Yangcheng.

Zi Shaoqing just received the report that Hou Boxu's family had been found.

Coincidentally, registration is required for the launch of the large-scale spiritual boat on the Yangqing route.

And they found that a total of six families with the Hou surname had been registered, and one of them was named "Hou Zhongying".

The person in charge asked more questions and unfolded the portrait with hair down.

Ask him if he recognizes the person in the painting and if he recognizes the magical weapon in the painting.

"This man's name is Hou Boxu. This is what he looked like fourteen years ago."

When Hou Zhongying saw the portrait, his first reaction was fear. He didn't dare to recognize it. He wanted to fool him, but he was still registered and saw the clues.

The above meaning is that no matter whether it is an enemy or an acquaintance, as long as there is a reaction, it will be detained.

He was captured just like this, without any torture. The moment he was captured, Hou Zhongying confessed that Hou Boxu was his eldest brother.

Rong'er hurriedly reported the news.

"I found his brother. Did his brother tell me where he went?"

"Young Master, Hou Boxu is a disciple of Qingyun Temple. He disappeared fourteen years ago and his whereabouts are still unknown."

"If we go to Qingyun Temple to verify it, it would take two or three years to go back and forth even with a large spiritual boat."

Listening to Rong'er's words, Zi Shaoqing narrowed her eyes slightly and recalled the words of the ghost cultivator surnamed Li. Fourteen years ago, the Hou family in Yangcheng found his family.

'Could it be that he is Hou Boxu?'

The idea was dismissed by Zi Shaoqing as soon as it came up.

If that ghost cultivator is Hou Boxu, there is no way he doesn't even know his own family, and he will definitely return home as soon as he enters the city.

Did he lose his memory after becoming a ghost cultivator? Probably not.

Either there is kindness or there is hatred.

From the looks of it, it doesn't look like the Foundation Establishment monk has any grudge against him.

That is kindness.

Since you don't understand, it's better to ask in person.

Now that they have been found, there is reason to contact the ghost cultivator again.

The elixir provided by the ghost cultivator is indeed very powerful. In this month, Zi Shaoqing can clearly feel the improvement of her cultivation. Not only that, it also nourishes the soul.

It's a pity that Master has been in retreat and couldn't find a chance to talk to Master about this matter.

No matter what, keep the people first.

"Let's go to the inn to find them."

The two of them arrived at the inn in a hurry without any pretense.

As soon as she saw Zi Shaoqing, a foundation-building senior, the graceful woman at the counter suddenly became a little more reserved and nervous.

Rong'er hurriedly asked: "Where is the senior Zhuji who lives in No. 15?"

"That senior left a month ago."

"Leaving?"

Zi Shaoqing's voice was a bit louder. She originally wanted not to disturb other people's normal lives so as not to annoy people, but she didn't expect that when she came to look for her, everyone had already left.

Foundation-building monks have a very long concept of time, and this journey may take several years.

If something unexpected happens again, such as being trapped in a dangerous place and unable to return, the supply of elixirs will be cut off.

Zi Shaoqing couldn't help but feel annoyed, she should have picked him up.

"When did you leave? I didn't say where you went."

The female nun at the reception was startled and didn't know why the senior had such a big reaction.

He hurriedly said: "He left a month ago, and there is also a foundation-building senior wearing a black robe. By the way, he wrote a letter and said that if anyone comes looking for him, he will give the letter to the person looking for him."

Zi Shaoqing snatched the letter half way through.

Zi Shaoqing tore open the seal on it and quickly browsed it.

"I have something to do, so I'll be away for two or three months."

"..."

"If fellow Taoist Zi finds them, please treat them well and return soon."

"Li Qingfeng, stay."

Zi Shaoqing let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was news. It would have been troublesome if there had been no news at all.

After walking out of the inn, Rong'er half-knelt on the ground: "Young Master, it's all your slave's fault. You didn't even pay attention to me."

Zi Shaoqing waved her hands and said, "I don't blame you."

"They didn't even refund the guest room, and even paid half a month's worth of extra spiritual stones, just to tell us that they hadn't left."

"And he left in the middle of the night, and the doorman didn't get any news."

"This is my fault. I thought they would stay in Yangcheng and not leave, so I didn't bother them."

Zi Shaoqing did not pursue the responsibility. She had long legs on her, so even if they had said hello in advance, she must have made a decision before leaving and would not disrupt her plan due to other things.

No one knows how long the search will take.

If it weren't for Hou Zhongying sending his son to Qingyun Temple, it would have taken a long time to find Hou Boxu's family.

"Have the arrangements been made over there?"

"Young master, don't worry. Arrangements have been made. Not only have the location been found, but the population of their family has also been found. Hou Zhongying has also been put back."

"That's good."

"This time, we must send someone to keep an eye on it."

Starry sky.

Hou Zhongying led her ten-year-old son on the way home.

He was frightened in his heart, and even more at a loss when he suddenly learned the news.

The eldest brother is missing. Unexpectedly, the nobles in Yangcheng are looking for him.

I originally thought that the eldest brother was making enemies outside, and the enemy was looking for him, but it didn't look like he was making enemies.

The steward was respectful and did not neglect at all. He also arranged for their meals and gave them a full meal before sending them back.

However, the other party refused to give them a ticket to leave Yangcheng for a large spiritual boat.

In this case, Congcong would not be able to take a large spiritual boat to Qingyun Temple.

"Dad, it hurts me."

Hou Zhongying quickly let go.

I was distracted all afternoon. I was really uneasy and didn't know what was going on.

Push open the little fence gate.

Then he walked into the back room where the lamp was being held.

Wang Yu, who was mending clothes in the house, looked at the child next to Hou Jingyan and was stunned for a moment: "Why are you back again?"

Hou Zhongying should be back by himself at this time.

Hou Jingcong should follow the large spiritual boat on the Yangqing route to Qingyun Temple.

There are disciples stationed at Qingyun Temple on the large spiritual boat. After entrusting them, Hou Jingcong can join the sect with the token passed down from his family.

Hou Zhongying sighed, took out the dry tobacco bag from his waist, pressed the tobacco leaves, and lit the flame.

The tobacco burns and flashes brightly.

After taking two puffs, Hou Zhongying said: "Something happened. Yangcheng didn't give us a ticket to board the boat."

"Why don't they do it?"

"It's not like we don't pay the spirit stones. I've never heard of anyone not giving us a receipt."

"Full capacity?"

Hou Zhongying shook his head: "The boss's idea."

"I went to apply for a receipt today and asked for my address and name. When I reported it, the person in charge took out a picture."

"He asked me if I knew the person in the picture."

"You don't know who that person is."

"The person in the picture is my eldest brother, Hou Boxu."

"I recognized him the first time I saw him. At that time, I was so confused that I didn't dare to recognize him. They immediately detained Congcong and me."
To be continued...