Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

A handsome young man came slowly from a distance with an ugly servant.

The young man was wearing a sky-blue robe with wide sleeves. He had a tall and straight figure and something in his mouth that was emitting a faint blue smoke.

Could it be He Yuan’s son?

Han Zhengming couldn't help but hold his breath. Dengtiandao was an important place where the two sects were fighting. If it was discovered, there would definitely be a big fight.

While he was thinking, the young man and the ugly servant had come closer. Han Zhengming quickly shrank his body, not daring to move.

Then I heard the ugly servant praising: "My master's attainments in formations are really getting better and better. You can be said to be a disciple who has surpassed your master and has reached perfection."

Ye Jinglan said absentmindedly: "As long as you want to learn, you can do it."

Wang Shun chuckled and said, "I don't have a brain as smart as yours."

"Don't be so modest. Excessive modesty will make people regress."

Ye Jinglan stopped in front of the stone wall, looked at the intricate patterns on it, pinched his chin and asked: "How do you open this thing? Can it really be opened?"

After staying in the inn for two days, Ye Jinglan was still unwilling to give up, so he brought Wang Shun here to check again.

Wang Shun tilted his head and looked for a while, imitating Ye Jinglan's expression and said: "This place is really mysterious, and even I can't figure out the mystery inside."

Ye Jinglan had already walked up the stone steps. He thought that he was a great time traveler, but he couldn't even figure out such a small secret. If this got out, he would be laughed at.

Having nothing to do these past two days and with no one to heal him, Ye Jinglan had originally been thinking of writing a time-travel biography for himself.

Since it is a biography, there must be some dramatic events. Although Dong Liu's trip went smoothly, Ye Jinglan still felt that it was not dramatic enough. If the secret of the way to heaven could be cracked, that would be truly perfect and awesome.

It's a pity that Yin Qingxuan is too particular about rules and refuses to take out her black blade. On the other hand, Ye Jinglan has always hoped that he could crack it by himself. If he relies on the little girl for everything, it would seem that he has no sense of existence.

Suddenly, he sensed a breath that did not belong to him and Wang Shun, and his steps paused slightly.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Wang Shun looked at Ye Jinglan in surprise.

"fine."

Ye Jinglan lit another cigarette, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said with a smile: "Maybe the secret of the way to heaven is not on this stone tablet, maybe it is somewhere else."

He shook his wrist, and a kunai was already in his palm.

During the battle at Dongliu, he collected a lot of these strange-shaped daggers, and several of them flew out with a wave of his sleeves.

All the coin holders were stabbing towards one place, which was exactly where Han Zhengming was hiding.

Han Zhengming's eyebrows jumped when he thought that the boy had discovered him so quickly.

The hiding place was only big enough for one person to squat, so Han Zhengming had no way to escape and had to rush out.

"I am passing by here and will stop by for a while. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

He was crazy before and didn't remember Ye Jinglan, but Ye Jinglan remembered that he was Elder Han's son.

But...how did he get here?

"you know me?"

Ye Jinglan looked up at him, with neither panic nor fear in his eyes, but rather interest.

Seeing that he was young but could remain calm in the face of adversity, Han Zhengming felt even more that he was He Yuan's son.

His enemy was not Piaomiao Yincheng, so he naturally did not want to hurt innocent people. Moreover, he and Qi Yunzhi came here privately, so he had already lost logically.

"Your surname must be He, right? I have no ill intentions. I just have nowhere to rest late at night, so I'm here to rest. I hope you can forgive me. I'll leave now."

Ye Jinglan looked at him and said slowly: "You are quite polite. I think your attainments in formations are extraordinary, otherwise you wouldn't have come here."

Han Zhengming smiled awkwardly and said, "Sir, you are too kind. My skills are naturally not comparable to yours. I will take my leave now."

"Wait a minute."

Ye Jinglan flashed and blocked Han Zhengming's way.

He shouted coldly: "The people from the Purple Mansion Golden Pavilion dared to trespass into the Heavenly Path and now want to leave. There is no such good thing in the world!"