"The king asked me... to drill the hole..."
In the wide and deep underground river, a group of loaches shouted slogans happily and dug their heads into the soil with all their strength. After a few twists, they dug up large tracts of sand, and the originally clear water suddenly became turbid.
"Hey yo...hey yo..."
A red-shell crab followed many loaches, shouting slogans feebly.
It is different from these energetic loaches. It has no interest in digging holes and only wants to get back its sea-covering flag.
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat."
Qiu Yi came over carrying a big basin filled with fish food. Of course, these are just rice balls made of ordinary fish meat, insects and flour, not fish food from the heavenly world.
A group of loaches lined up neatly, and the red-shell crab followed behind the loaches, looking at the fish food expectantly.
"Why just give me this! Who can eat this!"
The red-shell crab held a piece of fish food the size of a pellet in his hand and protested angrily.
"Love... whether you like it or not." Qiu held the basin and fed all the loaches, then reached out and grabbed the fish food and stuffed it into his mouth.
Of course he didn't like the crab. Since the crab arrived, the king stopped giving out the delicious fish food and only gave everyone these ordinary food.
"This is too much to bully the crab. If my grandfather were still here, why would he be so wronged?" The red-shell crab sighed, suddenly feeling sad, and stuffed the fish food into his mouth, as if he regarded the fish food as these abominable things. of loach.
Just when he turned his appetite into grief and anger, suddenly the entire underground river began to vibrate slightly, and he felt as if the world was spinning.
Not long after, in his sight, the river water in front of him turned red, like a burning flame, and the sand on the ground turned red.
"The earth dragon has turned over? No, no, it's the Shinto foundation that is growing! God is so unfair, why does this loach have such a chance!" The red-shell crab stared blankly at the well temple not far away, and appeared in the void. Words that look like dragons and snakes.
Crab is illiterate, but he knows the meaning of the current changes, and his heart is filled with envy and jealousy.
"The first sight of Huangaojing, the spiritual liquid turns into a spring. The color is clear and green, with the cold purple edges." Qiu Ping also raised his head and looked upward. In the rippling water, there were twenty words slowly condensing out, There is a golden light shining inside, like a knife carving an axe, which lasts for a long time.
He remembered that this poem was written by Jing Xinghuai after he drank from the well. Something strange happened at that time, which shocked his divine power.
However, there were no other changes later, and he felt that the poem was just average, so he didn't take it to heart.
Unexpectedly, this poem appeared at this moment.
"Could it be that Jing Xing was pregnant?" Qiu Ping counted the time, suddenly thought of a possibility, and became excited.
Shinto promotions, in addition to promotions within the Shinto system, can also be granted by the imperial court or through literary transfer.
Just like many founding generals or famous ministers, they will be made gods by the court after their death. At least until the dynasty is destroyed, their status will be very high, comparable to some high-ranking gods.
It is more common to pass on names through literature. For example, many famous mountains and historic sites in the world are widely known because of the blessings of too many passed down articles, which also greatly increases the status of the gods stationed there.
If Jing Xinghuai wins the election, he will be considered a prominent figure in the county. The calligraphy articles he left behind will be enough to greatly increase the foundation of a ninth-level god like Qiu Ping.
"Buzz."
Qiu Ping looked up and saw a ball of red and white flames rising above his ancient well.
This flame is invisible to ordinary people, but it is the manifestation of the spirit's personality. Usually, you can tell the status of the spirit by looking at the brilliance surrounding it.
The personal fires of ninth-grade minor gods such as Qiu Ping and Tu Tu Gong, and even those eighth-grade gods, are mixed with red and white. It is nothing more than that the ninth-grade gods are more white and less red, while the eighth-grade gods are more red and white. That’s all.
Only when you reach the level of County God can you completely transform into pure red.
As for the higher gold, purple, green and other personalities, they are not something Qiu Ping can look up to at the moment.
The red and white flames above the ancient well turned into half red and white in the blink of an eye. It was clear that he had reached the limit of the ninth grade, and was only one step away from attaining the eighth grade.
Qiu Ping just exercised his authority slightly, and he felt that his control over the two divine functions of [Living Water] and [Nectar] was further strengthened, and his perception of the water flow within a ten-mile radius became clearer.
However, this is not really a case of passing on his fame through literature, he can only barely pass it on through others.
The foundation of his personality lies in Jing Xinghuai. Once something happens to Jing Xinghuai, everything he currently owns will be restored to its original state.
Of course, all this was for nothing, and Qiu Ping was already very content.
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September has arrived in the blink of an eye, and it is only half a month before Dragon Lord Yanhu entertains all the disciples.
He Bo sent a message, ordering Qiu Ping to meet up at Shuifu, and then go to the Eight Hundred Li Yan Lake together.
"He Bo, when we go there, shall we guard the door for Lord Long, or serve the dishes?" Qiu Ping felt a little uneasy when he went to Dragon Lord's Hall for the first time.
When He Bo heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, you loach, you are also a ninth-grade god after all. Although Dragon Lord has a high status, he is still your superior, not your master. You should know the difference between the two."
"Just like the magistrate in the human world, would he let the clerks in the yamen work as servants in his own house?" He Bo looked at Qiu Ping and asked with a smile.
When Qiu Ping thought about it, it really made sense.
"If you follow me to the Dragon King's Palace, I will certainly benefit you. A few days ago, in front of the other water gods, I certainly couldn't explain certain things clearly, lest you become jealous and use the excuse that you are the Dragon King. There is a shortage of people there, and I need your help." He Bo continued.
Qiu Ping suddenly realized it, but secretly admired him in his heart.
Those who can sit in high positions are all human beings. Although He Bo is also following the path of monsters, he is also full of twists and turns.
Seeing the little loach's taught expression, He Bo also nodded. He probably couldn't understand this truth when he told it to the other water gods. Only this little loach was smart, so he said a few more words.
"He Bo, when should we set off?" Qiu Ping looked extremely well-behaved and asked with his eyes blinking.
"Wait a little longer... Oh, he's here, let's get ready to leave." He Bo raised his head and saw a giant clam in the distance like a butterfly, flapping two shells, and came to everyone.
"Hey, why is it him?" Qiu Ping recognized the giant clam at a glance. The little old man in the giant clam was the person who said he would sell him a chance at the market that day.
