Qiu Ping drove back for more than ten miles before he found the group of water gods who were struggling to pay their bills.
The faces of all the gods turned red. They chased after Qiuping and used all their energy to nurse, but they could only watch the little loach swim further and further away. In the end, even Yongxuan could not be seen.
Qiu Ping stretched out his legs and touched the whiskers on his lips, and couldn't help but sigh.
It seems that the new gods of that generation are not very good, they are far worse than when we first became gods.
Forget it, Mingyue will give us a ride.
Qiu Ping immediately changed his mind, and the water vapor around him was rolling. A hundred feet away, countless subtle undercurrents were stirring, flowing in different directions.
His bloodline has evolved several times. He has been implanted with innate bones, swallowed dragon beads, and taken the water of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and the blood of the true dragon. Although he is not a pure blood dragon loach, his strength is definitely not better than that of pure blood of the same level.
The bloody golden thread dragon loach asks for the difference.
When he got to that point, it was as if he could control the flow of water.
"Follow him and swim to the Canglang River together!"
Qiu Ping flicked his tail, and his body flew out like an arrow, dragging a hundred feet long undercurrent behind him.
When a group of water gods step on the undercurrent, they can push forward with the help of Qiuping's water flow with just a little force and move forward like wind and lightning in the east of Shuidong.
Everyone was secretly surprised. Although they had known for a long time that Qiu Ping was a popular person around Hebo, because of his young age, everyone thought that he could only stay in power by playing tricks and pretending to be good.
But it seemed to Ruming that that little loach was very powerful.
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All the way to the west, we swam about three hundred miles.
After passing a fork, the river widened all the way, and even the narrowest part was a hundred feet long. The widest part was even more majestic, with no two banks visible.
Rolling waves are rolling in the slightly turbid water. If you look eastward from a high place, the Canglang River, which stretches for thousands of miles, is like a giant dragon with teeth and claws, winding and twisting.
Qiu Ping clearly felt that the concentration of the true dragon essence contained in the water was much higher.
The body of the dead true dragon from the East China Sea is at the boundary mountain, not far from here.
"We're going to get water!"
Qiu Ping dived forward suddenly, his body instantly broke through the water and entered the air.
The water vapor from the Canglang River gathered one after another, forming thick clouds and mist to the east of him.
He swims freely among the clouds.
As the purity of his bloodline gradually increases, although he cannot control the wind and rain on a large scale, there are already visions accompanying his actions.
A group of water gods in Changning County also used their magical powers to stand in mid-air.
The place on the water surface is actually much more lively than Shuidong Qiuqiu.
The Canglang River runs through the entire Qingzhou and is the largest water system in Qingzhou. The amount of water stored in it is amazing. Perhaps because the scope of drought next year will be very large, water officials from many prefectures and counties will come here to collect water.
Ru Ming's presence on the river was like a gathering of gods.
At a glance, the number of gods cannot be less than three hundred, and it looks very lively.
Among them there are many gods from the seventh level and above.
Qiu Ping and others excitedly asked to go in to get water, but were stopped by Yasha who had been patrolling the river.
"Hey, why are you running so fast? Which prefecture and county do I come from? Take out the certificate." The leader of the yaksha shook his head, thinking that the little loach was so reckless.
I don’t know which county they came from and why they sent a kid as the leader.
Only then did Qiu Ping remember that He Bo had given him a document before coming here.
He smiled shyly and handed the document to the Yaksha.
"You're from Changning County? If you want to go there to get water, you know the rules..." Xunjiang Yaksha glanced at the document and handed it back to Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping was stunned for a while, then suddenly slapped his head, hey, look at his memory.
He immediately took out a few pieces of spiritual minerals and spiritual fruits, and quietly handed a piece to each of the patrolling yakshas in front of him.
Everyone is not a member of the officialdom, and we all know the rules.
Qiu Ping had already mastered the skills of giving gifts and showing favors to the two Ye Youshen brothers.
Several Yashas were also stunned. They each held spiritual minerals and spiritual fruits in their legs, but they suddenly felt at a loss.
"Huh? Isn't that too little?" Qiu Ping was confused in his mind, whether he could do things for the government, but now he couldn't spend his own money, and he didn't know if he could ask He Bo for reimbursement when he went back.
"...If you don't understand the rules, just look at that stone tablet. It's clearly written on it." Just as the little loach gritted its teeth and prepared to bleed, the leader Yasha pointed to a stone tablet by the river.
The rules for fetching water are very simple. The water gods of each prefecture and county can fetch water by themselves. It depends on each family's ability to take more or less.
But one thing is that once the water level of the Canglang River drops to a certain level, everyone is prohibited from taking water.
This means that there is a limit to the total amount of water that the water gods can draw. Those who come early and are powerful can draw more water. Otherwise, they can find other ways.
The Shuiguan series is different from the Ground series.
The earth is mostly responsible for people's death, and they are very concerned about various etiquette and rules.
But the water gods are basically not monsters, and to a certain extent they advocate the law of the jungle.
"Come in quickly, lest the water will be snatched away by others soon." The leader of the patrol, Yasha, collected the spiritual mines and spiritual fruits, and waved his legs to let Little Loach and others pass.
Little Loach watched helplessly as the wife he finally saved was carried into their arms, and he wished he could slap himself twice.
How fast do you pay for yourself?
Then it's a waste of money.
