A passerby in Xiuxian novel becomes a popular figure through farming

The beggars were very busy, and they were very busy.

"It's here. It's a remote place. We used to live next to it. Four years ago, we often saw strange people coming in and out, and we could vaguely hear crying and shouting.

"Everyone was scared and moved away from here."

"Now we can't even eat enough there, so we have been secretly observing them, and we want to come back after they leave."

At the foot of the wall, Yu Wanqing cast a spell to hide herself and the beggar, looking at the dilapidated wooden house in front.

Although everyone had a full meal, for safety reasons, Yu Wanqing only let the slightly older child come out with her.

"Did you see what they looked like? "

The beggar shook his head: "They always wear masks when they come, but their clothes are very distinctive, and they are made of materials that only rich people in the city would wear."

"A bunch of fat guys, they have a lot of money at home and they still don't forget to suck the marrow and bones of others."

Yu Wanqing noticed the words in the beggar's mouth: "Fat, rich, sucking the marrow and bones? I didn't expect that you are quite educated, little guy."

The beggar was a little embarrassed after being praised: "There is a private school here. Before we left, the private school teacher allowed us to go in and listen to the class."

"Your private school teacher is a rare good man."

The beggar nodded: "The teacher is a good man."

"Okay, this place is a bit dangerous, you go back first, the spell I cast on you is enough for you to walk back safely."

"Well, Master, please be careful."

"Well. "

After the little guy left, Yu Wanqing turned into a soil body and merged into the underground soil to go to the suspicious room.

Today, after a long-awaited meal, the beggar was in a very good mood. He was humming a little tune on the way back when he suddenly heard a noise of pushing and quarreling in front of him.

"Isn't this Master Yi? How did you become so miserable?"

"Why didn't your cousin who runs the Chamber of Commerce come to help you?"

"Here you are bullied by others and live a life worse than pigs and dogs."

"Now you are disabled. "

The beggar approached quietly, hiding in the dark and observing, and saw four or five people in servants' clothes surrounding a young man in white and making sarcastic remarks.

The young man in white sat on the ground, his face pale and sickly, as if he would fall down with a gust of wind.

He wore a plain white robe, and his waist was tied to outline his waist which was thinner than a woman's, but at this moment, it was covered with a lot of dirt and looked a little embarrassed.

His eyes were dark and deep, but without a trace of life, like a pool of stagnant water, quietly looking at the people around him, as if he had become accustomed to their ridicule and abuse.

Next to the young man in white, there was a wooden wheelchair overturned on the ground, and a muddy foot was stepping on it, which was obviously knocked over by the servants.

The servant reached out and pinched the young man in white's chin to lift his face up, and said with a tut-tut sound: "Tut-tut-tut, it would be a pity if this face was sent to be a prostitute! Look at his eyebrows and eyes, he looks more like a woman than his cousin. "

The elegant face looked a little embarrassed at the moment, with a few strands of hair hanging down, making him look even more lonely and fragile.

"With his cultivation level, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive one time before being raped to death."

"Based on Master Yifeng's nature of seeking pleasure and flirting with women all day long, he shouldn't let him go easily, right? Maybe he has already been raped by someone..."

The young man who had been indifferent finally took action. He slapped the hand that was holding his chin away with force, his beautiful eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and his broken voice was like a gurgling stream: "Get out!"

"Oh, are you angry? "The servant's teasing tone suddenly became a bit ambiguous.

The people around burst into laughter.

The beggar in the distance was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, scratching his head and cheeks.

It turned out that he knew the person who was being bullied. This person was the private school teacher he had mentioned to Yu Wanqing before.

In the heart of the beggar, the teacher was a great and good man.

He must not be bullied!

What to do?

The beggar wanted to go back to find Yu Wanqing, but then he remembered that Master Yu came here to do business, and he might not be able to find him if he went back. What if something happened here when he left?

The beggar remembered that the master had protected him, so he could go up himself.

He did it right away. The beggar stood up and relied on the others to

He could not see that he was running over with such momentum that he was headbutted!

"Who! Who hit me?"

"Oh, it's a ghost."

"I think he is tired of living!"

These servants were at most at the peak of Qi training. Some small spells hitting Yu Wanqing's defense were like tickling. Seeing this, the beggar was a little more confident and hit harder.

"Quick, find him out."

"Don't let me find you out."

The young man in white clothes lying on the ground looked at the group of people in a hurry and smiled a little. The night wind blew past like a blooming flower.

"Damn it, today is not a good day, retreat!"

"Let's go."

"Just wait, we won't let you go."

These people fled in panic and did not forget to say a few harsh words.

The beggar lifted the wheelchair up and hurried to help the young man: "Sir, I'll help you up."

The gentleman was disabled, but he had a strong personality.

The beggar was a little afraid that the teacher would scold him.

Although he didn't see the person, the young man could already tell who it was by the voice.

"Fugui? Didn't you and the others leave?"

The young man was a private school teacher. Seeing these beggars were pitiful, he asked them to learn to read and write, and then asked them to give themselves names.

The beggar thought about it for several days and named himself Fugui.

He vowed that he would become rich and powerful in the future.

"A fairy master asked me to lead her way. The protection on my body was given by the fairy master! Those spells just now were like tickling me."

Fugui's tone was a little proud.

The young man raised his hand carefully and slowly approached the transparent barrier in front of him. When his finger touched it, a slight resistance came.

Jindan stage?

The young man couldn't help but think secretly: Judging from his many years of practice experience, the person who can set up such a barrier should be a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan.

Thinking of this, the young man's eyes dimmed again. He slowly lowered his head and stared at his unconscious legs. The resentment and powerlessness in his heart surged like a tide.

If it weren't for the poisoning of the Yi couple.

How could he end up like this?

His mother was killed by the two men because she believed in the slander of that man!

Those people called him the eldest son of the Yi family, but if it weren't for the Yi family's conspiracy, he shouldn't have the surname Yi.

Now, not only has his cultivation stagnated, he has stayed at the third level of Qi Refining and cannot break through, and he has become a useless person with crippled legs...

All kinds of past events kept emerging in his mind, and the young man bit his lips tightly, trying to restrain the surging emotions in his heart.

One day he will take revenge.