Tian Yuan

Qingzong is surrounded by mountains and fairy mist.

In a fairy mountain pavilion somewhere, a burly man in an orange robe, about ten feet tall, with a broad back and strong arms, was practicing body training. The blood vessels in his body were bulging and his expression was ferocious, making people unable to look directly at him and making them panic.

This person is Lao Huangniu. A few years ago, he got Chen Qingyuan’s permission and transformed into a human.

My cultivation is still at a low level now, and I still have a long way to go.

The servant depends on the master's status. Even though the old ox is a mount, he has an independent cave for cultivation and resources in Qing Sect, and his status is not inferior to that of ordinary elders.

If the deacons and disciples encounter the old yellow cow, they must stop and salute, and respectfully call out: "Master Cow."

Not long after the transformation, the old ox always felt a little uncomfortable deep in his heart. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was because he was missing a name.

However, Chen Qingyuan had already gone out to look for treasure at that time, so Lao Huangniu had to boldly ask for an audience with the sect leader Lin Changsheng to explain his purpose.

Lin Changsheng took this matter very seriously and asked him, "What is your surname?"

"I don't know, Xiao Niu, please give me a name, Master."

On that day, the old ox bowed and looked at the jade floor with lowered brows, feeling uneasy.

Lin Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Since you have been blessed with the great fortune to change your destiny, it is not appropriate for you to use Niu as your surname. If you don't mind, you can use Qing as your surname and Haoyang as your name, is that okay?"

Qing, the Qing of Qingzong!

Lin Changsheng gave great recognition and hope to the old ox, hoping that he could reach the top step by step, become the guardian beast of the sect, and have a transcendent status.

The old ox absorbed a large amount of precious blood from the Beast Taming Sect. The bones and blood in its body were no longer ordinary. Its energy and blood were surging, like a bright sun, containing boundless masculine energy.

"Qing Haoyang." The old ox repeated it several times. With his simple and honest heart, he didn't know what the name given by the sect master meant. He just thought it sounded good and knelt down to express his gratitude: "Thank you for the name, sect master."

"Practice well, don't be lazy."

Lin Changsheng gave a warning in a serious tone.

"Yes." The old ox was very excited and kept grinning foolishly for a long time.

From today on, I have a name.

The joy is hard to describe in words.

After Lao Huangniu left, Lin Changsheng immediately had his name recorded in the book and he officially became a member of the Qing Sect.

Since then, Lao Huangniu has been practicing every day, so as not to let down the love of the sect leader and his master.

In order to practice, Lao Huangniu has not been to the Beast Taming Sect for a while, and his plan to find a Taoist partner has to be delayed.

Everything should be focused on improving your own strength, and you should not be obsessed with love.

On this day, Lao Hei appeared here under the guidance of Tang Wan'er.

"Old Cow, open the door."

Tang Wan'er took out a jade talisman and communicated via voice transmission.

The old ox, who was practicing physical skills in a special posture, sensed the slight vibration of a jade talisman, and immediately stopped, holding the jade talisman, and heard the sound.

With the arrival of the young master, the old ox lost his mind to practice. He quickly tidied his clothes and walked quickly to the door. He opened the door and saw that in addition to Tang Wan'er, there was also a man with a noble temperament. Just one glance at him, he felt suffocated as if his soul fell into the abyss. He subconsciously lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him any more.

"My Lord, why are you here?"

The old ox bowed to Tang Wan'er, recognizing his own identity and not being proud of himself.

"This is the current Dragon King, and he wants to meet you."

Tang Wan'er started to introduce.

"Lord Dragon?" The old ox glanced at Old Black again, hesitated for a moment, and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Lord Dragon."

"Yeah." Lao Hei, who was still standing outside the door, nodded and joked, "Why don't you invite me in to sit down?"

"Please come in."

The old man didn't know much about interpersonal communication and only realized it later.

Fortunately, with Tang Wan'er's company, the atmosphere did not become too awkward.

A blessed place with an ancient pavilion in the front yard.

A faint mist seeps out from the ground and floats in every corner, like a fairyland.

The three of them sat in the ancient pavilion and looked at each other.

"Fu Changge."

Lao Hei did not act like a leader. After sitting down, he bowed to Lao Huangniu and told him his name.

"The sect leader gave me a name, Qing Haoyang."

When he said his name, a hint of pride clearly flashed in the depths of the old ox's eyes.

The two of them communicated slowly and gradually became familiar with each other.

In order to ensure that there would be no conflict between the two parties, Tang Wan'er left tactfully.

A dragon and a cow, they had a very pleasant conversation and felt that they had met too late.

Before long, they began to call each other brothers.

"Your life experience is truly deplorable."

After listening to Lao Huangniu’s account of his first half of life, Lao Hei was filled with emotion.

If he hadn't met Chen Qingyuan, there would be no Mr. Niu and he would have become someone else's meal long ago.

After staying in Qingzong for a few days, Lao Hei left.

Next, of course, I have to go to Daoyi Academy. I haven’t been back to visit for many years. I hope I won’t be driven out by those old guys.

The top leaders of Qing Sect might give you, the Dragon King, some face and treat you well.

When you arrive at Daoyi Academy, you must recognize that you are not some damn Dragon King, but a small loach.

In order to avoid causing trouble, Lao Hei asked the tribe elders who were traveling with him to stay outside and he went in alone.

As soon as he entered, Lao Hei was greeted not by sounds of joy and celebration.

"Oh, isn't this the famous Dragon Lord? How come you have time to come to Daoyi Academy?"

An old man with a white beard who was watering the flowers had lost all his teeth and spoke with a lisp. When he saw Lao Hei for the first time, he was stunned for a moment and then looked at him in a weird way.

"Third Master, long time no see!"

Lao Hei recognized who this person was and immediately went over to greet him. When he was a child, he often fertilized Sanye's garden and was often beaten.

"In a few years, I will be buried in peace."

The Third Master snorted coldly, clearly intending to hold him accountable.

"It's my fault for being so ignorant and coming back so late. I apologize to you, old man."

Lao Hei quickly took out the wine he had prepared, bent down and smiled.

"A big shot has come to our academy!"

"He is indeed an important figure. Let us old folks go over and pay our respects to the Dragon Lord!"

"This bastard used to steal my pills all the time. If the dean hadn't protected him, I would have skinned him alive."

"Xiao Hei is no longer the same as he used to be. He hasn't come back to visit for hundreds of years. He must have other intentions when he comes this time."

Sarcastic and abusive voices came from every corner and reached Lao Hei's ears, making him tremble all over and not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The scene of being beaten as a child suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. A chill surged from my heels to the top of my head, and I couldn't help but shiver.

So, Lao Hei faced the elders of the academy, greeted them one by one, presented them with gifts and expressed his thoughts.

I heard that several elders passed away a few years ago. Lao Hei's eyes were dim and he sighed sadly. He had no choice but to go to the cemetery to pay his respects.

The old guys would never really blame Lao Hei, as he has a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

When people get old, they often think about the past.

After some days, a warship stopped outside the mountain gate of Qingzong.

Chen Qingyuan and others are back.