My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

"My friend, don't do anything stupid just because of a momentary impulse."

The middle-aged monk looked at Zhong Qing and smiled bitterly.

Decades ago, a top-level Sanyang Realm expert used his family's strength to raise a huge fleet and tried to cross the Chaos Demon Sea to reach Zhongzhou, but he died. Since then, such young people have become less and less.

In the past ten years, there has been no such person. The sudden appearance of this one reminded the middle-aged monk of his younger self, and he felt a sense of familiarity in his heart, so he said a few more words.

Zhong Qing frowned slightly.

Judging from the laughter of the boatmen and the conversation with the man in front of him, it seems that I was overthinking it when crossing the Chaos Demon Sea.

After calming down, he said seriously, "Thank you for your advice, but I still have to go to Zhongzhou."

The middle-aged monk curled his lips helplessly, obviously thinking that Zhong Qing was a fool who had gotten drunk.

"Hey, you idiot! My uncle is trying to persuade you, but you won't listen?"

"I already told you not to go, if you insist on going you're courting death!"

The young female monk covered her forehead with her hands and stared at Zhong Qing angrily with her big round eyes, obviously getting back at the anger she felt when her uncle-master hit her on the forehead.

"Nian Nian, don't be rude!"

The middle-aged monk turned around and scolded.

Zhong Qing didn't hesitate to receive the news. He bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Taoist priest."

After saying this, he stepped back, intending to find a boat and set off alone.

As for what happens on the road, we'll just take it one step at a time.

"Never mind, I see you're planning to go out and see the world. If you really want to go to Zhongzhou, why not follow us to Liehai Pass?"

"We are here to search for treasure. The rest of our fellow disciples will be arriving soon. Including me, we have all entered the Three Yin Realm. It should not be difficult for us to protect you well in Liehai."

"As for what happens next, it's not too late for you to make a decision then, my friend."

The middle-aged monk said with a smile.

He didn't give any advice to Zhong Qing.

The road to the customs is quite long. If there is any wind or waves on the way, the young man will probably give up the idea and realize how ridiculous the idea of ​​crossing the Chaos Demon Sea is.

Zhong Qing nodded.

I truly felt the kindness of this middle-aged monk.

So I didn't plan to refuse.

After all, it would be best if you could follow them for a while.

But Nian Nian, who was standing aside, pouted and gritted her teeth at Zhong Qing while standing behind the middle-aged monk, making it clear that she didn't want Zhong Qing to follow her.

It was her own uncle who slapped her in the face for such a passerby!

Zhong Qing was not the type to argue with a child of a few years old.

Instead, he looked at the child with some interest, so he smiled and cupped his hands: "Then I'll trouble you two masters for the rest of the journey."

The tone of the two second characters was also deliberately emphasized.

Seeing this, the little girl straightened her back and her belly lifted up.

That attitude changed instantly.

"If that's the case, then I'll let you get on board."

The middle-aged monk laughed loudly upon seeing this. "Formally, let me introduce myself to you two. We are from Qingshan Monastery. My name is Ou Zishu, and this is Nian Nian, the mascot of Qingshan Monastery."

Ou Zishu said as he rubbed the little girl's head again.

But the little girl was obviously still angry about Ou Zishu's previous slap on her forehead.

He turned his head angrily and went into the cabin.

"My name is Zhong Qing."

Zhong Qing didn't say much, and Ou Zishu didn't be overly polite either.

After signaling Zhong Qing to be more relaxed, he went into the cabin angrily to coax his own mascot.

As soon as he turned around, Zhong Qing saw a black iron broadsword hanging behind Ou Zishu.

The broadsword was not long but extremely wide, almost level with the back of the tall Ou Zishu. It looked simple, heavy, and somewhat extraordinary.

Zhong Qing leaned on the deck, silently gazing at the endless Chaos Demon Sea in the distance.

The sea was calm, and everything in the distance was hidden in a thick fog that appeared bright red under the setting sun.