The caravan usually does this thing, and everyone doesn't care, but Deng Hao is careful, for fear of frightening the female guest, so he ordered his subordinates to move the bear corpse to a place far downwind and bury it, and avoid attracting other fierce beasts or monsters in the mountains to the door. Fighting this bear demon today, everyone is already very tired, and they don't want to have another incident for no reason.

After grinding for a while, Liu Yimian finally cooked dinner. I think it's because I sympathize with everyone's hard work today, I burned an extra dish tonight, and a few more slices of salted meat were added to the soup, which made all the men smile.

Cui Yingying had to show up in the afternoon, and after getting to the boulder, she hid back in the car. This afternoon was frightened and dusty, and everyone was covered in ash and sweat. Women love to be clean, so everyone saw Zhang Sheng hurriedly finish his share of the meal, and went to find water with a bucket. Fortunately, the first thing the whistle did after climbing the boulder was to look for a water source, and now he pointed it out to Zhang Sheng, but there was a small stream flowing less than a hundred zhang away from the station.

Zhang Sheng's body was already thin, and he had to hit twenty catties of water from a hundred zhang away, and when he walked back, he was already out of breath, his cheeks were pink, and he was stunned by the men in the camp, and after a while, he slapped himself in the face, and secretly cursed, "This is really a demon"!

Zhang Sheng had dried a piece of cotton cloth by the fire, and this time he took it and walked into the carriage, thinking that he was wiping his wife's body. As a man, he was turned around by his wife, pointing east and not daring to go west, which really lost the face of a seven-foot man. These reckless men don't say anything in their mouths, but they all look down on him in their hearts.

However, Ning Xiaoxian didn't think so. On earth, a man who is willing to pour water for his wife's feet and bath is a good man! This shows that he is considerate, that he is gentle, and of course, as long as he does not offer hospitality before and after his salary.

So she praised in a low voice: "What a good man." "Speaking from the heart, although Zhang Sheng is timid and cowardly, he is really good to his wife.

Then she heard the Changtian ghost answer in a daze, "You actually like this?" and her tone was full of disbelief.

Alas, of course it was unbelievable, she thought, Changtian was even more arrogant and good-looking than ordinary men, and it was hard to imagine what he looked like when he gave a woman bathwater. Oh, I guess he won't be able to do such a thing in his life, right? She said angrily: "Isn't it okay? Zhang grew up and was handsome, kind and considerate to his wife, what's wrong?"

"Whatever you want. He was silent for a while before he said, "But the evening class is about to start, so why don't you come in quickly!"

"What! still have to do evening classes?!" this time it was her turn to be incredulous. The voice was accidentally amplified, and the people around looked over, she stuck out her tongue, and walked a few steps away before whispering, "I'm tired today, I need to rest, and I still have to do evening classes?" She didn't see Mr. Yan holding a bowl in his hand, looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

"Where are you tired?"

"Why didn't I survive death twice! I also saved the fat man's life, and now the whole caravan is tired and paralyzed, why am I the only one who has to do another evening class?

Changtian was silent for a while.

"It's really not fair. As soon as he opened his mouth, Ning Xiaoxian immediately smiled with crooked eyebrows, who knew that he went on to say, "How can there be a fair way to cultivate immortals? Is it fair for other monks that you are in charge of the Gods and Demons Prison and have my help? One day, you will meet an opponent who you can't beat, do you think it's fair?"

"Today, you are just watching a fight and running for your life in a car, so what kind of fatigue can you talk about? Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. How dare you be so lazy?" Well, arguing with her along the way, his words became sharper and sharper, and she was often speechless.

She was angry. Changtian has been more and more fond of educating her recently, and I really hope that he will turn back into the taciturn ice cube he just met!

She walked back to the car quickly, dodged into the fifth floor of the God and Demon Prison, and heard his voice in her ears: "What are you running there for?"

"Take a bath!"

"Don't you usually say that you have to get covered in dust after finishing your evening class?" her behavior is sometimes incomprehensible.

"I want to take a bath, I like to take a bath, can you take care of it?" she said angrily. No one has a good wife, and someone has a husband who can diligently fetch water for her, so the aunt and grandmother have to serve themselves to wash themselves!

Her anger frightened the fish into flight. Fortunately, when the caravan passed through the previous county, she had the wisdom to buy a large wooden barrel, so that she could enjoy the barrel bath that she envied so much on earth every day - her uncle's bathroom was too small to fit a shower, and there was no room for a bathtub or a barrel.

The spring water was very cool and refreshing, and after she immersed herself in the water, she realized how tired and tired she was, and every muscle in her body was on strike, and even more hated the harshness of Changtian.

She soaked in it for half an hour, and then she dissipated the heat of her body, and slowly dissipated the anger of her body. Maybe it was because he felt her anger, and Changtian didn't say anything during this time.

