I live forever in the realm of comprehension

Chapter 60 The Three-Year Covenant
Now that the Mizong Formation has been set up and the aura of the Spirit Gathering Formation has been completely concealed, He Song couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This time.

You no longer need to worry about your identity as a magician being exposed.

Now that the Mizong formation is set up, even if He Song leads someone into the quiet room, that person will never know that he has been enveloped by the two formations.

He would never have thought that He Song, who was so ordinary in front of him, turned out to be a magician.

The layout of the maze array is complete.

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

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

The faint fragrance of tea permeated the room.

Let He Song's slightly sluggish mind gradually recover after the formation was completed.

Take a sip.

He Song was slightly puzzled by the unusual smell.

But then.

Ping'er's figure suddenly flashed in He Song's mind.

The bottle of the Spirit Skill Pavilion.

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

Three years later, He Song made a pot of tea with that box of tea in his room.

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

I just don't know if the Pinger who gave me a box of tea with his own hands back then is free at this moment.

Can you let yourself keep your promise and invite her to drink together when drinking alone.

The three-year invitation seems to be a bit long indeed.

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

"Fellow Daoist Ping'er, three years ago, Fellow Daoist gave me a box of good tea, and I am very grateful, but there are too many mundane things, which involve my mind."

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

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

"I don't know if you are free now, but I am worried that I will let down the heart of my friend today."

"He Song."

A trace of spiritual power overflowed from He Song's fingers, and in an instant, lines of writing were engraved on the thin paper.

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

Immediately afterwards, a sound transmission paper crane soared into the sky and flew into the distance.

distance
Spiritual Skill Pavilion.

The second floor.

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

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

Sound transmission paper crane?

In this Immortal Workshop, the only ones I am familiar with are the people from the Lingji Pavilion.

If the people in the Spirit Skill Pavilion want to find themselves, they can just come to them directly.

How could someone use sound transmission to contact him?
With doubts and incomprehension, Ping'er let out a trace of her own breath.

Immediately, she saw the sound-transmitting paper crane that was originally flickering in front of her eyes turned into a thin piece of paper in an instant.

The thin paper fell into his hand, and lines of writing appeared immediately.

"So he didn't die"

After reading it, Ping'er's eyes flashed with surprise.

Three years no see.

She also thought that He Song died in some corner.

Otherwise, in three years, why should I contact myself.

You know, the small box of tea leaves that she sent out at the beginning was worth a lot.

But he waited and waited, but he couldn't wait for He Song's message.

But it is not good to contact He Song in person, lest He Song feel that she is trying to repay her kindness.

Therefore, after three years have passed, she even feels in her heart that her efforts at the beginning may be in vain, and that He Song, whom she wanted to befriend at the beginning, may have died somewhere long ago.

But now.

Looking at the paper in his hand, and the lines of writing on the paper.

She just realized it suddenly.

It turned out that He Song didn't die, but he didn't think of her.

Heart congestion.

But soon, she took a deep breath, restrained her thoughts, and calmly took out a piece of paper.

Spiritual power gushed out from the fingertips and carved words on the paper.

"He daoyou invites you, how dare the little girl refuse, I don't know where you are, so I will come here immediately."

"Bottle."

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

"I will wait for fellow Taoist at Baihua Tea House."

However, after releasing the sound-transmitting paper crane, He Song thought for a while, and immediately put a few thick soil talismans where he could easily get it.

Only then did he get up and go out the door, heading straight for the place where the Baihua Teahouse is located.

Invite people from home.

That is absolutely impossible.

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

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

It's not like it used to be.

In the past, there were no secrets in the family, so it didn't hurt to invite people to visit.

Now that the two formations in the family are in full operation, if anyone finds out about it, they will be targeted by countless monks immediately.

He Song didn't dare to take such a risk.

Hundred Flowers Tea House.

It is named after its signature Baihua tea.

Hundred Flowers Tea is made from hundreds of kinds of exotic flower petals.

Once soaked, the fragrance of the flowers overflows, as if you are in a bunch of flowers, which makes you feel refreshed.

Drink it in one sip, and the fragrance will last for three days.

It's a pity that it is not spiritual tea after all. In the ordinary world, Baihua tea may be priceless.

But in Xianfang, the price is not much more expensive.

Come to Baihua Tea House.

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

After a moment.

The fragrance of tea spreads throughout the elegant room.

The bottle has also arrived.

Today, Ping'er no longer wore the special clothing of the Spirit Skill 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 He Song's impression.

Dressing up like this made Ping'er's already beautiful face even more attractive and her figure even more slender.

People rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles.

Sure enough, it was different after changing clothes.

He Song gave a secret praise in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

Inviting Ping'er to drink together this time, I just suddenly remembered something like this happened three years ago, and wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Ping'er's gourd.

As for the rest, I really have something to ask.

"Fellow Daoist He, the little girl has been waiting for three years for this pot of tea from you."

Sitting in front of He Song, Ping'er looked straight at He Song with her beautiful eyes, with a pitiful expression on her face.

Three years.

How many three years can there be in life.

Looking at He Song who was leisurely making tea in front of him, Ping'er felt mixed feelings.

She also never thought that when she sent a gift by herself and wanted to make friends, she waited and waited for three years before the other party finally responded.

But after seeing He Song face to face, Ping'er's eyes flashed with inspiration, and a strange color suddenly appeared in her beautiful eyes.

A trace of dissatisfaction in my heart was also suppressed.

How could this person improve faster than himself?

In just three years, he has 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 fluctuation of spiritual power from He Song's body just after breaking through.

(End of this chapter)