Qiu Ping drove back for more than ten miles before he found the group of water gods who were struggling to travel.
The faces of all the gods turned pale. In order to catch up with Qiu Ping, they used all their strength to catch up with Qiu Ping, but they could only watch the little loach swim farther and farther away, and finally even the shadow could not be seen.
Qiu Ping reached out and touched the whiskers on his lips, and couldn't help but sigh.
It seems that the new gods this year are not very good, they are far worse than when we first became gods.
Forget it, I'll give you a ride today.
Qiu Ping immediately changed his mind, and the water vapor around him was rolling. Within a hundred feet, countless subtle undercurrents were stirring and flowing in different directions.
His bloodline has evolved several times. He has been implanted with innate bones, swallowed dragon beads, and taken the water of the Eight Treasure Merit Pool and the blood of the true dragon. Although he is not a pure-blood dragon loach, his strength is definitely not as good as that of a pure-blooded person of the same level. The golden thread loach is worse.
At this point in his life, it was like his instinct to control the flow of water.
"Follow me and swim to the Canglang River together!"
Qiu Ping flicked his tail, and his body flew out like an arrow, dragging a hundred feet long undercurrent behind him.
A group of water gods step on the undercurrent, and with just a slight exertion, they can use the Qiuping water flow to move forward underwater like wind and lightning.
Everyone was secretly surprised. Although they had known for a long time that Qiu Ping was a popular person around He Bo, because of his young age, everyone thought that he had gained the position by playing tricks.
But now it seems that this little loach is very powerful.
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All the way to the west, we swam about three hundred miles.
After passing a fork, the river suddenly widened, and even the narrowest point was a hundred feet long. The widest part is even more vast, with no two sides visible.
Rolling waves are surging on the slightly turbid water. If you look down from a high place, the Canglang River, which stretches for thousands of miles, is like a giant dragon with teeth and claws, winding and twisting.
Qiu Ping clearly felt that the concentration of the true dragon essence contained in the water suddenly became much higher.
The body of the dead dragon from the East China Sea is at the boundary mountain, not far from here.
"Let's go up and get water!"
Qiu Ping dived forward suddenly, and his body broke through the water in an instant and entered the air.
The water vapor from the Canglang River gathered one after another, forming a thick cloud under him.
He swims freely among the clouds.
As the purity of his bloodline gradually increased, although he could not control the wind and rain on a large scale, visions followed his actions.
A group of water gods in Changning County also used their magical powers to stand in mid-air.
Above the water, it was actually much more lively than under the water.
The Canglang River runs through the entire Qingzhou and is the largest water system in Qingzhou, with an amazing amount of water contained in it. Perhaps because this year's drought is quite widespread, water officials from many prefectures and counties came here to collect water.
Now on the river, it is like a gathering of gods.
At a glance, it can be seen that the number of gods is no less than three hundred, and it looks very lively.
There are many gods of rank seven or above.
Qiu Ping and others excitedly went in to get water, but were stopped by Yasha who had been patrolling the river.
"Hey, why are you running so fast? Which prefecture and county are you from? Show me your certificate." The leader of the yaksha shook his head, wondering why this little loach was so reckless.
I don’t know which county they are from, and why they sent a little kid as the leader.
Qiu Ping then remembered that He Bo had given him a document before coming here.
He smiled shyly and handed the document to Yaksha.
"You're from Changning County, right? If you want to get water here, you must know the rules..." Xunjiang Yaksha glanced at the document and handed it back to Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping was stunned for a while, then suddenly slapped his head, hey, look at my memory.
He immediately took out a few pieces of spiritual minerals and spiritual fruits, and quietly handed a piece to each of the patrolling yakshas in front of him.
Everyone is in the officialdom and we all know the rules.
Qiu Ping had already mastered the skills of giving gifts and showing favors to the two Ye Youshen brothers.
Several Yashas were also stunned. They each held spiritual mines and spiritual fruits in their hands, but they were suddenly at a loss.
"Eh? Isn't that too little?" Qiu Ping was troubled in his heart. He was doing things for the government, but now he was spending his own money. He didn't know if he could ask He Bo for reimbursement when he went back.
"...If you don't understand the rules, just look at that stone tablet. It's clearly written on it." Just as the little loach gritted its teeth and prepared to bleed, the leader Yasha pointed to a stone tablet by the river.
The rules for collecting water are very simple. The water gods of each prefecture and county can draw water by themselves. Take more or take less, just based on each family's ability.
But one thing is that once the water level of the Canglang River drops to a certain level, everyone is prohibited from taking water.
This means that the total amount of water that the water gods can draw is limited. Those who come early and are powerful can draw more water. Otherwise, you will have to find another way.
The Shuiguan series is different from the Earth series.
The earth is mostly responsible for the person's death, and various etiquette and rules are also followed.
But the water gods are basically spirits, and to a certain extent they also advocate the law of the jungle.
"Hurry in, lest the water will be snatched away by others in a while." The leader of the river patrol, Yasha, collected the spiritual mines and spiritual fruits, and waved his hand to let Little Loach and the others pass.
Little Loach watched helplessly as his wife, whom he had finally saved, was carried into someone else's arms, and he wished he could slap himself twice.
