I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 422 It turns out that Qiu Ping is already so powerful

Qiuping wandered around and returned to Bashui,

Although the Imperial Capital still looks calm, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is an undercurrent surging now.

The Cao Movement was turbulent, causing prices in the imperial capital to skyrocket. It is said that all the Gongun princes discussed asking the champion to suppress the bandits.

However, the champion was good at bowing and horsemanship. If he went to command the navy, he might not be able to do what he wanted.

Because the transmission of news among the people is lagging behind, the imperial court still does not know that the banditry has subsided.

But this had nothing to do with Qiu Ping. He made a big fuss outside and then left quietly.

"Lord Hebo, Nie Xiangtao, a colleague of Xunshui, went to the Chenghuang Yamen to complain. He said that your lord had done something wrong during the water transportation, which caused resentment and turmoil in the waterway."

As soon as Qiu Ping came back, Du Yu came to see him.

As the head of the Ministry of Personnel, Du Yu is the most sensitive to these matters.

"Oh, I know about this."

"Nie Xiangtao went out to complain. Did you ask for leave from me?"

Qiu Ping didn't care, found a piece of fruit from the scale space, and ate it.

"Um...not really."

Du Yu was stunned. How could anyone sue his boss and ask for leave?

"Then remove him and accuse him of neglecting his duties."

Qiu Ping said casually.

"Our yamen does not have the power to remove officials of the sixth grade."

Du Yu shook his head. If all the colleagues in Caohe could be dismissed by Bashui Hebo, they would never dare to be so arrogant.

"That's it, then give him a very bad quarterly evaluation and write all bad things on it. We will do this every quarter in the future."

Qiu Ping seemed to have remembered this matter and continued to deal with Du Yu.

Although you can't kick Nie Xiangtao directly, you can still disgust him.

"……Yes."

Du Yu was so disturbed by Qiu Ping's temper that this officialdom seemed like a joke.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

Qiu Ping was going to find a place to fish. He was exhausted these days. Now that his resentment was resolved, he could sleep peacefully for a while.

"Um... the Capital City God's Yamen has recently received countless documents to impeach you. You'd better deal with them carefully these days. Those imperial emissaries and spiritual officials don't have much to do every day, and they are looking for trouble everywhere."

Du Yu didn't have anything extra to do, he just gave a few more instructions.

Now that he is bound to Qiu Ping, he just wants to prevent He Bo from collapse too early.

Qiu Ping waved his hand, indicating that he understood.

Du Yu felt helpless, but seeing Qiu Ping's lazy and unsentimental look, he bowed, got up and left.

Qiu Ping swayed and hid in a secluded space, sleeping in total darkness.

……

"Old Master, I can't do this job. But you don't know that the thirteen rivers are filled with the aura of disaster. We are the ghosts of the gods, so we have to be restrained by it."

"If I stay any longer, I'm afraid my spirit will be in chaos."

In a series of houses somewhere in the underworld of the Imperial Capital, Nie Xiangtao knelt on the ground and saluted a slender old man with a white beard and hair hanging loosely on his shoulders.

"How come we are so estranged from Xiao Shui'er after not seeing each other for several years?"

The old man looked at Nie Xiangtao with a smile, which made people couldn't help but relax.

Nie Xiangtao's name contains the radical "water", and he died near the water that year. Familiar elders called his feet "Xiao Shuier".

Nie Xiangtao felt warm in his heart when he heard the old master calling him by his name.

"I went to King Minngling to complain, but I was not received, and even the paperwork was not approved."

"King Mingling, why do you prefer this son so much?"

Nie Xiangtao felt unhappy in his heart. They were all old people in the Shinto religion, but they were treated so unfairly by King Mingling. It was normal for him to feel unbalanced.

"Be careful!"

The old man knocked the dragon-headed crutch in his hand on the ground. Although it showed that the King of Spirits had a big belly and would not mind such complaints, the people below him needed to ensure their respect for King Mingling.

Nie Xiangtao also knew that he had made a mistake, so he stopped talking.

"The reason why King Mingling values ​​Qiu Ping so much is because he needs to use him as a sword to compete with all the races in the world. If you have this ability, King Mingling will also favor you."

The old man asked Nie Xiangtao to stand up and spoke slowly.

Nie Xiangtao continued to be silent. Although he was unwilling to admit it, Qiu Ping's talent was undoubtedly the number one in Shinto.

