carved bed with a red brocade tent. The curtain was lifted and wrapped around a pair of golden phoenix hooks. The bed is layered with red and green silk quilts. At the head of the bed, a set of red incense pillows wrapped in gold satin, on which a young girl is leaning softly.

The girl was dressed in a phoenix robe embroidered with gold tassels, but she did not wear a red silk cover on her head, nor did she wear a pearl and green phoenix crown, the coiled green silk was like ink, her face was like condensed fat, her lips were like red cherries, and her willow eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, just like a fairy in a painting.

Yang Ao walked over and called repeatedly: "Little sister, Ruoqing ......"

After shouting for a long time, I didn't see the girl wake up. Yang Ao frowned, stretched out three fingers, and probed slightly on the jade wrist, but was shocked.

100 days of drunkenness?