After killing in Shengjing all night, it was not until the fifth watch that Yang Yi returned to the inn where he was to rest.

On the second day, there was a mess in Shengjing City, and the leaders of all ethnic groups were basically killed by Yang Yi, and now the dragons have no leader, and these little people below have no masters, and in a panic, they didn't even think of a large-scale search for the murderer, but let Yang Yi stay in the inn for a long time, and then swaggered out of Shengjing City.

After leaving Shengjing, Yang Yi felt comfortable and said in his heart: "It has been more than three years since I arrived in this world, and in the past three years, I have fought thousands of miles, killed corrupt officials, eliminated bullies, killed countless people, and now I have killed the Tartar leaders Huang Taiji, Dolgon and others, everything I do is based on my heart." Achieving this step now can be described as a complete merit. ”

"What will happen to this Ming Dynasty in the future depends on the means of the current ruler. I've done enough for them, and it's up to them to make it their own!"

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt homesick, "It's time to go back!"

Just like that, a thought rose, and suddenly his whole body shook, and a white light flashed, rolling up Yang Yi's body and breaking through the air. When Yang Yi came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived in the bronze hall. In front of him was the bronze gate that read "The Golden Serpent's Sword is unusable".

"Huh, you're back?"

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then rejoiced: "It's finally back!"

looked at the bronze gate in front of him, and tried to push it up, but he couldn't push it, "Is there still time for this bronze gate to cool down?"

Yang Yi guessed for a long time, but he didn't know the essentials, and then walked a few steps in the bronze hall, looked at the fonts written on the various gates, and found that the existing doors read: "The lord hugs the beauty and smiles", some write "Xiao Li Flying Knife no one hides", some write "Xiangshuai Night Thief White Jade Statue", and some say "Medicine Master Bihai Press Jade Flute", and each door has a sentence of seven words.

Yang Yi looked at these sentences, the more he looked at them, the more familiar they became, and the more they looked at them, the more familiar they became, and he suddenly remembered: "This Nima is a limerick poem I wrote at the beginning!"

When he first read martial arts novels, he also wrote some limerick poems when he was bored, and this poem was written after he recalled the martial arts classics he had read at the beginning.

At this time, the whole poem was already in his mind:

Relying on the sky and slaying the dragon to fight for the world,

Darkiron has no blade to accompany the eagle.

Nine yin and nine yang are rare in the world,

Dugu Jiujian has high swordsmanship.

Xiao Feng played the dragon palm,

The pharmacist Bihai pressed the jade flute.

Jiangnan White Horse frustrated,

The flying fox in the north guards the treasure.

The sword of the golden serpent is useless,

The safflower group is ridiculed.

A song laughs proudly in the mountains,

Liancheng sword trick moves the heroes.

Xiangshuai night thief white jade statue,

The sword god smiled and fled with a small wind.

Xiao Li's flying knife is no one to hide,

Seven weapons to fight for pride in the world.

Ziling drunk the emperor stepped on the peak,

Kou Zhong raised the knife in the well.

Spread the eagle and break through the void,

The demon spirit of the mage has a high fighting spirit.

Barricade the river and the moon are full of heaven and earth,

Jump out of the chess game and let it go.

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At this moment, comparing the sentences on the bronze gate, Yang Yi found that although the sentences on the gate had changed, the general meaning remained the same, which was the limerick poem he wrote at the beginning.

This limerick poem was written in the boredom of his imprisonment, and when he finished it, he pressed it against the table with the bronze bell that he wore around his neck. Later, after putting away the bronze bell, the manuscript paper on which he wrote the poem was gone, and he asked the prison guards and fellow inmates at that time, but they all said that they had not seen it. It's not a big deal, and I forget about it afterwards.

But how did this poem appear in this bronze hall now?

Yang Yi was puzzled, "I've been reborn through time, could it be that the poems I wrote have also come over?" ”

Suddenly one thing came to mind: a bronze clock!

When he was dying, he still had a bronze bell around his neck, and after he wrote a limerick poem, the thing on the manuscript paper was a bronze bell!

"No wonder this hall is bronze!"

"If what I expected, the reason why I was reborn and reincarnated is also because of the bronze bell I carried with me, and the space I am in now should also be inside the bronze bell!"

If you think about it like this, all the problems can be explained clearly, but I don't know why this bronze bell will transform the limerick poems it wrote into bronze portals, and it has also formed a real world.

"In myths and legends, the Chaos Bell of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi is the gateway to the Ten Thousand Worlds, could it be that the bronze bell I carried with me in my previous life is something like the Chaos Bell?"

It's just that this kind of thing is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and can only be left for later.

At the moment, after walking around the various portals, I suddenly found a blank portal, and there was nothing on this bronze gate, just a bare gate, which was extremely abrupt compared to the rest of the gates.

"What does that mean?"

For the rest of the gates, as long as you look at the sentences written above, Yang Yi already knows the martial arts world corresponding to the gates. But this gate with nothing led Yang Yi to be confused.

Looking at this gate, Yang Yi became curious: "I want to see what kind of world this is!"

Yang Yi put his hands close to the bronze gate, raised his arms vigorously, and found that the bronze gate only shook slightly, and it did not rise.

"Could it be that the force used to push open each bronze door is different?"

Yang Yi didn't believe in the luck of evil all his strength, shouted, and suddenly lifted up, this time the bronze gate reluctantly rose slowly, Yang Yi's arms trembled, and after lifting the bronze gate above his head, he could no longer support it, and at this moment, the familiar white tongue of light flashed, and Yang Yi was involved in it.

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There was a table in front of the table, and there was a tall and thin man sitting in front of the table, with a face full of fierceness, but at the moment his eyes were full of confusion, his eyes were not focused, and he seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts. Behind him stood a middle-aged man who was almost the same as him, this person's temperament was dusty, like a fairy in the middle, his expression was indifferent, at the moment he was carrying one hand on his back, and one hand was holding a pen on the back of a tall and thin middle-aged man to write and paint, every move had an indescribable charm, when Yang Yi arrived, he had just finished writing the last stroke, and when Yang Yi's eyes fell on him, the middle-aged man with a brush in his hand "poofed" and looked at Yang Yi.

Just after being glanced at by the middle-aged man, Yang Yi felt that he was in his gaze, and there was no secret at all, as if at a glance, his gaze had gone straight to the deepest part of his soul, and he already had an extremely deep understanding of himself in an instant!

Yang Yi was shocked, his mind went blank, this was the first time he had encountered such a terrifying character!

When Yang Yi's mind was in turmoil, the white light suddenly flashed, rolled up and he disappeared suddenly, in the white light, Yang Yi seemed to hear the middle-aged man with the pen laughing: "Interesting......"

Yang Yi shouted, turned over and sat up, and found that he had returned to the bedroom of the Taishi Mansion.

His heart was pounding, "Who is this man? Who is this man?"

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