The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

When the yamen runners and Jiang Zhi arrived, they happened to see this scene, but with Qi Yu there, who could get close to him?

From the perspective of martial arts, the skills trained under the personal supervision of a master known as "the best in the world" are not just fancy moves.

In a short while, all those who were ready to make a move were piled up like a pyramid.

"Since the gods have bestowed food upon us, everyone who sees it should have a share. But if you dare to snatch it, you're breaking the rules! Let's see who dares to step forward!"

These words were so powerful that they immediately frightened the restless refugees and criminals.

The yamen runner holding the hilt of the sword was suddenly stunned. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there was such amazing skill in the world.

Without causing any harm, he suppressed the person.

The prince is worthy of being a prince.

"Come on, take down these troublemakers!"

The yamen runners came forward with swords and ropes, and quickly tied up the first group of people who caused the trouble, including seven refugees and eight convicts.

"Well done to you guys, you ignored my words, didn't you? Good!"

The chief yamen runner swung the long sword in his hand, and it just hit the head of the man who had just started the commotion.

The man was so scared that he peed himself.

"There's so much food, and none of you can eat a single bite today!"

At the command of the yamen runner, several people were blindfolded and thrown aside.

The rest of those who did not make a fuss divided the work and cooperated with each other just like last night.

We have water, rice, and oil, so we can have a good meal today.

If you don't need a watery soup, you can stir-fry the cabbage with oil and add some potatoes, or you can make a pot of soup with just cabbage. Most importantly, everyone got a bowl of sticky white rice!

"Uh-huh."

The blindfolded people couldn't see but could smell the aroma of rice. It had been a long time since they smelled it, and they were so greedy.

Tied up and unable to move, some people began to bang their heads against the wall to show weakness.

The yamen runner glanced at Qi Yu, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he didn't dare to speak. After all, without him, no one would have any food.

People who received food did not dare to ask for mercy. If they accidentally lost the food, it would be worse than death.

But no one noticed that there was one less person in the prisoner camp than last night.

In the distance, a pair of eyes stared at this side, and then ran away in panic.

"The food gifted by the gods is truly unique. This rice is delicious!"

One of the yamen runners raised his thumb and wanted to get some rice, but Jiang Zhi blocked him with an attitude of "anyone who gets close will die".

"Hey, you prisoner dare to stop me?" The yamen runner drew his sword and was about to stab, but was stopped by the leader.

Zhao Li had indeed always disliked Qi Yu, and after arriving at the place of exile, he was also trying to find ways to torture them, the master and the servant.

But after that idea came to his mind last night, he changed his mind. In addition, Qi Yu received food given by the gods today, so he knew that he could not act rashly.

Waving his hand, signaling the brothers to leave, he walked over to Qi Yu with his bowl of rice: "What do you mean?"

No one called me grandpa.

The tone is also disrespectful.

If this had happened in the past, he would have been dragged away and punished before he could even give his orders.

Qi Yu curled his lips and continued to eat the rice in the bowl until he had eaten all the foam. Then he raised his head and said meaningfully: "Brother Zhao, can you trust me?"

The prince called him big brother.

No, he is a fugitive now.

But he was dressed in a heroic manner, so it would have been easy for him to run away. He didn't run away and was even more respectful to him.

Zhao Li’s ability to become the head of the yamen runners was not achieved by brute force alone.

"What do you mean?"

"The gods have given me food, and I share it with everyone. I will also continue to pray to them for salvation. I'm sure they will help us, but... there's no such thing as a free meal. Brother Zhao, do you think this is true?"

Qi Yu looked into the distance with deep and cold eyes, which were long and distant. He had a powerful aura that was natural and natural, as if he had returned to the high and mighty, glorious prince of the past.

Zhao Li's breath was choked for a moment, and he quickly spat, "Do you want to ride on my head?"

"I dare not. You are an official, and I am a convict. How dare I cross the line?"

Qi Yu simply pointed at the remaining half bag of rice and half a barrel of oil in the distance and said, "But now I am the only one who can communicate with the gods, so I need Brother Zhao's help."

"What do you want to do?"

After making sure that there was no calculation in Qi Yu's eyes, Zhao Li said cheerfully: "As long as you don't run away and don't cause us any trouble, just tell us directly."

"I need silver."

"Bah! How dare you, a fugitive, covet money?" The yamen runner who was about to hit someone rushed over but was stopped by Zhao Li.

"What do you want the money for?"

"Of course it's for the gods."

Qi Yu did not hide it either. Of course, he would never tell anyone that the jade token could communicate with gods.

"The gods provide for so many of us, three meals a day, which is no small amount. We have to pay the waiters when we eat and drink outside, so why don't the gods ask for money?"

His question startled Zhao Li, "We are already building a temple for the gods, and we will be offering incense and offering sacrifices to them in the future!"

"Not to mention that the temple hasn't been built yet, how many incense sticks will there be in the future? Can the ashes that will dissipate with the wind be turned into silver?"

Qi Yu's counter-question left Zhao Li speechless.

Yes, the incense is illusory, but the food in front of you is real.

How can you buy something without paying?

But God, are you so poor?

"How much does the god want?"

Zhao Li patted his pockets. Although he was an escorting yamen runner, who would be willing to come on the road of exile?

If he hadn't been unlucky enough to offend his superiors, this mission would not have fallen on him.

All the money he currently has was looted from these fugitives.

"Besides, how can I believe that what you said is true?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Li became alert instantly.

He looked at Qi Yu and then at Jiang Zhi with sharp eyes. Who knows whether the master and servant would ask for money and then take the opportunity to run away.

"If I want to run away, can you guys stop me?"

Qi Yu chuckled, then turned his wrist and did something, but Zhao Li screamed in pain and the whip in his hand fell to the ground.

The brothers gathered around immediately.

Qi Yu was not curious about everyone's reaction. He found a pile of yellow earth and sat down casually, supporting himself with one hand on his bent knee.

"Knock you out, take away your money, and take Jiang Zhi back to the Imperial Capital. If I want to do it, no one can stop me. But don't worry, I will repent for my mistakes and will not cause any trouble to the officials. I am in this situation now. I really want to help you and save myself. So, please consider it, but don't take too long. If the gods don't give you food next time, don't blame me for not reminding you today."

After he finished speaking, Qi Yu threw away the stone in his hand, jumped up with a light tap of his toes, and was already behind the crowd, continuing to mix the mud and sand, as if the person who was high above and exuded the aura of a superior was not him.

"Brother, is what he said true? Should we really give him all our belongings?"

"Not for him, but for the gods."

"But what if he really ran away?"

"Didn't you see his skills just now? He knocked down eight people with one punch. Wouldn't it be easy for him to beat you?"

Zhao Li raised his hand. There was an obvious small dent on the back of his hand. It was caused by a stone on the ground due to the strong force.

He glanced at Qi Yu deeply from the corner of his eyes, and took out the pearl in his arms first, "Forget it, just trust him this time."

Everyone also took out money.

When he presented it to Qi Yu, Zhao Li put forward a condition, "How are you going to give so much money to the gods?"

"I have my own way."

"No, I must see you offer your property to the gods with my own eyes!"