The setting sun had dissipated, darkness was gradually enveloping the sky, and the dim lanterns lit up in the distance, making them bright and gentle in the dark night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Ling Motang also lit the candles in the stone lamp in the small courtyard, so that the small courtyard was not so dim, she turned around and went back to the house to get the square table.

The candlestick was placed on the table and lit, and covered with a lampshade, and there were several pages of light paper on the table, on which were about the methods and chemical procedures of glass-making, and she pressed stones against the paper to prevent the paper from being blown away by the wind.

Qin Xue and Su Zhuohua are going to retreat, so their courtyard is uninhabited, and it is not good for her to sleep in their courtyard anymore, after all, if the owner is not at home, how can there be guests occupying the magpie's nest.

Therefore, Ling Motang planned to renovate the small courtyard during this period and clean up a sleeping place, the room was occupied by all kinds of equipment, bottles and cans, and there was no extra place to sleep, so she could only hit the idea outside the courtyard.

Originally, she was going to cut down the old tree that the three of them could hug together, but recently Ling Motang found that this old tree actually sprouted, and the newly bloomed leaves were verdant, she couldn't bear to start, so the two-story old tree continued to grow, maybe it would be cool in summer.

There was a pile of bricks in the corner of her yard, and she just used the pile of bricks to build a simple smelting platform and put it in the center of the yard, so that it was convenient to use, and in the corner of the wall, she could build a small corridor according to the wall, and the top of the corridor was fixed with wooden strips, half of the side seals could be sheltered from the wind and rain, and the couch was just right, and half of the side was hollowed out, and when it rained, you could lie on the hollow place to watch the rain. Plant a vine on top that can hang down, so it's a bit aesthetic.

It is best to plant roses on all three walls, because roses can swallow poisonous gases in the air and digest them, such as hydrogen sulfide, hydrogen fluoride, phenol, ether and other harmful substances, which can not only beautify the environment of the yard, but also purify the harmful gases left over from the production process.

She walked around in the small courtyard, holding charcoal in her hand and preliminarily building a model of the small courtyard on paper, these are almost fine, after all, this small courtyard will not live for long, and when she enters the inner door, she will redistribute the residence, and now as long as she can live and sleep.

Ling Motang is a doer, after the design is done, it will be done directly, there is an aura is different, chopping bricks and wood, and playing, the most important thing is that in the process of chopping bricks and wood, her movements are becoming more and more proficient, an hour later, the smelting table has been made, and she will use the remaining lime mixed with water to rebuild some broken places in the corners of the wall, so that the wall becomes smooth.

By the time this was done, the lime had been used up, and a large area had been vacated for the lime to be stacked, and the small courtyard was a little more spacious.

She stretched her limbs, sat down on the bench at the door, and carefully looked at the chemical formula of the glass in her hand, the main material of the glass was soda ash, limestone, quartz, soda ash she could already make very quickly, limestone and quartz as long as they were bought from the grocers.

There is nothing to do tonight, there is still some time that is not as good as meditating under the old tree, every time after meditating, I am refreshed and comparable to a dream, Ling Motang found a futon from the house and put it under the old tree, and I will fix this land for meditation and cultivation in the future.

A round of red sun climbed up from the east wall, Ling Motang just finished the operation of the whole twelve weeks, after a night of cultivation, a layer of greasy black sweat appeared on her body, she knew that this was due to the running of the Empty Essence Technique, the internal meridians automatically emitted the stains and toxins in the body when expanding and combing, after all, her ancestral Empty Essence Recipe had the effect of washing the marrow of the I Ching.

She endured the stains on her body and went back to her room, and she thought: "It's so troublesome to take a shower, if only there was running water." "She wants to make a tap water pipe to make it convenient for you, me and him, but the process is too complicated, she is just fighting alone, not to mention digging and burying pipes, even the pipes used to bury them in the ground are not something she can make by herself, so the idea of running water is better to think about it.

After Yun Ling boiled the water temperature to just right, she took a comfortable bath, and her body was refreshing, and her wet hair fell down naturally, and her long hair was already waist-high.

In the past, in modern times, she had short and medium hair, and when she saw a girl with long hair fluttering on the street, she always thought: I don't know if these people should pick their hair when they go to the public toilet and squat, and what are the consequences of not teasing?

After crossing, Ling Motang deeply realized that you must pick your hair when squatting in the pit, otherwise the consequences will be very serious and it will disgust you for a month.

For a while, she desperately wanted to cut her long hair, but was strongly opposed by Ling Xiao and Yu Wanyin.

The ancients believed that cutting long hair short suddenly was equivalent to being beheaded once, which was quite unlucky, in fact, it was also the same reason, such as a woman who was trapped in love suddenly cut her hair to cut off the red dust, in a sense, she was dead who lived in the red dust.

In ancient times, there was a saying that broken hair represented the killing of the head, so the ancients regarded hair as life, and it could only be trimmed for a short time and not more at one time.

Today, Ling Motang of Yanwutang doesn't want to go anymore, it is estimated that those inner disciples will have to use some means when they see her, more is better than less, she might as well read the book in her own courtyard and ponder what else can be made to make a fortune.

Ling Motang was loosely wearing a cyan school uniform, because the belt was not tied and the neckline was loose, the skin under the neck was smooth and translucent, and then the evenly symmetrical collarbones on both sides were exposed downward, her legs were nested in the back chair, a blue cloth blanket was randomly placed on her legs, and her long hair that was still hanging down with moisture was pushed behind her ears and looked down to read.

The warm sun rose as usual, and through the branches of the ancient trees, the golden sunlight sprinkled in front of the door, just enveloping her, lining her skin as white as snow.

For a while, the yard was very quiet, and the people were also quiet, which meant that the years were quiet.

It was the first time for Shen Yuan to enter Ling Motang's courtyard, and for some reason, he walked here after coming down from Chaogang Mountain, inexplicably wanting to see what Ling Motang, a person who seemed to be living a lively and noisy life every day, was doing.

The small space in the courtyard, and the strange things in the place made Shen Yuan's brows furrow slightly, and then looked in front of him Ling Motang, who was lazy with a scroll in his hand, this person really had no vigilance at all, Shen Yuan deliberately dispersed his aura and walked out, but Ling Motang, who lowered his eyebrows, just didn't react, and walked over to take a look, the corners of Shen Yuan's lips hooked: I thought that this person was suddenly studious, but it turned out that he fell asleep with a book.

He took out the "Hundred Grass Scroll" from Ling Motang's hand, flicked his fingers on Ling Motang's forehead, Ling Motang opened his eyes in a daze, and the cold and desireless face of Shen Yuan on the other side continued to enlarge in front of him.