She turned her head and looked at the field of hope beside her—the soil was burdened with a heavy responsibility, and she couldn't turn back into a little jelly for a while. In the one-foot-square pale yellow soil, a delicate seedling has emerged at this time, but it is only more than two feet high, with round leaves and thin stems green, like a small potted plant sold in a supermarket, and the whole body is full of cuteness.

It's just such a cute thing, in ancient times, it was hard for her to imagine that the gods and demons could snatch their heads?

She wiped off the water droplets on her body, changed into clean clothes, and went to the bottom of the Gods and Demons Prison. The Dan furnace bought in Siping County was squatting neatly on the black stone floor, and the hearth had been stuffed with firewood and was slowly preheating. It seems that Changtian helped her complete the preliminary work.

"It's the end of the unitary hour (7 p.m.). I'll raise the fire for you, and you'll do the rest. "Long Tian was buried in the pile of books, and he didn't raise his head," I still practice gold sore medicine and Qu Huang San today. From tomorrow, you can test Xiao Pei Yuan Dan. ”

It's really amazing to say that the medicines in this world are actually produced by small handmade workshops - whether they are immortal or secular families, they must be refined in the Dan furnace, and of course the medicinal power and medicinal effects are strange. The Golden Sore Pill and Qu Huang San that she refined tonight were entry-level pills for alchemy, also known as mortal pills. The former is effective for hemostasis and pain relief and healing of trauma, while the latter is a drug that blindly avoids poison and detoxifies.

Changtian has a book of Dan Fang in his hand, and the Dan pills recorded in it have miraculous effects. It's a pity that her current stage number is too low, and she doesn't have a natal true fire to use as a pill fire, so she can't practice such an immortal medicine at all. But not now, it doesn't mean that it can't be in the future, so Changtian asked her to start with mortals, and the daily evening class is alchemy.

The Danfang she is using now was obtained from a medicine store in a small county she was passing by, and she bought medicinal herbs with a total price of eighty taels of silver, and the store gave her a set of Danfang with a smile, and patted her chest to ensure that this was the handwriting of a certain master treasured in the store, and no one else could get it. She didn't believe this, and when she returned to the car, she saw that it was actually all kinds of entry-level pill refining methods. It can be seen that profiteers are the same cunning no matter what time and space they are in.

When the temperature in the furnace rose, she squatted down and put the first few ingredients into the furnace in order. Alchemy is particularly particular about the heat, quantity and order, and after many days of practice, she twisted musk, yellow wax, blood exhaustion and other medicines, and the quantity and weight have been relatively accurate.

In this world, there is a special "Dan scale" for weighing medicinal materials, but it is not as accurate as the other world, so excellent alchemists pay great attention to the cultivation of hand feel.

There was a slight popping sound in the furnace, and she grabbed the frankincense again and was about to throw it in, but she heard Changtian suddenly say: "Wrong, the frankincense weighs five baht!"

This demon only weighed five baht and found out, who was this medicine in his hands, why would he know the specific weight? This is not scientific! (Take the ancient measurement method: 1 tael = 240 baht) But the miracle of the Changtian Grand Governor is more than this. When she first started learning alchemy, even if she used the Dan scale, the weight calculation results never satisfied him.

"Not bad, now it's only a five-baht deviation. Twenty days ago, you could have 20 baht of error. "Is this a compliment, or is it a scar?

Tonight's long day was very strange, and although he was reading quietly as usual, her sixth sense, which had always been very effective, told her that there was a strong anger in this person. Alas, maybe men, oh no, it's a mythical beast that always has a few days a month, and the mood will be very low?

The thought in her mind turned, but her hand kept moving. In the past 20 days, she has learned the refining methods of three or four medicines, although they are all conventional medicines, they also have a certain market in the medicine stores of the city and county. What's more, Changtian looked at the Danfang she got back, and easily changed a few medicines, and the effect was very different. Like the gold sore medicine she is refining, the effect of stopping bleeding and closing the wound will be twice as good as that of ordinary gold sore medicine.

Don't underestimate this effect, people who survive in the mountains and wilderness may point to this millimeter difference in medicinal effects to fight for their lives.

Ning Xiaoxian sat without saying a word, but he was silently counting in his heart. Although she is usually active, she is so engrossed in alchemy that Changtian is a little surprised. Maybe some people's endowments need to be dug deep to discover. When she counted to four hundred and fifty, she suddenly reached out and lifted the top lid of the Dan furnace, and a burst of hot air wrapped in the fragrance of medicine steamed out.

The time for uncovering is very important, if it is early, the pill is not ripe, and if it is late, the effect will decrease. When is it just right? Honestly, no one knows. It's all about the experience and feeling of the alchemist. What Changtian asked her to train repeatedly, in fact, is the word feeling.

The heat dissipated, and the medicine in the furnace was revealed: black ointment covered the plates, and although it was not good-looking, it was fragrant. It's done!

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