Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Zhou Qinghe's tone was obviously dissatisfied.

Zhao Mu remained calm: "Why should you be angry, Daoist Zhou? I am just kindly reminding you. It will be very unsafe here tomorrow."

"You said it is unsafe, so it is not safe?"

Zhou Qinghe snorted: "My Qingshan Sword Sect is one of the largest sects in this area. How can anyone scare it?"

Zhao Mu smiled: "I am just kindly reminding you. If Daoist Zhou does not believe it, you can continue to practice here."

"After all, Daoist, you are right. You did come to this beach first. I really have no reason to chase you away."

"Of course, if something really happens tomorrow, Daoist, don't blame me for not reminding you."

This means that even if you die tomorrow, you deserve it.

His attitude made Zhou Qinghe suspicious. Is there really something going to happen here tomorrow?

Zhou Qinghe hesitated.

Zhao Mu took a sip of tea: "Does Daoist Zhou have anything else to say?"

"Excuse me."

Zhou Qinghe bowed and turned back with a gloomy face.

When the disciples returned, a disciple came up to ask: "Elder, where is that Taoist? Is there a problem?"

"I don't know where he came from. As for whether there is a problem..."

Zhou Qinghe looked back at Zhao Mu: "That person said that something big will happen here tomorrow. It will be very unsafe. We'd better leave tonight."

"Puff!"

The disciple couldn't help laughing: "Elder, you didn't believe it, did you? That person's origin is not clear, how can he say it?"

"I think he is just playing tricks to attract our attention and seek benefits."

"Our Qingshan Sword Sect is powerful, but many people are thinking about us."

Zhou Qinghe pursed his lips: "I hope so."

The disciples finished practicing swords quickly, and then sat cross-legged on the beach to restore their magic power and comprehend what they gained from practicing swords today.

If there is something they don't understand, they will ask Zhou Qinghe.

And Zhou Qinghe will patiently answer them one by one.

That night, Zhou Qinghe would look at Zhao Mu not far away from time to time.

But Zhao Mu over there was just sipping tea, as if thinking about something, and never looked at them.

For some reason, Zhou Qinghe felt more and more uneasy.

But considering that the disciples' training goals had not been achieved this time, she did not take the disciples away after all.

No words were spoken all night.

The next morning, the morning sun slowly rose from the sea level in the east, and the warm sunshine dispelled the darkness and shone on the earth again.

After a night of training, the disciples of Qingshan Sword School had restored their magic power to their peak, and they also gained a lot in their hearts.

So they started a new day of sword practice again.

Suddenly, a disciple turned back inadvertently, and his eyes suddenly fixed: "Elder, it seems that someone is coming?"

"Huh?"

Zhou Qinghe looked back in confusion, and saw a monk appearing on the ground in the distance.

The monk had no strong aura and looked like an ordinary mortal.

But the strange thing was that although the monk walked slowly, like a walk after dinner, his speed was amazing.

The monk seemed to be in the distant horizon one moment, but he had already arrived on the beach the next moment.

The monk glanced at Zhou Qinghe and others calmly.

This glance was plain and ordinary, but it frightened all the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect instantly, as if they were stared at by a ferocious beast.

However, the monk did not attack them, but walked straight to the table of the Taoist priest who came yesterday and sat down unceremoniously.

"Elder, that monk is so scary. I thought I was going to die when he looked at me just now."

A disciple said with lingering fear, and the other disciples nodded one after another, their faces pale.

Zhou Qinghe finally confirmed that Zhao Mu was not trying to scare her yesterday, but something was really going to happen here today.

Because she knew better than the disciples how scary the monk was just now.

She was already a sage, but she felt cold all over when the monk looked at her. She was obviously scared to death, but she couldn't even think of resisting at all.

This shows that the monk's cultivation is far superior to hers.

Saint realm?

Immortal realm?

Or even... Tribulation realm?

No matter what level the monk is, they are not able to fight against him.

Zhou Qinghe gritted his teeth: "Quick, let everyone gather, let's leave here."

The disciples did not dare to neglect it, and immediately gathered together, and then followed Zhou Qinghe to fly up on the sword, ready to leave quickly.

But something terrifying happened.

When they flew a hundred feet, a terrifying pressure suddenly appeared out of thin air and pressed them back to the beach.

"What's going on? Where does that pressure come from?"

"Such a terrible pressure, so many of us have no power to resist, who is the other party?"

"Elder, is there someone who doesn't want us to leave?"

The disciples were panicked and didn't know what to do?

Zhou Qinghe looked solemn and looked at the monk and Taoist priest at the wooden table not far away.

She knew very well that the pressure was most likely to come from one of the two people.

No!

It shouldn't be that Taoist priest, after all, the other party persuaded her to leave yesterday, and obviously had no malice.

In this case, the one who attacked should be the monk.

What does the other party want to do?

Has Qingshan Sword Sect ever offended the other party?

Shouldn't it be?

But there is no grudge, why would the other party stop me from taking the disciples away?

Zhou Qinghe pursed her lips and wanted to go over to ask.

But the next moment she was shocked to find that her feet seemed to be nailed to the beach and she couldn't move a step.

She looked around at all the disciples and found that everyone was the same.

Zhou Qinghe was completely panicked and hurriedly said loudly: "Greetings, Master, I don't know how my Qingshan Sword Sect offended the Master, so that the Master wants to imprison us here?"

Her voice echoed clearly on the beach, and everyone could hear it.

But the monk didn't even turn his head and ignored her at all.

Zhou Qinghe looked ugly and at a loss.

She regretted not listening to Zhao Mu's advice yesterday and taking the disciples away.

At the wooden table.

"Amitabha, Wanyu Daoyou, how long have we not seen each other?"

The Buddha of another world sat down and asked with a smile.

Zhao Mu was calm and composed: "It's been hundreds of years, Buddha, how has it been?"

"Thanks to you, fellow Daoist Wanyu, I have been working hard for hundreds of years, and it's not good at all."

The Buddha of another world still smiled, but his words seemed to be accusing him.

"Isn't it Buddha's own fault that he works so hard? After all, it was you who wanted to kill my disciple."

Zhao Mu looked calm, and poured a cup of tea for him like a good friend: "Buddha, please try my tea-making skills?"

"Good!"

The Buddha of another world picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Well, it's really good tea. I'm really honored. There are probably not many people in this world who can have tea made by fellow Daoist."