I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 35
Qiu Ping felt like a boat in the wind and rain, no, not like a boat in the wind and rain that was on the verge of capsizing.

There is no such thing as playing with people. Why did Shen Changyang's broken poems cause such a big stir? Could it be that he has not kept up with the times?
"Crack."

A crisp sound of cracking came into Qiu Ping's heart, and he groaned inwardly. There was an astonishing crack in the hull of the boat, and a turbulent water flowed in.

During the washing of the water, the laws he had previously comprehended tended to become blurred.

On top of these thousands of miles of blue waves, the gods can greatly increase the speed of comprehension of the law with the help of Juzi Wenqi.But in the same way, if the ship collapses midway, the mind will also be blinded and the realm will retreat.

But right now, what Qiu Ping was most worried about happened.

Another huge wave came, and he was no longer able to use the rules to build a boat, and he was about to fall into the water.

"It's over, my fame in this life has really been lost to my grandma's house." He secretly sighed in his heart. After so many years, he is probably the only god who fell into the water.

No matter how small the boat is, other people can survive until the end.

Just when he was about to fall into the water, a huge amount of information suddenly appeared in his brain out of thin air, as if someone had inserted a data cable into his body, transmitting all the mysterious laws into his brain.

He looked at this world again, and everything around him was crazily taking off the disguise, showing him the most fundamental, deepest, and most original mystery.

He even had a feeling that as long as he hooked his hand lightly, he could mobilize the vast power of heaven and earth, move mountains and seas, and call wind and rain.

His brain also suddenly evolved from a paramecium level to an erect ape, and the information that was originally difficult to understand suddenly became clear.

"Kakkaka."

In the sea water under his feet, everything seemed to be reversed in time. The black-covered boat re-condensed and carried the two of them again.

Qiu Ping stared blankly at the boat under his feet. Although the appearance was exactly the same as the one he had condensed before, he always felt in his heart that its essence had changed.

Because on his dragon tail, there are actually nine dao lines, which are the limit that can be condensed by the gods who enter the mountains and rivers.

How could the boat outlined by the nine stripes be an ordinary boat?
"But... what's going on here? How did I suddenly become so powerful?" Qiu Ping was dumbfounded, his mind went blank, but his control over this world was real, and countless mysteries flowed in his heart , linking with heaven and earth all the time.

Shen Changyang seemed unaware of the danger just now, and continued to recite all kinds of improvised broken poems.

In fact, if one ignores the verses that come out of his mouth, and only looks at his present appearance, holding a jade flute, standing alone on the vast blue waves, one really thinks that he is an exiled immortal, a son of troubled times.

"Hula."

Accompanied by his chanting, a strong wind blew up out of thin air all around, agitating the sails of the black-covered boat, and pushing the flowing water under the boat, making it fly across the water like a black arrow.

Because the Wupeng boat has been greatly strengthened at this moment, even if the wind is strong and the waves are strong, it cannot be shaken at all.

In just an instant, a small boat surpassed the other boats and ranked first among the crowd.

The gods on the other boats looked at the black horse, and immediately urged the law with all their strength, trying to catch up, but they could only watch helplessly as the black-covered boat went further and further away like a loach.

"It can be regarded as the end of the busy work." Outside the Shanhe Pool, Long Jun quietly wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead.

But his psychological journey just now was far more exciting than that of Qiu Ping.

If he hadn't temporarily grafted his understanding of the world onto that little loach in time, Lord Changyang might have capsized and fell into the sea.

Although the other party is sure to be fine, such an embarrassing behavior by him is tantamount to provocation.

Thinking of the fiery temper of the Leibu gods, he shuddered.

But then again, this little loach's aptitude is too bad, he must be very careful to control his output, so as not to overwhelm the opponent's brain with too much information.

……

"This... this is too fast!" Qiu Ping almost couldn't open his eyes. The boat under him could no longer be said to be crossing the sea, but was flying close to the surface of the sea!

The other ships have been left so far behind that they can't even see a shadow.

Shen Changyang is still writing poetry very seriously, um, writing is still very shit.

But the wind is getting stronger and stronger, it seems that the worse he writes, the stronger the wind that echoes him.

Qiu Ping has seriously begun to doubt Long Jun's aesthetics, how such a poem caused such a violent storm.

"Hey, it's also possible that Shanhechi has a bug. I just hope that Lord Long won't think we're cheating." He sighed in his heart. Now it's not only Shen Changyang who is abnormal, but also the awning under him. The nine stripes on the boat and its tail can't be explained at all.

He didn't think he was a genius.

When he was studying in his previous life, he was like a middle-aged man, and he had to understand the questions that others could learn at a glance.

This life is similar, and his speed of analyzing the laws can only be ranked in the middle and bottom among the hundred gods.

"Forget it, take one step at a time."

The faster the speed of the awning boat and the closer it was to the finish line, the more anxious he became, not knowing what would be waiting for him.

"Shh."

The awning boat passed an invisible boundary, and the boat disappeared silently. Qiu Ping and Shen Changyang stood on the waves out of thin air, and the tortoise leader Shi had already been waiting here.

"Congratulations to the two of you, congratulations to the two of you, you won the first place in this human-god race." Gui Changshi kept clapping his hands at the two of them, with an extremely bright smile on his old face.

Qiu Ping even sensed a bit of... flattery from the other party's smile.

Illusion, must be illusion.He is a seventh-rank god, so he will not flatter him, a little water god, and a Juren who is ranked last.

"Oh? Then what's the reward for our No.1?" Qiu Ping was too guilty to speak, but Shen Changyang smiled and asked calmly.

"The reward for No. 1 is to choose a treasure from the Dragon King's treasury, and each of you can get one." Gui Changshi hurriedly replied.

He feels a little bit sorry for Lord Long, if it's someone else, it's fine, he may not be able to recognize any real treasure.But Mr. Changyang, as a great god of the heavens, has never seen anything good, so he will definitely take the best for you.

But what can be done?People really don't necessarily like your three melons and two dates, but they also think highly of you when you play the autumn wind.

Think of it as a relationship with the gods in the sky.

Qiu Ping didn't notice the abnormality of Gui Changshi. He had never participated in the human-god race before, so he thought it was such a reward every time.

　Thank you Mingming saw you, Fear Sheluo, book friend 20210608014923712 for your reward

　　
　
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