In alchemy and alchemy, when the quality of the medicine stone and firewood has been fixed, the effect of the pill is good or not, and what depends on the heat.

Xie Xiaoman looked at the dancing flames under the Dan furnace, and from time to time controlled the size of it with the aura in his hand, slightly distracted.

The flame is a fascinating thing, constantly changing and beating, like some kind of pulse of life. If you look at it in a daze, you will even see the illusion that it has life.

In ancient times, there were sorcerers who could see the future through the flames, and if the aura between heaven and earth formed a closed loop, and there was a harmony between the front and back, such a thing was not impossible.

It's just that now, this spell has long been lost, and all that people can see from the flames is the subtle impermanence of the beating.

It's a good time to be in a daze.

There were already autumn leaves falling outside, and the window of the Danfang where Xie Xiaoman was completely closed, she couldn't see it, but she could hear it.

There was a crackling flame in his ears, and occasionally there were faint sounds outside, although these sounds were small, Xie Xiaoman could hear them clearly.

The aura washed through the meridians, and it also brought her an extraordinary perception ability.

She was in the secret room, but she could hear the short voices of the neighbors outside the courtyard, the sound of falling leaves outside, and the sound of Xianglan sighing in the other room.

Xianglan's sigh was very soft, soft, more of a helplessness.

Xiaobai was sleeping, the sound of breathing was very soft, occasionally shaking his fluffy ears, moving his teeth, and I don't know how many carrots he dreamed of.

Inside the Dan furnace, the sound of the medicine stone melting and condensing came from time to time, and Xie Xiaoman sensed it with a trace of free spiritual sense, and controlled it with the spiritual power of his fingertips.

She knew that if she pushed the door open and walked out of the courtyard, the voices of the entire Jiankang City would come to her. She can choose to ignore or listen quietly.

But Lao Tzu said that less is better. More is confused.

No one can see all the sounds in the world at once, and even if they hear it, they can't digest and absorb it.

It's like three thousand avenues, and no one can understand them all. To put it more simply. It's like a fork in the road in the woods, either left or right, you can only choose one of the two. That's it.

Of course, Confucius also said, "What do I do? Obsessed? Shooting? I hold the royal also. ”

Confucius wanted to drive and see all the roads. And not to reach the distant shore with archery.

But he is a saint, and everyone else is just an ordinary person.

It's like Schrödinger's cat, we are not quantum states, we can't be born or dead, and we can't be left or right.

One way to go to the black. Don't hit the south wall, don't look back.

That's it.

Xie Xiaoman controlled the aura in his hand and thought like this.

That's it.

So, the heart that had been churning all night finally settled down. Xie Xiaoman was silent.

In a dark world, darkness continued to envelop everything, and the flames were like the handfuls under the Dan furnace, not much different.

Xie Xiaoman looked at the flame and thought to himself, in fact, it may not be any different.

The flame in front of you is the accumulation of your own spiritual power, and the flame in the outside world is not also a manifestation of the spiritual power of heaven and earth?

What's the difference?

So Xie Xiaoman smiled lightly, sat cross-legged, and began to vomit.

The aura around her continued to flow into her body. Slowly but surely.

In this world where no one disturbed, in this world that belonged to her alone, her mood became quieter and quieter, quiet and almost indifferent.

She left a trail of spiritual consciousness in the outside world. It is used to monitor the fire of the Dan furnace. This spiritual sense also saw Xiaobai in the sleep at the same time, and Xianglan in the room next to him. But her mood did not have the uneasiness and confusion of Fang Cai.

It's as if once you enter this world, everything in the world begins to become thin and unimportant.

She seemed to have touched something that told her about human life and ants. There is no essential difference.

They are all walking proteins, proteins with a series of pulsed bioelectric signals...... For some reason, such a thought appeared in Xie Xiaoman's mind, making her mind more and more indifferent.

So time passed, Xianglan cooked the meal, looked at the Danfang with the doors and windows closed, and didn't dare to disturb, and she was embarrassed to eat first. A simple two-course dish, cold and hot, hot and cold.

The autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, and the sky is turning yellow.

It's not a sandstorm, it's just a real dusk, smearing the heavens and the earth with a layer of real yellow, but it is also a rare hue, there is no red glow, so the color is completely pure, rare to see.

Xianglan watched as the colors of the dusk painted the entire city, painted all over the roofs and eaves, and gradually slid down, converged, and came to an end.

The autumn leaves rustled and swayed, but they finally returned to calm.

The doors and windows of the Danfang were still closed, Xie Xiaoman did not come out to eat, and she did not hear any news about Guo Pu.

Come to think of it, it's still like that.

As soon as she thought of this, Xianglan's heart hurt slightly, and she picked up the chopsticks as if she was frightened and began to eat.

This time, she forgot to heat up the meal.

A tear slowly slipped down, like morning dew.

It's just that at this hour, the morning dew has not yet condensed.

