Daily Intelligence: From Water Snake to Jinghe Dragon King

Chapter 171 The old turtle demon comes seeking help, and the snake demon clings to his leg and offers incense.

The more exhilarating the moment of explosive power, the more severe the backlash will be afterward.

On the way back to Dawan Lake from Jinghe, Liu Qing didn't even have the strength to ride Shui'er alone, so Hong Gu had to carry Liu Qing in her arms.
It was all because Shui'er wasn't steady enough when she was walking on the waves, causing Liu Qing to be tossed around violently. Her body kept leaning backward, then bouncing back, then being tossed back again, and bouncing back once more.

This went on and on, until Hong Gu was so embarrassed and annoyed that her ears turned almost red. She habitually reached out to pinch the soft flesh on Liu Qing's waist.

But when he thought about how this stinky snake was still injured, he could only give up in resentment and let it take advantage of him.

The water, flowing from a stream, suddenly leaped into the deep pool beneath the waterfall. Liu Qing leaned back.
Then he buried his head in the two wads of cotton, took a deep breath, and muttered, "Just let me die."

Back at Da Wan Lake, Hong Gu carried her to the island in the middle of the lake. Just as they entered the courtyard of the Lord of the Palace, which was actually the Lingbao Dragon Palace, they saw Bai She'er rushing over upon hearing the news.

Upon seeing Liu Qing's pale face, the surging demonic energy within him, his chaotic qi, and his limp body, the White Snake was terrified and froze on the spot.
A moment later, her eyes red, she rushed over and hugged Liu Qing tightly, crying, "Waaah, Master, what happened to you?"

Liu Qing looked embarrassed and thought to himself, "This white snake, didn't you see that your sister Hong Gu is still here? Couldn't you have waited until night to come?"
Hong Gu rolled her eyes and scolded Bai She'er, "What are you crying for? You're not dead yet. Wait until this debt collector dies before you start crying!"

Steward Shi originally came to report something to the Lord of the Manor upon his return, but as soon as he entered the manor, he heard the mistress of the house scolding people, so he immediately shrank back.

"Brother Turtle, it's not that I, Old Sha, don't want to help you, it's just that I've come at the wrong time today. My master's backyard is on fire."

In the water beneath the island in the middle of the lake, Old Turtle Yuan Haowen anxiously awaited Steward Shad's report, but only received this one sentence.

Just as he was about to speak, asking Steward Shi to plead with the Master of the Manor for him first thing tomorrow morning, to find a way to resolve the recent string of unfortunate events...

Unexpectedly, a long-legged crane that had eaten its fill flew by in mid-air, and with a squawk, it pooped right into the mouth of the old turtle Yuan Haowen.

Yuan Haowen was already numb. He skillfully took a mouthful of water, rinsed it clean with a few gulps, and spat it out.

"Look at me, I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I'm having the worst luck. Every time I talk, I drop bird poop; every time I drink water, I choke; I trip while walking; I choke while eating; and even when I'm having sex with my wife at night, I go soft as soon as I take my pants off."

Yuan Haowen looked utterly hopeless: "If even the Lord of the Manor can't help me, I'll just die. There's no point in living."

The shad butler felt sorry for Yuan Haowen and reached out to pat him on the shoulder, intending to comfort him, but then, *snap*...
Butler Shad's outstretched hand was dislocated.

Steward Shi stared blankly at Yuan Haowen, then suddenly jumped back three zhang away, shouting, "Brother Turtle, please do not approach!"

Liu Qing lay in bed. The little snail fairy, using the leftover duck spirit from last time, along with some mountain ginger, cooked a pot of ginger duck soup for her sister, Hong Gu, to feed to the master.
She stood guard at the doorway with a stern look on her face, her hands on her hips, blocking the White Snake.

"You are the younger one, so you can go in after your older sister has rested."

