The wooden barrel was carefully taken out of the small snow room, and the jade bowl placed in the barrel compartment was as good as ever. Inside the jade bowl, there are dewdrops that Ringbell carefully treasured from Ganhua Creek for one night.

This ice crystal dew should be the best raw material for making tea.

The jade bowl was placed on the wooden table, and the bell was not in a hurry to see the tea.

She turned around and looked carefully at the little fishing scholar who was still asleep.

At this time, Qingwen, although she had been given first aid by ringing the bell the day before, the qi and blood that broke the seal were basically stored and fixed in the Zhongtang acupoint, and she would not run around.

Although she took a hot bath and removed the fragmented energy crumbs due to the printing, she was much safer, but she was still in a comatose sleep.

Come to think of it, after the body of the waste wood has done its best, it has no physical strength, except for the pulse, the strength and physical strength are gone.

At this moment, Ringing wants to use his own cultivation skills, the "clearing" of Qingcha, to guide Qingwen out of the predicament.

Engrossedly, Bell gently pulled out a piece of hot charcoal from the charcoal basin that had been prepared with a wooden clip as old as a tea pot.

As if offering incense, she held the wooden clamp in her left hand and gently sprinkled the water from the wooden spoon on the red charcoal block with her right hand.

With the sound of "stinging, stinging, stinging", and the process of turning the water into white vapor when it is heated, everything seems to be ready to take shape......

Ringbell put down the utensils in her hand, and she folded her hands and stood on the side of the case.

Holding her breath to experience the movement of the snowflakes outside the grass hut at this time, Ringing finally judged the wind, and then, she did not rush to operate, but calmly chose a direction to place the charcoal.

After that, along with the inner understanding of the wind and snow outside the window, the bell consciously drives the wind in the sea of consciousness, and coordinates with the wind outside the window, first the east wind goes away, and then the west wind returns.

I saw the white steam slowly rising, little by little, slowly drifting onto the porcelain on the wooden case, the jade bowl......

This clear air lingers, and then, it is all melted on the outer wall of the jade bowl as cold as jade.

The porcelain is warm and cold, and it is condensed when it is hot.

So, inexplicably, the mist of white vapor washed the porcelain into extraordinarily white, translucent and clean, and then condensed into water droplets on the porcelain wall.

The idea of ringing the bell continues, and the breeze of white vapor does not stop......

In the blink of an eye, there is no longer a gap between the heat of the porcelain and the white steam, so the water droplets on the porcelain have dissipated without a trace.

At this point, the bell "white crane bathing" borrows the body of fire, wind and porcelain...... It's done.

Now, it's time to treat Qingwen......

The days are long, and the light and shadow are shifting.

On the mountain, the cultivation of several brothers is being lively.