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When it was night again, Xie Xiaoman refined a pair of five stone powders.

Recovering from the silence and pouring the medicinal powder into the prepared small porcelain bottle, Xie Xiaoman glanced at the night, and then realized that he hadn't slept for twenty-four hours.

When she cultivates to a certain level, she can clear the valley and be sleepless, but she can't do it yet.

The body was already very tired, but there was no sleepiness, Xie Xiaoman looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "It would be nice if I could refine sleeping pills or something, and it would be better to sell them on the market." But then again, people in this era have a lot of physical labor, and their usual consumption is relatively large, and their food is really healthy and simple, and there should be few people with insomnia. Well, I'd better write some talismans first, and sell them tomorrow. ”

"Hey, when are you going to give people alchemy pills to eat!" Xiaobai, who had turned into a human form, came over at this time and tugged at her sleeve flatteringly.

"Didn't you see that you are refining five stone powder for others, your elixir will wait for a while. Besides, I don't know what pills you should take. Hey, when I said this, I remembered it again, and I had to buy some prescriptions, there were too few prescriptions recorded in the "Scattered Cultivation Record", and most of them were usually used to treat diseases and save people. Xie Xiaoman shook his head helplessly.

Xiaobai was a little unhappy, pursed his mouth, and poked the index fingers of his two hands together.

Seeing him look so pitiful, Xie Xiaoman reached out and rubbed his head: "Don't worry, it's not like I won't get it for you." Isn't this the outside first and then the inside, first do what you owe to outsiders, and then make it for yourself. I didn't even make the pills I ate myself, after refining the five stone powders and making some money, I will study the pills you can eat, okay. ”

Xiaobai grinned and nodded hurriedly, obviously very happy with the term "own family". Oh, it's supposed to be your own demon.

"As for Sister Xianglan," I thought of Guo Pu again, but for some reason, this time, Xie Xiaoman's heart was no longer dazed and uneasy before meditating, and he was much more indifferent, "I didn't say anything to her today, she must have understood that she didn't find much...... That's it, that's it. Xiaobai, the moonlight is good tonight, you go and absorb the aura. I'll write a few simple talismans and take them to the West Market tomorrow to see if they can be sold. ”

"Okay." Xiaobai was obedient and obedient, and flew up with a twist, fluttering like a fairy.

Xie Xiaoman couldn't help but admire, and after turning around to find a pen, grinding cinnabar, and laying the purchased rune paper on the bookcase, the whole set of actions came to an abrupt end.

What kind of seal to write?

Xie Xiaoman scratched his head.

In fact, there are not many runes and seals that I know, and most of them are runes and seals such as the first fire talisman and the wind introduction talisman, which are really of little use to ordinary people.

There is only one town character, which can be used for town houses, and it is more suitable for selling to ordinary people. But...... He is not an old man with a white beard and fairy wind bones, how can anyone believe that his talisman is effective?

If you are an immortal cultivator, you can still see the aura in your own talisman, but ordinary people can't see it. For them, whether an immortal master's Dao method is subtle or not, they can basically only rely on observing appearances. And their appearance ......

Xie Xiaoman pinched his face, thinking that even An Zi's mother in Lanyue Tower couldn't believe that she was a monk no matter what, and there must be no difference between the others.

What is going to be done......

Xie Xiaoman fiddled with the brush in his hand, and when he caught a glimpse of the embers under the Dan furnace, he had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of something.

That's right! Just do it! Absolutely! What a genius I'm a genius!

His eyes lit up, Xie Xiaoman didn't hesitate any longer, gathered his spiritual power on the tip of his pen, and wrote several different runes in one go, almost all of the runes he knew.

When she stopped writing, it was almost midnight, and Xie Xiaoman let out a sigh of relief, because she used too much spiritual power, her face was already slightly pale. Looking at the almost exhausted cinnabar, I thought to myself that if these things couldn't be sold, I could only lick my face and go back to Wuyi Lane to ask for money...... However, if you can go back or twice, do you still have to rely on the Xie family for the rest of your life?

Just thinking of this, Xie Xiaoman couldn't help but blush. I still have to work hard tomorrow!

Carefully put away the talismans, looked up at Xiaobai who was spitting out Yuehua on the roof, Xie Xiaoman yawned, and slept on the floor at will.

Her mood was no longer as chaotic as yesterday, and she fell asleep after a short time, so she went into meditation for another night.

Early in the morning of the second day, Xie Xiaoman got up early, took all the talismans and seals he had written yesterday, said hello to Xianglan, and arranged for Xiaobai to take a good look at the door, and then went to the West Market by himself.

She didn't rush to set up a stall to sell talismans. Although the time she has been in Jiankang City has not been short, in fact, she has not visited the West and East markets much.

This time, she has plenty of time, so she can take a good look and buy something for Sister Xianglan that can make her happy. More importantly, look at where there are places to sell Danfang and Fu seals. (To be continued.) )