How fast is it that I pay for it?
This time it’s a loss.
"Um...little loach, I see that you are quite kind, so I will have a few words with you. Just go to the east to get water for a while. There are water gods there who are not very powerful. You will not encounter any masters who will compete with you for water. .Also, when the water level is about to reach its position, leave quickly and don’t stay.”
Just when Qiu Ping was dejected, the leader Yasha suddenly stopped him again and gave him some pointers.
Many water gods came here for the first time and thought they could just find a place to get water.
As everyone knows, the more drought there is, the water will never be too much. Of course, every water god who comes here wants to take more water back.
Even if you don't need it, it will be worth a lot of money if you resell it when the time comes.
So every time we get water, it's actually a competition based on our abilities. If you accidentally encounter some powerful water god, even the little water you manage to draw will be snatched away.
Qiu Ping thanked him quickly and felt a little better. At least the money spent was of some use. However, he understood the first warning, but what did the second one mean?
No matter what, he didn't want to delay. He immediately rolled up the clouds and mist under him, and came to the east of Canglang River together with the water gods in the county.
Sure enough, as Na Yaksha said, the people who draw water here are all small gods of the eighth or ninth grade. Most of them are only about a hundred years old, and the strongest ones are less than two hundred years old.
When Qiu Ping came here, it was like a big devil had entered the novice village.
"Start getting water!"
He stretched out his hand and threw it, and the clay pot He Bo gave him flew directly into the air and turned into the size of a small mountain.
With the movement of divine power, the water on the river suddenly condensed into a tornado shape, and entered the clay pots one after another.
Other water gods in Changning County also helped to fetch water, but their strength was low and the water flow was much thinner than Qiu Ping's.
But because of the large number of people, the total amount is quite considerable.
Because of the neck restriction of this clay pot, it could only allow so much water to pass through at one time. Qiu Ping couldn't speed up the process even if he wanted to.
This made Qiu Ping quite bored.
According to the storage efficiency of this jar, basically ten water gods are enough. I don’t know why Hebo asked everyone to come here.
While working, Qiu Ping's habit of paddling came back again.
He took the time to look around and saw countless clay pots, large and small, floating on the vast river.
Most of the pots were about the same size as those brought by Qiu Ping. Only a dozen or so pots were significantly larger than ordinary sizes, and their water-drawing efficiency was almost five times that of Little Loach and the others.
The most exaggerated thing is the pottery pot in the middle of the river, which is ten times the size of Qiuping pottery pot.
When it hangs into the sky, it is like a long whale sucking water, sucking in the turbulent water. No one dared to come close within a hundred feet of this pottery pot.
Damn, you big dog owner.
Qiu Ping felt envious and jealous in his heart.
As it rises in the east and sets in the west, the water level of the Canglang River drops little by little.
On the fifth day, the water level finally approached the mark.
This means that this water collection is coming to an end.
I don't know since when, there are fewer and fewer people around Qiuping, and several gods with relatively low strength have left even yesterday.
This made Qiu Ping a little strange.
He suddenly remembered Yaksha's instructions again, and immediately prepared to collect the pottery pot. After calling a few more times, he prepared to take all the water gods in Changning County to go home after casual work.
There is at least half the water volume of the Fu River here, which is more than enough to supply water to the seedlings in the fields.
"Let's go home! Everyone has worked hard these days!"
Qiu Ping made a seal and was about to retrieve the jar, but suddenly, a wave of water exploded under the water, and a nearly 100-foot-long dragon sprang out from the water, grabbing it with a claw covered with blue scales. clay pot.
"Hahaha, thank you for helping me fetch water these days. Remember to visit me next time you go to Bibo Lake." The dragon laughed loudly, picked up the clay pot and ran away.
"Why?" Qiu Ping looked up at him with a confused look in his eyes.
"Hey, what a pitiful little guy. I just let you experience the dangers of life in advance. You will definitely be grateful to me in the future." Seeing Qiu Ping's silly look, Jiaolong could hardly help himself. .
Such a stupid guy, he couldn't help but want to rob the other party again.
Anyway, as long as no lives are lost here, the River God will not care how the gods from different places compete for water.
Unless there is a serious drought year, Jiang Shen will personally control the water vapor.
Jiaolong laughed triumphantly and was about to leave, but suddenly his body stopped.
When he turned around, he found that his tail was caught in the hand of the little loach.
"What a stubborn little guy...ahhh...ahhh..."
The dragon was about to throw the opponent away with his tail, but in the next moment, he felt that the world was spinning. He made a 180-degree arc in mid-air, hit the water hard, and then did another 180 degrees counterclockwise. Ten degrees, hit the other side.
"Pah...pah...pah..."
"Pa bang bang..."
Under the setting sun, a hundred-foot-long dragon was grabbed by the tail by a small loach and repeatedly swung on the water surface, causing layers of water splashes.
On this day, this dragon truly understood the dangers of life.
Happy 27th birthday to the kid "The World in My Book Is Not a Wonderful World". I originally wanted to update a 4,000-word chapter, but after revisions, revisions, and deletions, there were only a little over 3,000 words left...
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