Qiu Ping suddenly had a thought in his mind. One of the images beside him shook slightly and turned into the appearance of a little green dragon, and then the image on the right turned into He Bo.
Those thirty images kept changing, transforming into Turtle San'er, Li Huanying, Little Shrew and even Ao Cang.
Qiu Ping changed everyone in his memory one by one.
Little Loach looked at the figures one after another. He randomly selected the image of Ao Cang, and then he moved his body at will, and the image of Ao Cang also moved.
Although the movements are still those of a small loach, in the eyes of outsiders, both the breath and the mana fluctuations are the same as the genuine Ao Cang.
"Hahaha, what a blessing, let's see who can catch me in the future!"
Qiu Ping was overjoyed. These images were all copied by him from the space. They represented the traces that once existed in the space. They were not illusions. As long as the space attainments were not comparable to his and he had not really touched these images, it would be difficult. Distinguish between true and false.
At this moment, countless schemes to frame him and fish in troubled waters flashed through his mind.
With this magical power, it will be easier to do things in the future.
Of course, our little loach is well-educated after all. He will not throw dirty water on people casually unless necessary.
Except those who have offended him.
In the Ninth Transport Department, not far from Fallen Dragon Pass, Ao Cang, who had been huddled in the main hall to practice, sneezed several times in succession.
"It's really weird."
Ao Cang shrank his head and pinched his nose again. He felt a little baffled. Maybe it was the change of seasons. He should pay attention to keeping warm. This is normal... what a ghost.
He is a real dragon. Even if he falls into the lava, he will not be burned to death. How could he feel uncomfortable due to the change in temperature?
"Your Highness, we may not be in Qingzhou in the near future. You should try your best to keep a low profile and avoid conflict with the Shinto people."
Opposite Ao Cang, stood three tall men with horns on their foreheads.
Each of them has a broad face, square eyes and wide mouth, with an air of calmness and authority. It's just that the aura on their bodies is a bit solemn at this moment.
If Qiu Ping were here, he would naturally recognize these three people as the three real dragons that had previously competed with She Yuan for the position of Lord of Yan Lake.
After the failure of the last battle, I haven't heard much about them. It turns out that the cat is in the Ninth Transportation Department.
Ao Cang looked solemn, but still nodded.
What he is most worried about now is not his own situation. Although he is being ignored now, at least his life is not worried, so he can just concentrate on practicing here.
But these three true dragons were recruited by Shinto to go to the northern battlefield and stabilize the land that the dynasty had opened up.
Because the Central Plains Dynasty expanded thousands of miles to the north, in order to completely occupy the thousands of miles of territory, the court had driven many refugees to reclaim wasteland here.
Every inch of land and every river also needs to be guarded by gods.
This is not a good job. In the early days of the northern region, most of the land was desolate and uninhabited, full of evil obstacles, and all kinds of evil people appeared.
The most important thing is that it is the front line of the battle, and at any time there may be heretical monks who hunt down Shinto people.
Even if they are true dragons in the Yuanshen realm, it is impossible for them to go smoothly.
Because the three of them are in the Yuan Shen realm, it is the time when disasters are greatest and their understanding of the way of heaven is most acute.
A trace of negative cause and effect may be magnified into a very serious disaster of life and death.
"Now our dragon clan is at a low point. We must hibernate and wait for the day when the clouds clear and the fog clears."
The three true dragons also knew what they were facing in the future, but they behaved very calmly.
"Well, I'll wait for the three clan brothers to return."
Ao Cang nodded heavily. Now he can only turn all his anger and resentment into motivation for practice. One day...
His fists clenched slightly, one day he would have to pay the price for Shinto.
"Ao Cang... Ao Cang!"
But at this moment, a loud, neck-piercing voice sounded in his ears. It came from a long distance away, and it only hurt his eardrums.
Ao Cang's expression changed. Why is one of the people he hates the most here?
"Ao Cang...Ao..."
Just when Ao Cang was thinking about the other party's purpose, a black shadow rushed over and turned into a small black loach and swam into the main hall of the transfer envoy's office.
"I said, Xiao Ao, why don't you agree?"
Qiu Ping walked into the hall with some complaints in his words. He had yelled several times and didn't even give a reply. It was really rude.
