Eight o'clock in the evening.

Pang Xie moved a wooden chair and sat firmly in front of the fire, staring at the soup pot.

During the day, he boiled seven or eight pots of soup in a row, in fact, he was practicing his hands, after all, his medicinal diet technique was obtained from the supernatural powers, although it was easy to come, but it was not very solid, many details need to be practiced, carefully tasted.

The seven or eight pots of soup cooked in front of him, although the effect is also extraordinary, but in Pang Xie's eyes, all of them cannot be regarded as qualified, either the fire is too fierce and produces medicinal poison, or the fire is insufficient, and the medicinal properties are not fully stimulated.

After boiling seven or eight pots of soup, he had a little experience, chose the best ingredients, and made this good pot of soup.

Half an hour later, it was getting late, the stars were beginning to appear, and the thick soup in the pot gradually exuded a refreshing aroma.

Pang Xie slowly stood up, turned off the stove on the stove, but did not immediately open the lid of the pot, but closed his eyes slightly, put his hands on the handles on both sides of the soup pot, and urged the cyclone in the dantian, and passed a stream of aura through the "medicine" rune, and then passed through the Tianshu acupoint in the abdomen, passed the Taiyi acupoint in front of the chest, passed through the Quchi acupoint of the forearm, reached the Shenmen acupoint of the wrist, and finally introduced into this pot of medicinal food.

The pot is full of mortal ingredients, no matter how high the means, the effect is limited, if you want to really make a medicinal diet that is beneficial to cultivation, the key is this "medicine" supernatural power.

This supernatural power will not only teach him medical skills, but also the runes containing supernatural powers are the most important thing.

The seven or eight pots of soup that Pang Xie had cooked before, because of the many people and miscellaneous eyes, had not introduced aura, although it also had some effect on strengthening the body, but it was not an elixir in the end, and it was not until this moment that he used his magical power for the first time to stimulate the medicinal properties hidden in the deepest part of the ingredients.

After the aura is introduced into the soup pot through both hands, the medicinal food in the soup pot suddenly boils, the shaking pot lid can't help shaking, and the thick aroma comes to the nose.

Pang Xie's face remained unchanged, and he still urged the dantian cyan cyclone, and the aura couldn't help but be introduced into the soup.

After a while, the soup pot slowly calmed down, the thick aroma gradually disappeared, all the ingredients in the medicinal diet melted, and there was no trace of aroma in the pot of thick soup in front of me, just like a pot of bland boiled water.

Pang Xie has practiced Taoism for many years, and he knows the principle of cultivation, knowing that this is the truth of "the gods are obscure, and the real water has no fragrance", he immediately opened the lid of the pot, held the half-meter-high soup pot with both hands, and swallowed it in a big gulp, regardless of the hot medicinal food.

If it is a different person, even if you don't get burned to death by drinking soup like this, you will be full in two or three mouthfuls, and you won't be able to drink much, but Pang Xie refined the "drinking water" rune last night, and there is a strange organ in his body, which is completely different.

This organ is very strange, although it is very small, only the size of a finger egg, but it can absorb a large amount of liquid, and when the liquid enters, it is immediately digested and absorbed, as if it is poured into a black hole, and disappears.

Because this organ was created by visualizing the ancient god whale, Ponsei gave it a name, called "whale sac".

In the blink of an eye, a pot of thick soup went down to his stomach, Rao is innate Dao body, his cheeks were also hot, and large beads of sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

Pang Xie immediately sat down cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his five hearts to the sky, his eyes to his nose, his nose and mouth, and his mouth to his heart, refining the medicinal power contained in the medicinal diet with his heart.

The medicinal power contained in the medicinal diet volatilized in his abdomen, turning into wisps of pure essence, swimming among the five internal organs.

Pang Xie silently used the "Xuangong Tips" to urge the dantian cyclone, refining this wisp of essence into wisps of spiritual energy, and pouring into the dantian cyclone.

He has achieved the realm of "metamorphosis", in addition to directly absorbing the free aura between heaven and earth, he can also refine the essence in the body into aura, but the essence in the human body is limited, if there is no additional supplement, just blindly refining, sooner or later it will drag down the body, and this method can only be used if there is an external essence supplement.

In fact, if it is in a place where the vitality of heaven and earth is sufficient, the essence produced by this little medicinal diet in front of him should not be of great use, but now that the vitality of the world is meager, this method is also a supplementary method.

Half an hour later, Pang Xie felt the pale cyan cyclone in the dantian thicken slightly, gradually transforming into dark cyan, and he couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

He silently calculated, and used this magic power to use only a point of aura, but the feedback was enough for ten points, this pot of medicinal food was enough to withstand his seven-day penance, which is still the premise of choosing some ordinary ingredients, if you can select ingredients, I am afraid it is more than this.

