The man on the ferry was strange in his heart, but his hands were not slow. He supported the boat very quickly with one oar, which was obviously a bit of skill. He also stopped the boat and took passengers in the middle. Seeing that the amount of money was not bad, he was willing to close the boat to the shore. If he had a short time to swear for a long time, he cursed.

A monk came up in the middle and took out three cents first. Because he was too lazy to hand it over to the man, he put it on the cabin and greeted the man, "My ferry money is here."

The man ignored the monk and glanced at the monk. He saw that the monk was about fifty years old, wearing a shabby monk's robe that had faded in color. There were several places that showed flesh, bare feet, and two torn shoes of different colors, as if they were picked up from the pile of dust, covered with mud and dust.

He held a small wooden box as long as a ruler in his hand. Although he couldn't see what was contained in the box, no matter who saw it, he could guess based on the situation on the monk's body, and could determine that there were no valuables in the box. However, the monk took the wooden box very seriously, sat on the side of the boat, put the wooden box on his knees, and held it firmly, as if he was afraid that he would be taken away by the people on his boat.

The people on the same boat felt strange and looked at him with two black eyes, but he didn't look back, but just looked at Jiang Wenlun with a smile. Then he saw that the people who had just boarded the boat took out the money and handed it to the man, and then he looked surprised and asked the man: "Do you have to pay twice when taking the ferry?"

The man turned his eyes up and replied coldly: "I've had food, worried that I have nothing to do. Are you driving a ferry to play? Just say whether you give it to me or not, or do you want to beg for alms with me? Hehe, if you beg for alms with me, I still have money to give it to you."

The monk smiled and said, "Are you really saying it? There are Yidu rivers in my hometown, and there are also things to give money to others. After most of today, I haven't gotten some things to import, and I'm so hungry that I can't support it. If you are really willing to do good deeds and give me dozens of cents, that's really saving a life, better than building a seven-level pagoda."

Before the monk finished speaking, the man suddenly spat at the monk's face, and then spat sternly, "You are your dream of spring and autumn. Do you pretend to be confused and want to rely on the money to cross the river? No! Be more cautious, take out the money quickly and don't drag them down."

After hearing this, the monk quickly wiped the spit on his face and said anxiously: "Oh! Are you kidding me? I just said that I really gave me money. Now that you regret not giving it to me, it's fine. Why bother scolding me like this and spitting on my face? What's this for?"

The man opened his eyes wide and inserted the bamboo pole in his hand into the river from the back tip, nailing the ferry. He rushed into the boat with anger and waited to reach out to grab the monk's clothes.

Jiang Wenlun was dissatisfied with his feelings, so he stood up and covered the monk and said to the man: "You don't need to make things difficult for him. I'll give you money to cross the river on his behalf." The man pushed Jiang Wenlun aside and cursed: "You still have cradle grass on your back, and your mouth is smelly, there are no hairs on your mouth, and you don't carry half a pound of oil on your hands. Do you want you to meddle in other people's business?"

After the ferry man pushed Jiang Wenlun aside, he grabbed the monk's clothes and said sternly, "And you, the stinky monk, have you got on my boat, and you still dare to plan to cross the river money?" He cursed like this.

He had already tightened the monk's old monk's robe with both hands, pulled it hard a few times, and asked, "Why don't you take out the money quickly? I dare to say half a word, and I will knock you off the boat with an old punch." The monk was pulled away from the boat with his feet and said with a bitter face: "I really have no money on me, what should I take out?"

The man shouted loudly: "Since you don't have a penny, why dare you jump onto my ferry?" The monk hugged the wooden box tightly with his hands and said: "Didn't you give you money just now? If you want it again, someone will pay for me, why don't you?"

The man shook his head and said, "There is no such cheap thing in the world. You old guy has no money and dares to jump on our ferry. If you don't punish you heavily, I will not be able to drive the ferry in the future." As he said that, he raised his right hand and was about to knock the monk's head.

When the monk saw that he was protecting the wooden box with both hands, as if he was very important, he immediately stopped and came to seize the wooden box. Seeing that the man was about to seize the wooden box, the monk hugged him tighter, and the two of them twisted into a ball. The people on the same boat seemed to be afraid of the man's viciousness. Not only did no one dare to help the monk, but there was not even a fair word.

Jiang Wenlun was really unsatisfied when he saw it, and then he took out a piece of silver worth about one or two of them from his side, and gave it to the man and said:

"You just asked him for money to cross the river, but he didn't. I'll give him the money on his behalf, but you don't support me. Now I'll give you one or two dollars for him. Not to mention just ferrying money, it's more than enough to buy your ferry. Don't you support me?"

After seeing the large piece of silver, the man couldn't help but let go of the monk, took the silver, weighed it a few times, and then looked at the condition carefully, then nodded, while putting it in his arms, and then looked at Jiang Wenlun unstoppable. Jiang Wenlun turned around, as if he was quite disgusted and ignored it.