White Snake both respected and feared Red Sister, but was not afraid of Little Girl. Upon hearing this, her snake tongue twitched slightly: "I know without you saying it. Humph, when Red Sister is healed, it will be my turn, and then it will be your turn. What are you being so arrogant about?"

Upon hearing this, Tianluo Xiaoya's face flushed red, and she stammered, unable to refute.

White Snake raised her head: "Hmph, don't think you can't win an argument with me. Not only are you bad at arguing, you're also bad at playing mahjong."

Tianluo Xiaoya's momentum collapsed again, and she suffered a humiliating defeat.

Liu Qing felt terrible listening to this from inside the house, so she quickly swallowed and ate the whole pot of ginger duck, not even spitting out the bones.

Hong Gu pursed her lips, got up and left.

A moment later, the White Snake came in carrying a bowl of wheat porridge.

This wheat porridge is made from Kunlun wheat grown in the spirit field in the backyard. Due to the fertile soil, the grains have grown extremely quickly and are now fully ripe.
Today, the White Snake cut off some wheat kernels, which she then used to make a bowl of wheat porridge using the cooking skills she had secretly learned from Xiao Ya.

Liu Qing had just finished a pot of ginger duck when he saw Bai She'er bring over some barley porridge. Not wanting to offend either of them, he had no choice but to eat it too.

Since she had the talent to devour elephants, she wasn't worried about food incompatibility. After finishing her meal, the white snake didn't leave immediately. She said softly, "Master, give me a drop of your demon blood."

"What do you need demon blood for?"

"Sir, don't worry about it. They won't harm you anyway."

Helpless, Liu Qing had no choice but to bite his fingertip and drip a drop of demon blood. The white snake opened its mouth and swallowed it, excitedly saying, "Master, with someone here, you won't be in danger anymore."

Liu Qing was somewhat puzzled, but the white snake remained mysterious and wouldn't say anything, so he had no choice but to stop asking. After the white snake left, the little snail maid came in. This little maid was an excellent cook and naturally prepared a table full of delicacies. Fortunately, Liu Qing's true form was a snake-python, which allowed him to swallow a lot of food in one sitting.
Not wanting to show favoritism, I forced myself to eat the dishes the little girl brought, thinking that would be the end of it.
Unexpectedly, a short while later, the water-avoiding golden-eyed beast, Shui'er, also shyly entered. This girl couldn't cook, so she went down into the river and caught a mud carp weighing over ten pounds. After gutting it, she sliced ​​it thinly, added salt and crushed spicy herbs, and unexpectedly, it became sashimi.
The first three were expected, but Shui'er's arrival was unexpected. Shui'er glanced up at Master Liu, then quickly lowered her head, placed the raw fish on the bedside table, and nervously twisted her clothes.

"Madam said that you, sir, visit people every day and you have a responsibility to them."

Liu Qing paused, the reason was so powerful that she was speechless.

Early the next morning, Steward Shi asked Ji Ping'an outside the door, "Da Ji, how is the Master of the Manor today?"

Ji Pingan looked completely bewildered: "It's fine."

The butler, still uneasy, looked at Sang Shu and Sang Qingjun again: "What about the matriarch?"

With a twitch, Sang Qingjun's tree trunk materialized into a human face. His eyebrows were straight like swords, his eyes were narrow and heroic, his nose was straight, and his lips were slightly curved. He had the appearance of a girl with the features of a boy, as gentle as a young woman and as handsome as a boy.

"Enough with the nonsense, just go inside."

Steward Shi rubbed his nose, not daring to offend the master's confidant. He waved to the back, and three zhang away, Bie Jingyuan Haowen cautiously followed him in.

Upon arriving at the mansion, Steward Shi went in first to explain the situation, and then came out before daring to call Bie Jingyuan Haowen in.

Liu Qing leaned against the bed, curiously examining the turtle essence. What kind of bad luck could be so bad that it could torment a Qi Refining Nascent Soul River Demon to the point of not being able to survive?