It is rumored that he only practiced for a few years and soared from the bottom to the realm of immortals.

And it is said that the strength is the best among the immortals.

To put it bluntly, without the constraints of Shinto, an ordinary [Yuan Shen] like him is not even qualified to be looked at twice, and can be killed with just his hand.

"In the near future, a new [Re-ordering of the Immortal Book] meeting will be held in the Imperial Capital. At that time, geniuses below the Golden Immortal level from all races in the world will gather here to fight with each other and improve their rankings in the Immortal Book. "

"Qiu Ping is the Son of God sent by Shinto this time."

The old man said slowly, and Nie Xiangtao's face showed a hint of shock.

He is only in the Yuanshen realm and is far away from being an immortal, but he has also heard of the name of the [Immortal Register]. According to legend, all heavenly immortals and ordinary immortals below the Golden Immortal are included in the register.

The geniuses of all races in the world are fighting each other. What a magnificent scene it is.

He is a militant himself, and just imagining it makes his blood boil and he can't control himself.

"This Qiu Ping has just become an immortal, why can he take action as the Son of God?"

Nie Xiangtao felt unhappy. After all, he looked particularly small in comparison.

"hey-hey."

The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Nie Xiangtao.

Just when he was at a loss, he heard a sigh coming from the other side.

"Qiu Ping, on the day he became an immortal, he was ranked second in the Immortal Book for the first time since the beginning of the world. He was far inferior to the former number one genius Li Ruoyu."

The words from the old man's mouth made Nie Xiangtao feel horrified in his heart.

In this world, although they rarely see immortals, there are definitely a lot of immortals, perhaps even more than Yuanshen.

Because immortals will not die, as long as there is no calamity of the era, immortals will almost coexist with the world.

And almost every hundred years, a group of Yuanshen can become immortals.

Accumulated through the ages, the number of immortals and immortals has definitely reached a terrifying level.

And Qiu Ping was able to become the second in the Immortal Book when he first became an immortal. This meant that even those old monsters on the Immortal Book were no match for him as long as they suppressed their realm to be equal to him.

Nie Xiangtao suddenly felt a little desperate in his heart. If he were in the position of King Minngling, he would never punish such a great genius.

He even felt regretful. If he had known these things earlier, he would definitely not have been his enemy.

I don’t know if there is any chance to remedy the situation now. "You don't have to be discouraged. Geniuses like this have been rare throughout history. All you have to do is compare yourself with those around you."

The old man comforted Nie Xiangtao with a few words. Anyone who competes with Qiu Ping in practice will be severely affected.

Nie Xiangtao thought this was a sincere attempt to comfort him and nodded.

"This [Re-Order of the Immortal Book] is not only a grand gathering for the geniuses of all races, but also an opportunity for you and others. I asked King Minngling to ask for a job for you. I will be the inspector of the conference and be responsible for inspections. Security errand.”

"If you do well, you can easily get promoted to half a level."

"Don't you think that this colleague is not doing well? He just took advantage of this opportunity to serve as a local official. Being able to serve as a water officer in a local government is also a leisurely experience."

The old man patted Nie Xiangtao's shoulder and said.

"Thank you, Master!"

Nie Xiangtao felt excited in his heart and was extremely grateful to the old man.Although the ratio of water officials in Yifu is only half a level higher now, it is definitely happier than the frightened water transportation every day.

Moreover, he had already stepped into [Yuan Shen], and he just took this opportunity to practice some cultivation and improve his strength.

After many thanks, he was sent away.

"This is truly a grand event."

The old man looked at Nie Xiangtao's back, as if there was a bottomless lake hidden in his eyes.

……

Jing Xinghuai walked out of the palace gate with small steps. The huge imperial city was behind him, and the midday sun enveloped him, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

Beside him were all the ministers who had just left the court.

But not many people greeted him, and some even walked past him and gave him a cold look.

Maybe this is the sadness of being a lonely minister.

He did not join any faction in the court, but just like his teacher back then, he was only loyal to the emperor.

Although the emperor repeatedly showed favor to him, he also turned him into a sword.

A sharp-edged knife that could kill someone at any time.

If a knife interferes too much with other people in the court, the emperor should be worried about it.

"grown ups."

Not long after he walked, a one-armed young man came up to him.

The young man's face was still a little pale, but his back was still and he looked like a green pine.

"Chengqing, your injury is not healed yet, so you don't need to come to pick me up in person. The emperor has added a banner of guards to me, so you'd better recuperate."

