I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 402 How about you ride me? (Two chapters in one)

"Snapped."

The little loach was eating melons and watching a show, but suddenly the bamboo raft sank and was splashed with water.

The young man holding the knife stood on the bamboo raft, holding the knife in one hand and holding Jing Xinghuai tightly with the other.

He seemed to have a blind eye in the back of his head. He suddenly turned around and struck out with his sword. The brilliant sword energy turned into a shadow, almost cutting off Taotao's Ba Shui.

The first man in black was chopped into two pieces in mid-air, and his body soon turned red in the river.

The bamboo raft under them also shot out like a sharp arrow under an inexplicable force.

"Wow, he's so handsome."

Qiu Ping's heart was filled with excitement. When he was young, who didn't have the dream of becoming a hero in the martial arts world?

My own [Thread-Thread Heavenly Sword] is powerful, but it is invisible and has no quality. It only appears as a black line when it hurts someone, which is not cool at all.

The bamboo raft was moving forward at high speed. If Jing Xinghuai hadn't been supported by the young man, he would have been unable to stand still.

He is just a pure civil servant, without any force at all.

It's just that he didn't expect that those people were so crazy that they would directly overturn the table and use this most bottomless method to attack his enemy.

But from this we can also know that his move must have really hurt that group of people.

"Master Jing, I'll take you home first."

"No, go to the Imperial City."

Seeing the bamboo raft reaching the shore, Jing Xinghuai said calmly.

It is not safe for him to go home now. He is just a civil servant and has only a few servants at home. If these people are determined to kill him, they will play into their hands.

And the Imperial City is garrisoned by soldiers from the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, so those people will definitely not dare to mess around.

The young man holding the knife nodded. When he was less than ten feet away from the shore, he suddenly grabbed Jing Xinghuai's arm and jumped up.

"Chong."

But in an instant, a clear and crisp sound of swords came.

On a painting boat not far away, a sharp sword energy appeared and fell across the sky.

"The sword is in the soul, he is a Grade A master!"

The young man was shocked. This group of people was so willing to spend money and even sent out Grade A masters. Aren't they afraid that the Martial Saint of the Imperial Capital would take action and let them die without a burial place?
The so-called Grade A refers to the masters of [Military and Martial Arts] who are at the same level as Ruo Yuan Shen, Grade B refers to the Holy Fetus, and Grade Bing and Ding go down in order.

"Come on."

A hint of determination suddenly flashed in the young man's eyes. He turned around suddenly, energy and blood burst out from his body, and pushed Jing Xinghuai towards the shore. Then he swung his long knife and attacked the man.

He must use his own life to buy time for Jing Xinghuai.

Lord Jing, you can’t die!
"I said, as noble as it is to be an official, isn't the life of us ordinary people also life?"

The young man was about to rush forward and fight for his life, but suddenly someone grabbed his sleeve.

Next to him, a slightly innocent voice came.

Under this tug, the young man actually sat down on the ground uncontrollably, as if he was being suppressed by a mountain.

The sharp sword light arrived in a blink of an eye, but only the ordinary-looking child on the boat was seen, as if playing, he flicked his finger on the sword light and defeated the entire sword light.

The young man's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

"I am just traveling in Bashui, and someone is using force to commit murder. It is really unreasonable!"

Qiu Ping stretched out his hand and grabbed it. On the boat in the distance, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face but a sword hanging from his waist was uncontrollably sucked in.

"thump."

When he was about to approach the bamboo raft, the attractive force suddenly disappeared, causing him to fall directly into the water, extremely embarrassed.

"According to Daqian law, how should murderers be dealt with?"

Qiu Ping looked at the young man and asked.

The young man did not answer. His eyes fell on the child, but he could not see any flaws in him.

The opponent seems to be connected with the whole world, and with every move, he can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

Even a martial saint cannot have such power.

There is only one possibility. The child in front of him is a rumored cultivator of immortality, and he may not even be said to have become an immortal.

"You tell me?"

A force picked up the middle-aged man in the water, and the man was suspended in mid-air.

His originally condensed will was as weak as a boat that was about to capsize at any time in the night before this force as deep as the ocean.

"Are the lives of ordinary people so worthless in front of you?"

Qiu Ping asked softly.

What he saw and heard today made him lose confidence in the human court and this divine way.

It seems that everyone has their own grand plans and great ambitions, but in their eyes, each living life is just a number, an object that can be sacrificed at any time.

"I am..."

"Thorn."

