Seeing the Tu Tu Gong leaving, Qiu Ping immediately sharpened his sword... Oh no, he was full of enthusiasm towards the scholar.
For low-level civil servants like them, there are not many opportunities to encounter such a high-quality fat sheep. Although Huang'ao Village cannot be said to be a bird without shit, its cultural fortunes were indeed not prosperous in the past.
The last person to be admitted as a scholar was a hundred years ago.
Well...that's the landowner.
Qiu Ping looked at the sleeping Jing Xinghuai, and then his body turned into a black mist and penetrated into the other person's body.
"Jing Xinghuai...Jing Xinghuai!"
Jing Xinghuai was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard someone calling him.
He got up with a confused look on his face, only to find that he was among layers of white clouds. Looking up, he saw a majestic palace standing in the distance, extremely glorious.
Above the head, a huge sun shines with endless brilliance in the sky, illuminating all shadows.
Jing Xinghuai stared at all this with his mouth open. He had seen countless beautiful scenes in the world, but he had never seen such a magnificent scene.
But Jing Xinghuai didn't mean to look down upon him at all. Extraordinary people have extraordinary appearances. Moreover, there was a faint ray of light emanating from the boy's body, making him look like a god.
Once the meritorious deeds are completed, he will choose a day to ascend.
"vomit……"
Jing Xinghuai looked young, but he had been to many places, which allowed Qiu Ping to know a lot about the outside world.
But the food was so unpalatable that he couldn't swallow it at all, and his stomach twitched.
He is not lying. Fish food contains the power of celestial herbs, which is very nourishing to mortals. It not only prolongs life, but also ensures good health.
"Scholar, why do you ignore me when I salute you? Could it be that you look down on me?" At this moment, a childish voice came from below Jing Xinghuai.
Although the thing in front of him didn't look very delicious, Jing Xing was so enthusiastic that he still picked up one and put it in his mouth.
"You scholar, I am very satisfied with the poem you wrote for Gujing today. Do you have another masterpiece now?" Qiu Pingping looked calm and calm, but he was secretly longing for it in his heart.
But the thing about Qiuping Chicken Thief is that what he reveals is the true nature of Shinto. He just adds some special light effects to himself and changes the environment. Normal gods who entrust people with dreams have to show some magnificence to show Shinto.
majesty.
"Then you really missed an opportunity." Qiu Ping shook his head and ate the remaining fish food like jelly beans.
He had spent a lot of money to entertain the scholars, and these were castrations he made by mixing the residue of heavenly fish food with flour.
"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Qiu Ping looked at the other party with a strange look. This fish food is the most delicious food in the world. Every time he eats it, he feels extremely happy.
The two chatted casually, chatting about their studies, people's livelihood, and the local customs.
"Come on, let's sit down and talk slowly." Qiu Ping thought, and a table and two chairs appeared out of thin air.
It's a pity that Jing Xinghuai's mind is in chaos at this time, and he can't hold back any words.
"By the way, I heard that you are going to take the policy theory test in Qiu Wei? Then I will talk to you about some of my insights from traveling around the world over the years."
However, these irregular spheres are now exuding a brilliant light of gold and red, which looks particularly magical.
Qiu Ping was a little loach when he traveled across time. Later, when he was a few years old, he was made a god. He has always stayed in the ancient well and has never left Changning County.
But I saw a boy about three feet tall standing not far away. The boy's little face looked dark, his head was a bit broad, and there were two fleshy whiskers on his lips, which made people look a little funny.
After listening to Qiu Ping's self-introduction, Jing Xinghuai's face became more respectful.
All gods can entrust dreams, but there is a rule for entrusting dreams, that is, you must not exceed your level.
Ordinary gods do not have this convenience. They can never enter the heaven once in their lifetime, and their fantasy about the heaven can only be the emperor's golden hoe.
In just a moment, a pungent taste mixed with herbs and fishy smell entered his mouth, making his brain clearer.
The information obtained from Jing Xing's arms allowed him to know some of the true appearance of this world.
Seeing that he was having difficulty swallowing, Qiu Ping poured him a glass of well water.
It's not that Qiu Ping is stingy, it's just that he is worried that mortals' bodies will not be able to sustain the great nourishment if they eat heavenly fish food.
Jing Xinghuai quickly came back to his senses and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Poems can help spread his ancient well's reputation wider and be of great benefit to stabilizing his status as a god.
He had worked very hard for this meeting.
It's just that Qiu Ping transformed the scene of heaven, which was even more majestic.
"Scholar, you can eat it, you're welcome." Qiu Ping took the lead in picking up one, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
On the table, there was also a plate containing seven or eight irregular, nearly spherical objects. They didn't look like elixirs, and they didn't look like candies even if they were called candies.
"For some... ahem... special reasons, I was appointed as the well god of Huang'ao Village. Today I heard that the scholar you wrote a poem in the ancient well, so I specially summoned you to see you." Qiu Ping put his little hands behind his back and said in an old-fashioned way.
"Jing Xinghuai, the little man, has seen the god." Jing Xinghuai hurriedly went up to greet him.
"I am in mortal flesh, and I am really not blessed to be able to bear this..." Jing Xinghuai forced a smile, gritted his teeth and swallowed the residue mixed with saliva.
Usually there is no one to talk to, so his knowledge of the world is really limited.
He has always had a talent for poetry, but at this moment he couldn't come up with a single word.
Fortunately, Qiu Ping was mentally prepared and was not too entangled in his heart.
For example, if you are a minor god from the ninth level in Qiuping, and you turn into the appearance of a city god or a dragon king to entrust your dreams, that would be transgression.
Although the name of the Well God sounds a little unrevealing, but according to Zun Shen, the other party is the Well God for a special reason.
The well water was nourished by his [Nectar] priesthood and was sweet and cool, which made Jing Xinghuai feel much better.
He must have been a god in heaven, but was demoted to the lower world because of something?
Jing Xinghuai has also read some articles about gods and ghosts on weekdays. The protagonists in them are often reincarnations of gods in the sky and go through tribulations in the human world.
"Oh... listen carefully, little man."
Jing Xinghuai had just drank a lot of water and was making a loud noise at the moment, feeling a little uncomfortable. But when he saw Qiu Ping looking like he was having a serious conversation, he couldn't bear to interrupt, so he had to bite the bullet and continue listening.
"This vast world is infinitely vast, and countless countries have naturally been born. Due to different habits, styles, and environments, countless political systems and country types have also been derived..."
Qiu Ping cleared his throat and began to talk nonsense based on some fragmented knowledge he had obtained from the Internet in his previous life.