Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

"My husband came here in search of the evil spirit, and he really did not make the wrong choice. I wonder if Master Ye still remembers me?"

Taoist Tianqing spoke in a calm voice, stroked his snow-white beard with his hand, and looked at the handsome young man standing in front of him.

He was dressed in a black robe, and his pale face made him look quite sinister. The red between his eyebrows became even more scarlet, making him quite conspicuous in the dark mountains.

At this moment, Ye Jinglan had a stern expression, completely different from his usual playful and angry self. He stood in the mountains, his robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes as cold as ice, like a Shura who was seeking revenge, making people feel cold in their hearts.

He slowly raised his hand and uttered a word between his teeth.

"die!"

Taoist Tianqing sighed and said, "It seems that you have indeed been deceived. You are a martial arts expert. If you start a massacre, many people will surely lose their lives. I wanted to follow the will of heaven and let nature take its course. Now I can only take you back to the Holy Land and use the Yingtian Stone to purify the evil spirit in you."

Ye Jinglan didn't even give him the chance to finish his words and pounced on him like lightning.

Taoist Tianqing smiled indifferently, stretched out his skinny hand from his sleeve and touched Ye Jinglan's forehead.

Although Ye Jinglan had lost his mind, he reacted very quickly. He took a side step and went around behind Taoist Tianqing. He changed his palm into a fist and hit Taoist Tianqing on the back.

Taoist Tianqing seemed to have eyes on his back. He stretched out his right hand from under his armpit and pressed his palm against Ye Jinglan's fist. An incredible force burst out from his palm, and Ye Jinglan was immediately pushed back several steps. The murderous intent in his eyes also became stronger.

"die!"

Ye Jingyu uttered another word and pointed with two fingers. The wind from his fingers was as sharp as a sword. After losing his mind, his power was even more refined than before.

"If you follow the right path, you will definitely be the backbone of the Central Plains martial arts world. It's really the right time and the right trend!"

Taoist Tianqing valued talent and acted with great discretion. He was also thinking about the formations he knew and how he could trap Ye Jinglan and get him away from here unharmed.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong. His internal energy was being lost at a very fast rate.

Taoist Tianqing's expression changed slightly. Oh no! He was afraid that he had been tricked by Qinghui again.

After several years of getting along, he knew my thoughts too well and must have known that I would not give up Ye Jinglan.

With a change of mind, he quickly retreated. At that moment, black fog rose up and his body and hands were invisible.

Qing Hui's voice came from the thick black fog.

"Master, since you know my identity, you still dare to come here to look for me. Is he too kind, or has he never taken me seriously?"

Taoist Tianqing frowned slightly, but his voice remained calm.

"Good and evil are just a thought away. If you take a step forward, you will reach the road to heaven. If you retreat, you will be doomed forever and will never be reborn. Qing Hui, you are a person with a high level of understanding. You will understand this. I hope you can let it go. I will take you and Master Ye back to the Holy Land and pretend that nothing happened."

"You are deceiving yourself. How can you pretend that something that has already happened has not happened? However, I still want to go to the Holy Land. This time, I will definitely bring out the Yingtian Stone."

Qinghui's voice was also very flat, as if he was narrating a very ordinary thing. From his tone, one could not hear anger, sadness or joy, and his scheming was not discernible.

"Don't have any delusions. The Yingtian Stone is made from the Heavenly Vein. How can it fall into the hands of mortals like you?"

Before Taoist Tianqing finished his words, he had already slapped his palm towards the thickest part of the black fog.