The well water not only looked cool and clear, but also had a sweet taste. After a few sips, the heat in his body disappeared, and his brain seemed to be much more active.
"Good water. I didn't expect that there is such a spring well in the mountains and fields. If I could live here permanently and use this water to make tea and cook every day, what a wonderful thing it would be."
Jing Xinghuai couldn't help but sigh.
Ever since Qiu Ping mastered the [Nectar] priesthood, the taste of the well water has become much better.
"When I first saw the Huangaojing, the spiritual liquid turned into a spring. The color was bright and green, and the edge was purple with cold condensation."
After drinking a ladle of water, Jing Xinghuai started chanting.
This poem came by accident, and it was considered one of his best lines in recent times. For a while, his interest also rose, and he shook his head and chewed the verses over and over again.
And at the moment when his poem was spoken, Qiu Ping, deep in the ancient well, felt something.
The black shadow swam in the air very fast, and the walls could not stop his steps. In a blink of an eye, he arrived at Jing Xinghuai's bed.
"call."
"Oil Technique!"
The strength of this loach itself is weaker than mine, not to mention that it is not in the water now, so it is absolutely impossible to be my opponent.
"Hey, I'll let you go to hell today, and I won't let you sleep." Even though the land in Huang'ao Village looks kind and kind, at this moment it's like a piece of meat on a hob.
Not to mention, five hundred miles east of Changning County, there is a Dragon Lord of Yanhu Lake. Every year, he invites young talents from nearby counties to the Dragon Palace for a banquet. If he can write a good story, the Dragon Lord will definitely
Give each other precious treasures.
Everything was silent, and Huang'ao Village fell into darkness early on.
Even though he was not the strongest, he gradually gained a foothold with his fierce strength.
He was about to enter Jing Xinghuai's dream, but suddenly, in the small temple dedicated to the Earth God at the head of the village, the eyes of the clay sculpture of the Earth God began to rotate, and his face suddenly became alive.
The divine power around him started to boil, and the originally golden [living water] and [sweet spring] even tended to expand.
The black figure swayed and took on the appearance of Qiu Ping. He opened his mouth and vomited, and Jing Xinghuai immediately fell asleep even more.
Even though his divine body resembles that of a boy, before he was sealed by the imperial edict, he was fighting for food with other spirits in the underground river every day.
In contrast, the Huang'ao land itself was granted by a decree after the death of a good man in the village. He lived an honest life and basically had no chance of fighting with others.
Just when Qiu Ping was thinking about it, Li Zheng from Huang'ao Village rushed over. Jing Xinghuai took out his own guide and stated that he was a scholar participating in this autumn ceremony.
"We are good neighbors. If the land master really doesn't give the little god a sip of soup, then the little god will have no choice but to perish together." Qiu Ping had a ruthless temper in his heart.
He has long been dissatisfied with this loach, how can he get his wish now?
"Okay, since Lord Tutu is so insistent, this scholar will be yours." Qiu Ping struggled for a while and seemed to have decided to give up.
Huang'ao Tutu broke into a cold sweat all of a sudden. Feeling the ever-approaching threat, he felt panicked in his heart.
But he was not afraid at all and retorted at that time.
The black light dissipated, and Qiu Ping stood not far away. He used his magical power to control water, controlling the drop of venom, and moved it closer to Huang'ao Tutu's body.
Qiu Ping was a little confused. He had just started to become a god and it was the first time he encountered this kind of situation.
Therefore, most gods like to associate with literati, and even in many places, court officials take over the post after their death.
"Tu Tu Gong, this scholar has written poems for me. It is reasonable for me to come here and ask for a copy of the calligraphy treasure. But you, at your age, are you trying to snatch things from a kid like me?" Huang'ao Di Tu suddenly appeared, It actually shocked Qiu Ping.
Without noticing, Huangao Didi fell to the ground with his arms and legs spread out, looking quite embarrassed.
He was about to get up when he suddenly saw a drop of transparent liquid floating less than an inch in front of him.
Changning County has always had the habit of respecting scholars, so Li Zheng immediately had a room tidied up for him to stay.
Although Huang'ao Tutu was old, his reaction was not slow at all. He crutched a little, and an invisible force of confinement enveloped Qiu Ping in an instant.
However, from a practical point of view, the power is indeed impressive. His whole body is extremely slippery, which not only greatly increases his speed, but also causes attacks to slide away if they land on him.
"Finger the ground becomes steel!"
Because he had been traveling all day, Jing Xinghuai fell into a deep sleep after eating something.
As long as he is on this piece of land, the Earth Master can mobilize the power of the earth, and his strength far exceeds that of monks of the same level.
However, he once heard someone say that writing can convey the truth and spread the name.
Everything in Huang'ao Village could not be hidden from Tu Tu's eyes. This talented scholar was a hot commodity. Originally Tu Tu wanted to come over at night and get close to him in his dreams, but Qiu Ping got there first.
There are many famous mountains and rivers, and countless literati and poets have written immortal chapters for them. Passed down from generation to generation, the gods can ensure endless sacrifices and continuous incense.
He had tried this trick many times. He had captured Qiu Ping before and hung him in the sun at the entrance of the temple. But this time, the power of confinement only stayed on Qiu Ping's body for a breath, and Qiu Ping slipped out easily. .
Of course, even if Qiu Ping wanted to resist, he was not afraid at all.
"I didn't realize that you are still very aware of current affairs..." Huang'ao Tutu looked at Qiu Ping in surprise. He only said that this big loach was stubborn and stubborn. He never imagined that he had such a side.
Huangao Village stamped its feet on the ground and appeared next to Qiu Ping.
Just as everyone was falling asleep, a black shadow emerged from the ancient well, looking a bit sneaky.
"You little loach, you're trying to grab business right under the nose of this little old man."
Qiu Ping crashed into Huang'ao Tudi's body. At high speed, his strength was astonishing.
However, before Huang Ao Tutu finished speaking, Qiu Ping in front of him suddenly turned into a black shadow and crashed towards his position.
This is a magical power that Qiu Ping recently realized, and he has never used it in front of others.
"Master Tutu, this drop is the venom of a century-old human-faced snake. It can corrode the divine body and is most dangerous and domineering. If you move around, be careful if it falls on you."
When he was forced by Qiu Ping's threatening words, he felt timid in his heart.
"Okay, I'll leave now, you can take back the venom." Huang'ao Tudi finally compromised. He was afraid that this loach would not know the importance of the matter and a venom would corrode his divine body.
Even if the city god punished him severely later, it would not be able to make up for his losses.
He immediately slammed the crutch in his hand, and then disappeared without a trace.