After just one sip, Jing Xinghuai's eyes lit up.
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, that would be a wonderful thing."
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 gourd of water, Jing Xinghuai started chanting.
This poem was a stroke of genius, and it can be regarded as one of his best poems in recent times. For a while, his interest also rose, shaking his head and chewing the verses just now.
And at the moment when his poem was spoken, Qiu Ping, deep in the ancient well, felt something.
The divine power around him started to boil, and the originally golden [living water] and [sweet spring] even tended to expand.
Qiu Ping was a little confused. He had just started to become a god and it was the first time he encountered this situation.
However, he once heard someone say that writing can convey the truth and spread the name.
There are many famous mountains and rivers, and countless literati have written immortal chapters on them. Passed down from generation to generation, the gods can ensure endless sacrifices and continuous incense.
Therefore, most gods like to associate with literati, and even in many places, court officials take over the post after their death.
Not to mention, five hundred miles east of Changning County, there is a Dragon Lord of Yanhu. 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 Gifts of great treasures.
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.
Changning County has always had the habit of respecting scholars, so Li Zheng immediately had a room tidied up for him to stay.
After traveling all day, Jing Xinghuai fell into a deep sleep after eating something.
Everything was silent, and Huang'ao Village fell into darkness early on.
Just as everyone was falling asleep, a black shadow emerged from the ancient well, looking a bit sneaky.
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."
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.
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.
"You little loach, you're actually grabbing business right under the nose of this little old man."
Huangao Village stamped its feet and appeared next to Qiu Ping.
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.
"Lord Tutu, this scholar wrote a poem for me. It's reasonable for me to come here and ask for a copy of the calligraphy treasure. But you, at your age, are you trying to steal something from a kid like me?" Huang'ao Ditu suddenly appeared, It shocked Qiu Ping.
But he was not afraid at all and retorted at that time.
"Hey, it's up to you to break the rules today, and I won't let you sleep." Even though the land in Huang'ao Village is kind-hearted, it is like a piece of meat on a hob at this moment.
He has long been dissatisfied with this loach, how can he get his wish now?
"Okay, since you are so insistent, Master Tu, this scholar will be yours." Qiu Ping struggled for a while and seemed to have decided to give up.
"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 extremely stubborn. He never imagined that he had such a side.
Of course, even if Qiu Ping wanted to resist, he was not afraid at all.
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.
However, before Huang Ao Tudi finished speaking, Qiu Ping in front of him suddenly turned into a black shadow and crashed towards his position.
"Finger the ground becomes steel!"
Even though Huang'ao Land is old, its responsiveness is not slow at all. He crutched a little, and an invisible force of confinement enveloped Qiu Ping in an instant.
As long as he is on this land, the Earth Master can mobilize the power of the earth, and his strength far exceeds that of monks of the same level.
He had tried this trick many times. He had captured Qiu Ping before and hung him at the entrance of the temple to expose him to the sun. But this time, the restraining force only stayed on Qiu Ping's body for a breath, and Qiu Ping slipped out easily.
"Oil technique!"
This is a magical power that Qiu Ping has recently realized, and he has never used it in front of others.
But from a practical point of view, the power is indeed impressive. His whole body is extremely slippery. Not only does his speed greatly increase, but even attacks that land on him will slide away.
Qiu Ping crashed into Huang'ao Tudi. At high speed, his strength was astonishing.
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.
"Master Tutu, this drop is the venom of a century-old human-faced snake. It can corrode the divine body and is the most dangerous and domineering thing. If you move around, be careful if it falls on you."
The black light dissipated, and Qiu Ping stood not far away. He used his water-controlling power to control the drop of venom, and moved closer to Huang'ao Tutu's body little by little.
Huang'ao Di's cold sweat broke out all of a sudden. Feeling the ever-approaching threat, he felt panicked in his heart.
"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 die together." Qiu Ping had a ruthless temper in his heart.
Even though his divine body looks like a boy, before he was sealed by the imperial edict, he was fighting for food with other spirits in the underground river every day.
Even though he was not the strongest, he gradually gained a foothold with his fierce strength.
In contrast, the Huang'ao land itself was granted to a good man in the village after his death. He lived an honest life and basically had no chance of fighting with others.
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.
