After waking up from sleep, he became a real Huanglong with no victories, no magic weapon, and no apprentice. It was the real Huanglong who ran all over the map and was dropped on the flagpole by three generations of disciples. He taught the Twelve Golden Immortals1. We were born between heaven and earth, so how can we be so good. He wants to change: My Huanglong walks the rivers and lakes by having many friends, magic weapons, and apprentices. Of course, the most important thing is to rely on one word: steady. Fellow Daoist, pleaseStay.