Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Dozens of miles away, He Yuan seemed to feel something, and a burst of warmth suddenly surged in his right ear.

The old man often said that if your ears feel warm, someone is reading your name, but He Yuan never believed this.

He walked along the mountain road in front of him and walked into the depths of the valley. It seemed like he was strolling leisurely, but it was not just an ordinary walk. There was a formation set up by Yincheng here. Unless someone guided him, he would be trapped to death for the rest of his life. here.

Because of this, there is no guard here.

After a cup of tea, a towering mountain peak appeared ahead.

He Yuan stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at it for a while. Suddenly, he lifted his breath, and he was soaring up like a big bird. After three breaths, he had reached the top.

There is a huge boulder standing on the top of the peak, several feet high. The boulder is inlaid with extremely complex patterns and two huge stone doors, which can accommodate more than ten people walking in side by side.

Right now, the two stone gates are locked together, with almost no gap between them. Behind these stone gates, there are countless martial arts people who always want to claim their own way to heaven.

He Yuan has been here many times, and he has led his tribe to think of various ways, but he has not been able to open the way to heaven.

Over the years, he has had deep doubts about these two huge stone doors more than once.

If it weren't for the legends that had always been left in the world, he wouldn't have believed that these were two doors. It was as if they were two huge stone screens carved out of a huge stone. There was nothing surprising about them.

He tried to put his hand on the stone door, and after some beating, gave up again.

Could this be a joke played on him by his ancestors? How could it be possible to open such a thing weighing 10,000 kilograms?

Or maybe the ancestors were afraid that Yincheng's descendants would slack off in their martial arts and be unable to protect themselves if they were in trouble, so they came up with a mystery that no one could ever solve.

This thought made He Yuan smile bitterly, and immediately sat in front of the stone door, enjoying the rare silence.

But in my heart, it was still difficult to calm down.

The day of the competition with Zifu was getting closer and closer, and He Yuan couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart when he thought of the place where Mei Qingge was buried.

Recalling the two men drinking wine together under the moon, rubbing their ears and temples together, the blood in their chests couldn't help but a wisp of blood slowly gushes out from the corners of their mouths, and the taste of blood instantly filled all the senses.

He calmed down a little and stood up from the ground.

In more than ten days, everything will be settled. What he owes Mei Qingge will be repaid a thousand times, and he will avenge her with his own hands. This bloody debt has been accumulated for so many years, and it is finally time to settle it. It's time.

After exhaling the turbid air in his heart, He Yuan found his way down the mountain.

Not long after He Yuan left, two figures appeared on the top of the mountain.

One person was wearing a purple robe and was elegant. He was holding a small rotating fan in his hand. The strong wind blew his hair around his temples, which made him look elegant with his handsome face.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the red mole between his eyebrows was so delicate.

"What are these two doors for? Is this the legendary way to heaven?"

The follower next to him looked left and right, but saw no clues. He couldn't help but complain: "I thought that the Heavenly Path was some kind of place where the immortal spirit floated. Aren't these just two broken stones?"

The young man returned his hand and gave him a blast.

"You know what the heck, this is the true return to basics."

The young man who spoke was Ye Jinglan who had left Zi Mansion, and the slightly wretched-looking man beside him was Wang Shun, the little follower.

He also held a small pink fan with a unique shape in his hand. In this hot summer, this thing is really a summer escape device, which brings coolness while walking.

Wang Shun chuckled. There were many benefits to following this young master, and he didn't dare to offend him.

"I'm right. If it weren't for the important place, He Yuan wouldn't have set up such a complicated formation. Fortunately, I'm very smart and can break the formation from the spells Dong Liu left. Otherwise, what should we say? Can’t come here either.”

After hearing Wang Shun's flattery, Ye Jinglan felt a little proud. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle, assuming an unpredictable posture.

"Tai Chi generates two yang, two yin generates four images, and four images generates Bagua. Although the eight palaces can be changed, they are not separated from them. If you have a little longer head, you can see them all."

Wang Shun hurriedly said flatteringly: "How can the villain's head be compared with the master's head? No, no, the villain has no brain at all."

"Okay, don't be poor, go over and see if you can open it."

Ye Jinglan had nothing to do after going down the mountain, but unexpectedly he saw Ye Jingyu in the market. Seeing him drinking with He Yuan, and seemed to be having a lively conversation, he couldn't help but become interested in He Yuan, so he followed him all the way to Misty Silver City. And from the people passing by, he found out that he was the Lord of Yincheng. He couldn't help but be particularly curious about the Lord of Yincheng who had always appeared in other people's mouths.

Early this morning, I wanted to sneak into Yincheng among the people to have a look, but when I saw him going out alone, I took Wang Shun and followed him here.

In order to avoid being discovered by He Yuan, Ye Jinglan kept hanging at a distance and did not dare to enter until he left.

It took some time to crack the formation, which was also a different challenge for Ye Jinglan. If he could learn these formations in Beihai at that time, so many disciples would not have died.

Thinking of the tall Tomb of Heroes, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Wang Shun has followed Ye Jinglan for so long, and has already become very good at observing words and expressions.

He responded hurriedly, stepped forward, raised his hand and punched him, then let out a squeal and sat on the ground with his fists in his hands.

Ye Jinglan rolled his eyes.

"Are you so damn careless? This is a stone. If you use more force, you won't have this claw anymore."

Wang Shun actually wanted to divert Ye Jinglan's attention. After all, this man had really given him a lot of benefits, so he naturally didn't want to see Ye Jinglan's sad expression.

"Aren't you impatient? I want to help you punch it open so you can see what's inside."

Ye Jinglan spat and said, "If it was really that simple, wouldn't it be that He Yuan you would have gone in long ago, and it would still be our turn."

"That's what I said, I will go forward and study it further."

"Step aside, I'll see if you can crack this prison today."

After Ye Jingyu finished speaking, he slowly stepped forward and stood in front of the stone door to look carefully.

After watching it for a while, my head hurt.

The patterns carved on it are very complicated and asymmetrical. The more you look at them, the more chaotic they become, and there is no trace at all.

"Who created this thing with no thought, why is it so disgusting?"

Ye Jinglan cursed, then raised the tenth level of internal energy, let out a sound, and slapped the stone door with his palm.

There was a loud bang, and Ye Jinglan was knocked back three or four steps. His arms were sore and numb, but the stone door did not move at all.