Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

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Seeing this, He Song secretly nodded in his heart, picked up the teacup and placed it in front of him, but he didn't drink it.

It's better to be cautious with first-time encounters.

However, He Song listened to Zhao Lin's words and became slightly interested in the relationship between him and Meng Guan.

In the small circle formed by He Song, Meng Guan, and Wei Fan.

Meng Guan's nickname was Lao Meng, and both He Song and Wei Fan called him that.

Wei Fan didn't have a nickname, so both He Song and Meng Guan called him Wei.

As for He Song, due to his cultivation level and age, both Wei Fan and Meng Guan called him Mr. He.

It wasn't that they were distant, but He Song didn't like being called Little He or Little Song, and the other two were older than him, so after some discussion, they always called each other Mr. He.

Now, hearing Zhao Lin calling Meng Guan Meng-brother.

He Song immediately understood.

The relationship between Zhao Lin and Meng Guan was good, but it hadn't reached the level for him to join their small circle.

However, it should be very close.

If Meng Guan hadn't left suddenly, maybe in a few years, their small circle of three would have one more person.

With thoughts flashing through his mind, He Song's hands were not slow.

He placed the amulet ink he had been holding in his hand on the table.

He Song looked at the messy desk in front of him, thinking that he had brought the right thing this time.

This messy desk seemed to be Zhao Lin's workspace for amulet making, filled with various tools for the job.

At a glance, an impressive amulet pen.

A few plates of dark red unknown amulet ink.

And sheets of amulet paper scattered everywhere.

The existence of these items made the table in front of him extraordinarily messy.

"Sorry for the intrusion. I've heard from Lao Meng before that Mr. Zhao is good at making amulets, so I brought some amulet ink as a gift. I hope you don't mind." He Song pushed the amulet ink towards Zhao Lin, speaking as he did so.

Meng Guan's letter did mention that Zhao Lin was good at making amulets.

He Song was just catering to his preferences, and bought some amulet ink at the Stall Section.

It's not something very valuable, but it's better than showing up empty-handed.

"I appreciate the gift, Mr. He. If you ever need spirit amulets in the future, feel free to come and find me. As long as I can make them, I'll make sure you don't suffer any losses." Zhao Lin took the amulet ink and secretly glanced at it, his enthusiasm in his eyes increased.

Although he didn't lack amulet ink, there was a significant difference between buying it himself and receiving it as a gift from someone else.

When he was a spiritual plant farmer, no one would give him gifts, and he couldn't even find a way to give gifts to others.

Now, with He Song's visit and gift, his heart was genuinely pleased.

After accepting the gift, the two became acquainted.

Recalling Meng Guan's instructions to look after He Song before leaving, Zhao Lin had some guesses about He Song's relationship with him.

Perhaps, He Song could enlighten him.

With this thought in his mind, Zhao Lin immediately asked, "By the way, Mr. He, do you know why Meng-brother suddenly left? He looked hurried, as if he had something urgent, but I didn't ask for details because I was a bit drowsy at the time..."

In the end, an awkward expression flashed across Zhao Lin's face.

It wasn't that he didn't ask because he was drowsy.

He was just stunned by the sudden pie in the sky, so he didn't ask at all.

Before last night, he couldn't imagine Meng Guan would suddenly leave and hand over his duties to him.

As a result, he was bewildered all night and didn't come to his senses until this morning.

"That's not a secret. In a few days, Mr. Zhao will naturally know." Instead of answering Zhao Lin's question, He Song saw that his goal had been achieved and didn't continue to stay.

Therefore, after reluctantly responding to Zhao Lin for a while, He Song quickly bid farewell and left.

The news of the Red Spirit Gold Mine was indeed not a secret.

However, He Song wouldn't share some insider information with a newly acquainted cultivator.

His source of information was Wei Fan, who could definitely obtain more accurate information compared to ordinary cultivators.

But in a few days, the news of the Red Spirit Gold Mine recruiting loose cultivator miners would certainly spread throughout the Immortal Pavilion.

At that time, it was uncertain how the loose cultivators and internal cultivators of the Immortal Pavilion would react.

By then, Zhao Lin would naturally understand the reason for Meng Guan's departure.

There was no need for him to say anything in advance.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Lin.

It took He Song a few minutes to return to his doorstep.

Glancing at the neighbor's house, a thoughtful expression flashed in He Song's eyes.

In Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion.

He Song knew quite a few people.

However, very few could be called good friends.

Wei Fan, Meng Guan, Lin Cong, these three were the only close friends He Song had in Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion.

Lin Cong, the burly man living next to He Song.

As a loose cultivator, he relied on partnering with others to hunt demonic beasts for a living and had extraordinary combat strength.

He Song even had to rely on Wei Fan, a Qi-refining late stage cultivator, as his backer because of Lin Cong's formidable strength. freeweb(n)ovel.co(m)

Fortunately, the other party didn't harbor any malicious intentions.

Now, they had known each other for more than five years.

Over these five years, their relationship had developed from mere neighbors to good friends who could chat freely.

They often sat together for tea and talked about interesting experiences they'd had.

"It's been... half a month since we last saw each other, right?" He Song thought in his mind, trying to remember the last time he saw Lin Cong.

Half a month's time could pass in the blink of an eye in ordinary circumstances.

However, He Song clearly remembered that half a month ago, Lin Cong had come to him and said that he was about to break through the fourth-tier of Qi Refining.

Having not seen him for half a month, He Song didn't know whether Lin Cong had successfully broken through.

His gaze lingered on Lin Cong's house for a moment, but He Song shook his head and decided not to disturb him.

If he went over now and happened to interrupt Lin Cong's crucial breakthrough, it might affect their relationship and make things awkward.

Once Lin Cong successfully reached the Qi-refining mid stage, he could congratulate him later.

With these thoughts in mind, He Song was about to enter his house when a door-opening sound suddenly came to his ears.

He Song looked in the direction of the sound.

He discovered, however, that it wasn't Lin Cong who opened the door, but his other neighbor.

Lin Cong lived on the left side of his house, and this family lived on the right side.

"Hello, Song!" a childish voice greeted He Song.

"Mr. He, just got back?" The old man held the little girl's hand and smiled as he greeted He Song.

This old man and the young girl moved in two years ago.

The neighbor who used to live to the right of He Song's house had some connection with He Song, but one day, the neighbor hurriedly left and never returned. Since then, He Song had never seen him again.

It wasn't until a month later, when this old man and the young girl moved in, that He Song had to accept the sudden change of neighbors.

As for the original neighbor, whether he was alive or dead, He Song didn't know.