Under the wide and dark Fu River, a huge old turtle swims slowly.

The water ran down his hideous and rugged back, but everything was silent. Occasionally, small fish passed by him, but they only regarded him as a boulder at the bottom of the water.

This time, the Yin Si encircled and suppressed, and thirteen gods died, of which eleven were water gods. There are 1,000 shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and less than a third of them came back alive.

The water officer system is greatly damaged.

In the past, due to racial reasons, the water gods always robbed the good fortune and the likes of the earth and mountain gods.

Therefore, even if this time he asked Qiu Ping to take the gas basin to collect good luck, Chenghuang also acquiesced.

"I don't know where to go, and I hear the ...... of singing"

The old turtle looked back in the direction of Changning County, and the illusory ceremonial rooftop led to the fortune of the heavenly officials, and it was magnificent and blurry, which was the real fairy scene.

But he let out a long sigh, which meant that he could not say anything.

Perhaps for the Shinto boss, it is a very cost-effective deal to die so many gods in exchange for control of the Abi Hell.

But he is just an ordinary river god in a county, and his vision is not so wide, and he can't see so far.

All he cared about was his countless lonely ghosts that never returned. No, they weren't even lonely ghosts, their spirits had long since died out of the world.

Those countless juniors who he watched grow up......

Now, it's all gone.

"Goo."

Just as He Bo left, a ball of golden liquid smashed on Qiu Ping's head like jelly, and before it could burst out, it penetrated into his body in an instant.

If there is a person who is good at qi here, he will find that Qiu Ping's life pattern has changed rapidly, from the original red and white half, and soon the red overwhelms the white.

In his physical senses, he didn't notice any changes.

He only felt that heaven and earth seemed to be a little friendly to him, and a floating feeling from the depths of his soul appeared in his heart.

If you want to improve your own good fortune, there are only a few ways, either practice, or study, or the support of nobles.

Qiu Ping: This can barely be regarded as a nobleman's support.

The biggest nobleman in heaven and earth, the Emperor Ziwei, carried a lot of them at once.

It took about a quarter of an hour for Qiu Ping's surging fortune to stop, and finally stopped at the point of seven points of red and three points of white.

"Thank you Huang Ao Jing God for your help." A group of water gods stepped forward to greet Qiu Ping, originally with their speed, they were far from being able to grab so much luck, and they all had to accept Qiu Ping's favor.

And although they are from a spirit background, and their brains are not as active as human beings, it can also be seen that since He Bo lent the Qi Gathering Basin to Qiu Ping, he intended to support this descendant.

Originally, I heard that Hebo liked the god of Daping Mountain Spring, but unfortunately he died in Abi Hell.

"Little loach, thank you for this." Chen Jiaping's old turtle turned over and turned into an old man with a tortoise shell on his back.

The old turtle has served as a river god for more than five hundred years, and among the eight or nine rank gods, there is no one with qualifications older than him.

Although he lived a long life, he lived a mediocre life, and he has not been able to be promoted.

If Qiu Ping hadn't given him a lot of good luck, I'm afraid that after this Heavenly Bailu Ceremony, his life would not have been able to improve much.

……

"Grandpa Hebo, are you here?" Not long after the ceremony ended, a small loach's twin fins held a copper treasure pot and ran to Hebo's temple.

There is no way, Qiu Ping is anxious.

After the ceremony, all the participating gods were promoted, and even the old turtle was transferred to the main book of the march of the Hebo Yamen, and he was mixed up with the god position of the eighth grade.

Although the shrew did not give it a promotion to the seventh rank, it was because the seven-rank gods were no longer under the control of the county god of Changning County, and they did not have the right to carry out the edict, but they also gave it a "Izumo" priesthood and a lot of rewards.

But when it came to Qiu Ping, it was gone! Not even a single hair was given.

Even if it is for root hairs?

Qiu Ping still wanted to reason with Chenghuang, but he only got a meaningful smile, thinking that his bullying of other people's nieces had been exposed, and he was so frightened that he ran back to his hometown.

"Ouch, what's the noise, didn't see me taking a nap." In the center of the Hebo Temple, the old turtle was full of displeasure, and he couldn't sleep well when he was old, why did this black boy babble.

"Uncle He, I'm here to return the gas basin, and I washed it before I came." Qiu Ping held the gas basin and handed it to Hebo with an expression of invitation.

The treasure pot that was originally a little clumsy was brushed shiny by him, and there was no pulp left, and almost all of it could reflect his grinning little black face.

Hebo put away the treasure pot painfully, and only after making sure that it did not affect the use function, did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey, why aren't you leaving?" He Bo was about to squint for a while and fall asleep, but he saw that the little loach was still there, his face full of fear.

"Lord Hebo, didn't you say that you were going to give me a promotion, why is there no follow-up now?"

Qiu Ping didn't hold back in his heart after all, although he was thin-skinned, he was nothing in front of promotion.

Our little loach has also studied thick black science, and what we want is to have a thick face and a black heart, well, let's have a thick face and a black face.

"Who told you you to be promoted?"

Lord Hebo glanced at Qiu Ping and asked casually.

Qiu Ping realized that he had leaked his words, and almost confessed the two brothers of the Night Wandering God.

"That's right, Chenghuang was going to transfer you to the Xitang River God, but I rejected it." Just when Qiu Ping was thinking about whether to take the shrew out of the pot, Hebo continued to speak.

"For ...... Why ......"

Qiu Ping was a little confused, the Xitang River is the largest tributary of the Fu River, the two banks of the river are nearly 10,000 acres of fertile land, the location is very important, and its river god is naturally the eight products.

That's a good deal of fat.

"Because I need you to guard the ancient well in Huangao Village, there will be no big opportunity waiting for you in the future." He Bo looked at Qiu Ping, and his tone was a little serious.

"What...... What a serendipity. ”

When Qiu Ping heard this, his heart was cold, this is the rhythm that will not give me a promotion for the rest of his life.

I couldn't be a team leader in the company in my last life, is there no hope of promotion in this life?

As for the chance of Narausch, he only regarded it as a big cake painted for him by the river god.

"Hey, you think I'm fooling you? Do you know that a few days ago, when you entered the Netherworld, the King of Mingling, after saving you, took advantage of the situation to refine a whole Abi Hell, and he took advantage of it, and no one dared to stop it between heaven and earth. Now in the entire Changning County, there is a hole in the range of your ancient well that leads directly to the Netherworld, if Changning County wants to build a passage between the two realms in the future, it is impossible to say that it will be used as a breakthrough from you. "Hebo has lived for so many years, and naturally he has many friends in the Shinto system.

He was also well-informed and started laying out early.

Qiu Ping's brain was spinning rapidly, and he quickly digested Hebo's words.

To build a passage between the two realms, it is possible to expropriate my land......

Hey, wouldn't I have become a demolition household?

Oh my god, this is going to be sent!