Tian Yuan

Riding on an old ox, he crossed mountains, rivers, and lakes, walked out of the border of Changjin State, and ran towards the distance.

One day, there was a vast ocean ahead, with no end in sight, and no other way to go.

"Moo..."

The old ox called out and asked Chen Qingyuan, who was sitting on its back, for a solution and whether to change direction.

"Continue to go."

Chen Qingyuan issued an order.

How can I walk across the boundless ocean?

Although the old ox was very scared and a little confused, it obeyed Chen Qingyuan's orders and took the first step with difficulty.

"clatter"

I stepped on the sea and found that my body was not sinking.

Seeing this, the old ox was very surprised. He didn't expect this result.

Always by Chen Qingyuan's side, the old ox has already undergone a transformation, but he doesn't know it.

From the initial fear and anxiety to surprise.

The old ox moaned a few times and walked on the water, leaving a circle of water ripples with every step it took.

After walking for about a year, they arrived at a populated area.

We stopped for a while, bought some drinks and food, rested for a few days, and then set off again.

From one day on, the old ox found that he no longer needed to eat grass. He only needed to follow the breathing method taught by his owner to maintain abundant physical strength and not feel tired at all.

Moreover, traveling thousands of miles a day is a very easy thing.

Today's old ox can be called a spiritual animal.

And so, another half year passed.

After passing through dozens of dynasties, they finally arrived at an ancient city of practitioners.

There are many monks in the city, and countless ancient palaces and pavilions are suspended in the void, with ancient charm and beautiful scenery.

Without asking around, Chen Qingyuan knew that there was a teleportation array in the city. If used, it could greatly shorten the travel time.

"What about the spirit stone?"

Without even a low-grade spirit stone on him, it was impossible for him to take the teleportation array. Unless he revealed his strength, there would be countless cultivators willing to make friends with him, but this did not meet Chen Qingyuan's expectations.

"If I sell this old cow of yours, I will definitely be able to exchange it for a lot of spirit stones."

Chen Qingyuan patted the old ox and said without any concealment.

Hearing this, the old ox was so frightened that its whole body trembled. It mooed several times to express its plea, with a look of panic on its face.

"It's just a joke, don't take it so seriously." Chen Qingyuan raised his lips and tried to scare Lao Niu: "If you don't want to be sold by me, then be more diligent. Don't just eat and sleep all day long. You're too lazy."

"Mou..." The old ox protested. He said that he was obviously very hardworking, carrying Chen Qingyuan on his back all day long, and he only took a break when he had free time.

Unlike Chen Qingyuan, who takes naps every day and is lazy to the core.

Of course, the old ox didn't dare to tell lies about his master. He could only hum a few times in grievance and express his intention to work harder, for fear of being abandoned by Chen Qingyuan.

"How can I get the spirit stones?"

Chen Qingyuan sighed as he hadn't worried about spirit stone resources for many years.

"Sell some calligraphy and paintings!"

After much thought, I made a decision.

He took the remaining money and went to the grocery store to buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

For many monks, the money of mortals is still of some use.

Under the rule of the Zi Lian Dynasty, practitioners cannot oppress ordinary creatures. Sometimes if you want to get something in the mortal dynasty, you have to spend money and you can't rob it.

Huddled in a corner of the street, Chen Qingyuan spread a piece of white paper on the ground, holding a bamboo pen in his hand, and began to paint.

The first painting is very simple, with just a few strokes, leaving a three-foot sword.

In the second painting, a bamboo forest was drawn.

The third one is a landscape painting in a simple style.

"That should be enough."

Chen Qingyuan did not need to deliberately use his spiritual power to make the painting contain some Taoist rhyme. For countless practitioners, it was a rare thing in the world and extremely precious.

It depends on whether there is someone who knows the value of it.

The remaining paper and ink were collected, placed in the bag, and hung on the old ox.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Qingyuan took the three paintings and calligraphy to the market, ready to wait for the right person.

No hawking, no shouting, just placing the calligraphy and paintings on the ground and waiting patiently.

The old ox lay behind Chen Qingyuan, with its eyes closed, not moving.

The practitioners passing by simply ignored Chen Qingyuan who was sitting in the corner of the market.

Monks with background and financial resources would not come to such a gathering place for vendors. Most of them were independent monks who came to the market to join in the fun and try their luck.

For several days, Chen Qingyuan didn't say a word, just relying on fate.

On this day, a few young monks came and asked out of curiosity: "Daoyou, are you selling calligraphy and paintings?"

Although Chen Qingyuan's spiritual energy fluctuations could not be felt, the presence of a spiritual beast, a yellow ox, behind him was enough to prove that he was not an ordinary person and should be respected.

These days, many people resort to stealth techniques, either to avoid their enemies or to keep a low profile.

It's a very normal thing and no one cares.

In this market alone, there were no less than a hundred people who used the secret method of concealing their aura.

"Yes." Chen Qingyuan leaned against the old ox's body, looking lazy, and slowly opened one eye.

"Which great master created these calligraphy and paintings? Or where did they get them?"

Come and ask again.

“I just drew this two days ago.”

Chen Qingyuan is very honest.

"You drew this?" Several young men were stunned and looked at Chen Qingyuan carefully. They did not think that he was a master.

However, driven by curiosity, the young monk asked one more question: "Can I open it and take a look?"

"can."

Chen Qingyuan agreed.

"Thank you." Then the young man squatted down and slowly opened the first painting.

After seeing the sword in the painting, several people looked at each other but did not find any value in it.

It's so mediocre, obviously written casually, and it's clearly a scam!

"Fellow Daoist, how many spirit stones do you want to sell these paintings for?"

Although they had no intention of buying, they were still curious and continued to ask questions.

"One painting, 10,000 high-quality spirit stones."

Chen Qingyuan stretched out a finger.

"You're crazy!"

When they heard the price, they were all shocked.

Even if they put all their wealth together, they still couldn't afford to buy a painting.

Ten thousand high-quality spirit stones is an astronomical figure for many people.

Chen Qingyuan's handwritten calligraphy and paintings contain a hint of supreme Taoism. Selling them at this price is already very low.

"Please leave if you don't want to buy."

Not wanting to waste any more words with these people, I closed the eye that I had opened again.

If you meet someone you like, it’s okay to sell it to him at a lower price.

In the gaming world, all that matters is the word “fate”.

There's no rush, just wait patiently.

"It's crazy."

A few young people complained for a while and then turned and left.

The commotion here was seen by some people nearby, and they planned to come over to take a look.