Chapter 18: Green Fairy Tea

Drinking tea can increase your cultivation. Drinking a few cups a day, isn't that an extra cultivation?

Even if the increase is small, but over time, the cultivation that can be increased is not small.

That's why He Song asked.

"This tea is precious. On weekdays, the deacon rarely drinks a sip. Only a small pot is provided to the VIP room. Today, Ping'er is blessed by fellow Taoists and can drink a cup here." Ping'er looked at He Song with a hint of smile.

If this tea was not really precious, and He Song handed her another cup, she would not have believed so easily that He Song did not mean it.

Now seeing He Song asking, she naturally told him everything she knew.

After a pause, Ping'er spoke again.

"This tea is called Bixian Lingcha. It is picked from the Bixian Lingcha tree planted in Houtu Sect's spiritual medicine garden. It is sold at ten spiritual stones per tael in the fairy shop."

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"Thank you, fellow Taoist. I'll take my leave now." The purpose of this trip has been achieved, and He Song no longer wants to stay.

After bowing slightly to Ping'er, He Song turned and left the Spirit Skill Pavilion.

What?

Bixian Lingcha?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I haven't seen it.

I can't afford it!

With a hint of disappointment.

He Song's steps were very fast, as if there were monsters chasing him behind him.

He needed to return to his home as soon as possible.

Then he began to comprehend the introductory chapter of the formation in his memory.

Instead of facing Ping'er's giggling here.

He Song's figure quickly disappeared.

On the spot.

Ping'er covered her face with her hands and laughed so hard that her branches shook.

She didn't laugh at He Song for not knowing his own abilities, but she thought He Song was very interesting.

Spiritual tea that can increase cultivation, anyone who cultivates immortals will understand its preciousness.

He Song, on the other hand, asked without thinking.

After learning the price, he turned around and left without any nostalgia.

Moreover, He Song had been in the Immortal House for five years.

He was able to save 100 spiritual stones when he reached the third level of Qi training.

He could also spend 100 spiritual stones to buy the introductory chapter of the Hundred Arts of Cultivation.

In addition, the carefreeness when he casually handed her a cup of spiritual tea made Ping'er look at He Song with a new look.

"If I see him again in the future, I must make friends with him."

Muttering to herself, Ping'er's figure quickly left the VIP room and continued to receive other cultivators.

He Song ran too fast today.

She wanted to make friends, but she couldn't leave because of her duties, so she could only wait for the next time.

Back home.

He Song sat cross-legged, and the memory of the introductory chapter of the formation suddenly emerged in his mind.

Formation, what is formation.

From the big world to the infinite power, everything is ashes.

From the small spirit stone to the spirit of the world, it affects the prosperity and decline of a place.

But these are things for the future.

He Song has just started to study the art of formation, and he still needs to understand the basics of the art of formation.

How to carve the pattern on the spirit stone.

How to use the special method of setting up the formation.

How to observe the flow of spirit between heaven and earth.

How to really set up a formation.

These are what He Song really needs to figure out now.

Fortunately.

The information in the introduction to the art of formation is very detailed.

He Song glanced over, and a little bit of perception quickly appeared in his mind.

A spirit stone appeared in his hand, and He Song quickly began to learn it according to the memory in his mind.

In this way, a day and a night passed in the blink of an eye.

The next morning.

He Song walked out of the room thoughtfully, went to the spirit field he managed, and began to perform the spirit rain technique.

After half an hour of spiritual rain, He Song paused for a moment, then quickly turned around and headed towards Lingjian Pavilion.

Today.

It was the time He Song agreed to meet with Wei Fan and Meng Guan once a month.

On the first day of each month, the three would meet in Lingjian Pavilion, drink tea and chat, and discuss some things that happened in their respective small circles.

Most of the news He Song learned came from here.

While walking towards Lingjian Pavilion, He Song was constantly learning about the knowledge of the formation in his mind.

After a day and a night of study, He Song had already had some understanding of the formation.

However, whether it was right or not, it would take time to verify.

Moving forward.

He Song soon arrived at Lingjian Pavilion.

Going up to the second floor of Lingjian Pavilion.

Beside a table, two figures, one old and one young, were already sitting on the futon.

"Fellow Daoist He, you are a little late today. Did you stay at Fengqi Tower last night?" Seeing He Song still in a trance, Meng Guan, who looked like an old man, was the first to joke.

Fengqi Tower is a place of fireworks opened by the Jindan Sect Chunyin Sect.

In Fengqi Tower, all the female cultivators are stunning, and there are top girls who practice dual cultivation techniques. After practicing dual cultivation with them, they can also increase their own cultivation.

It is also one of the few places in Zhushan Xianfang that can empty the family of cultivators.

"With Fellow Daoist He's wealth, the top girls who went to Fengqi Tower should also be able to increase their cultivation, right? Oh, congratulations to Fellow Daoist He on his great progress in cultivation. Congratulations." On the side, Wei Fan, who looked like a young man, had a flash of inspiration in his eyes, and then shook his head and smiled.

Although he knew that He Song would not throw the spirit stone in the fireworks area, the three of them had a very good relationship and got along very well, so it was harmless to joke around.

Moreover, he had just used the spirit eye technique and found that He Song had actually broken through to the third level of Qi training.

That’s why he said this to tease him.

He Song’s cultivation level had broken through from the second level of Qi training to the third level of Qi training, which could not be hidden from others.

But he hadn’t intended to hide it.

Hearing the teasing of his two friends, He Song was not in a hurry to argue. After he sat down in his own seat, he suddenly sighed.

“Alas”

As soon as the sound came out.

For a moment, the whole room could hear a pin drop.

The two who wanted to say something else were stunned when they saw this.

Looking at each other, they both saw a trace of astonishment in each other’s eyes.

In the five years of being with them, He Song had never sat down without saying a word like today, and then sighed deeply.

No, never!

But what happened today that made He Song so abnormal?

Wei Fan winked at Meng Guan, signaling him to ask.

Meng Guan touched his beard, but accidentally pulled off a few strands, grimacing in pain.

But under Wei Fan's constant signaling, Meng Guan still spoke.

"Fellow Daoist He, what happened?" Meng Guan asked softly, placing a cup of tea gently beside He Song.

From the looks of it, it seems that he is afraid of scaring He Song, a third-level Qi training cultivator.

Seeing him like this, Wei Fan on the side was speechless and held his forehead.

However, although he felt that Meng Guan was too cautious, Wei Fan's eyes were still locked on He Song.

If his little Daoist friend was bullied by others, where would he, a late-stage Qi training cultivator, put his face?

Maybe he had to take action himself to save face for his little Daoist friend.

After knowing each other for so many years, he still had the idea of ​​standing up for He Song.