A faint black line crossed the middle-aged man's neck. The man's face still had a frightened expression, but he was no longer breathing.

"Although my sword skills are not as good as yours, it seems... a little more powerful."

Qiu Ping turned around and showed his big white teeth at the young man.

"Qiu Ping..."

Gu Xiaowan looked at Qiu Ping's condition and felt something was wrong with him.

This is the Imperial Capital, the headquarters of Shinto. Killing an ordinary person here would be very troublesome.

That's right, in the eyes of practitioners, these [martial arts] masters are just ordinary people.

"Cut off one of your own arms, and then you can go away."

Qiu Ping looked down at the young man and said softly.

The young man jumped onto the bamboo raft with Jing Xinghuai, but when the sword energy attacked, he only focused on sending Jing Xinghuai away.

Qiu Ping could appreciate his righteousness as a loyal savior, but if there were only a group of ordinary people standing on the bamboo raft, then at this moment, these ordinary people would be buried with him.

"This senior..."

Jing Xinghuai, who was standing on the shore, saw the sudden change in front of him and felt that he needed to say something.

"Shut your mouth, or I'll kill you too."

Qiu Ping glared at Jing Xinghuai, and then a line of sky knives fell, cutting a gap of dozens of feet long and unknown how deep into the stone slabs on the shore.

And that gap was right next to Jing Xinghuai's feet. If it was just a little higher, he would be dead.

"I did something wrong this time, and I am willing to be punished."

A look of cruelty flashed across the face of the young man holding the knife. He raised the knife with his right hand and was about to cut off his arm.

"and many more."

Just when he was about to take action, he was stopped by Qiu Ping.

The young man felt a little relieved, thinking that he was going to change his mind.

"Cut off the right hand."

Qiu Ping said slowly.The young man's face suddenly turned pale. His sword skills were all in his right hand. If his right hand was broken, he would be really useless.

But when he saw the child in front of him looking him up and down, his heart trembled, he raised the knife with his left hand and suddenly cut off his right hand.

Blood spurted out, but after all, he was physically strong and quickly stopped the bleeding.

"get out."

Qiu Ping didn't even look at him, and felt that everything was dull.

The young man said nothing, picked up his arm, bit the long knife, and jumped onto the shore.

"Qiu Ping, is this really going to be okay?"

Although Gu Xiaowan usually makes a fuss, she knows the seriousness of the matter better than Qiu Ping.

"If anything happens, the worst thing is that I will be beaten to the end. Whether your Wuji Star Palace accepts people, I will make you a guardian spirit beast. Or if your ancestor is short of mounts, I can also fly with people."

Qiu Ping said nonchalantly.

If Shinto is this virtue, even if he is guarding this iron rice bowl, he still feels unclean.

"Ah...really? But I can't contact my parents now. But you are so powerful, they will definitely take you in as long as they are not blind. But do you really want to be a mount? The founder doesn't know where to cultivate now , how about you make me a mount first?"

Gu Xiaowan really thought about it seriously.

It would be very cool if I could ride such a powerful loach out in the future.

Of course, if this loach is really willing to follow her, she can even let him ride her.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Qiu Ping laughed, but the gloom in his heart was relieved a little.

Just as the two were chatting, the sky suddenly became gloomy.

Fog rose all around, and the sound of soldiers and horses neighing constantly came to my ears.

Qiu Ping looked up and saw that there were all Yin soldiers in the sky and on the ground.They each wore black armor and held long spears, and surrounded the place.

"It came very quickly. I thought there was no Shinto in this imperial capital. There are still many Yin soldiers."

Qiu Ping looked at these people and smiled slightly.

Gu Xiaowan silently took out the bronze cannon and held it in his hands.

If things couldn't go better today, she would accompany Little Loach to fight out.

What kind of bird official is this? It’s okay not to do it.

Above the sky, rows of Yin soldiers dispersed, and a priest dressed in black robes and even his face walked over.

Qiu Ping was slightly startled when he saw the person.

It turned out to be Lord Black.

Qiu Ping has a good impression of True Lord Hei. Although he has a bit of a sullen personality, he has helped him many times in the starry sky.

But I didn't expect that the two of them had only been apart for a few days, but they were actually on opposite sides.

True Lord Hei looked down at Qiu Ping from a high place, his expression as hard as iron, and his eyes filled with indifference.

He was an existence of the Golden Immortal level. Even if he didn't take action, Qiu Ping felt terrible pressure.

