Li Ye painted a landscape painting of ink and water on the folding fan in his hand, with antique charm and profound artistic conception. There are four words in the upper right corner: a river and a mountain.

Today, Li Ye wore a scholar's white robe, without any fancy decorations. When he gently waved the folding fan, he smiled, his eyebrows were calm, and his demeanor was very elegant.

But soon, his smile disappeared, his eyes drooped, and a thick cloud was covered with a face that seemed to be as bright as the sunny sky.

On the riverside a hundred steps away from the left, there were several fishing boats moored. It was afternoon, and it was the time for the fisherman to eat. On a fishing boat that was so old that he used a broken bamboo mat as the rooftop, an old man in his fifties and a young girl in his prime were cooking fish on the bow of the boat.

The two were wearing cloth clothes and had many patches. The old man's hair was gray, fluffy and sparse, his face was as thin as a hill, and he was so thin that he was skinny and boneless, his eyes were sunken, and the wind and sun were exposed all year round, which made his skin particularly dark and rough.

The cardamom girl has a small nose, small eyes and small face, and is extremely thin. She is casually wrapped around her head with a cloth strip, and is shining with an unhealthy yellow luster in the sun. She squatted in front of the fire and stirred up the fire with a broken palm fan. She turned her head and blinked her eyes from time to time by the smoke and dust, but she still smiled and said a few words to the old man who was leaning in front of the cabin, smoking a dry tobacco with a sad face.

This is a pair of poor young and poor. Their lives are simple and boring. They have to work hard to fill their stomachs with two meals a day. Whether they can fill their stomachs often depends on luck.

Li Ye was looking at the young and old, and the reason why he suddenly fell down was because a group of big men in soap clothes rushed onto the small fishing boat with sticks. After saying every few words to the young and old who bent down and laughed, he cursed. He kicked the old man in the chest one by one, and knocked him to the sky on the boat. One of them grabbed the girl's hair and dragged her down the boat regardless of the girl's crying and cried.

Although Li Ye is far away from them, his cultivation level at the seventh level of Qi training allows him to easily hear the other party’s conversation just now.

The man in soap clothes rushed onto the boat and asked the old man who bent down and said, "When will he pay the money for this month?"

The old man's voice was old and frightened, and his hands trembled, "Mr. Wu, our grandparents and grandchildren really have no money. Please give me another two days of grace... We only have two dried fish left, and give them to Mr. Wu, please give me..."

"Get out of here, who wants your dirty and smelly fish!" The man kicked the old man in the chest.

"Grandfather!" The girl of cardamom hurriedly went to support her, but was caught by a big man in soap clothes. He said with a grim expression: "I don't know that you can't afford it. Your granddaughter has a pretty face. How much money can you sell to the kiln when you send it to the kiln!"

When Li Ye heard the title of "Master Wu", he put on the folding fan. The title of "Master" was not used in this era, nor was it used to call officials. Only people with extremely noble identities, such as the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, are qualified to be called "Master". A man who can wear soap clothes has a low status. The old man called him this way, which shows how afraid of the soap clothes man.

As soon as he stepped on the side of the boat, Li Ye flew out like a geese and instantly arrived on the fishing boat. At this time, the leading man in soap clothes was about to step on the old man who was lying on the ground on his back, and the man who grabbed the girl's hair was about to get off the boat.

Li Ye's face was as deep as water, and his eyes were extremely cold. Whether before or after time travel, he hated the fact that he bullied the weak and bullied the poor.

The man in soap clothes who pushed forward with his palm, who beat the old man screamed and flew out more than ten feet, fell into the haystack without any movement. He grabbed the man who was holding the girl's hair with his five fingers, was forced to raise his head, his face turned red and purple, and his feet even rose from the ground, and he could no longer catch the girl.

"Who are you? You actually care about the Wu family's nosy business. How many lives do you have? Why don't you let it go quickly?!"

"You fucked someone you can't afford to offend. You're going to be guilty of your own evil and you can't live!"

When the other men saw this scene, they were shocked and angry, shouted at Li Ye and rushed up with sticks.

"Wu family?" Li Ye sneered, waved his sleeves with his left hand, and all the men rushed up flew backwards. The people vomited blood in the air, fell to the river bank, and could no longer get up. The person who could barely raise his head became full of horror when he looked at Li Ye.

He grabbed his right hand back and brought the bullying man back and threw him under his feet. Li Ye stepped on him, stepped on his face, and stepped half of his face into the wooden board of the bow. Amid the other party's screams, Li Ye asked coldly: "The Wu family in Qizhou?"

"Yes, yes, Qizhou only recognizes one Wu family... Heroes spare your life!" The man struggled around with his limbs.

"Bad!" Li Ye kicked the man away with one kick. He bounced his limbs in the air and fell into the river with a thud.

The girl's face was covered with tears, and the water bright eyes were filled with fear. She didn't bother to wipe her tears and helped the old man up. The two knelt in front of Li Ye together and kowtowed to Li Ye: "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Li Ye quickly helped the two of them up. The old man had almost no flesh but only a dry face. He was frightened and burst into tears. Just before him, Li Ye felt as if he was holding on to this face. He felt so uncomfortable that he could not speak for a moment.

"My benefactor, go quickly! If you offend the Wu family, they will definitely take revenge. Their people are everywhere on this pier, and there are many amazing magicians. If you are too late, you will not be able to leave!" The old man eagerly advised Li Ye.

Li Ye took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and asked the old man in a deep voice: "Did those people just now collect taxes from you?"

