Chapter 9 The God of Wells in Dreams

Seeing the Land Lord leave, Qiu Ping immediately sharpened his knife... Oh no, he was passionate towards the scholar.

For those of the lower-level civil servants, there are not many opportunities to encounter such a high-quality fat sheep. Although it is impossible to say that birds do not shit in Huangao Village, their cultural fortunes were indeed not prosperous in the past.

The one who passed the scholarship was a hundred years ago.

Well...it's the Land Lord.

Qiu Ping looked at the sleeping Jing Xinghuai and his body turned into a black mist that penetrated into the other party's body.

"Jing Xinghuai...Jing Xinghuai!"

Jing Xinghuai was sleeping soundly, but suddenly he heard someone calling him.

He got up with a confused look on his face, but found himself among the layers of white clouds. Looking up, there was a towering palace standing in the distance, extremely brilliant.

Above head, a huge sun shining with endless glory drove to the sky, illuminating all shadows.

Jing Xinghuai looked at all this in a daze. He saw countless beautiful scenery in the world, but had never seen such a magnificent scene.

But Jing Xinghuai had no intention of contempt at all. Extraordinary people had extraordinary appearances. Moreover, the boy was faintly shining with light, looking like a god.

Once the merits are complete, you will choose a day to ascend.

"vomit……"

Jing Xinghuai looked not old but had been to many places, which made Qiu Ping know a lot about the situation in the outside world.

But this thing was really unpalatable and he couldn't swallow it at all, and his stomach twitched.

His words are not false. Fish food contains the power of heavenly herbs, which is very nourishing to mortals. Not only does it prolong life, but it can also ensure health.

"This scholar, I am polite to you, why do you ignore me? Could it be that I look down on me?" At this moment, a young boy's voice came from below Jing Xinghuai.

Although the thing in front of me didn't look delicious, Jing Xinghuai couldn't refuse his affection, so he picked up one and put it into his mouth.

"I am very satisfied with the poem you wrote for Gujing today. Do you have any other masterpieces now?" Qiu Ping looked light and looked faint, but his heart was secretly eager.

But the thing about Qiu Ping's chicken thief is that he reveals the true form of Shinto, and just adds some light effects to himself and changes the environment. Normal gods have to show their dreams to others, so they have to show their majesty to show the majesty of Shinto.

"Then you really missed an opportunity." Qiu Ping shook his head, and ate all the remaining fish food just like eating sugar beans.

He spent a lot of money to entertain the scholars, and these were castrated versions made by him mixing the residue of the fish food in the heavens with flour.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Qiu Ping looked at the other party with a strange look. This fish food is the best delicacy in the world. He feels extremely happy every time he eats it.

The two started chatting nonsense, talking about their studies, people's livelihood, and the scenery in various places.

"Come on, let's sit down and chat slowly." As Qiu Ping thought about it, a table and two chairs appeared out of thin air.

It’s a pity that Jing Xinghuai’s mind was in chaos at this time, so he could not write anything else.

"By the way, I heard that you are going to take the policy for the autumn examination? Then I will talk to you about some of my experiences in traveling to the world over the years."

However, these irregular spheres are now filled with brilliant light of gold and red, which looks particularly magical.

Qiu Ping came across the road and saw a little loach. Later, when he grew up a few years old, he was named a god. He stayed in the ancient well and never left Changning County.

But I saw a boy about three feet tall standing not far away. The boy looked at the dark and dirty face, his head was a little wide, and there were two whiskers on his lips, which made people feel a little funny.

After listening to Qiu Ping's self-introduction, Jing Xinghuai was even more respectful.

All gods can dream, but there is a rule for dreaming, that is, you must not be able to transcend the rank.

Ordinary gods do not have this convenience. They will never enter the heavenly realm once in their lifetime, and their fantasies about the heavenly realm can only be the emperor's golden hoe.

In just a moment, a stimulating smell mixed with herbs and fishy smell came into his mouth, making his brain much more transparent.

The information obtained from Jing Xinghuai made him know some of the true appearance of this world.

Seeing that he was swallowing hard, Qiu Ping poured him a glass of well water.

It’s not that Qiu Ping is stingy, but he is really worried that mortals cannot hold on to this great tonic when eating fish food in heaven.

Jing Xinghuai quickly came back to his senses and looked at the place where the sound came.

Poetry and prose can spread his reputation in ancient wells more widely and are of great benefit to stabilizing his throne.

He took great pains to meet this time.

However, Qiu Ping transformed into the scenery of heaven, and his majesty was even more majestic.

"Scholar, you eat it, you don't have to be polite." Qiu Ping took the lead and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

On the table, there was a plate containing seven or eight irregular objects close to spherical shapes. It was not like pills, nor was it like pills, nor was it like candies.

"I was appointed as the well god of Huangao Village for some... cough cough... special reasons. Today I heard that you, scholar, wrote poems in ancient wells, and specially summoned me to meet you." Qiu Ping said with a back hand and said in an old-fashioned manner.

"The villain Jing Xinghuai has seen the honorable god." Jing Xinghuai hurried up to see the ceremony.

"I am in the body of a mortal body, this thing is really unlucky to be saved..." Jing Xinghuai barely smiled, gritted his teeth and mixed saliva and swallowed the residue, and felt like he was in a state of turmoil.

He usually doesn’t even have people to talk, and his understanding of the world is really limited.

He has always been talented in poetry, but he can't even read a word at this moment.

Fortunately, Qiu Ping was mentally prepared and was not too entangled.

For example, if Qiu Ping is a little god from the ninth grade, if you become a city god or a dragon king, you will be arbitrage.

Although the name of the God of Well sounds a bit less visible, I didn’t listen to the God of God. The other party was the God of Well for special reasons.

This well water is nourished by his [Nectar Dew] clergy, sweet and cool, which makes Jing Xinghuai much more comfortable.

I guess he was originally a god in heaven, but because of what happened, he was demoted to the world?

Jing Xinghuai also read some articles on gods and ghosts in daily life. The protagonists in them are often the reincarnation of gods and immortals in the sky and go to the human world to experience disasters.

"Oh... the villain listened carefully."

Jing Xinghuai had just poured a stomach full of water, and it was clattering and feeling a little uncomfortable. But when he saw Qiu Ping's appearance of being talkative, he couldn't help interrupting, so he had to bite the bullet and continue listening.

"This vast world is infinite and vast, and naturally gave birth to countless countries. Due to the differences in habitual style and environment, countless political systems and national types have also been derived... "

Qiu Ping cleared his throat and started talking nonsense based on some fragmented knowledge he had obtained on the Internet in his previous life.

(End of this chapter)
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