I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 291 There are two ponds in front of my house

Once the old ghost had an idea, he wrote smoothly, but he didn't notice that above him, a small black face was looking down from the beam, staring at the old ghost's book with piercing eyes.

"But I saw the crocodile demon king flying out of the water and coming straight to the baggage train. The little loach opened his eyes and saw that it was really a fierce beast: its whole body was as black as raw coal, without a single speck of color, from head to tail, it was hundreds of feet long, screaming and roaring, and it seemed to frighten all directions..."

Qiu Ping looked up out of the window again, only to see a large shadow covering the sky and suppressing him.

A huge black crocodile swooped towards the baggage train with a black mist flying under it, and its whole body was full of evil spirits.

Over the past few days, the entire supply team has almost gotten used to this kind of life, and there are monster kings attacking them every now and then.

Although they couldn't fight, they also knew that the gods enshrined on the ship seemed to be able to fight. Although the process would be more thrilling, they would all be safe and sound in the end.

"Please raise the Grand Master's hand!"

The door of the cabin was pushed open, and the escort of the luggage team this time, that is, the Confucian gentleman walked into the cabin, respectfully burned three sticks of incense in front of Qiu Ping's statue, and begged the gods to help.

He was quite displeased with the practice of asking gods and divination in the current dynasty, and felt that the country should be governed by Confucianism and law.Even at the beginning, he looked up and down at the behavior of placing the god statue in the baggage train, and couldn't see it.

But as the terrifying demons and ghosts appeared one after another along the way, he was directly silenced.

He was even thinking about a question seriously, how could the outside world be so dangerous?How did the outsiders survive until now?
Now that he encounters a crisis, he has developed the habit of coming to rescue soldiers as soon as possible.

Qiu Ping's body flickered, and he appeared in the void. He stretched out his hand, and a space crack as thin as a hair appeared, spreading directly hundreds of feet.

Before the huge crocodile demon king could open his mouth, black lines spread out from his body, and then he was cut in two.

A wisp of illusory soul was about to escape, Qiu Ping stretched out his hand, and the surrounding void turned into an ocean, and he directly gathered it.

A few times the bright moon rises from the chaotic hole, and his spirit is wiped out.

As the crocodile demon king's soul dissipated, Qiu Ping felt a sense of physical and mental relief in the dark, his mind was clear, and the oppressive feeling of being surrounded by disasters all the time also dissipated a bit.

It has been three months since Qiu Ping entered Yuanshen, and he also knows some characteristics of Yuanshen.

In Yuan Body Realm, the most important thing is to accumulate merits and overcome tribulations.Every time a catastrophe is overcome, the whole body will become more refined inside and outside, and the strength will also increase greatly.

And every time a little merit is accumulated, the catastrophe will be resolved a little bit, and even if the catastrophe is imminent, it will not be so difficult to deal with.

In the past few days, Qiu Ping has dealt with too many demon king-level existences, but he has accumulated a lot of merit.

Speaking of which, these demon kings are really embarrassing.

Most of them have no serious inheritance, and basically rely on blood talent, plus some chances and coincidences to barely step into the rank of ancestor god.

This has led to them possessing immortal-level physiques, with pure flesh and blood, long life spans, and even powerful spirits, allowing them to roam freely without restraint.

But it's embarrassing that their potential has reached its limit at this point.

Because they lack sufficient inheritance, they have almost no magical powers, spells, and treasures that should be available at the immortal level.And at their level, they don't have access to the treasures of the realm, and it is difficult to comprehend the way of space.

In the face of Qiu Ping's space attack, they have no countermeasures except to be living targets.

Qiu Ping returned within a breath. After seeing the flaws of these demon kings, it was very easy for him to deal with them again.

"This...is this the end?"

The old ghost stared blankly at the book, in his description, the two smashed into pieces, smashing all the ice in the Nulong River.

But Little Loach's battle ended too quickly, causing the text in his book to change constantly, and the chapters that he had drowsy for a long time suddenly disappeared.

"Every day..."

The old ghost bit his brush and was about to change the plot.

But suddenly, his eyes blurred, and the book in his hand disappeared.

Then he saw that Little Loach was playing with the booklet in his hands.

