Just when the clam girl was confused, the space around her suddenly changed. One moment she was in the pond, and the next moment she appeared at the bottom of an ancient well.
She seemed to be aware of the sense of crisis. She immediately shrank her head into the shell and hid herself tightly.
"Age, gender, place of origin, why did you go there to steal his water? Please tell me the truth!"
Qiu Ping looked at the big shell in front of him, feeling the divine aura coming from the wrong side, his eyes thoughtful.
Wow, Clam Girl seems to be very timid. No matter how Qiu Ping keeps his mouth shut outside, she still refuses to come out.
"I begged you not to shut up, but he smashed me. His fists were very heavy. We had an old man there before who dared to cheat him out of his incense, and he beat me until his shell cracked."
Qiu Ping knocked on the shell, came closer and said threateningly.
"Don't... don't hit him."
A gap opened in the shell, and the smooth and jade-like Clam Girl slightly poked her head out of it. She was very nervous, her body was trembling slightly, and the gap was only half open, as if she was holding her head back when something happened.
Intend.
"He is the new river god of Huang'ao Village. Mingyue received an order from the City God, asking him to assist He Bo to blow the wind and move the clouds..." Ben Nu said timidly.
Unlike her little monster who had just stepped into the [Tongmai] and had practiced Taoism for a hundred years, Qiu Ping, a big monster with five hundred years of Taoism, would make her tremble with the aura he released casually.
"Why was it that when I became the Water God of Huang'ao Village, I was not in the ninth rank, but he was in the ninth rank that year?" Qiu Ping felt a little sour in his heart as he felt the aura of the wrong person.
Can I work hard without complaining? Well, except for paddling occasionally.
When the clam girl saw the unhappy black face of the little loach, she became even more frightened and closed the two shells a little further.
Bu Nao and Qiu Ping can also guess the reason.
Huang'ao Village is seeking to be promoted to a village, and all the gods are seeking to be promoted to a higher rank. Didn't you see that the land master next door has been promoted to the eighth rank?
Speaking of which, those people can be promoted. Thanks to Qiu Ping, who became the God of Wenxinjing, Huang'ao Village has almost become a "school district housing", and many wealthy gentry families have moved here.
Just like that, the little loach's psychology is even more unbalanced.
"Qiu Ping, what did I arrest his people for? It's raining over there, so don't come and cause trouble."
Just when Qiu Ping was about to tell the clam girl to shut up, He Bo's somewhat annoyed voice sounded in his ears.
"Bu Nao, my boy, if you have nothing to do, come and help me."
He Bo's voice sounded a little out of breath, as if he was tired, which aroused the little loach's curiosity.
It was already the end of October, and winter was about to begin. At that time, clouds and rain were everywhere.
I'm afraid that a cold wave will come and freeze the soil solidly.
Qiu Ping dangdong drilled into the void, and the surrounding space rippled. His figure disappeared directly at the same place, and then appeared in the sky in Fuhe.
Seeing the ferocious black-faced loach walk away, the clam girl got out of the shell like a frightened rabbit. Carrying her heavy shell, she slithered away from the ancient well and went to her own little mud pond to continue blowing wind.
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Qiu Ping was a little surprised when he came to Fuhe Zaikong.
The water level of Fuhe River, which was originally vast and wide, has now dropped by nearly half, and most of the remaining river water is turbid and yellow.
The silt exposed from the bottom of the water is now cracked into holes, and occasionally some dried small fish and shrimps can be seen.
Many aquatic animals in the Fu River are huddled at the bottom of the water, huddled together, which makes people feel uncomfortable just looking at them.
During that time, Qiu Ping was busy entertaining the Beihai True Dragon and the [Shuiguan Disaster Relief Conference]. He didn't know that the situation outside had become so bad.
"What's going on? Why don't you go to the Canglang River to transport water?"
Qiu Ping looked at the scene in the east and felt puzzled. In the past, if there was a drought, various water gods would go to the rivers to collect water to irrigate the four directions.
"Next year there will be disasters all over Tiandong. The Canglang River and Tongtian River are short of water compared to his place. I heard that a large area of the river bottom has been turned into grassland. Compared with other places, his place is pretty good."
Hebo shook his head. If there was water in the rivers, how could he wait until now?
"If it doesn't work, I'll go to the Daxue Mountains in the west to collect snow from the mountains. Although it's a bit laborious, it's better than losing lives."
Qiu Ping remembered that there was a river god who used to fetch water from the west, so he had to walk thousands of miles away, and it was quite dangerous.
"He has already sent people, and it is estimated that it will take more than half a month to come and go. During those months, we will evaporate some water vapor from the underground river in the east, and make up for it first, otherwise the crops will be short of water.
It will have a big impact on next year’s harvest.”
He Bo sighed. He was very sad during those confinement months.
But that drought swept through several states in the east of the world. He, a seventh-level god, seemed insignificant in the face of such a catastrophic disaster.
While talking to Qiu Ping, He Bo presided over the movement of clouds and rain.
The water gods of the entire Changning County have already raised the water vapor collected from all over the ground. The wind howled, but it did not roll up the dust and sand on the ground. There was just a little bit of water in the air.
Moisture.
This disaster was caused by the changes in heaven and earth. Even if the gods control the mountains and rivers, it would be extremely difficult to contend with heaven and earth.
"call."
He Bo flew into the air, took a long breath, and all the water vapor around him gathered towards his position.
A thin layer of dark clouds appeared in the sky, and the dark clouds reluctantly gathered towards the center, and then the water vapor became thicker and thicker, just like some men's symptoms. After holding it in for a long time, squeezing for a long time, shivering, it started to drop.
A few drops from the east.
He Bo frowned and his face turned red. Regardless of his age or his behavior at the moment, it perfectly matched that symptom.
"Please no... let him come."
Qiu Ping stretched out his legs to support He Bo, and he was a little anxious to hold it back.
"Can I do it?"
Although He Bo knew that Little Loach's strength was ridiculously high at the moment, making clouds and rain was not only a matter of strength, but also required the control of the magical power of the water system.
"Men, don't say no."
Qiu Ping soared to the east and dived into the dark clouds. In an instant, the wind and clouds gathered around him. What was originally just a handful of dark clouds now expanded rapidly like a fully blown balloon.
"Boom."
The clouds collided with each other, and the dull sound of thunder resounded among them, which looked quite astonishing in power.
He Bo tried his best to open his eyes wide. He wanted to see clearly what was inside the clouds, but Qiu Ping's body was completely covered by the dark clouds, and there was also an invisible force covering him, preventing the outside world from prying at him.
And inside the dark clouds, a small green dragon with distinct scales was swimming happily in the clouds.
The surrounding wind and clouds responded and gathered a large amount of water vapor.
Qiu Ping stared and continued to dig a few things, then quietly took off the Xiaoqinglong leather sheath.
Although he can barely control the wind and rain, he is not as abnormal as the talent of the Dragon Clan.
He cannot afford to make mistakes. He will be going to the summit from seven o'clock in the morning to eleven o'clock in the morning tomorrow. He is guilty!