"Hey, you have guests here. Since you are Xiao Ao's friends, you don't need to be restrained and treat this place as your own home."
"What do you call them? Oh, you are also real dragons, and your surname is Ao, so I will call you Xiao Ao."
When Qiu Ping saw these dragons, he started chattering like a barrage of words before they could speak.
His voice was loud and his mouth was broken, which made people's heads hurt.
Including Ao Cang, the faces of several real dragons drooped, looking very ugly.
Especially for one of the real dragons, he couldn't help but remember the pain of being dominated by the little loach when he was fighting for the master of the Yan Lake, and his face turned white.
"Master Jiji, what business do you have in coming to the Ninth Transportation Department?"
Ao Cang suppressed his inner annoyance and tried to speak to Qiu Ping in a calm tone.
"It's nothing. It's not because you are a talent. I happen to have a job in hand, so I'm going to share it with you."
When Qiu Ping heard his question, he remembered the business of his visit.
"Thank you for your love, sir. However, Xiaolong's strength is low and his qualifications are insufficient. You should leave this opportunity to others."
Ao Cang felt disgusted in his heart. He didn't believe that Qiu Ping had any good things in mind for him. He must be holding back his bad feelings and preparing to play some dirty tricks.
"That's not possible. This matter must be done by you. I have been ordered by Qingzhou City God to escort the baggage to the northern border. Now I need to recruit a group of elite soldiers to accompany me, and you are the first one I thought of."
"When we come back safely, wouldn't it be nice to be able to rely on this meritorious service to upgrade our official position to one and a half ranks?"
Qiu Ping looked at the other party with a smile and skillfully drew the pie.
Of course, Little Loach's real intention was to worry that Ao Cang would seize the rights of the Ninth Transportation Department while he was not at home.
In terms of Ao Cang's strength, it would be difficult to suppress him unless someone in the Yuan Shen realm takes action.
Qiu Ping's three melons and two dates would definitely not be Ao Cang's opponent.
Rather than leaving this hidden danger at home, it is better to take it with you to the Northland.
Qiu Ping has now broken through, and he feels that he should still be able to suppress the opponent.
Hearing Qiu Ping's words, Ao Cang's face turned extremely ugly.
He shouldn't have any hopes for this kid. This is a bullshit benefit. He is clearly dragging himself into the fire pit.
On the battlefield in the north, although immortal-level battles rarely occur, those martial arts monks and the various inheritances of the Snow Mountains definitely have Yuan Shen-level combat capabilities.
Plus, it was a battlefield, not an arena.
There was no chance of a fair fight, and any destructive tricks might appear. As a young dragon, he didn't want to jump into this flesh-and-blood battlefield.
He still wanted to refuse, but the little loach looked at him with a half-smile.
"This is a document issued by the Qingzhou City God. I have already written your name on it. If you don't want to go, please go to the Prison Suppression Department."
Qiu Ping's words did not conceal his threats.
Damn it, can I let you run away today?
Looking at the name crookedly written on the document, Ao Cang held back his words.
Damn, I hate loaches.
…
After taking care of Ao Cang, Qiu Ping did not write the names of other people on the recruitment order.
After all, he basically didn't have anyone he could fight, so bringing him over would be a recipe for death, and if there were too many people, it would delay his escape.
As for Ao Cang, since this kid has nothing to do with me, it doesn't matter if he dies.
However, Qiu Ping had no intention of recruiting more people, but one person took the initiative to show up.
"You mean... you're going to the Northland?"
Qiu Ping looked at the girl in white in front of him and couldn't help scratching his head.
"Yes, please ask uncle to fulfill your wish."
The girl bowed Yingying and spoke firmly.
When she stood up, she revealed a beautiful face, but it was that Cao Ying.
"It's okay to take you there, but I can't guarantee your safety."
Qiu Ping was wondering, is there anyone going up the pole to go north? Cao Ying has just condensed the [Holy Infant], which is equivalent to the Holy Fetus Realm. This strength cannot be said to be cannon fodder on the northern battlefield, but it is also extremely dangerous.
"Uncle, there is no need to worry about my safety. If unfortunately he dies in Beidi, it can only be Cao Ying's bad fate and he can't blame anyone else."
Cao Ying nodded heavily, her eyes focused.
