Seeing the Tu Tu Gong leave, Qiu Ping immediately sharpened his sword... Oh no, he was enthusiastic towards the scholar.
For low-level civil servants like them, there are not many opportunities to encounter such a high-quality fat sheep. Although it cannot be said that Huang'ao Village has no 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.
Overhead, 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.
He has always had a talent for poetry, but at this moment he couldn't come up with a single word.
"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.
Jing Xinghuai quickly came to his senses and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
But he saw a boy about three feet tall standing not far away. The boy's face looked dark, his head was a bit broad, and he still had two fleshy whiskers on his lips, which made people look a little funny.
But Jing Xinghuai didn't mean to look down upon him at all. Extraordinary people have extraordinary characteristics. Moreover, there was a faint glow emanating from the boy's body, making him look like a god.
"Jing Xinghuai, the little man, has seen the god." Jing Xinghuai hurried up to greet him.
"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, and specially summoned you to meet me." Qiu Ping put his little hands behind his back and said in an old-fashioned way.
He had worked very hard for this meeting.
All gods can entrust dreams, but there is a rule for entrusting dreams, that is, you must not exceed your level.
For example, if you are a minor god from the ninth level in Qiuping and become a city god or a dragon king to entrust your dreams, that would be transgression.
But the thing about Qiu Ping Chicken Thief is that he revealed his true form of Shinto, but he just added some light effects to himself and changed the environment. Normally, when gods entrust people with dreams, they have to show some grandeur to show the majesty of Shinto.
However, what Qiu Ping transformed into was a scene from heaven, which was even more majestic.
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.
After listening to Qiu Ping's self-introduction, Jing Xinghuai's face became more respectful.
Although the name of Well God sounds a little unrevealing, but according to Zun Shen, the other party is the Well God for a special reason.
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 on earth.
Once the meritorious deeds are completed, he will choose a day to ascend.
"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.
Poetry can spread his ancient well's reputation wider and is of great benefit to stabilizing his status as a god.
It's a pity that Jing Xinghuai's mind is in chaos at this time, and he can't hold back any words.
Fortunately, Qiu Ping was mentally prepared and was not too entangled in his heart.
"Come on, let's sit down and talk slowly." Qiu Ping thought, and a table and two chairs appeared out of thin air.
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.
However, these irregular spheres are now exuding a brilliant light of gold and red, which looks particularly magical.
"Scholar, you can eat it, you're welcome." Qiu Ping took the first one, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
He spent a lot of money to entertain the scholars, and these were castrated versions that he made by mixing the residue of fish food from the heaven with flour.
It's not that Qiu Ping is stingy, it's just that he is worried that mortals' bodies will not be able to sustain this great supplement if they eat heavenly fish food.
Although the thing in front of him didn't look very delicious, Jing Xing was so enthusiastic that he still picked one up and put it in his mouth.
"vomit……"
In just a moment, a pungent taste mixed with herbs and fishy smell entered his mouth, making his brain clearer.
But the food was so unpalatable that he couldn't swallow it and his stomach twitched.
"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.
"I have a mortal body, and I really can't bear this thing..." Jing Xinghuai forced a smile, gritted his teeth and swallowed the residue mixed with saliva, feeling like he was in a state of turmoil.
"Then you really missed an opportunity." Qiu Ping shook his head and ate the remaining fish food like jelly beans.
He was not lying. The fish food contained the power of heavenly herbs, which was very nourishing to mortals. Not only could it prolong life, but it could also ensure good health.
Seeing that he was having difficulty swallowing, Qiu Ping poured him a glass of well water.
The well water was nourished by his [Nectar] priesthood and was sweet and cool, which made Jing Xinghuai feel much better.
The two chatted casually, chatting about their studies, people's livelihood, and the local customs.
Jing Xinghuai looked young, but he had been to many places, which made Qiu Ping know a lot about the outside world.
Qiu Ping was a little loach when he traveled across time. Later, when he grew a few years old, he was made a god. He has always stayed in the ancient well and has never left Changning County.
Usually there is no one to talk to, and his knowledge of the world is really limited.
The information he got from Jing Xing's arms allowed him to know some of the true appearance of this world.
"By the way, I heard that you are going to take the policy theory exam in Qiu Wei? Then I will tell you some of my insights from traveling around the world over the years."
"Oh... listen carefully, little man."
Jing Xinghuai had just drank a lot of water, and now he was making a loud noise and felt a little uncomfortable. But seeing Qiu Ping looking like he was having a serious conversation, he couldn't bear to interrupt and had no choice but 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.