"Aha, so there is such a fun thing. You didn't tell me last time, so you almost missed it."

Qiu Ping turned the book over and over in his hands, his face was full of surprise.

The old ghost let him read this book before, saying that it was to pass the time, but he didn't expect that there was something mysterious in this book.

"It's just a trail, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

The old ghost didn't panic when he saw he was discovered.This way of weaving fate, if you don't comprehend the laws related to fate and cause and effect, there is absolutely no way for outsiders to write it.

Moreover, if this little loach can really write a book, he will be happy instead.

There are very few inheritors of their line, and he hasn't found a successor until now.

"Old ghost, can you write me better? For example, when I walk two steps, I meet a chance. When a big person sees me, he will feel that my skeleton is surprised. Want to give me a baby?"

Qiu Ping blinked his eyes and looked at the old ghost expectantly.

"Well... of course it's possible."

The old ghost originally wanted to veto it. If there was such a good thing, I would have used it myself. It's your turn?

Destiny weaving also pays attention to the basic law, not that you can write whatever you want.

Reality does not need to pay attention to logic, but fate needs to be weaved. This requires you to constantly sort out the relationship lines and arrange suitable plots for different people according to their different personalities.

Then push fate slightly at a certain node, so that they will be arranged according to your expectations.

If there is a change, it will take extra luck to modify and adjust.

But at the end he changed the subject.

"Really!"

Little Loach's eyes suddenly brightened, and countless gift lists appeared in his head.

At this moment, the old ghost is his humanoid wishing machine!
I want lots and lots of spiritual fruits, lots and lots of shiny treasures, yes, and a huge mud pond, just like the one I met in Mirage back then!
"But...it takes luck to write such a plot. The more luck I get, the more room I can write." The old ghost looked at the little loach and said slowly.

"Then how should luck be obtained?"

Qiu Ping was seriously asking for advice. He felt that the old ghost's supernatural powers were amazing. If he could learn it, wouldn't he be able to do anything?
"Hahaha, the so-called luck is the power of the crowd. The crowd refers to the three talents of heaven, earth and man. Whether it is innate background, or one's own practice, property, and connections, they can all be turned into a part of luck."

"It's like when a person's strength is low, it is difficult to solve the problem, but maybe one day his strength improves or he knows some big people, and the matter will be solved."

"Although luck can't be felt or seen, it does exist."

The old ghost and Qiu Ping explained luck. Although Qiu Ping didn't quite understand it, he had a vague impression.

Generally speaking, luck is divided into three parts.

Heaven, earth and people.

Those who are lucky are innate blessings, which are extremely difficult to change, including a person's background, the level of natural luck, are all related to luck.

Some people are born noble and have outstanding talents, which means they have excellent luck.

The luck of the earth is the rhyme of the family.A person's environment, the family's feng shui and even the family style will determine the level of luck.

As for the fate of people, it is the fate that most people can grasp by themselves.

Examining yourself, clarifying yourself, and taking the initiative to make up for it, or studying, practicing martial arts, spiritual practice, and even making connections are all ways to cultivate your luck.

"Stop, stop, don't talk so many mysterious things, I just want to ask how to get this thing."

Qiu Ping felt a little sleepy after seeing the old ghost talking so much.

"If ordinary people gain luck, they can only work hard to improve their strength. When the strength is high, luck will naturally increase. But luck comes too slowly, and it is bound to one's own practice. If it is lost for nothing, there may be accidents."

"Therefore, in my sect, there is a method of [stealing life], taking the luck of outsiders and using it as ink. As long as the ink continues, you can write fate and cause and effect at will."

The old ghost looked at Qiu Ping and continued.

"Speak the key."

The corner of Qiu Ping's mouth twitched, the old ghost said for a long time that he was not on the point, this comprehension ability is really painful.

"Cough, cough, naturally, I have arranged some plots for the protagonist of the story to damage the luck. As long as the actual situation is consistent with the plot I wrote, I can steal his luck."

"Then let's use his luck as ink, and write whatever we want."

At this moment, the old ghost is like an old silver coin coaxing a child, luring the little loach into the bait bit by bit.

