Qiu Ping felt like a boat in the wind and rain, no, not like a boat, but a small boat on the verge of capsizing in the wind and rain.
No one is so playful. Why did Shen Changyang's few broken poems cause such a big stir? Could it be that he has failed to keep up with the times?
"Click."
A crisp cracking sound passed into Qiu Ping's heart, and he screamed inwardly. An astonishing crack appeared on the hull of the ship, and turbulent water poured in.
As the water washed away, the various laws he had previously comprehended turned out to be blurred.
On these thousands of miles of blue waves, the gods can greatly increase the speed of understanding the law with the help of Juzi Wenqi. But similarly, if the ship collapses midway, the mind will also be blinded and the realm will be reversed.
But now, what Qiu Ping was most worried about happened.
Another huge wave came, and he was no longer able to use the rules to build a boat, and he was about to fall into the water.
"It's over. My reputation in this life has really been lost to my grandma's house." He sighed secretly in his heart. In so many years, I am afraid that he is the only god who has fallen into the water.
No matter how small the boat is, others can still survive to the end.
Just when he was about to fall into the water, a massive amount of information suddenly appeared in his brain out of thin air, as if someone had inserted a data cable into his body and transmitted all the mysterious laws into his brain.
…
But his psychological journey just now was far more exciting than Qiu Ping's.
"Sigh, there may be a bug in Shanhe Pond. I just hope Lord Long won't think that we are cheating." He sighed in his heart. Now it was not only Shen Changyang's side that was abnormal, but also the awning under him. The nine lines on the boat and tail cannot be explained at all.
Because on his dragon tail, nine dao patterns actually appeared, which was the limit that a god in the mountains, rivers and pools could condense.
He feels a little sorry for Mr. Long. If someone else just returns it, he may not know any real treasure. But Mr. Changyang, as a great god in the heaven, has never seen any good things, so he will definitely take the best for you.
When he was studying in his previous life, he was like a middle-class student. He had to decipher the questions several times to understand the questions that other top academics could learn at a glance.
"This... this is too fast!" Qiu Ping could hardly open his eyes. The ship under him could no longer be said to be crossing the sea, but flying close to the sea!
The other ships have been left far behind, and not even a shadow can be seen.
"Hula."
Qiu Ping had seriously begun to doubt Long Jun's aesthetics, and how such a poem could cause such a violent storm.
Shen Changyang seemed completely unaware of the danger just now and continued to recite various improvised poems.
The awning boat passed an invisible boundary, and the boat disappeared silently. Qiu Ping and Shen Changyang stood on the waves out of thin air. The turtle chief Shi had already been waiting here.
The gods on the other boats looked at the black horse, and immediately activated their laws with all their strength, trying to catch up, but they could only watch as the black-topped boat got further and further away like a loach.
In fact, if one ignores the verses he reads and just looks at his appearance at this moment, holding a jade flute, standing alone on the vast blue waves, one would really think that he is a relegated immortal from this world and a young man in troubled times.
Because the awning boat at this moment has been greatly reinforced, even if there are strong winds and waves, it cannot be shaken at all.
"Uh-huh."
"Congratulations to you two, congratulations to you two for winning the first place in this human-god race." Turtle Changshi couldn't help but hold his hands up to the two of them, his old face smiling brightly.
"Forget it, just take it one step at a time."
How could the ship outlined by the nine lines be an ordinary boat?
"But...what's going on? Why did I suddenly become so powerful?" Qiu Ping was dumbfounded, his mind went blank, but his control over this world was real, and countless mysteries were flowing in his heart.
, linked to heaven and earth at all times.
His brain also evolved from the level of a paramecium to that of an upright ape. Information that was originally difficult to understand suddenly became clear.
He looked at the world again, and everything around him was frantically taking off its disguise, revealing the most fundamental, deepest, and most original mysteries to him.
"Kakakaka."
In the sea water under his feet, everything seemed to turn back time. The awning boat regrouped and carried the two of them again.
But then again, the qualifications of this little loach are too poor. He must control his output very carefully to avoid burning out the opponent's brain with too many messages.
Qiu Ping stared blankly at the ship under his feet. Although it looked exactly the same as the one he had condensed before, he always felt in his heart that its essence had changed.
"The work is finally over." Outside Shanhe Pond, Long Jun quietly wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead.
Shen Changyang is still writing poetry seriously, well, his writing is still shit.
He doesn't think he is a genius.
If he hadn't temporarily grafted his understanding of the world onto that little loach in time, Lord Changyang might have capsized and fallen into the sea.
He shuddered when he thought of the fiery tempers of the Thunder Gods.
It was similar in this life. His speed in analyzing laws could only be ranked below average among the hundred gods.
Although the other party will definitely be fine, his embarrassing behavior is tantamount to provocation.
As he chanted, strong winds arose from the surroundings out of thin air, blowing up the sails of the awning boat and pushing the water under the boat, causing it to pass through the water like a black arrow.
He even had the feeling that with just a slight movement of his hand, he could activate the vast power of heaven and earth, move mountains and seas, and call for wind and rain.
"The reward for the first place is to go to the Dragon Lord's treasure house and choose a treasure. Each of the two people can take one piece." Turtle Changshi responded quickly.
Qiu Ping even noticed a bit of... flattery in the other person's smile.
In just a blink of an eye, a small boat surpassed other boats and ranked first among the crowd.
The faster the awning boat went and the closer it was to the finish line, the more uneasy he felt, not knowing what was waiting for him.
But the wind is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that the worse his writing is, the stronger the wind echoes with him.
"Oh? What's the reward for our first place?" Qiu Ping was too guilty to speak, but Shen Changyang smiled slightly and asked calmly.
Illusion, it must be an illusion. A seventh-grade god would not flatter him, a little water god, and a person ranked last in the ranking.
But what can I do? People really don’t necessarily like your three melons and two dates, but they also think highly of you like you.
Just think of it as having a relationship with the gods in the sky.
Qiu Ping didn't notice anything unusual about Gui Changshi. He had never participated in the Human-God Race before, so he thought he would be rewarded like this every time.
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