Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

The river tide surged, splashing white foam on the reef.

Liang Qu sat on the bluestone slab, his muscles were clearly defined by the rain, and his naked upper body was steaming.

He stretched out his hand and brushed his wet black hair back neatly, and tossed the scroll in his hand calmly.

Wei Shao's mind seemed to explode, and a cold venomous snake crawled over his entire spine, hissing and spitting out its core.

He stood unsteadily, took a few steps back, looked around, and the sneer in the wind and rain was infinitely amplified in his ears.

The world was spinning.

The thunder seal of three thousand four hundred taels...

How is it possible?

Why is it faster than me?

Treasure fish...

The red skin of the red blood perch pulled away Wei Shao's spine, and the long hair wet by the rain stuck to his face, and the water dripped down his chin.

He leaned on his thighs with both hands, staring, gasping for breath, like a dehydrated fish.

A hand climbed up his shoulder and patted it gently.

"The martial artist of Hebo, you still need to practice duckling more, after all, it is your specialty.

But compared to others, you are not too bad, barely up to the standard.

Come to work for us, as long as you are willing to come, I will pay for you a bottle of Qi-recovering pills out of my own pocket, what do you think, Lord Shao?"

Qi-recovering pills worth a small merit!

Wei Shao's eyes twitched, as if something was jumping under the skin, and his five fingers deeply grasped the kneecap, and the joints were glowing with a bluish-white light.

Wei Shao did not answer.

Liang Qu was not annoyed, he was not as wealthy as others, he could not take out ham sausage to tease the dog, only dry rice, it was normal that he did not react.

After saying that, he carried the fish basket and went to the direction of the crowd, and the faint skylight coated a layer of gray halo around his back.

The figure behind him was always drooping, bathing in the heavy rain.

The sky and the earth were dark blue, and the rain was pouring.

…

Compared to the loneliness of Wei Shao and others, Xu Yuelong and Yang Dongxiong were much more lively, and they all congratulated Liang Qu.

Liang Qu kept bowing and salutation, saying that they were all colleagues.

As an official of the Hebo Office, he should be diligent in his job. Swimming is a vital basic ability, and he is just doing his duty.

He spoke more and more fluently.

"Good boy, good boy, I have seen so many people, you are the best at swimming! There is no problem in joining the Hebo Office."

Xu Yuelong patted Liang Qu on the shoulder and laughed.

Even though Wei Lin did not show any emotion, he knew that the other party must be very upset!

He lost the competition with a big realm difference!

If it was the Demon Hunting Department and the Three Laws Department, it would be excusable. The main tasks are not on the water, and they rarely practice the corresponding skills.

What is the Hebo Office?

Who can work there without water skills?

Losing the competition is really embarrassing.

This is why Liang Qu wants to compete with Fushui, a naked conspiracy.

As an advantageous project, if he doesn't compete, it will not only be embarrassing for Wei Shao himself who is one level higher.

Comparing, it is exactly what Liang Qu wants.

"In the performance evaluation at the end of the year, Ah Shui should be the first, and there will be a reward at that time. If he is really outstanding, he may have a great merit."

Perhaps because of his outstanding performance today, Xu Yuelong called Liang Qu by his nickname, which seemed more intimate.

"It's all because of Brother Yuelong's care."

Liang Qu clasped his fists and thanked him.

As the saying goes, even if there is no merit, there is hard work.

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No matter how many small merits you have, they cannot be exchanged for great merits, but in fact, it is not so absolute.

In the annual year-end evaluation, the first place among the officials ranked according to their performance will have additional rewards, and if they are very outstanding, they can be recorded as great merits.

So in a sense, accumulating a lot of small merits is not completely impossible to "exchange" for great merits.

Liang Qu's achievements are not as good as Xiang Fangsu, Ran Zhongshi and others.

They rushed to the front line of Daze and took the heads of the Ghost Mother Sect to gain merit. It is said that they killed two members of the sect some time ago, which is much more meritorious than killing monsters.