Little Loach's heart beat unsatisfactorily, and the list of gifts appeared in his head again.At that time, it would be better to put spirit fruits in the rotten mud pond, or put spirit mines.

It's really hard to choose, or let him write about two rotten mud ponds, one releasing spiritual fruits and the other releasing spiritual mines.

I even thought about the sentence structure, so I wrote: There are two ponds in front of my house, one is a rotten mud pond, and the other is also a rotten mud pond...

"How about it, is there something wrong?"

The old ghost looked at the little loach, approached him and asked.

"Yes! Very interesting!"

Little Niqiu felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood, wishing he could find someone to take his luck back now.

"Then... then who are you messing with? Do you know any other bad guys here?"

After all, Little Loach still has a moral bottom line, and feels a little bit sorry for taking away the good luck of a good person.

If it's a villain, it doesn't matter.

"Then we definitely can't do good people, what about monks, those monks from Daxue Mountain beat you up last time, do you remember?"

The old ghost spoke uprightly and spoke.

Originally, when Little Niqiu was still thinking about who to cheat, the old ghost had already helped him figure it out.

"That old monk? I can't beat him either."

Qiu Ping scratched his head, last time he was almost subdued by the monk chanting scriptures, the difference in strength between the two was a bit big, Little Niqiu didn't want to tease him anymore.

"Let's not go head-to-head with him. You forgot the elements of luck that I just told you? Your level of strength is luck, and your money and treasures are also luck. If we stole his things, don't you just steal his luck?"

"Let's steal more, and his luck will be weak. One day, steal him until his luck collapses, and he will be devastated, and then let you squeeze him."

The old ghost's words were like the ravings of a devil, and every sentence hit Qiu Ping's heart.

Qiu Ping had already begun to fantasize about the old monk's luck collapsed, he would stumble after taking two steps, he would be in trouble all day long, and his practice would go mad...

Thinking about it this way, it's really cool.

"I'm good at stealing things, but where is Daxue Mountain, and even if I want to steal things now, I can't get in."

The old monk I met last time was at least an Arhat, and the Daxue Mountain is his orthodoxy, so it is not so easy to steal his home.

"Don't be so troublesome, you still remember your mixed hole Mingyue, I will add a random mixed hole teleportation to your supernatural power, and the other side of the mixed hole is directly the Daxue Mountain."

In many environments with complex spaces, there may be hybrid holes with teleportation function.

At the other end of the chaotic hole, there is actually any space randomly appearing.

The old ghost can consume luck to make the random space on the other side the place he wants.

As long as it is a matter of probabilities, he can become 100% here.

"If that's the case...it's really a trick."

Qiu Ping thought in his mind, if Hundong Mingyue can reach the Daxue Mountain directly, he can use the time stop, steal things quickly and run quickly, and then turn off [Hundong Mingyue], no trace will be left!

"It's not that you're clever, it's that you're very clever!"

There was a cunning smile on the old ghost's face. This kid's luck was astonishingly strong. If possible, he would rather steal luck from this little loach.

But every time he had this idea, he would be inexplicably terrified.

This shows that as long as he dares to move the luck of the little loach, he may end up in an extremely tragic end.

"Then wish us success."

The little loach stretched out its claws forward, the old ghost looked at him suspiciously, and then stretched out his hand hesitantly.

"yeah!"

Qiu Ping pushed his paw forward and clapped it with the old ghost's palm.

"Then write it quickly now, and write that the old monk's precious cassock was stolen... Oh, no, it seems that there is no such thing as a cassock in the inheritance of Daxue Mountain, then..."

"Relics! The most important treasure of Daxue Mountain's inheritance is relics. They also have a special relic tower to enshrine the relics of the masters of the past."

Even in the Snowy Mountains, there are very few people who can successfully reincarnate without interruption and survive the mystery of birth.

Many people can't get over it, so they condense their whole body's practice into relics, and their spirits continue to reincarnate.

When one re-enters the practice in one life, he is led to the temple and reintegrated into the relics, so that he can have a sufficiently advanced state in a short period of time.

Every relic represents a part of the heritage of Daxueshan Holy Land.

If the relic is lost, it will naturally be an earth-shattering event in Daxue Mountain.

　Two chapters in one!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)