"Oh! We have paid the tax money long ago. It was a different name for the Wu family. The money they had to collect was more than the tax money. Everyone in this dock had to pay. I don't know how many people were forced to destroy their families over the years. I can't afford the money. The man was arrested as a slave, and the woman was sold to a prostitute. We just happened to be seen by the heroes!"

The old man wiped his tears and quickly advised Li Ye: "Hero, go away quickly. You can't control this matter. I heard that the whole Qizhou is like this! This is the world, so what can we ordinary people do? Just live a life of silence!"

"What should you do if I leave?" Li Ye glanced at the girl. At this moment, she was still in shock. Her thin shoulders were shaking. Perhaps she could predict her situation. When Li Ye saw her hand, she was not satisfied with her young age. Her palms were calloused. She didn't know how much heavy work she had done. He asked the old man: "Where is the person in the Wu family at the dock?"

The old man raised his hand and pointed at the dock: "Did the hero see the tallest building? It's where the Wu family manages the dock, and the government's yamen are not that high... Alas, the hero asked what he was doing, so let's go quickly!"

"The reason why the world is chaotic is that these people are to blame! They can't survive if they commit crimes? Well, it's time for them to pay the price!" Li Ye waved and asked Liu Zhiyan and others who rushed over to take the old man and the girl on the boat of the Changhe Gang. He rose up by himself and rushed towards the tall building.

"This...this...this...immortal?" The old man saw Li Ye flying out, knelt down at Li Ye's back in awe, and kowtowed quickly. In the eyes of mortals, isn't a cultivator with high cultivation an immortal?

After being helped up by Liu Zhiyan, the old man asked her in surprise: "Is this immortal here specifically to do a heroic and righteous person, to help the weak?"

Liu Zhiyan smiled at the old man: "For some people, the same can be said."

The dock was bustling with goods piled up like mountains, pedestrians shoulder to shoulder, businessmen were calculating, yamen runners shouting, and all kinds of livestock pulling trucks were filled with them. But the most was the coolies carrying heavy goods. They were the cornerstone of the dock, as ordinary as bricks and tiles but indispensable.

In front of the tallest building, a young coolie with an ordinary figure in a short jacket was walking hard on the street with two sacks of heavy goods.

The sun tanned his shoulders. He bent down and lowered his head. Sweat kept dripping from his jaw, connecting it into a line on the ground. His face was tense, and his heavy breathing was like a cattle gasping. Every step he took was as heavy as Mount Tai, but he did not stop. He had only carried twenty cargoes today. He had to carry forty enough to get the family's food.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves came and quickly approached. The young coolie's face turned around under the huge sack, and suddenly climbed up to his face in shock. A huge invisible attack came, accompanied by a loud neighing horse, which hit him before he could dodge.

The young coolie fell to the ground with two big sacks, his arms were broken on the ground, and blood was flowing. Before he could stand up, a middle-aged man who came off the white horse kicked him in front of his chest, kicked him to the ground, and cursed: "You don't have eyes? Can you walk? A lowly dog ​​thing, don't go out if you can't walk. If you hit the old man's BMW, can you afford it?"

The middle-aged man was dressed in brocade clothes and was very elegant and noble, but when he scolded the young coolie, he was like a shrew. The young coolie glanced at the other person and was extremely angry. He was walking on the street, and it was obvious that the other person hit him and even beat him up.

But the young coolie didn't dare to fight back, and could not even give him a mouth. He could only lower his eyebrows and put two sacks of goods and prepare to carry them. He was not timid, he just needed to endure, and his family had to rely on him to support him. If he offends the person in front of him and the other party takes a ruthless move, he can't care about the blood splattering for five steps, but without him, the pillar at home, his old mother and weak sister, he will have no food to eat.

"Where are you talking to you? You didn't hear it? You are a mute? You are a fly-like thing, and you don't even make a fuck. How dare you not answer the old man's words? Do you look down on the old man?"

The middle-aged man saw that the other party lowered his head and did not speak, becoming more and more arrogant. He followed forward and kicked over. The heavy sacks that the young coolie had finally accumulated, and then slapped them directly on the young coolie's face. The words in his mouth became more and more unpleasant, "What's the use of a waste like you besides your strength? If we were not here, how could you be so prosperous? Where would you have food to eat? The uncle talked to you, how dare you ignore it? You dare to clench your fists, I'll hit..."

The young coolie's face was as deep as water, and his anger made him tremble all over. He clenched his fists with both hands. He always lowered his head. He was afraid that he would not be able to resist fighting with the other party when he looked at the middle-aged man. He held it back and forth, his face turned red. He couldn't help but still wanted to endure it. He wanted to join the chaos army and massacre these unkind dog thieves, but the chaos army did not come to Qizhou. For the sake of his family, he could only swallow his anger. He lowered his head and walked to the kicked sack, and worked hard to get the sack.

"I'll kill you with nothing fucking!" The man in brocade became more and more arrogant, stepped forward again, kicked the young coolie in the face.

The young coolie was stammering his neck and was ready to bear it silently.

At this moment, the man in brocade screamed, and his feet never fell on the young coolie's face again.

The young coolie turned around in shock and found that the man in brocade was already lying on the ground. A young man in white was stepping on the man in brocade and crushing half of his face into the soil.

Li Ye looked down at the middle-aged man, his voice cold: "Fate gives you wealth and honor, not to bully the poor. If he had your background and luck with you, his success would be a hundred times higher than you!"
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