The night is dark and the lights are long.

After Pang Xie finished drinking the medicinal food, it was not early, so he cleaned up the kitchenware, locked the door of the restaurant, and turned around and walked towards the company dormitory.

The restaurant is located in a three-story building on the east side of the Chang'an branch, and the company dormitory is in a five-story building on the west side of the base.

The pale yellow chrysanthemums are in full bloom, swaying in the wind under the light breeze of the night breeze, and the flowers are swaying and the leaves are swinging.

As Pongser passed by the flower bed, five or six flight attendants, dressed in dark blue uniforms, hurried out of the office building, pulled orange gift boxes, boarded a minibus, and headed to the airport for a night flight.

Unlike other places, airlines do not have a clear commuting time, planes fly in the sky all day long, and flight attendants are naturally busy from morning to night.

Pang Xie suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked in the direction of the car, his eyes showing a little surprise.

Just now, he smelled the faint fragrance of plants and trees again, but this trace of aroma was extremely faint, and mixed with the fragrance of chrysanthemums, so he didn't react immediately, and when he could distinguish the fragrance, several people had already left in the car.

Pang Xie was a little regretful, he was attracted by the spirit of grass and trees, so he decided to come to work in Donghai Airlines, but he didn't expect to miss it in person, but he was not in a hurry, these people were in the same company as him, and sooner or later when they met, even if they couldn't find it for a while, it was nothing.

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Walk through the flower beds to the guesthouse.

Pang Xie went straight to the fifth floor, took out the room card, and opened the door, the room number is "532".

The furnishings in the house are very simple, only the most basic tables, chairs and beds, and everything else has to be added by Pang Xie himself, but fortunately it is a single room, so you don't have to crowd with others, and you can save a lot of accommodation costs.

Pang Xie sat on the soft sofa and turned on the TV casually, and the colorful picture suddenly lit up on the screen.

There is a shower gel advertisement playing on the TV, beautiful flowers and flowers, simple and clichéd.

Pang Xie held his chin and watched it with relish, not talking about the content of the show, just this kind of dynamic picture already made him feel the novelty of his identity.

Whether it is the technique of "mirroring the moon and the moon" to convey the picture, or the technique of "transmitting sound for a thousand miles" to transmit sound, it is not something that ordinary practitioners can perform, let alone combine the two into one.

It's still early, Pang Xie is not in a hurry to rest, tap the remote control and keep changing the channel backwards, with the tap of his finger, dozens of channels continue to change, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, tragicomedy from all over the time and everywhere continue to appear on the screen, but it opened his eyes.

After watching it for a while, Pang Xie turned off the TV and silently used the "Xuangong Tips", urging the cyan cyclone in his body to absorb the weak vitality between heaven and earth.

Although cultivation is not a day's work, it must not be slackened for a day.

Although the path of cultivation is roughly divided into the sevenfold realms of metamorphosis, thought, non-leakage, knowing fate, unrestrained, immortal, and immortal, it is far more than that.

In the realm of "metamorphosis" alone, there are six difficulties to be passed: muscles, nerves, epithelium, internal organs, bone marrow and cerebral marrow.

These six levels are all water mill kung fu, which requires him to absorb the vitality between heaven and earth day and night, and then transform the vitality into his own aura, and then use the exercises to urge the aura, gradually transform these six organizations, and finally push the physical body to the inhuman realm.

Even in the ancient period when there was plenty of vitality, it would take decades to cross these six levels, not to mention today, when the vitality was declining, but it could not be delayed for a day.

Pang Xie collected his mind and sank into a steady state.

Now that he has embarked on the path of cultivation, he needs very little sleep, and he can completely replace the surface of the water with his cultivation, so he does not have to worry about running out of energy.

The night dawned, and the light grew brighter.

Pang Xie changed into snow-white overalls and went to work in the restaurant.

Demons are different from humans, demons advocate individuals and pay attention to mavericks, while humans advocate collectivity and pay attention to division of labor and cooperation.

Pang Xie is not reluctant to work, on the one hand, because he has just transformed into a human and is full of curiosity about everything in the world, on the other hand, with Bai Suzhen in front of him, such a powerful demon will also sit in the human world to ask for a consultation, which must contain some secrets that he doesn't know yet.

He came to the back kitchen of the restaurant, greeted Lu Qingcheng, and went to cook the soup by himself, neither talking much nor doing much.

From this day on, he worked during the day, kept the stove fire to make soup, and waited for everyone to leave at night, and then carefully cooked medicinal food, exerting "medicine" magic powers, and stimulating the medicinal properties in it.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and Zhang Fatzi comes every day to see how Pang Xie is doing, and he also brought him all kinds of daily necessities.

Pang Xie also gradually began to become familiar with human life.