The little lucky wife of a peasant family, the chief minister pinches her waist and dotes on her

Yun Dai was a little dumbfounded. What else happened?

Ning Qiyue looked at his current appearance and sneered: "If you have this face, will those girls still be willing to follow you?"

The man looked embarrassed, then became angry: "Humph, my cultivation level is not as good as yours, but behind me is the Tianxing Sect. Do you want to go against my sect?"

"Tianxing Sect?" Ning Qiyue touched his chin, and the man became proud.

Just when he was about to continue speaking, Ning Qiyue said: "I haven't heard of it."

"You!" The man knew that he was being played, and his eyes were full of resentment, but what could he do.

He could only be furious.

"Zhang Guangren, as a monk, you harm innocent ordinary people. I will punish you by depriving you of your cultivation base and never having the chance to cultivate again."

After Ning Qiyue finished speaking, he waved a spiritual light and destroyed his Dantian. Unless someone was willing to collect materials for him and refine the Spirit Gathering Pill to cleanse his marrow and cut his tendons, he could start the path of cultivation again.

"You, how could you know my name? How could you ruin my efforts of more than fifty years?" Zhang Guangren's originally ordinary but youthful appearance became old the moment his Dantian was destroyed.

In an instant, he looked like an old man in his seventies. This was caused by the backlash of his cultivation.

"Who are you, who are you!" Zhang Guangren yelled angrily, and his whole body collapsed.

"Drag him out." Ning Qiyue did not respond to her, but ordered Brother Chang Lin who was guarding the door.

Chang Lin and Chang Fu came in and dragged the person out directly.

"Who is she?" Zhang Guangren was still asking weakly.

Chang Lin was annoyed by his question and said directly: "My young lady is the current Lord of Anqing County who has been enthroned by the Holy Emperor. She is also a monk. The current Imperial Master is my young lady's wife."

"Now, are you satisfied with what you heard?"

Zhang Guangren was completely stunned. He was from the royal family and was the apprentice of the national master.

With such an existence, how could his elders from the Tianxing Sect dare to stand up for him?

The Imperial Master is already at the Nascent Soul stage, how can he fight against him?

Zhang Guangren's voice was instantly silenced, and his whole person became even more decadent, as if he would die in the next moment.

"Master, I'm tired. Let's go back and rest. You can continue practicing!" Ning Qiyue yawned and said to Yun Dai.

Yun Dai smiled sweetly at her master and let go of her hand.

Li Zhiyan stepped forward to support Ning Qiyue and asked softly: "The weather is getting colder and I don't have much to wear. Do you feel cold?"

"No, this is just right. Don't say that I am a monk, just say that I am a pregnant woman. I am afraid of heat but not cold." The couple talked in a low voice and left Yun Dai's yard.

The next day, Ye Hongxiu heard the case of the missing girl in Linhuai County.

Under the leadership of Zhang Guangren, the missing girls were finally found in a large courtyard in the city.

More than half of the people have now embarked on the path of cultivation, while the other half are controlled by magic and are willing to stay in the compound.

After Ning Qiyue saw it, he shook his head.

Those girls were all practicing the Cauldron Furnace Technique. Even if they were allowed to continue practicing, there would be no results.

Instead, it will attract other evil monks.

After asking the relatives of those girls, they erased their memories and abolished their cultivation.

Ning Qiyue even tampered with the memories of the entire city. The only thing the city knew about was the disappearance of the girl.

But I have forgotten which families have missing girls. Only the families of those girls know clearly.

Ning Qiyue even kindly restored the golden bodies of those girls to avoid further problems in the future.

Fortunately, none of these girls were pregnant. "These girls are all perfect and will never think of this past. You just need to keep your mouth shut."

Ning Qiyue supported her waist and spoke softly to the relatives of those girls.

"Thank you fairy, thank you fairy."

"Take them back!" Ning Qiyue waved her hand, and the elders of the girls thanked them and left.

Ning Qiyue looked at Li Zhiyan and said, "Come shopping with me on the street!"

"It's my pleasure for my husband." Li Zhiyan smiled back.

Ning Qiyue also smiled happily. The couple walked on the street, Chang Lin and others followed behind. Biyun and Yun Dai talked and laughed at the surrounding stalls from time to time.

"Are you tired?" Li Zhiyan asked Ning Qiyue.

Ning Qiyue shook her head, her eyes falling on a group of people not far away.

Li Zhiyan also followed his gaze, and then said, "Madam, what's the problem over there?"

"Go and take a look and you'll find out." Ning Qiyue's heart began to throb.

This should be another reason why she desperately wanted to come to Huai. There was something calling her there.

Chang Lin quickly understood, walked forward, and said politely: "I'm sorry, everyone, can you make room for my young lady to come over."

"What does your young lady have to do with me?" The disturbed man turned his head in displeasure. After seeing Ning Qiyue and several beautiful women, his words instantly drowned in his throat.

He gave up his position enthusiastically, and the others were a little curious. After seeing Ning Qierisan's appearance, they also gave up their position.

Even the women didn't say harsh words because they saw the leader Ning Qiyue was pregnant and were afraid of touching her.

Ning Qiyue approached and saw that everyone was surrounding a family of four, and the old man had some items placed in front of him.

An eight or nine-year-old boy was red all over and kept talking nonsense, and was held in the arms of a crying girl.

On the other side of the old man, there was a straw mat with a fat woman lying on it.

His right leg was severely deformed and wrapped in cloth, with blood oozing out and an unpleasant smell.

"Old man, it's not that I want to lower your price. These junk things of yours are not worth the price you said." A man dressed as a wealthy businessman squatted in front of the old man's stall and said.

The old man clasped his hands pitifully: "Please give me more, sir. The price you gave is really too low."

"I can't give it, I can't give it. Tell me, are you willing to buy this pile of garbage for a hundred taels?"

"It's not an antique, why should you?"

The old man looked embarrassed, picked up something that looked like a stone pagoda, and said, "This stone pagoda was picked up by my great-great-grandfather when he went up the mountain to chop firewood. It cannot be broken and is invulnerable to water and fire. It must be a treasure."

"This stone tower alone has been passed down for so many generations. If my old wife and son were not seriously ill and urgently needed money for treatment, I would not be able to sell it."

The old man rubbed the stone tower reluctantly, but the wealthy businessman sneered: "It's just carved from a hard stone. Even if it is passed down for many generations, it is not a treasure."

"Shiliang, if you want to sell it, I will take these things."

"You can see if any of these people are willing to spend money to buy this pile of junk like yours!" The wealthy businessman said with an expression that said, "I'm sure you're going to be fooled."

Ning Qiyue glanced at it, and her eyes fell on the stone tower for a moment.

Then he scanned the other items, and found that two of them were of some value, but they were not all junk as the wealthy businessman said.

"Old man, I want one hundred taels." Ning Qiyue said.