Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Taoist Tianqing frowned.

There was a black air lingering between Ye Jinglan's eyebrows, blocking Tianqing's internal strength.

Could it be that this is the restriction placed by Qing Hui?

Since Bu Qinghui has been caught, he might as well save Ye Jinglan to prevent him from doing evil and attracting thunder.

Thinking of this, Taoist Tianqing quickly tapped Ye Jinglan's shoulders and legs. Ye Jinglan's knees softened and he immediately sat on the ground.

Taoist Tianqing grabbed him and quickly walked down the mountain to a hidden house.

The people in the town had all gone to Yincheng, and there were many empty rooms. Taoist Tianqing put Ye Jinglan on the bed, and then took his pulse. There was no obstruction to his breathing, so he could give it a try.

He slowly raised his finger and tapped Ye Jinglan's brow.

Ye Jinglan's body trembled slightly and he frowned.

Taoist Tianqing said kindly: "The process may be very uncomfortable, but it shouldn't take too long. Young Master Ye, I'm sorry!"

After he finished speaking, Taoist Tianqing exhaled his true energy, which flowed into Ye Jinglan's brows.

Ye Jinglan seemed to be in great pain. His whole body was shaking and twitching constantly, and he let out low moans.

Taoist Tianqing has already glimpsed Ye Jinglan's inner world. As long as he breaks through the black air, he can regain his consciousness.

With a sudden push of force, Ye Jinglan was shocked again. The black air covering his brow was suddenly dispersed, but soon gathered together again.

Taoist Tianqing increased his strength a little more and injected his internal energy into it. With a crisp sound, the black fog was suddenly opened up, and a dazzling red light emanated from between Ye Jinglan's brows. Taoist Tianqing was startled and quickly withdrew from Ye Jinglan's inner scene.

On the bed, Ye Jinglan had already opened his eyes.

His eyes were dark and cold, as if there was a cloud of black mist lingering over those bottomless black eyes.

Taoist Tianqing's heart skipped a beat and he took a few steps back.

"Young Master Ye, do you still recognize this poor Taoist?"

Ye Jinglan slapped him, and Taoist Tianqing flew back again. There was a loud bang, and the wall in front was about to break. In the hole that was revealed, a huge palm print could be clearly seen.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Ye Jinglan stood up from the bed. Every step he took made a heavy noise and a very clear footprint appeared on the ground.

Taoist Tianqing cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" He felt as if he had done something bad.

He flew forward and tried to grab Ye Jinglan, but Ye Jinglan suddenly turned into black mist and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Taoist Tianqing stood there in a daze. How could Ye Jinglan learn the Feiyao technique in such a short moment?

This is so ridiculous!

No matter how smart Ye Jinglan is, it is impossible for him to reach such an accomplishment in just one or two days. It must be that Qinghui used some magic to allow him to temporarily use Feiyao's skills.

Ye Jingyu must be informed of this matter so that he can be prepared.

Taoist Tianqing felt both self-blame and guilt, and was so confused that he could no longer use divination to calculate Ye Jinglan's location, so he simply headed straight for Yincheng.

At the same time, Luo Shuiqing was rushing to the mountain where he was before. He saw a black fog floating by and immediately chased after it.

Halfway up the mountain, the black fog stopped.

The thick fog gradually dissipated, revealing an extremely handsome face.

This man was dressed in black, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. A cold and solemn aura emanated from his body, chilling the viewers.

Seeing his appearance clearly, Luo Shuiqing was slightly surprised.

"It's you. Why are you using Feiyao's skills?"