But Yuan Haowen seems to be doing perfectly well now.

Liu Qing was puzzled, his eyes darting around as he scrutinized Yuan Haowen. Yuan Haowen, feeling uncomfortable under his master's gaze, nervously said, "Master, I've been thinking, it might be because of the old master's ascension to godhood on that day... oh dear—"

Before he could finish speaking, Bie Jingyuan Haowen bit his tongue, his face contorted in pain. Looking at Master Liu, he felt a surge of resentment and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Having witnessed it firsthand, Liu Qing finally believed that Yuan Haowen was plagued by bad luck. Faced with such a bizarre situation, he had no way to deal with it and could only express his sympathy.

Seeing that even the lord of the manor had no solution, Bie Jingyuan covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face, and prepared to leave, saying he would hang himself when he got home.

Master Liu could not bear to watch his subordinate, the great demon guarding the city, die. Helpless, he had no choice but to let Yuan Haowen stay in the mansion for the time being, and wait for him to come up with a solution.

Yuan Haowen can no longer return to Old Turtle Pool. According to Steward Shad, recently, all the river demons, spirits, and even the unawakened turtles and tortoises in Old Turtle Pool have been suffering because of Yuan Haowen, living in dire straits.
Master Liu then relieved Bie Jingyuan of his duties and arranged for him to work in the Lord's Mansion, giving him the honorary title of "Ambassador of Fortune," without being responsible for any specific affairs. He was essentially a brick in Master Liu's hand, to be moved wherever needed.

Following instructions, Steward Shi arranged a place for Yuan Haowen, the turtle spirit, to stay a hundred meters away from the mansion, and strictly forbade any creatures on or off the island of Dawan Lake to approach.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Liu Qing finally recovered from the backlash after his power surge.

Having just recovered, Liu Qing immediately prepared to do something.

Without alerting anyone, he manipulated the Lingbao Dragon Palace, now the Liu residence, to build a quiet room within the Yangxin Garden.
In the quiet room, there was an incense table. On the wall above the incense table hung a painting. In the painting, a Taoist was sitting cross-legged with a sword lying across his lap, facing all living beings, but he had no facial features.

Liu Qing lit three incense sticks, then knelt down facing the incense table and respectfully kowtowed three times: "Master, I kowtow to you to thank you for saving my life twice."

The sword intent within Liu Qing's body emitted a clear, melodious sword cry as he burned incense and kowtowed. It then flew out of his body, entered the Taoist portrait, and burrowed into the sword.
At the same time, the Taoist's blank face was suddenly shrouded in purple mist.

Liu Qing's eyelids twitched, and he was secretly delighted, realizing that he had indeed flattered the right person.

This sword intent originated from the disciple token of Chang Hao, a disciple of the Jie Sect. However, how could the old serpent demon Chang Hao understand the way of the sword, let alone possess such a world-destroying sword intent?

A little thought is all it takes to guess that this sword intent likely belongs to that supreme sage.
Liu Qing was originally a minor demon who, despite gaining sword intent, dared not be arrogant, believing himself to have caught the eye of a sage. It wasn't until he was saved by sword intent twice that he realized this.
Only then did he dare to muster his courage and set up an incense table at home to offer incense and express his gratitude. Now, seeing the incense smoke rising straight into the sky and the sword intent giving him its approval, he felt completely at ease.

Such a powerful figure, I must hold on tight to him from now on.

As Liu Qing departed, the sword intent that had originally entered the painting trembled and flew out of the painting, entering Liu Qing's body.

A few days later, the incense-burning clone sent a message to the main body: all the mountain demons and sparrows, large and small, on Phoenix Mountain had been killed.

With this, the potential threat to Phoenix Mountain has been eliminated.

On the side of the Goddess of Good Water in the Wei River, the incense offering clone also sneaked over, but unfortunately the Wei River has been stormy lately, with river demons and gods of all sizes fighting each other endlessly.

(End of this chapter)