"The king called me...... Let's drill a hole......"

The ancient well connected to the edge of the deep underground river, and the sound of a neat trumpet was heard.

A large loach about three feet long with a golden thread on its back took the lead and desperately burrowed its head into the dirt. Behind it, there are hundreds of small loaches and medium loaches of about one or two feet.

Don't look at their small size, but their strength is really not small, and in the blink of an eye, they can drill the mud and sand everywhere, and the ground will soon become full of holes.

"Boys, work hard, let's try to drill another half acre of land today."

Qiu Ping's head was pulled out of the dirt, and he shouted at the loaches with high morale.

"Yes, King!"

And the loaches are also like being beaten with chicken blood, working harder.

"Yes, yes, as long as we work hard, one day we can dig out a sea here, and then this god will become a great god, and you will all follow me to enjoy happiness." I'll tell you the story of Yugong moving mountains again today......"

Qiu Ping looked at the hot scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

A few days ago, he was still scolding 007 for being inhumane, but he felt that it was still very reasonable to use this set on his subordinates.

However, the act of digging a hole in front of him is really not idle and boring, this is the practice method he has studied.

The grade of the water god determines the quality of his divine power, and the scope of his control determines the amount of divine power.

Qiu Ping is the well god of Huangao Village, in charge of well water, ponds, and dark rivers within a radius of ten miles. It stands to reason that as long as there is more water in this village, the greater his authority.

The water volume of Huangao Village is moderately low in the whole of Changning County, with only a small river more than two zhang wide on the surface and a small pond of less than three acres of land dug by hand.

The others are a branch of an underground dark river that flows through the ancient well.

This underground river is the main authority of the god Qiu Pingjing, and it is also the mystery of the ancient well's perennial dryness.

Qiu Ping's grade was so low, his divine power couldn't break through to the outside of Huang'ao Village. He thought about widening this tributary of the underground river, as wide as possible, to bring more and more water over.

In this way, his authority will rise, and when he has accumulated enough, he can seek promotion.

Of course, this kind of thing can't be done too much.

If the bottom is hollowed out and the whole village collapses, then he will be finished.

Not to mention that he can't escape the judgment of the city god, even the resentment of the people can crush him to death.

"A loach with a thousand cuts! You're digging up the old man's land again! ”

Just as the loaches were digging freely, a loud shout came from a distance. Subtle fluctuations of divine power surged from all directions, squeezing out many loaches that were burrowing in an instant.

Hearing this voice, Qiu Ping suddenly became excited.

"Boys, withdraw!"

The two whiskers on his lips shook, and the water around him surged, turning into a thrust that enveloped the many loaches.

"Run, old man is going to eat loaches!"

Hearing his order, all the loaches panicked, and swam in the direction of the ancient well along the underground river.

A faint flash of light flickered, and an old man about five feet tall appeared next to the hole dug by the loaches.

His hair almost hung down to his feet, and he was holding a deer-headed cane in his hand.

This old man is the land god of Huangao Village.

Looking at the ground as if it had been stumped by a dog, his forehead jumped twice again, and the cane in his hand slammed into the ground, recovering some of the dirt.

But the hollows in many places were filled with too much water, and with his strength, he couldn't recover them.

The old man was indignant in his heart, since the well god had been replaced by this loach, he had never been at peace.

Loaches are good at drilling holes, but the soil is under the jurisdiction of the land god, and whoever drills a lot of holes in their territory will not be in a good mood.

"Next time I look for Chenghuang to report on my work, I will definitely refer to you!"

The old man staggered twice on the spot, then stomped on the ground and turned into a wisp of green smoke and left.

Although the priesthood of the land god is half a level higher than Qiu Ping, but this place is close to the underground river, and Qiu Ping is a slippery loach, and he really can't help it.

Qiu Ping slipped back to his water mansion, and the loaches also dispersed and drilled into the countless small holes opened up in the water mansion.

Fortunately, I ran fast today, and if I was caught by the old man of the land, I would inevitably have to suffer some hardships.

He remembered the last time he was hung at the door of the Land Temple because he was running slowly, and he almost didn't dry the fish, and now he still has palpitations when he thinks about it.

"It seems that this job will not be able to be done in a short period of time, so let's honestly comb the water veins recently." Qiu Ping looked a little listless and didn't let him drill holes, what is the meaning of such a life for loaches?

He opened his mouth and spit out, squirting out the beads of water contained in his mouth, and fell to the top of the water mansion.

He rolled his body and wrapped the beads in the middle of his body.

Then the divine power in the body gushed out, combining with the water veins within a radius of ten miles. His divine power is like an invisible sieve, removing impurities and dirt from the water, and at the same time making the well water clearer and cooler.

It is rumored that some powerful well gods, under the perennial divine power, the well water can even have many wonderful uses, so that it can be famous all over the world and gather more incense.

Of course, this Qiu Ping has nothing to do with it, not to mention his divine power, even if it rises tenfold, there is no way to make the well water give birth to miracles.

About an hour later, he withdrew his divine power from his body.

Although the amount of divine power has increased somewhat slightly, and the golden thread behind it seems to be a little purer, the spirit is extremely sluggish.

This kind of combing the water veins is also a practice for the water god, but it is too boring and energy-consuming.

But it's such a job, I don't know how many mountain and wild gods, lonely souls and wild ghosts, and mountain spirits and water monsters can't ask for it.

Don't look at him complaining about the boring work and the slow growth of his divine power, this can be regarded as a rapid growth compared to the wild road outside.

The most important thing is to be safe and harmless, ensure harvest in drought and flood, there is no risk of going crazy, and you can shake people when you encounter things.

After Qiu Ping felt that his spirit had recovered, he continued to release his divine power and combed the water veins.

After a few times, he felt a little itchy in his back, so he twisted his body, adjusted himself, and rubbed his back on the top of the temple.

But the more you rub it, the more itchy it becomes.

"It can't be some parasite." After rubbing it a few times in a row, Qiu Ping's heart was a little uneasy.

He immediately thought that his idea was a little funny, what kind of parasite could run on his divine body.

It's just that why is his back so itchy?