Under the broad and dark Fu River, a huge old turtle swam slowly.
The water flowed along his ferocious and rugged back, but everything was silent. Occasionally, some small fish passed by him, but they only regarded him as a stubborn rock at the bottom of the water.
This time the Yinsi encircled and suppressed, thirteen gods died, eleven of them were water gods. Of a thousand soldiers and generals, not even a third came back alive.
The water officer system is severely damaged.
In the past, due to racial reasons, the water gods were always inferior to the earthly and mountain gods in grabbing luck.
Therefore, even if this time he asked Qiu Ping to hold the gas basin to collect good fortune, the city god acquiesced.
"I don't know where I am, but I can hear singing..."
The old turtle turned back and looked in the direction of Changning County. The illusory ceremony rooftop attracts the fortune of the heavenly officials. It is magnificent and blurry. It is a real fairy scene.
But he let out a long sigh, which seemed to indicate indescribable desolation.
Perhaps for the Shinto boss, it is a very cost-effective deal to lose so many gods in exchange for control of Abi Hell.
But he is just an ordinary river god in a county. His vision is not that wide and he cannot see that far.
All he cares about are his countless lonely ghosts who have never returned. No, they are not even lonely ghosts. Their souls have long since completely perished in the world.
Those countless juniors he watched grow up...
Now, it's all gone.
"Gudu."
Just as He Bo left, a ball of golden liquid hit Qiu Ping on the head like jelly. Before it could splash out, it penetrated into his body in an instant.
If there are people who are good at reading Qi here, they will find that Qiu Ping's destiny has changed rapidly. From the original red and white, it will soon be red than white.
In terms of physical senses, he could not detect any changes.
He just felt that the world seemed to be a little more friendly to him, and a floating feeling originating from the depths of his soul appeared in his heart.
If you want to improve your own luck, there are only a few ways, such as practicing, reading, or being supported by noble people.
Qiu Ping can barely be regarded as a noble person.
The greatest nobleman in the world, Emperor Ziwei, supports a lot of people at one time.
After about a quarter of an hour, Qiu Ping's surging good fortune stopped, and finally stayed at the level of seven points red and three points white.
"Thank you Huang'aojing God for your help." A group of water gods came forward to greet Qiu Ping. With their speed, they would not be able to grab so much good fortune. They all had to accept Qiu Ping's favor.
And although they were born as spirits and their brains were not as sharp as humans', it could be seen that since He Bo lent the gas basin to Qiu Ping, he intended to support this young man.
It was originally heard that He Bo was interested in the spring god of Daping Mountain, but unfortunately he died in Abi Hell.
"Little loach, thank you for this." The old turtle in Chenjiaping turned over and turned into an old man carrying a turtle shell.
Lao Gui has been the River God for more than five hundred years. Among the eighth and ninth grade gods, there is no one older than him.
Although he has lived a long life, he has been mediocre all his life and has not been able to rise to a higher level.
If Qiu Ping hadn't sent him a lot of good fortune, I'm afraid that after this ceremony of receiving the Heavenly Bailu, his fate wouldn't be able to improve much.
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"Grandpa He Bo, are you here?" Not long after the ceremony, a small loach carried a copper treasure basin with its double fins and ran to He Bo's temple.
There was no way, Qiu Ping was worried.
After the ceremony, all the gods who participated were promoted. Even Lao Gui was transferred to the Marching Director of Hebo Yamen, and was promoted to the eighth rank.
Although the shrew was not promoted to the seventh rank, that was because the seventh rank gods were no longer under the control of Changning County City God, and they did not have the power to issue seals. However, they were given the priesthood of "Izumo" and many rewards. .
But when it came to Qiu Ping, it was gone! Not even a hair was given.
What if I give you root hair?
Qiu Ping still wanted to reason with the City God, but he only got a meaningful smile. This guy thought that his bullying of his niece was exposed, so he ran back to his hometown in fright.
"Ouch, why are you making such a fuss? You didn't see me taking a nap." In the center of the Hebo Temple, the old turtle had a displeased face. He couldn't sleep well at his age. Why was this black guy whining and snoring.
"He Bo, I'm here to return the Qi Gathering Basin. I washed it before I came." Qiu Ping held the Qi Gathering Basin and handed it to He Bo with an expression on his face asking for credit.
The treasure basin, which was originally a bit clumsy, was polished by him until it was shiny, leaving no patina left, almost reflecting his grinning little black face.
He Bo put the treasure basin away in pain, and after making sure that the function was not affected, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, why don't you leave?" He Bo was about to squint a little longer and go back to sleep, but he saw that the little loach was still there, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Lord He Bo, didn't you promise to promote me? Why haven't I been promoted yet?"
Qiu Ping couldn't hold it back after all. Although he was thin-skinned, it was nothing in the face of promotion.
Our little loach has also studied thick and black. What we want is to have a thick face and a black heart. Well, let’s have a thick face and a black heart. It’s pretty much the same.
"Who told you to get promoted?"
Master He Bo glanced at Qiu Ping and asked casually.
Qiu Ping realized that he had spilled the beans and almost confessed the two Ye Youshen brothers.
"That's right, the City God originally wanted to transfer you to the role of the Xitang River God, but I rejected it." Just when Qiu Ping was thinking about whether to take the blame for the shrew, He Bo continued.
"Why... why..."
Qiu Ping was a little confused. Xitang River is the largest tributary of Fu River. There are nearly 10,000 acres of fertile land on both sides of the river. Its location is very important. Its river god is naturally the eighth grade.
This is really fat.
"Because I need you to guard the ancient well in Huang'ao Village. There may be a big opportunity waiting for you in the future." He Bo looked at Qiu Ping with a serious tone.
"What...what a chance."
When Qiu Ping heard this, his heart dropped. This is the rhythm of not giving me a promotion in my life.
I was not able to be a team leader in the company in my previous life. Is there no hope of promotion in this life?
As for Nao Shizi's opportunity, he just thought it was the river god who drew a big cake for him.
"Hey, you kid, you think I'm tricking you? Did you know that a few days ago, when you entered the Netherworld, after the Mingling King rescued you, he took advantage of the situation to refine the entire Abi Hell. No one dares to stop you. Now in the entire Changning County, your ancient well is the only one with a hole that leads directly to the Netherworld. If Changning County wants to build a two-world passage in the future, you will have to be the breakthrough point." He Bo has lived for so many years, and in the Shinto system Naturally, I have many friends inside.
He was also well-informed and started planning early.
Qiu Ping's brain was spinning rapidly as he quickly digested He Bo's words.
To build a two-border passage, it is possible to expropriate my land...
Hey, wouldn’t I become a demolition household?
Oh my god, this is going to happen!
