"Reporting to Lord Long, Lord Changyang has entered the Shanhe Pond..." Above the pool, Turtle Changshi and a middle-aged man wearing a robe and a broad face and a square mouth stood suspended in the air.
"Bastard! Didn't I tell you not to mention your name indiscriminately? Now you are attending the banquet in your soul body. Do you think he can't sense it?"
The middle-aged man kicked Turtle Changshi on his shell, knocking him over.
"Yes, yes, I made a humble mistake. Please forgive me, Mr. Long." Turtle Changshi's expression changed and he quickly covered his mouth. He almost forgot about it.
These movers did not come to participate in the Dragon Palace banquet in real form, but entered Yanhu Lake in the form of souls entering dreams. When the race between humans and gods is over, they will wake up at home.
However, this time there is a great god mixed in among the candidates.
That great god is usually restrained by his physical body, but at this moment he has unfathomable power.
"There were rumors before that your Majesty was about to ascend to heaven and return to your throne, so why are you still stranded on earth?" Long Jun muttered in his mouth, but did not dare to show his dissatisfaction too obviously.
For human gods like them, the appearance of a celestial god within their jurisdiction would really put them at risk.
The man named Shen Changyang in front of me seems to have a good temperament, and his literary level should not be too low.
"The race between humans and gods begins now!"
In an instant, the surrounding void became distorted, and a ship appeared out of thin air on the calm water.
"boom."
"Hey, this guy couldn't have bribed the examiner, or how could he have passed the examination?" Qiu Ping looked at Shen Changyang's good looks and couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Shen Changyang saw that he felt sorry for himself, but he still managed to hold back a few lines of poetry.
This sprint made Qiu Ping a little confused, but his expression soon changed drastically, because the wind was too strong, and his small boat couldn't bear it.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just try your best." Qiu Ping said casually, unable to lift his spirits at all.
Qiu Ping twitched the corner of his mouth. He even wanted to write a poem for the other party. At least he had some poems from his past life in his stomach.
"We don't care whether it ascends to heaven or not. What we have to do is to make you happy. I will operate the mountain and river pool in person in a while. I must let you have a good time." Long Jun walked to the mountain and river pool and activated his divine power.
This illusory world was instantly under his control.
But this is a mountain and river pool. Who knows if Long Jun is watching them, he doesn't dare to cheat so openly.
Qiu Ping almost spat out a mouthful of water. There were probably only a hundred candidates admitted this year. Could it be that this person was ranked last in the exam?
"Let's go!" Qiu Ping said loudly, raising the somewhat nondescript sail on the awning boat.
Although Qiu Ping's appreciation of poetry is still at the level of middle and high school, he still thinks it's a bit nonsense.
Lord Long was very depressed. Damn it, aren’t these gods from the Lei Department all reckless? Every one of them was more fierce than the other during the war. Why did the Generalissimo of the Lei Department run into the human world and become a scholar? Wouldn’t this add trouble to the dragon?
Although they were definitely losing this round, Qiu Ping was not in the habit of surrendering without a fight.
In this struggle between humans and gods, laws are the boat and poetry is the oar.
"I ranked 100th in this provincial examination." Shen Changyang smiled shyly at Qiu Ping and said a little embarrassedly.
Even if you lose, you have to lose at the end.
When it was over, I unexpectedly found a silver pewter gun tip.
"I'll ask you, Lord, to worry about it for a while." Shen Changyang seemed to feel that he had dragged Qiu Ping down, and there was some apology in his words.
These ships are manifestations of the laws understood by the gods, because some of the gods have entered the mountains, rivers and pools for the second time, and the one with the most Dao patterns among them has reached five.
Once the boat breaks down, their race will be over.
Not long after, Turtle Changshi's voice spread throughout the mountains, rivers and ponds.
"Hello, my name is Qiu Ping." Qiu Ping grinned and said hello to the other party.
They were still lagging behind before, but they rushed to the middle of the pack in an instant.
"Um... I'm good at policy making, but I'm not very good at writing poetry." Shen Changyang felt a little embarrassed.
"Well, my level is a bit low, so you can only rely on me in this round. But you don't have to be too discouraged. You are still young. You should work hard in the future." Although Qiu Ping was already very depressed, he still had to be in front of the other party. Maintain the majesty of your own spirit.
How could he fail to ascend to heaven? It's just because he had other plans in mind and planned to stay in the human world for a while longer.
"In a while, we will form a team to participate in the boat race. Well... Needless to say, my strength is one of the best among the gods... Well, the one in the top ten, I just don't know what your level is? "Qiu Ping looked at the other person up and down and asked in an old-fashioned way.
…
"Shit."
Qiu Ping and Shen Changyang stood on a awning boat. Although this boat could not be said to be the smallest, it was not much bigger.
The slender mast made a creaking sound and was about to break at any moment, and the hull was also swaying as if it was about to fall apart.
"Shen Changyang, write a poem quickly." Qiu Ping saw that other ships had already set off. Some of them were holding up their hands and reciting poems, and the sails of the ships were beating, causing the ships to move quickly in the water.
Just when he was slandering, suddenly, a strong wind blew up out of thin air, which instantly inflated the sails on the awning boat, and the boat shot out like an arrow.
Lord Long glanced at the old turtle. If Lord Changyang really wanted to ascend to heaven, he would just wipe his neck. Once his human body loses vitality, his soul will automatically return to power, and he will immediately become the high-ranking Marshal of the Thunder Department.
It would be great if you could fly yourself.
If two rookies come together, wouldn't they have to end up in last place?
"I heard that... the ascension to heaven failed." Turtle Chief Shi said in a low voice as he was well-informed.
Only by working together can we survive these thousands of miles of waves.
But he would not tell Turtle Changshi these words. After all, the Changyang Lord was nearby. If he found out that he was chewing his tongue behind his back, he would probably have his skin and bones ripped apart.
He likes such polite human beings.
The big one is like a giant ship with tall sails, like a mountain. The small one is like a sampan boat, which seems to be about to roll over if the wind and waves are strong.
If this spreads out, what will other gods think of me? What will He Bo think of me? The clever and intelligent persona I finally established in front of He Bo has all collapsed.
The more Dao patterns there are and the deeper the laws are understood, the bigger the condensed ship will be.
Qiu Ping was in a very bad mood and could only use his full strength to operate the law to stabilize the ship.
"Hey, this little loach is too weak." Lord Long above the Shanhe Pond shook his head. He seemed to have blown the wind a little too hard just now, and almost blew Lord Changyang off the boat.
No, the boat must be made stronger.
Let me give you a riddle: Mr. Changyang, type the name of a novel. There will be no reward for guessing correctly.