Grocery store stall, one big and one small are looking at the store.

The older one is majestic and tall, laughing and talking and bargaining with the casual cultivators, and you can see spittle flying from time to time; the younger one looks like seven or eight years old, with a round face and two pigtails, riding a small bicycle around the groceries.

Lay out in circles.

"Senior Li, your daughter is so cute!"

After a regular customer finished the transaction, he glanced at the girl enviously.

"Ha ha!"

Cui Chen laughed when he heard others praising his daughter, with an unabashed look of contentment on his face.

"Didi~"

After the guests left, the bicycle drove over and stopped next to Cui Chen. The little girl got off the car and got into Cui Chen's arms. With her big jewel-like eyes flashing, she asked in a very low voice: "Dad, your surname is Cui, why do they

They all call you Senior Liu?"

Cui Chen sent a secret message and replied: "Wan'er, daddy tells you that monks should be careful when they go out. They must use false names and don't expose their true identity easily."

"Okay, I get it now!"

As the two fathers and daughters smiled lovingly, the day passed quickly. Unknowingly, it had been ten years since Cui Chen came to Biyue Zongfang City. Ten years is enough for a person to go from a shining bald head to another.

His long and fluttering hair is the most obvious change that time has left on his body.

The two parents held hands, and what greeted them when they got home was a fragrant spiritual meal.

Nangong Yingying's cultivation reached the thirteenth level of Qi training a few years ago. However, due to the lack of foundation-building pills, she focused all her energy on her husband and goddaughter.

His cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds, preventing Xiao Wan'er from developing the bad habit of being picky about food.

After dinner, Cui Chen went to the alchemy room to offer sacrifices to the red lotus blood and fire.

"bake!"

The blood lotus bloomed, burning out all the blood energy in the copper vat almost instantly. With a move of his hand, the blood fire returned to Cui Chen's hand, spinning endlessly.

Under Cui Chen's constant use of demon blood to cultivate this fire every month, its power has increased more than ten times compared to ten years ago, and it has reached the limit of foundation-building true fire.

Cui Chen planned to go to the Yellow Maple Valley to find the Eye of the Spiritual Spring and practice hard after buying a Foundation Building Pill for Nangong Yingying.

Just as he was planning his future, a telepathic note suddenly rushed in, hovering twice over Cui Chen's head. After confirming that it was Cui Chen's aura, it exploded with a "pop", and Nangong Yingying's anxious voice came out:

"Brother Cui, what's wrong... Wan'er... Wan'er is missing!"

"What?"

Cui Chen was shocked and turned pale. He stepped out of the cave in one step and transformed into a escaping light and flew towards the place where Nangong Yingying was. He didn't even care about the city's ban on flying.

"Who is this, so arrogant?"

Some monks looked up and saw Cui Chen's escaping light. Some didn't know why, and some were gloating about the misfortune. They crossed their arms and looked like they were watching a good show.

"Who dares to escape in Fangshi?"

Several rays of light shot up into the sky and blocked Cui Chen.

Cui Chen didn't have the time to pay attention to them at this time. He immediately struck out with a palm, and invisible force swept out, knocking back the several law-enforcement monks of the Hidden Moon Sect who were standing in front of him.

However, Cui Chen just pushed them away with skill and did not dare to really hurt them.

"presumptuous!"

There was a loud shout, and an equally fast escaping light chased Cui Chen. This person's name was Peng Xinzhan, and he was one of the foundation-building deacons stationed in Biyue Zongfang City.

Facing a monk of the same level, Cui Chen didn't hold back this time. He hit objects from the air with one move, sending the opponent's magical weapon flying back directly.

Peng Xinzhan recalled the magic weapon and looked at Cui Chen with doubtful eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Cui, I wonder why you violated the ban on the city?" He was clearly asking, but secretly he was already calling someone.

Nangong Yingying heard the noise at this time, rushed to Cui Chen's side, and explained to Peng Xinzhan: "Senior Peng, my husband did not violate the ban intentionally, there is a reason for it!"

Without waiting for Peng Xinzhan to speak, she started talking in a hurry.

