Chapter 60: Three-Year Agreement

Now that the maze array is set up, and the aura of the gathering array is completely hidden, He Song can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Now.

He no longer needs to worry about his identity as a formation master being exposed.

Now that the maze array is set up, even if He Song brings someone into the quiet room, that person will not know that he has been covered by two formations.

He would never have thought that He Song, who was ordinary in front of him, was actually a formation master.

The maze array is set up.

He Song left the quiet room and came to the room.

Sitting down at the desk, He Song made a cup of tea for himself.

The faint fragrance of tea permeated the room.

It gradually restored He Song's slightly sluggish mind after the formation was just finished.

He took a sip.

The unusual taste made He Song a little confused.

But then.

He Song's mind suddenly flashed Ping'er.

Ping'er from the Spiritual Skills Pavilion.

Three years ago, Ping'er gave He Song a box of good tea.

Three years later, He Song used the box of tea leaves to make a pot of tea in his room.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

I just don't know if Ping'er, who gave me a box of tea leaves in person, is free now.

Can I keep my promise and invite her to drink with me when I am drinking alone.

The invitation three years apart seems to be a bit long.

He Song thought for a while, and a piece of thin paper suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Ping'er, three years ago, you gave me a box of good tea. I am very grateful, but there are too many worldly affairs, which distract my mind."

"When I took out the box of good tea again, I found that time flies like an arrow."

"In the blink of an eye, three years have passed."

"I don't know if you are still free now. Today I am drinking alone, but I am worried that I have failed you."

"He Song."

A trace of spiritual power overflowed from He Song's fingers, and instantly engraved lines of handwriting on the thin paper.

After confirming that everything was correct, He Song pointed at it casually.

Then, a sound transmission paper crane soared into the sky and flew away.

Faraway

Spiritual Skills Pavilion.

Second floor.

Ping'er, who was practicing daily, suddenly opened her eyes.

With a trace of doubt in her beautiful eyes, she looked at the sound transmission paper crane in front of her.

Sound transmission paper crane?

In this fairy house, the only people she was familiar with were the people in the Spiritual Skills Pavilion.

If the people in the Spiritual Skills Pavilion wanted to find her, they could just come and find her.

How could someone contact her using sound transmission?

With doubts and confusion, Ping'er released a trace of her own breath.

Then, she saw that the sound transmission paper crane that was originally shining with spiritual light in front of her turned into a piece of thin paper in an instant.

The thin paper fell into her hand, and lines of handwriting suddenly appeared.

"It turns out that he is not dead"

After reading it, a trace of realization flashed in Ping'er's eyes.

Three years have not seen.

She thought He Song died in some corner.

Otherwise, he should have contacted me after three years.

You know, the small box of tea she gave away was very valuable.

But she waited and waited, but there was no message from He Song.

But it was not easy to contact He Song in person, lest He Song think that she was asking for a favor.

Therefore, after three years, she even felt that her efforts were in vain, and He Song, whom she wanted to make friends with, might have died there.

But now.

Looking at the paper in her hand and the lines of handwriting on the paper.

She suddenly realized.

It turned out that He Song was not dead, but did not think of her.

Heartbroken.

But soon, she took a deep breath, gathered her thoughts, and took out a piece of paper with a calm face.

Spiritual power flowed out from her fingertips and engraved the handwriting on the paper.

"How dare I refuse Daoist He's invitation? I don't know where you are, so I'll come right away."

"Ping'er."

After receiving Ping'er's reply, He Song thought about it and chose a teahouse in the Xianfang as the meeting place.

"I will wait for Daoist Daoist at Baihua Teahouse."

However, after releasing the paper crane, He Song thought for a moment, and then put a few thick earth talismans where he could easily get them.

He then got up and went out, heading straight to the Baihua Teahouse.

Inviting someone to visit.

That's absolutely impossible.

Not to mention that the two have only met three times, including this time, it's only four times.

Even if they have met a hundred or eighty times and have become good friends, He Song will think twice before inviting someone to visit.

Now is different from the past.

In the past, there were no secrets in the family, so it was okay to invite someone to visit.

Now that the two formations in the house are running at the same time, if someone finds out, I'm afraid that countless cultivators will immediately target me.

He Song doesn't dare to take this risk.

Baihua Teahouse.

It's named after its signature Baihua tea.

Baihua tea is made from hundreds of exotic petals.

Once brewed, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, just like being in a bush of flowers, making people feel relaxed and happy.

After drinking it in one gulp, the fragrance will linger on your lips and teeth for three days.

Unfortunately, it's not a spiritual tea after all. In the mortal world, Baihua tea may be priceless.

But in the fairy house, the price is not that expensive.

Came to Baihua Teahouse.

He Song casually entered a private room, ordered a pot of Baihua tea and put it aside, then took out the box of tea leaves from Ping'er and began to brew tea slowly.

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A moment later.

The scent of tea filled the entire private room.

Ping'er also arrived.

Today, Ping'er no longer wore the special costumes of the Spiritual Skills Pavilion as before, but changed into a light green robe.

The light green robe, with a few embellishments, made Ping'er at this time very different from what He Song remembered.

Dressed like this, Ping'er's already beautiful face became even more attractive, and her figure became even more graceful.

Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse.

Sure enough, changing clothes makes a difference.

He Song secretly praised in his heart, but did not show it on his face.

This time, he invited Ping'er to drink together, just because he suddenly remembered that there was such a thing three years ago, and wanted to see what medicine Ping'er was selling in the gourd.

As for other things, there are really some things to ask.

"Fellow Daoist He, I have waited for three years for this pot of tea from you."

Sitting in front of He Song, Ping'er looked at He Song with her beautiful eyes, and her expression looked pitiful.

Three years.

How many three years can one have in life?

Looking at He Song making tea leisurely in front of her, Ping'er felt mixed emotions.

She had never thought that she had sent a gift to make friends, but she had waited for three years before the other party finally responded.

However, after meeting He Song in person, Ping'er's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness.

A trace of dissatisfaction in her heart was also suppressed.

How could this person's cultivation level improve faster than hers?

In just three years, he has actually broken through to the fifth level of Qi training.

You know, when the two met three years ago, He Song had just broken through to the fourth level of Qi training.

At that time, she could even sense the spiritual power fluctuations from He Song's cultivation level that had just broken through.