To the east of the broad and dark Fuhe River, a huge old turtle swam slowly.
The water flowed along his ferocious and rugged back, but everything was silent. Occasionally, some small fish passed by him, but they regarded him as a stubborn rock at the bottom of the water.
During that siege and suppression, thirteen gods were killed, eleven of whom were not water gods. Of a thousand soldiers and generals, not even a third came back alive.
The water organ system is severely damaged.
In the past, due to racial reasons, the water gods were always less able to snatch luck than the earthly and mountain gods.
Therefore, even if he asked Qiu Ping to hold the gas basin to collect good fortune that time, the City God acquiesced to Dong Lai.
"I don't know where I am, I can hear singing..."
The old turtle turned his head and looked in the direction of Changning County. The illusory ceremonial terrace attracts the fortune of the heavenly officials. It is magnificent and blurry. It is not a true fairy scene.
But he let out a long sigh, feeling indescribably dejected.
Perhaps for a big Shinto master, it would be a very cost-effective deal to have so many gods die in exchange for control of the Abi Hell.
But he is not an ordinary river god in a county. His vision is not that broad and he cannot see that far.
What he cares about are his countless lonely ghosts who have never returned. No, not even the lonely ghosts, their souls have long since completely perished in the world.
Those countless juniors he watched grow up...
Now, it's all gone.
"Gudu."
Just as He Bo left, a ball of golden liquid hit Qiu Ping on the head like jelly. It didn't have time to splash out before it penetrated into his body in an instant.
If there are people who are good at reading Qi here, they will find that Qiu Ping's destiny has changed rapidly. From the original half red to half red, the red will soon outweigh the red.
With his physical senses, he couldn't detect any changes.
It felt like the world seemed to be a little friendly to him, and a floating feeling originating from the depths of his soul appeared in his heart.
If you want to improve your own luck, there are only a few ways to do it, such as practicing cultivation, reading, or being supported by noble people.
Qiu Ping is barely considered a noble person.
The greatest nobleman in the world, Emperor Ziwei, supports a lot of people at one time.
About a quarter of an hour later, Qiu Ping's surging fortune stopped, and it stayed at seven points red and three points red.
"Thank you Huang'aojing God for helping me." A group of water gods came forward to greet Qiu Ping. With their speed, Yuanji would not have been able to grab so much good fortune, so they all begged for Qiu Ping's favor.
And even though they were not born as spirits and their brains were not as sharp as humans, it could be seen that since He Bo lent the gas basin to Qiu Ping, he had the intention to support this young man.
He Bo originally heard that the god of springs in Fu Daping Mountain was his favorite, so he mocked him and died in the Abi Hell.
"Little loach, thank me for that." The old turtle in Chenjiaping turned over and turned into an old man carrying a turtle shell.
Lao Gui has been the River God for more than three hundred years. Among the eighth and ninth grade gods, there is no one older than him.
Although he lived a long life, he was mediocre all his life and would not be able to be promoted in the future.
If Qiu Ping hadn't sent him a lot of good fortune, I'm afraid his fate wouldn't have improved much after the ceremony to receive the Heavenly Bailu.
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"Grandpa He Bo, are you here?" Not long after the ceremony, a small loach carried a copper treasure basin with its double fins and ran to He Bo's temple.
There was no other way, Qiu Ping was worried.
After the ceremony, all the gods who participated were promoted. Even Lao Gui was transferred to the Marching Director of Hebo Yamen, and was promoted to the eighth rank.
Although the shrew was not promoted to the seventh rank, it was because the seventh rank god was under the jurisdiction of Changning County City God. They did not have the power to issue imperial seals, but at least they were given the priesthood of "Izumo" and many rewards.
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But when I got to Qiu Ping, it was gone! Not even a hair was left.
Even if you give me root hair?
Qiu Ping wanted to reason with the City God, but he got a meaningful smile. The guy thought that his bullying of his niece was exposed, so he ran back to his hometown in fright.
"Ouch, why are you making such a fuss? I didn't see him taking a nap." In the center of the Hebo Temple, the old turtle looked unhappy. He couldn't sleep well because of his age. Why was the black boy snoring so loudly?
"He Bo, he came very well with the air basin. He washed it very well before coming." Qiu Ping held the air basin and handed it to He Bo with a look on his face asking for credit.
The treasure basin that was originally a bit clumsy was polished by him, leaving no patina left, almost reflecting his grinning little black face.
He Bo put the treasure basin away in pain, and after making sure that it did not affect the ability to use it, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, why don't I leave?" He Bo was about to squint a little longer and go back to his cage for a nap, but he saw the little loach sitting there with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Lord He Bo, if you promised to give him a promotion, why don't you have Dong Wen now?"
Qiu Ping couldn't hold it back after all. Although he was thin-skinned, it was nothing in the face of promotion.
Our little loach has also studied thick and black. What we want is to be thick-faced and black-hearted. Well, let’s be thick-faced and black-hearted. It’s pretty much the same.
"Who told me to ask for a promotion?"
Master He Bo glanced at Qiu Ping and asked casually.
Qiu Ping realized that he had spilled the beans and almost confessed the two Yeyoushen brothers.
"That's right, the City God originally asked you to be transferred to the Xitang River God, but he refused." Just when Qiu Ping was thinking about whether to ask or not, He Bo continued to speak.
"Why... why..."
Qiu Ping was a little confused. The Xitang River is the largest tributary of the Fu River, and there are nearly ten thousand acres of fertile land on both sides of the river. The location is very important, and its river god is naturally of the eighth grade.
Is it possible to properly fatten the difference?
"Because he needs me to guard the ancient well in Huang'ao Village. There may be a big opportunity waiting for me in the future." He Bo looked at Qiu Ping and his tone was a little serious.
"Wha...what chance?"
When Qiu Ping heard those words, his heart dropped. Otherwise, he would not be promoted for the rest of his life.
If you can't be a team leader in a company in this life, is there no hope of promotion in that life?
As for the opportunity that came to him, he treated it as if the river god had drawn a big cake for him.
"Hey, do you think he's tricking me? Did I know that a few months ago when we entered Youkuang, King Mingling took advantage of the situation to refine the entire Abi Hell after saving us?
No one dared to stop him. For example, in the entire Changning County, there is a hole directly outside the area of my ancient well that leads directly to Youhuang. If Changning County wants to build a two-border passage in the future, if it is not possible, then use my hole as a breakthrough." He Bo survived.
Over the years, I naturally have many friends outside the Shinto system.
He was also well-informed and started planning early.
Qiu Ping's brain was spinning rapidly as he quickly digested He Bo's words.
If he wants to build a two-border passage, it is very possible to expropriate his land...