Time goes back to before Yi Zhu Incense, Nangong Yingying and Cui Wan were shopping after dinner and saw a piece of fire crystal on a street stall, which is an excellent material for refining top-level fire-attribute magic weapons.

Nangong Yingying wanted to buy it, so she bargained with the stall owner.

Cui Wan found it boring, so she left her mother and went to play by herself. When she realized that her mother was not around, she had run away no matter how far she had run.

"Mom, where are you?"

With a "wow" sound, Cui Wan burst into tears.

This cry just attracted the attention of a middle-aged monk. This man was wearing a blue shirt, had short hair that was several inches long, and was carrying a green cloth bag around his waist. He looked very carefree.

"Huh?"

Under the eyes of the middle-aged monk, a stream of fire spiritual energy condensed on Cui Wan's head and never dispersed. This was the phenomenon of the fire-attributed spiritual roots naturally pulling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I, Qiong, would meet such a talented person!"

After laughing, he came to Cui Wan, knelt down and asked: "Little girl, what is your name?"

"My name is……"

Cui Wan was crying when she suddenly heard someone ask her name and subconsciously wanted to answer. When she looked up, she suddenly realized that she didn't recognize the person in front of her at all.

"You haven't answered my question yet!" the middle-aged monk asked again.

Cui Wan remembered what her father said, not to tell others your identity easily, so she decided to give a pseudonym, rolled her big eyes, and said loudly: "My name is Nangong Wan, uncle, what is your name?"

But Cui Wan was very clever and wanted to trick out the identity of the middle-aged monk.

"My surname is Qiong, just call me Uncle Qiong!"

Before Cui Wan could recover from the middle-aged monk's words, she saw the other man flicking his sleeves and wrapping her in his arms. Then his body flashed and he disappeared into the street in a strange way.

A casual cultivator running a stall witnessed this scene and rubbed his eyes in horror. He couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. A living person disappeared out of thin air!

On the other side, after Nangong Yingying bought the Huorong Crystal, she realized that her daughter was no longer around. She scanned around with her consciousness and still couldn't find her. At this time, she panicked and hurriedly sent a message to Cui Chen.

Cui Chen received the messenger talisman, which led to a scene where he ignored the city's air ban and clashed with the law enforcement monks of the Hidden Moon Sect.

After listening to Nangong Yingying's explanation, Peng Xinzhan's face turned even darker.

"You are so bold that you dare to abduct and buy children in Biyue Zongfang City. You simply don't take Biyue Zong seriously."

He waved his big hand and shouted to the law enforcement monk beside him: "Seal down the city immediately and find the thief. I will definitely bring this person to justice and let him know the price of violating the rules of my Moon Covering Sect!"

After speaking, he glanced at Cui Chen again. It was obvious that he also said this to Cui Chen.

Cui Chen was very familiar with the ways of the world, so he quickly took out a storage bag and handed it to the other party, saying: "Fellow Taoist Peng, it is Cui's fault for violating the ban. Please forgive me for the sake of the cause."

"Fellow Daoist Cui is concerned about his daughter's safety after all, it's human nature!" Peng Xinzhan weighed the storage bag in his hand and naturally revealed the matter.

Cui Chen and his wife breathed a sigh of relief and began to search for Cui Wan. The law-enforcement monks of the Hidden Moon Sect investigated the case and soon found the place where Cui Wan disappeared. The stall-setting monk who witnessed everything was directly pulled in for questioning.

Facing the two foundation-building monks, the man was trembling with fear and did not dare to hide anything. He directly told what he saw in detail.

After listening to the description of the casual cultivator who set up a stall, a figure appeared in Peng Xinzhan's mind.

"Ancestor Qiong?"

Thinking of the ancestor who traveled abroad all year round, he couldn't help but tremble. What did he just say? He wanted his ancestor to pay the price. No... no, he never said this.

He has made up his mind not to get involved in this matter.

Cui Chen saw everything strange about Peng Xinzhan. He immediately bowed his hands and asked, "Fellow Daoist Peng, do you have a clue?"

"No, no!"
Chapter completed!