Qiu Ping's figure flickered, and he turned into a boy in a vermilion official robe.

Although his face is strange, his body is light, and he suddenly looks like a fairy. On the standing water, a slightly muddy Ba water rolls and flows, all the way from the west side through the imperial capital, and finally into the sea.

Bashui has been deserted a lot these days.

Because an assassin assassinated Jing Xinghuai a few days ago, it caused Dijing to hunt down the rebels. This bashui, which should have been full of wind and snow, has also lost many tourists because of the temporary curfew.

Only some locals who need to travel between the two sides of the strait are allowed to travel by boat after a strict search.

"Jiaoyuan."

Qiu Ping called out, and then there were waves in the water, and a gray-white figure flickered, turning into an old man with a head on his body, but wearing an official robe.

"I've seen Hebo."

Jiao Yuan bowed respectfully, he had heard of this person's reputation for a long time, and it has always been rumored within Shinto that this person was a genius on the first day of Shinto.

Looking at his past resume, it took only a few years to grow from a little demon to an immortal.

This kind of cultivation speed is simply embarrassing to everyone.

Just like Jiaoyuan, he can become an immortal, and he is naturally talented, but he has also used it for nearly a thousand years.

And this son is not only talented in cultivation, but also prosperous in officialdom.

Whether it is to open up the netherworld, or to suppress the old gods of Fengzen Mountain, or to open up the starry sky, this person almost plays an extremely important role.

Especially the last work, he really tore through the blockade of the Immortal Dao to the Shinto, and successfully made the Shinto fall in the starry sky.

Coupled with the other party's means of turning clouds and rain in the past few days, Jiaoyuan did not dare to act rashly.

"Jiaoyuan, tell me, where is the disadvantage of this Dijing Shinto?"

Qiu Ping looked at the turbid river and asked slowly.

The first sentence at the beginning of this question asked Jiao Yuan.

Let's be at the feet of King Mingling, can we talk about the topic of not dying? Now that we are expanding everywhere, our strength has swelled several times in a few years, do you still think that Shinto is not good enough?

"The lower officials are only in charge of the internal affairs of Bashui, and they don't know anything about the outside world."

Jiaoyuan is also an old bureaucrat, so he naturally knows how to change the topic.

"Well, you can talk to me about the ills inside this water."

Qiu Ping smiled and pulled the topic back again.

Jiao Yuan was speechless for a while, it seems that he really doesn't want to let me go today.

"The ill of this water is not in God, but in man."

Jiao Yuan pondered for a long time before he slowly spoke.

Qiu Ping's feet stepped on the water, and in an instant, the water surged, evolving into thirteen small rivers several zhang long. These rivers converge at one point, and when these rivers converge, they become one another.

This is naturally the distribution map of the major rivers under the Bashui system.

The Thirteen Cao Rivers radiate the land of six states, covering most of the territory of the world, and use the wealth of the world to support the land of a capital.

"Cao Yun not only carries the world's grain, cloth, oil, silver and other things into the capital, once there is turmoil in the world, then the river of Cao Yun is also a place to transport troops, all the way down the river, can go to all parts of the world in an instant."

"Therefore, the weight of the Cao River is the lifeblood of the world."

"Because of this, the hearts of the people and evil hearts of the world are like rolling mud and sand in the Cao River, all of which converge here."

"When the sediment is gone, the river is naturally muddy."

After all, Jiaoyuan has been here for hundreds of years, and he is very clear about the situation of Bashui Caohe.

Qiu Ping naturally understood what Jiao Yuan meant, and his main priesthood in charge of Ba Shui was to eliminate the resentment borne in the water system, otherwise the resentment would accumulate, and it would be like sediment silting up the waterway, and eventually it would be uncontrollable.

"But dissipating grievances is just an expedient measure, no matter how diligent you are, it can only delay the time for the accident."

"The sediment can never be cleared, and even the resentment cannot be completely gone."

Qiu Ping finally asked the doubts in his heart.

No matter how diligent his [Grievance Wear] priesthood is, there will still be some unclean grievances that will precipitate, and as time increases, there will be more and more of them, and there will always be a day when they are clogged.

"Lord Hebo, do you know that there is a difference between being a chief official in the imperial capital and being a chief official in the local area?"

After muttering for a while, Jiao Yuan raised his head and said slowly.

"But I don't know."

Qiu Ping only felt that it was extremely hard to be an official here, and he couldn't get any benefits, but there were a lot of bad things.

"The imperial capital is the hope of the world, and any central order will cause ups and downs in the world. Not only does Caoyun need to clear up his grievances from time to time, but also other departments. ”

"But the removal of grievances is only a delay, what is really needed is to cooperate with human dynasties and apply benevolent governance, like dredging of rivers, so that the people's hearts are smooth, and the people's hearts will naturally disappear."

"At least it's worth a hundred years."

These truths, even if Jiao Yuan didn't tell him, Qiu Ping would gradually know it.

"Need to work with humans?"

Qiu Ping frowned slightly, but he felt that the Shinto in the capital was so unpleasant, how could he be happy in the place.

"Hebo, please look, just like this Xun water, from south to north, through the land of Yun, Heng, and Qingzhou, the width is the same, and there is almost no deviation in the north and south directions, what can you see?"

Jiao Yuan pointed to the river that was the thickest and covered the most of the thirteen Cao Yun.

Qiu Ping looked at Jiao Yuan and did not speak.

Jiaoyuan was a little uncomfortable with Qiu Ping's eyes, so he didn't sell it.

"This is an artificial canal, originally the north-south transportation of the year, need to go around a large circle to the west, almost take an extra month. Later, the Bashui Hebo and the emperors of the world worked together to recruit 100,000 people and countless materials, and it took nearly 20 years to finally dig this river. ”

"So far, there is no obstacle to the north-south transportation, and the grain transported by this river alone is millions of stones every year."

"Oh? So that generation of Ba Shui Hebo was elevated? ”

Qiu Ping's eyes burned, and he touched his chin, it turned out that he could still do this.

This is a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people, and presumably the gratitude of the people can overpower the resentment.

"No, not long after this river was repaired, that prosperous dynasty caused chaos in the world because it spent too much financial resources, and the dynasty was quickly destroyed, and that river uncle also died, and he couldn't even be reincarnated as a god in the underworld."

"And after the fall of that dynasty, the Daqian Dynasty was re-established."

Jiao Yuan looked at Qiu Ping, his eyes were gloomy, he was a small dragon in the Bashui back then, when the people counterattacked, the heavens and the earth rained thunder, and the Bashui River Bo was beaten to pieces.

"Damn, why don't you see what I'm doing?"

Qiu Ping almost didn't have a big fight to film, while you instigated me to cooperate with humans, and at the same time gave an example of dying so miserably, you are poisonous.

(End of chapter)