The man returned to the stern of the boat, passed by Jiang Wenlun, deliberately stepped on the cabin board, and took advantage of the opportunity to turn his body towards Jiang Wenlun, touching Jiang Wenlun's bag with one hand. There were dozens of taels of silver in the bag, and he began to feel that he had some weight. Then he quickly changed his smile and said to Jiang Wenlun: "I'm sorry, my little husband, why didn't he get hurt?"

Although Jiang Wenlun had no experience in the martial arts world, he was quick-witted and knew that he had bad intentions when he touched him. However, Jiang Wenlun looked weak and practiced martial arts in Qingxu Temple, but he was no longer the lawyer in Shangyong City who was powerless.

After a little bit of his mind, Jiang Wenlun also smiled and shook his head and replied, "As long as I don't touch my bag, it doesn't matter if I touch it on me." The man pulled the oar at the tip of the boat, carried the boat away, teasing Jiang Wenlun and said, "I heard that you are not talking about a local accent. At a young age, I carry the bag alone, where can I go?" Jiang Wenlun replied casually: "The place I want to go is far away." The man smiled and said, "Would you not be afraid if you don't invite a few companions to go out alone?"

Jiang Wenlun was too lazy to answer. Seeing that he was about to close the shore to the next pier, he immediately stood up and tightened the head of the bag. The man showed a hesitation on his face, and he pointed the boat at the left, and turned the boat back. Seeing this, the people on the boat realized that it was not good, and shouted in a lingering voice: "Why don't you close the shore and put the oar on the left?"

The man replied viciously: "I've been experiencing the whole life."

The boat, are you afraid that you won’t know how to get the shore?” As he said that, he pressed the stern against the river bank with his hands, hooked the wooden stakes on the shore, and turned around and said to the person who was riding the boat: “The bow of the boat is broken, so you can’t dock. You can hurry up and take the stern down.”

The stern of the boat was raised upwards, four or five feet high and leaned against a slope, and felt even higher offshore. The people on the boat were afraid and dared not to follow the man's words, so they had to jump down one by one. Some of them jumped and couldn't get up for a long time.

Although the river is small, the river is very fast. When it was Jiang Wenlun's turn to jump down, the man grabbed Jiang Wenlun's bag and lifted it up. Jiang Wenlun's body fell down, and the bag fell out of his neck and came to the man's hand. Then he loosened the bamboo pole hooked on the pile, and the ferry was pushed by the river, and he ran down the river.

Although Jiang Wenlun held his breath and concentrated, he had no experience after all, and he was so angry that he stomped his feet on the ground, and his whole body rose into the air and slapped the man's chest with a palm. It was strange that when Jiang Wenlun took action, the man who seemed to be a little martial arts fights the river in his heart, and falls into the water. Only two bubbles emerged from the water surface, and he dies like this.

Everyone who crossed the river with the same boat stood on the shore and looked at Jiang Wenlun with fear. However, Jiang Wenlun was even more surprised and confused appeared on his face. Although the man on the ferry was abominable, he would not die. Jiang Wenlun slapped the other party with a palm, just to teach the other party a lesson, and never thought about taking the other party's life.

However, after this palm, the other party died in vain and his life was over. Jiang Wenlun was well-read and could not accept it for a while. Of course, this seemed strange, but it was actually reasonable. Jiang Wenlun is now a acquired warrior. He could not come out innately and could basically walk sideways.

The warriors in the innate realm are already considered to be a little master in this world. Naturally, they would not come here to take a ferry if they have nothing to do. Ordinary figures in the world have reached the top of Jiang Wenlun's realm. The man on this ferry seems ferocious and can have a few fists, but how can he have a profound martial arts realm? Jiang Wenlun's anger attack unknowingly used all his strength. How could the man on this ferry have the truth that he would not die?

Of course, this cannot be blamed on Jiang Wenlun for not knowing the importance of it. Although Jiang Wenlun has been practicing martial arts for a while, the people around him are all amazing masters. In Qingxu Temple, there is no need to say much about the master's generation. The martial arts brothers of the same sect are also very strong, and "Xu Yao" who started together is even more powerful and has no edges. Jiang Wenlun is at the bottom for a long time, and over time, he will naturally look down on himself.

When I arrived at the Gan family, the situation became even worse. After practicing martial arts for so long, I felt it was difficult to pick up my wife's double swords. Jiang Wenlun was so optimistic that he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged and looked down on himself.

In addition, Jiang Wenlun practiced martial arts, but rarely fought with others. This move, just like before he had discussed with Xu Yao, he used all his strength. When he had discussed with Xu Yao, even if he used all his strength, as long as Xu Yao moved a finger, Jiang Wenlun would have to lie down. However, now Jiang Wenlun punched him out, he had already taken the life of the ferry man. This sip was a coincidence.
Chapter completed!