Qiu Ping subconsciously wanted to use the Law of Time. His two powers of time and space came out, and he thought he should be able to escape.

However, he still felt a little bitter in his heart.

He never thought that one day he would become enemies with Shinto.

"Qiu Ping, listen to the seal."

Little Loach was about to activate the Law of Time when he suddenly heard four words highlighted in True Lord Hei's mouth.

"Clam?"

Qiu Ping almost thought that he heard wrongly. He had killed people in the Imperial Capital, and Shinto actually wanted to ban him.

"Do not……"

But in his heart, he was disappointed with Shinto, and he didn’t want to hang around here with a title. Anyway, he had already gathered the [Loach Realm]. Even if no one took him in from the Xingkong Immortal Sect, he could still close the door and unite, regardless of winter or summer. With Spring and Autumn.

It is also a beautiful thing to be a free earthly immortal in your own cave.

Before he could say anything to refuse, a terrifying pressure suppressed what he wanted to say, and then Lord Black read it loudly.

"Xingkong summoned envoy Qiu Ping, who was determined to forge ahead, worked hard to open up, and expanded countless territories... Now he is granted the title of Bashui Hebo, in charge of the water affairs of the imperial capital, and also in charge of the Thirteen Cao Rivers, ranking fifth grade."

True Lord Hei read the contents of the decree word for word, then he held the decree high and looked at Qiu Ping.

According to the rules, one must become an immortal to be a fifth-grade god.

Back then, the Yanhu Dragon Lord had unfathomable strength and could only be of the fifth rank.

Qiu Ping has entered the fifth rank, and he is still the fifth rank god of the Imperial Capital. Looking at the world, he is also a great god.

If he is transferred to a local government after a few years of experience, he will immediately take charge of the water affairs of a state. His status will only be lower than that of the state city god, and he will definitely be a feudal official.

Gu Xiaowan was breathing heavily at the side. This Shinto decree was not just an edict. It also contained the great power of Shinto. Even if an ordinary person received the edict, he would immediately be as powerful as an immortal.

Qiu Ping looked at the decree in Lord Hei Zhenjun's hand, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't moved.

but……

"True Lord Qizhen..."

Qiu Ping held up his hand. If he didn't untie the knot in his heart, he would rather wander in the starry sky and be a carefree earthly immortal.

"After receiving the decree, go to the Capital City God's Temple to pay homage to King Minngling."

Lord Hei Zhen threw the decree and turned it into a dark orb, which landed on Qiu Ping's head.

In an instant, the entire Ba River rippled. Qiu Ping's consciousness was instantly connected to the Ba River, and then expanded outwards, connecting the north and south. He could sense six states among the nine states.

After all, although Bashui is not as vast as the Canglang River and Tongtian River, it is the water vein of the Imperial Capital and the hub of thirteen caohe rivers.

The livelihoods of countless people are closely related to it.

The misfortunes and blessings of the creatures involved are simply endless.

When Qiu Ping sensed the rapid growth of his divine power, he also felt the pressure.

Qiu Ping did not comprehend the priest's duties in detail, but the surrounding water and vapor gathered, and a dark cloud rose under his feet, carrying him towards the location of the Capital City God's Temple.

The Capital God's Temple is located on the east side of the Imperial Capital. Its scale is actually not too large. Compared with the square Imperial City next to it, it even looks a little shabby.

But even the Emperor will come to worship every year.

If King Ming Ling hadn't allowed large-scale construction, I'm afraid this City God's Temple could have been built like the imperial palace.

Qiu Ping flew to the City God's Temple, his Bahe Shuibo God's position shook slightly, and the void in front of him was rippling like water, and Qiu Ping stepped in.

It was already late at night in the Imperial Capital at this moment, but after crossing this water stream, the front suddenly became bright.

In an instant, he stepped into a strange space.

This space has no sky or earth, but there is an extremely tall and strange building.

To be precise, it was composed of countless buildings, but without any rules. It was as if someone had forcibly combined a large number of buildings together, and this person happened to have no aesthetic sense.

Where you thought your floor was, there was an upside-down house growing underneath. But when you opened the door and thought it was an exit, it turned out to be a long corridor.

If I had to find a description, it would be like the castle in "Howl's Moving Castle" that Qiu Ping had seen in his previous life, except that this one is countless times bigger and more complicated.

"The newly appointed Bahe Shuibo has come to pay homage to King Minngling. I'd like to thank you for your trouble."

(End of this chapter)