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Now that the arrangement of the Lost Tracing Array was completed and the aura of the Spirit Gathering Array was completely hidden, He Song couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This time.

You no longer need to worry about your identity as an array mage being exposed.

Now that the Mysterious Formation is in place, even if He Song leads someone into the quiet room, that person will not know that he has been enveloped by two formations.

He would not have thought that He Song, who was ordinary in front of him, turned out to be an array master.

The layout of the mysterious array is completed.

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

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

The faint fragrance of tea filled the room.

He Song's slightly depressed mind after the formation was gradually restored.

He took a small sip.

The unusual taste made He Song slightly confused.

But then.

Suddenly, Ping'er's figure flashed through He Song's mind.

The bottle in Lingji 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 the bottle that personally gave me a box of tea leaves is available now.

Can you keep your promise and invite her to drink with you when you are drinking alone?

An invitation three years apart does seem a bit long.

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

"Fellow Taoist Ping'er, three years ago, Taoist friend gave me a box of good tea. I am very grateful. However, there are too many worldly things that disturb my mind."

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

"Three years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"I wonder if you are still free now. I am drinking alone today, but I am worried that I will let down my fellow Taoist."

"He Song."

A trace of spiritual power overflowed from He Song's fingers, and lines of writing were instantly carved on the tissue paper.

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

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

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Spiritual Skills Pavilion.

Second floor.

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

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the sound-transmitting paper crane in front of her with a hint of doubt.

Sound transmission paper crane?

In this immortal workshop, the only people I am familiar with are the people from the Lingji Pavilion.

If people from Lingji Pavilion want to find me, they can just come directly.

How could someone use voice transmission to contact me?

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

Immediately, she saw that the sound-transmitting paper crane that was originally flashing with light in front of her suddenly turned into a piece of thin paper.

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

"It turns out he's not dead"

After reading it, a flash of surprise flashed in Ping'er's eyes.

Haven’t seen each other for three years.

She thought He Song died in a corner somewhere.

Otherwise, after three years, it would be time to contact me anyway.

You know, the small box of tea she gave away was worth a lot of money.

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

But it was difficult to contact He Song in person, lest He Song feel that she was trying to repay a favor.

Therefore, after three years, she even felt in her heart that her original efforts were probably in vain, and He Song, whom she wanted to befriend, might have died long ago.

But now.

Look at the paper in your hand and the lines of writing on the paper.

She suddenly realized.

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

Congested.

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

Spiritual power surged from the fingertips and carved words on the paper.

"How dare you, my little girl, refuse to be invited by your Taoist friend? I don't know where your friend is, so I'll come over immediately."

"Bottle."

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

"I will wait for you at the Baihua Teahouse to welcome you."

However, after releasing the sound-transmitting paper crane, He Song thought for a moment and immediately placed a few thick earth talismans within easy reach.

Then he stood up and walked out of the door, heading straight towards where Baihua Tea House was.

Invite people to your home.

That is absolutely impossible.

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

Even if he has met someone a hundred and eighty times and has become a good friend, He Song will think twice before inviting someone to his home.

It's no different now than it used to be.

In the past, there were no secrets in the house, so it was okay to invite people over to the house.

Now the two formations in the house are running together. If someone finds out the clues, they may be targeted by countless monks immediately.

He Song didn't dare to take this kind of risk.

Baihua Teahouse.

Named after its signature flower tea.

Baihua tea is made from hundreds of exotic flower petals.

Once brewed, the fragrance of flowers overflows, as if you are among a hundred flowers, making you feel relaxed and happy.

Drink it in one sip and the fragrance will linger on your lips and teeth for three days.

Unfortunately, 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 casually entered an elegant room, ordered a pot of flower tea and put it aside, then took out the box of tea leaves from the bottle and began to slowly brew the tea.

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After a while.

The fragrance of tea spreads throughout the elegant room.

The bottle has also arrived.

Today, Ping'er no longer wore the special clothes of Lingji Pavilion as before, but instead changed into a light green robe.

The light green robe and some embellishments made the impression of Ping'er and He Song very different at this time.

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

A man depends on his clothes, and a horse depends on his saddle.

Sure enough, it was different after changing his clothes.

He Song secretly praised it in his heart, but didn't show it on his face.

This time I invited Ping'er to drink together because I suddenly remembered what 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 some things to ask.

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

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

Three years.

How many three years can there be in life?

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

She never thought that she would give gifts and want to make friends, but she would wait and wait for three years before the other party finally responded.

However, after meeting He Song in person, Ping'er's eyes flashed with inspiration, and her beautiful eyes suddenly took on a strange color.

A trace of dissatisfaction in his heart was also suppressed.

How come this person's cultivation level improves faster than his own?

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 fluctuations from He Song's body that had just broken through.