But the assessment is to compare officials of the same place and the same level.

Liang Qu currently has more than 200 minor merits and two major merits. He is the best among the eight-rank officials and is a sure winner.

If he works harder, it is not impossible to get a major merit at the end of the year.

After a lively period, Liang Qu said goodbye to Xu Yuelong and Yang Dongxiong and hurried to Qianchi Mountain of Tianbo Chamber of Commerce.

On the way, he took the scroll in his hand and looked at it carefully.

There was sealing wax at the opening of the scroll, and two vertical and two horizontal lines were engraved on it with gilded gold, forming a well shape, which means that the thunder seal method is a medium-level martial art.

It doesn't sound very high-end at first glance.

Liang Qu's Qinglong spear is only a superior martial art in the first three moves, and the falling star arrow is a medium-level one. It can be extended to the superior moon-chasing arrow and sun-piercing arrow.

Actually, it is not calculated that way.

As a martial art with the characteristics of all things, the medium-level is already quite good.

In Fengbu County next to it, there may be a "bloody storm" of open and secret struggles around this martial art.

Liang Qu is standing on the shoulders of giants, and what he learned is the good things accumulated by Yang Dongxiong in his decades of military career and lifelong struggle.

It is true that superior martial arts are much more difficult to learn than medium and lower levels, but many people are eager for this "difficulty".

For the "wild" horse-running martial artist who has no tiger hunting master, the martial arts that can be used are basically in the lower level three levels, and occasionally there is a medium level that is a very good killer.

Wolf smoke is one level higher than the horse-running, mainly medium level, and occasionally superior.

Martial arts are like this, and the martial arts are similar.

This is how the successors crush the unconventional ones.

Not to mention the identification of classics, medicine, and treasures, while others were wasting a lot of time and money to learn martial arts, they could get the skills that ordinary people would never get in their lifetime without spending too much.

The gap of time, money, and energy saved would become difficult to cross.

The current lineage that overthrew Dagan was not a small figure before achieving the great unification.

In the stables of Tianbo Building, the servant swept the water stains on the ground and led the red horse to the front.

"My lord, your horse."

Liang Qu gathered his thoughts, took the reins from the servant, and put on the raincoat given by the Tianbo Chamber of Commerce.

Underwater, it doesn't matter how magical you are.

Outside, you still have to pay attention to the impact and try to be the same as others.

He stuffed the scroll and the glass bottle into the leather interlayer next to the saddle, tied a hemp rope to fix it, and rode home.

Occasionally, the weather is sunny during the plum rain season, and every household will rush to move the quilts and clothes out to dry, but it will basically not exceed half a day.

The last sunny day was five days ago. Several consecutive rains made the road from Pingyang County to Yixing Town muddy, with puddles everywhere.

The slippery ground and puddles did not affect Chishan. As a dragon-blooded horse, it braved the wind and rain, turned into a burning flame under the dim sky, and rushed past.

The fallen leaves were floating in the puddles.

"One, two, three!"

A donkey-drawn cart full of goods fell into the mud and water, and the gray donkey neighed.

Three old men wearing straw raincoats shouted and pushed the wheels hard to try to push the cart out of the mud pit. Their lower bodies were wet by the yellow mud and water, and they shivered in the cold.

Liang Qu pulled the reins to rein in the horse, grabbed one end of the whip and made a loop, bent down to put the loop, and pulled the cart out of the mud pit with his arms bent.

The three of them thanked him repeatedly, and one of them took off his hat and bowed in the rain. Liang Qu nodded slightly and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a malicious needle piercing his forehead.

This is...

He pulled the reins hard, and Chishan's long neck was violently bent. The whole horse body fell down uncontrollably like an open bow arm!

The old man in the rain threw his hat away in an instant, and a long-accumulated sword light tore the hat in the air, breaking it into bamboo strips, and cut down several giant trees in succession, but it just brushed past the fallen Chishan.

"What a good body of flesh and blood!"