"That... little loach, he saw that I was quite friendly, so he chatted with me for a while. After a while, he went to the east to get water. There are some water gods who are not very powerful there, so he won't encounter any high-legged people like me.
Grab the water. It's very important. When the water level is about to reach the position, leave quickly and don't stop."
Just when Qiu Ping was dejected, the leader Yasha suddenly stopped him again and gave him some pointers.
Many water gods came here for the first time and thought they could just find a place to get water.
As everyone knows, if there is a drought, there will never be too much water. Of course, every water god who comes here wants to take more water back.
Even if you don't need it, you can sell it again when the time comes, and it will be worth a lot of money.
So every time I get water, it's actually a competition based on my abilities. If I accidentally encounter some powerful water god, even if I can't get enough water, it will be snatched away.
Qiu Ping rushed to get rid of Nao, and he felt better in his heart. At least the money spent was of some use. As for Qiu Nao, he understood the first one, but what did the second one mean?
The port was over, and he didn't want to delay. He immediately rolled up the clouds and mist to the east, and together with the water gods from outside the county, came to the east of the Canglang River.
Sure enough, as Na Yaksha said, the people who draw water here are only small gods of the eighth or ninth grade. Most of them have been around for a hundred years, and the ones with the highest strength are less than two hundred years old.
When Qiu Ping came there, it was like a big devil had entered Xinji Village.
"Start getting water!"
He stretched out his legs and threw it, and the clay pot He Bo gave him flew directly into the air and turned into the size of a small mountain.
With the movement of divine power, the water on the river surface suddenly condensed into liquid, taking on the shape of a tornado, and entered the clay pots one after another.
Other water gods in Changning County also helped to fetch water, but their strength was low and the water flow was much thinner than that of Qiu Ping.
Because of the large number of people in Bu Nao, the total amount is quite considerable.
Because the neck of the clay pot was limited, it could only allow so much water to pass through at one time. Qiu Ping couldn't speed up the process even if he wanted to.
Doesn't that make Qiu Ping quite bored?
According to the storage efficiency of the jar, ten water gods are basically enough. I don’t know why Hebo asked everyone to come here.
While working, Qiu Ping's habit of paddling came back again.
He took the time to look around. On the vast river, there were countless clay pots, large and small, suspended.
Most of the clay pots are about the same size as those brought by Qiu Ping, but there are only a dozen or so pots that are obviously larger than ordinary sizes, and their water-drawing efficiency is almost five times that of the small loaches and others.
The most exaggerated thing is that the pottery pot in the middle of the river is ten times the size of the pottery pot in Qiuping.
The sky was hanging in the air, just like a long whale sucking water, sucking the turbulent water into it. No one dared to come close within a hundred feet of the clay pot.
Damn, big dog owner.
Qiu Ping was neither envious nor jealous in his heart.
As it rises in the east and sets in the west, the water surface of the Canglang River drops eastward little by little.
On the fifth day, the water level finally approached the marked position.
That means this water collection is about to end.
I don't know since when, there are fewer and fewer people around Qiuping, and several gods with relatively low strength left even yesterday.
Doesn't that make Qiu Ping a little strange?
He suddenly remembered Yaksha's instructions again, and immediately prepared to collect the pottery pots. He called out a few more times, and prepared to take the water gods of Changning County with him to go home after casual work.
There is at least half the water volume of the Fu River there, which is more than enough to supply water to the seedlings in the fields.
"Let's go home! Everyone worked hard in those days!"
Qiu Ping made a seal and was about to retrieve the jar, but suddenly, a wave of water exploded in the east of the water, and a dragon nearly a hundred feet jumped out from the east of the water, and he grabbed it with his claws covered with blue scales.
clay pot.
"Hahaha, thank you for helping him fetch water those days. Don't forget to visit him when you go to Bibo Lake." The dragon burst into laughter, picked up the clay pot and ran away.
"Why?" Qiu Ping raised his head and looked in the wrong direction, with a confused look in his eyes.
"Hey, he is such a poor little guy. He just made me experience the dangers of life in advance. I will definitely be grateful to him in the future." Seeing Qiu Ping's silly look, Jiaolong felt like he could bear it.
Can't stand it any longer.
Such a stupid guy, he couldn't help but want to rob the wrong party again.
Anyway, just hope that no one is killed there. The River God doesn’t care how the gods from different places compete for water.
Unless there is a serious drought, Jiang Shen will personally take action to control the water vapor.
Jiaolong laughed proudly and was about to leave, but suddenly his body stopped.
When I turned around, I found that my tail was caught in the leg of the little loach.
"Is he really such a stubborn little guy...ahhh...ahhh..."
The dragon was about to use its tail to throw the wrong person away, but in an instant, he felt that the world was spinning. He crossed a hundred and eighty degrees in mid-air, hit the water hard, and then continued counterclockwise one hundred and eighty degrees.
Eighty degrees, it hit the other side.
"Pah...pah...pah..."
"Pa bang bang..."
In the east of sunset, a hundred-foot-long dragon was grabbed by the tail by a small loach, and was repeatedly thrown into the water, causing layers of water splashes.
On that day, that dragon truly understood the dangers of life.
Happy 27th birthday to "The World in His Books is Not a Wonderful World". I originally wanted to update a 4,000-word chapter, but after some revisions, revisions, and deletions, I was left with just over 3,000 words...