Jing Xinghuai took a few steps forward and whispered.

"Even if it's a personal soldier gifted by the Emperor, I wouldn't trust him." The young man shook his head.

He is a master of martial arts. Although his arm was broken, the injury was no longer serious.

Jing Xinghuai naturally understood what the young man meant. Now that the world is at peace, the Imperial Capital has been stable for hundreds of years, and all the soldiers in the Beijing Camp and the Five Cities Military and Horse Division are descendants of the Imperial Capital.

How many of these people have been infiltrated long ago is unknown.

Even the emperor is powerless to deal with these things.

Otherwise, there would be no such thing as openly attacking and killing court officials in the imperial capital at this moment. This is simply unheard of.

"Let's go. I have received the imperial edict and am going to Qingzhou to rectify the water transportation."

Jing Xinghuai sighed and got into the carriage parked on one side.

After he sat firmly, the young man shook the reins and drove away quickly.

Many court officials looked at his carriage with cold eyes.

This water transport is related to the livelihood of countless people.Not to mention the distance, the Bashui Wharf where the Thirteen Cao Rivers meet is now almost a town, with 20 people making a living here.

In addition to the merchant ships, trackers, and coolies that came and went, there were also warehouses, shops, and even hooks that were born on this basis. Hundreds of thousands or even millions of silver were flowing every day.

If we continue to travel along the Cao River to the various states, there are also Chaoguan Wharfs in various places. The imperial capital and the local governments are colluding with each other, and the interests and power involved are too great.

I don’t know how many people have been bound to this place for a long time.

Now that a flaw has just been revealed, the emperor can't wait to take action to rectify it.

They disagree!
Everyone cannot agree!
Since no one agrees, the only option is to ask Jing Xinghuai to die.

A person who was assassinated in the imperial capital would soon die without a burial place once he left the protection of the imperial power.

Jing Xinghuai hurried back to the mansion he rented in the Imperial Capital, packed some things at random, and then went to the Zhenfu Department to mobilize a group of elites to protect him.

How could he not know the danger of this trip, but he had to make it.

Otherwise, his emperor's sword would not be able to hurt anyone.

"Sir, I have contacted my master. Two of my uncles will meet us at the Bashui Pier. Both of them are Class A warriors. Even if they are assassinated again, they will have ways to deal with it."

The young man looked at the fifty emperor's soldiers following the carriage and whispered.

There are only 50 people in one banner.However, the strength of the emperor's personal soldiers in the Zhenfu Division is all at level C, which is roughly equal to the monsters in the [ancestral aperture] realm.

With so many people cooperating in the battle formation, their strength is not weak.

However, what they really prepared was the strength of the sect behind this young man.

Two A-level martial arts masters are equivalent to two Yuanshen. Looking at the world, they are the best masters second only to the Martial Saint.

"drive!"

As the young man flicked the reins, the carriage sped away.

Although the fifty soldiers of the emperor were on foot, their speed was not slow at all, and they followed closely.

And not far away, in the splendid and splendid Bliss Tower, which was [-] stories high, a young man with a handsome face dressed in white took in all of this.

"The emperor sent someone to beg me, hoping that I would protect this person."

"It's a joke. No matter how difficult it is for this boy, he can only encounter some Class A warriors. I don't need my help. Just lead a team of [Shadows] to protect him."

If Qiu Ping comes again, he will certainly be able to recognize that the young man in front of him is Chu Jifeng who invited them to eat and drink last time.

One of the three martial saints of Daqian, Chu Jifeng.

"Close the windows, play music and dance."

Chu Jifeng drank the wine in one gulp, as if he was in a state of inebriation. The middle-aged man standing next to him, who looked like an outsider, disappeared at some point.

When they reach the realm of martial saints, they will never take action unless they encounter a battle to destroy the country.

A life-and-death crisis like Jing Xinghuai's is nothing more than a trivial matter in his eyes.

However, the emperor actually approached him. On the one hand, it showed that the emperor valued this person. On the other hand, it showed that the situation facing the Daqian Dynasty was not optimistic.

The entire dynasty was complicated and complicated, with countless forces entrenched in intricate connections, and even the imperial power found it difficult to reach many places.

The two maids closed the windows of the Paradise Building, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed, but the candles burned brighter.

"Jing Xinghuai is out of town!"

And almost at the same time, there were countless undercurrents surging throughout the Imperial Capital.

(End of this chapter)