Qin Chuan lifted his head slightly. When he saw Ming Gong, a smile appeared on his face.
"It's been five hundred years since we last met. Fellow Daoist's cultivation has become even more profound.”
Qin Chuan put down Little White and casually exchanged a few pleasantries before inviting Zhao Gongming to take a seat.
Hearing Qin Chuan's words, Zhao Gongming was delighted.
The Sage was indeed perceptive, seeing through his realm breakthrough with a single glance.
It was not easy to gain the recognition of a Saint.
Zhao Gongming quickly stood up and bowed humbly to Qin Chuan,""It's all thanks to Senior's guidance. Otherwise, even if I cultivated for another 100,000 years, I wouldn't have reached this level.”
100,000 years of bitter cultivation?
Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment.
It seemed that this kid's talent was not much better than his.
If he was given 100,000 years, he should be able to break through to the Heaven Immortal realm.
Fortunately, this kid still listened to his guidance and jumped out of the crooked ways of indulging in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
He could also be considered to have gained merit.
He could only hope that this kid would not forget his own good.
"Sit down first. I'll make a pot of tea. Let's have a good chat.”
Qin Chuan stood up and walked towards the back of the cave abode.
Meanwhile, Zhao Gongming was extremely excited.
He was brewing tea, and it was a saint who was brewing tea for him.
How great of a fate did one have to be to enjoy the tea brewed by a Saint?
Could it be that I, Zhao Gongming, am really going to be favored by the Sage?
Zhao Gongming calmed down slightly and looked down at Lin Qi who was crawling at his feet.
"Fellow Daoist, you really have a good immortal fate. To be able to accompany the Sage often, I really envy you.”
When Lin Qi heard this, he didn't say anything and just rolled his eyes at Zhao Gongming.
After that, it put its paws up and down, and like a little pet in the secular world, it lay on the ground and dozed off.
After a while, Qin Chuan came out from the back hall with a tea set in his hands.
Zhao Gongming quickly came over to help.
However, when he saw the tea leaves in the tea pot, he was slightly stunned.
It was actually mortal tea.
Zhao Gongming was slightly disappointed.
He had thought that he would be able to taste the immortal tea that the Saints drank.
However, it was enough. Even if the tea brewed by a Saint was not immortal tea, it would definitely be far superior to immortal tea.
After setting up the tea set.
Qin Chuan sat in his original position, not allowing Zhao Gongming to interfere.
It was obvious that this kid didn't know anything about tea. It was better to do it himself.
Qin Chuan shot out a ball of fire and lit up a small stove beside him.
After the water boiled, Qin Chuan poured the boiling water into the teapot and quickly poured it out.
This is called washing the pot.
The Way of Tea seemed simple, but it was actually profound.
Every action, every step, and even every minute detail of the tea-maker could affect the taste of the tea.
Zhao Gongming was a little bored at first.
However, when he saw Qin Chuan's actions, his eyes suddenly turned illusory.
In a trance, he seemed to have entered a state of Dao.
The fragrance of the tea wafted in the air. It was fresh and elegant, as if it could cleanse one's soul.
His entire body was floating like a fairy, as if he was drunk, but it was different from a drunken state.
At this moment, his Dao heart was constantly consolidating, and the anxiety in his heart about the matter of becoming a god was also resolved.
He watched Qin Chuan's actions. Every time he raised his teacup, every time he poured out boiling water.
His every move was natural and smooth, full of artistic beauty.
The circulation of Dao runes made people inexplicably calm down.
After a long time, Zhao Gongming felt his heart shake.
In an instant, his Dao heart actually entered a state of calm and still water.
At this moment, Zhao Gongming came back to his senses.
A cup of crystal clear fragrant tea was already placed in front of him.
The fragrance of the tea was lingering in the clouds. It was clear and faint, melodious and mellow, and the aftertaste was endless.
As for Qin Chuan, he was currently smiling at him as he made an inviting gesture.
(I've sent seven chapters today. I'm sure all the big shots are in the comments section. It's really too bleak. Thank you ~)
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