"Okay, then you come to me again in half a month at the Prosecution Department. Don't let me go. You are on the call list. If you regret it, the Prison Control Department will treat you as a deserter. .”
Qiu Ping picked up the writing brush, wrote the word "Cao Ying" on the recruitment order, and gave some serious instructions.
Watching Cao Ying leave, he shook his head.
He also guessed Cao Ying's intention in his heart. Although the Northland is dangerous now, it is not without opportunities.
Because the extra area of a thousand miles suddenly became available, it was almost possible to open up a new state.
If he could occupy a mountain and river and build a city, Cao Ying's [Holy Infant]'s strength would be enough to gain the title of County God.
For the Cao family, which is now in decline, having another seventh-grade priest will undoubtedly be of great help to the family.
"Oh, everyone has his own destiny. I can't even protect myself, so how can I care about others."
Qiu Ping put away the recruitment order, and in a flash, he left Falling Dragon Pass and headed to the Shanhe Pond of Yanhu Lake.
It was still half a month before the baggage train officially set off. Of course, he had to seize the time and improve his cultivation by one point.
…
Dozens of hundreds of feet wide ships are moored on the wide weir lake. Each ship has a wide bottom and a flat body, like a giant turtle lying on the water.
Three masts stood high, but the sails were not raised, and the huge ship swayed up and down with the water waves.
These large ships are connected together by chains, and there are planks connecting adjacent ships, making these ships look like a large piece of land.
Countless civilians wearing thin coats carried heavy loads of grain, like worker ants, going back and forth endlessly, filling the ship's warehouse with bags of grain bit by bit.
Some officials from the nearby Tai'an Prefecture were carefully checking the food situation and did not dare to relax at all.
These grains must be supplied to the battlefield. If there is any discrepancy, it will be dealt with directly by military law.
"The imperial court's use of troops this time is a good opportunity for me to make contributions. If my father hadn't stopped me, I would have gone to the north to lead troops to fight with the enemy."
"Even this official position as a transport escort was something my father and I had a hard time asking for."
On the shore of Yan Lake, a man in a blue Confucian shirt looked at the young master, who had just passed his thirties, waving a folding fan in his hand and said slowly.
"I am also worried about the safety of the young master, but once this escort is completed, I will probably be able to see your methods, and I may be able to rest assured that you will participate in more things in the future."
Next to the young master, stood a middle-aged man who always had a somewhat flattering smile.
"I hope so."
The young master naturally knows his father's character well, so he can only make the most optimistic guess.
"What's going on over there?"
The young master shook his folding fan and was about to find a place to hide from the sun, but suddenly he saw a group of people playing and playing on the other side of the lake shore. Someone was carrying a statue half a man high, slowly and heavily, and it was carried nearby.
"Master, this is the spirit who is transporting the baggage this time."
The middle-aged man whispered to the young master.
There are gods three feet above their heads. Even if they have some complaints about Shinto in their hearts, they dare not arrange gods so close.
In case of being petty-minded, punishment may be imposed.
"It's really funny. To govern the world, you should use knowledge, how can you rely on the gods for everything? In recent years, these gods have become more and more involved with the court."
The young master suddenly put away his fan and looked at the sculpture that everyone was carrying.
The sculpture is the image of a child, with a slightly raised forehead, two whiskers on his lips, a small dark face, and red paint on both sides of the cheeks, which looks a bit funny.
"Come on, come on, enshrine the statue to the main cabin of the leading ship." Under the command of the leaders of the team, the statue was carried little by little to the main cabin of the leading ship. Some people also specially placed some Incense burner for immediate worship.
"Which god is this? I have never seen it before."
The young master looked at this god and was sure that he had never seen it before, and it was probably not a high-level god in Qingzhou.
Fortunately, there is a tablet with the identity of the deity hanging next to the statue.
On it is written: Qingzhou Duolongguan Tiju is the god of Tiju.
It was another name for a god that they had never heard of before. They had never heard of the title of the Fallen Dragon Guan Tiju Si in the past.
"Xu is a newly established position. I heard that there has been a big change in Shinto. It is not the same as before."
The middle-aged man pondered for a while and had no impression of it.
There will be an update later. I have to make up for the 6,000 words I owe. I cried.
(End of chapter)
