"Fortunately, I'm smart enough and can sneak away quickly, otherwise I would have overturned today!"
Qiu Ping returned to the ancient well and removed the sea-covering flag. A small fin kept beating his chest, with lingering fear on his face.
The reason why he had to delay for time before was simply because he was worried that these people would kill him after they escaped from the restrictions of Huangquan Terrace.
This worry is not unreasonable. If the time travel had not ended and he was forced to return, he might have been blown to pieces by those sinister thunders.
Don't look at those people who are as docile as lambs in Huangquan Terrace. If they really take action, they will be decisive and ruthless, and they will kill you.
"It's a pity that Huangquan Terrace doesn't know how to collect it. I thought that after they left, this treasure would belong to me directly." Qiu Ping was still a little depressed.
He was not from a powerful background, and he did not recognize many treasures placed in front of him, let alone use them.
"As for the next time I travel, I will go to Huangquan Terrace. I will still have the opportunity to study it." Although he was depressed, Qiu Ping didn't take it too seriously.
It would be best if Huang Quantai could be subdued. If not, he doesn't seem to be particularly in need at the moment.
If it's gone, it's gone.
Anyway, there are many opportunities for me to travel in the future, and there are countless opportunities. It is impossible for me to take all the benefits.
Little Loach comforted himself in his heart.
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In a blink of an eye, it’s the day before New Year’s Eve.
Qiu Ping packed some things and came to Changning County reluctantly.
It’s almost Chinese New Year and I still have to work overtime, which no one would be willing to do.
Qiu Ping basically never came to Changning County. He only came once when the new god needed to pay a visit to the city god when he first took office. After all, he is the water god and is under the direct control of He Bo during ordinary times. He does not have much direct business communication with the City God.
But this time it was a battle against the Yin Division. They, the water gods, were directly dispatched by the City God, and the He Bo was also controlled by the earth.
This is the balance of power system of the Shinto system.
He Bo trained his troops but did not lead them; the City God led his troops but did not train them.
To prevent one family from becoming a dominant force and becoming a separatist force controlled by the military and government.
The New Year is approaching, and Changning County is very lively.
The streets, which are not very wide, are crowded with bustling people. The shouts of vendors, the noise of children, and the sounds of bargaining... are all mixed together, making your ears unable to clear their ears for a moment.
Qiu Ping had not seen so many people for a long time, and he was a little unable to move forward.
"That big man, are you also the god who went to the underworld this time?"
Just as he was standing outside the city watching, he suddenly heard a sharp and soft voice coming from behind.
When I turned around, uh... I saw no one.
"Where are you looking? Below!" The voice seemed a little angry. Qiu Ping quickly lowered his head when he heard the words, only to see a three-inch-tall little man standing on the ground with a broken felt hat on his head. It has a human-like appearance, except for the nose, which is raised high and has a snout extending outwards, which is rotating continuously at the moment.
"Rat spirit?"
Qiu Ping stretched out his hand to lift the other person up. This little man was so inconspicuous that he was afraid of crushing the other person with one kick.
"You are the mouse spirit. Your whole family is a mouse spirit. I am a shrew spirit (jing), do you understand? And I am born with supernatural powers and have ancient blood. I am much better than this little loach like you. At present, I am a shrew spirit. Be the mountain god of Huangzhong Mountain." The little man pointed at Qiu Ping's nose and shouted loudly.
"Hello, hello, I haven't asked you about the name of the god yet." Qiu Ping was in awe after hearing this, not because the other party was a shrew spirit, but because the other party was the mountain god of Huangzhong Mountain.
Huangzhong Mountain is the largest mountain in Changning County and the only mountain with a mountain god.
If he remembered correctly, Huang Zhongshan God was from the eighth rank, which was much higher than Qiu Ping's priesthood.
"Didn't I tell you, my name is Qu Jingjing, you are so stupid, just write it like this. I named it myself, doesn't it sound good?" The little man showed off proudly, with his tall and flexible nose Qiu Ping kept turning his palms and wrote the name one stroke at a time.
Qiu Ping was sure that this was a male shrew, but with this name, he always felt that the other person was a bit inferior.
The little man didn't realize at all that he had been despised, and he was still very excitedly describing how he came up with his name.
Qiu Ping quietly gathered two masses of water and blocked his ears, but he still complimented him with a few compliments.
Damn it, the most proficient author on the novel website in the previous life was not so proficient. He could write ups and downs just by giving a bad name.
The shrew spirit seemed to feel comfortable being held by Qiu Ping, so she turned over and changed her position, and continued to talk about the many magnificent experiences in her childhood, while Qiu Ping walked into the city.
His body passed between the people in the city and the stalls, but they did not affect each other.
Although it looked like it was located in the same space, in fact, when Qiu Ping entered the city, he entered the City God's Blessed Land in Changning County, which had no connection with the outside world.
As he approached the Chenghuang Temple, the noise in the world gradually disappeared, and instead, more and more strange creatures appeared.
During this Yin Division siege, most of the water gods were water gods, and most of the water gods were spirits. Normally, everyone would just look around casually, and only on official occasions would they make human figures to deal with it.
All of them were covered in fur and armor, and some of them, like Shrew Jing and Qiu Ping, were already considered the handsomest among them.
Here, Qiu Ping also met many old acquaintances.
For example, the old turtle in Chenjiaping, the spring god in Daping Mountain, and the shrimp who went to Longjun Palace with him for inspection last time.
After all, everyone is from the Water God System, and they are reluctant to face this recruitment. After a few chats, some thoughts of sharing the same hatred and the same enemy are inevitably born.
After everyone waited outside the City God's Temple for a while, they heard a messenger summoning them, saying that the City God invited the gods to enter the temple.
The City God's Hall is similar to the government office in the human world, except that it is much grander in scale and stretches for ten miles.
Although it is far less luxurious and spacious than the Dragon Lord Palace, in the eyes of the rural gods in Changning County, it is enough to awe them.
Just like the shrew spirit.
"It's really too big. I like big ones. When I become a city god in the future, I will build a bigger temple than this one." He lay on Qiu Ping's palm, drooling.
Qiu Ping felt a little disgusted, so he took the other person off his hand and put it on his shoulder.
"Then Lord Mountain God, you must work hard, and you must promote the little god in the future." Qiu Ping instinctively flattered him, and the shrew spirit was completely distracted. He wished he could launch a coup now and unseat the city god.
Seeing him getting more and more outrageous, Qiu Ping quickly pressed his mouth.
This dead rat is loudly plotting to usurp the throne in the City God's Hall. If you don't want to live, I don't want to be remembered by the City God.
While the two were arguing, the city god walked from one side to the main seat.
