"Miss, let you take a moment to come over. Zhao Yingluo took the hot tea handed over by Lan'er, and was just about to take a few sips when he saw the little girl saying a little mysteriously on the side.

"What's the matter, the expression is so weird? Also, I hope that when I enter the house in the future, I can drink warm tea immediately, instead of this kind of boiling water that can be scalded even by dead pigs. He looked at the little girl and pretended to be serious.

"Miss Ben knows. Grimacing at Zhao Yingluo, Lan'er continued to tidy up the study she hadn't cleaned up just now.

Yu Wenshuang's room was just a wall away from him, and he knocked on the door twice but no one answered. Zhao Ying hesitated slightly, but still pushed the door and walked in. This was the first time he had entered the big shopkeeper's room, and from the perspective of functional division, it was the same as that of himself next door. The difference is that the table in the outer reception room is larger, and the stools are more elaborate and finely made. The set of tables and chairs, delicately painted and shiny, reflects a soft light reflected by the stone oil lamps on the walls.

"Soft light?" Zhao Yingluo muttered to himself in a low voice, as if he wanted to grasp something in his mind, but this thought was fleeting and difficult to grasp. After thinking about it for a long time, he shook his head with a wry smile: "Forget it, maybe I didn't have a good rest at night, so I don't think about it." He snuffed out the oil lamp that was still on.

After making sure that Yuwenshuang was not in the room, Zhao Ying found a corner outside and sat down. It was useless to wait, and he saw that the needle was running here to turn the earth into a cold flame. The icy mana started from his lower dantian, and under the guidance of the exercises, he traveled all over the meridians around his body in a young age.

"Seeing that you are so selfless in your cultivation, I am embarrassed to interrupt. After Zhao Ying finished his work, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yu Wenshuang standing by the window with his back to him at the moment, she was obviously looking at the situation in the Giant Alley outside the window.

"Eldest lady looking for me?" Zhao Yingluo asked straight to the point.

"What do you see what this is?" Without turning around, she threw a brocade box with her backhand. The sound of breaking wind gradually rose, mixed with a wisp of tranquil fragrance that seemed to be there and still there, flying towards the place where Zhao Ying fell.

He opened the brocade box, and inside were two yellowed animal skins, each of which was filled with small characters of pale silver ancient seals. After a little flipping, Zhao Yingluo knew that these were two pills, one of which was called "Condensation Pill", and the other was "Soul Nourishing Pill".

"Take a good look at the research and start refining after noon. The material is provided by Wanbao Zhai, and you just guarantee the Cheng Dan rate. Yu Wenshuang spoke, walking in the direction of Zhao Yingluo. The aroma is overwhelming, mellow and clear, like wine, which makes you drunk in it for a long time and do not want to wake up.

The crimson earth fire reflected Zhao Yingluo's young face, and the Condensation Pill was of great benefit to the monk to break through the bottleneck of the Mind Movement Period, and it was quite difficult to refine it with his current cultivation in the middle stage of the cold dew. The previous attempts had failed, and looking at the gray-black powder at the bottom of the sprinkler furnace, Zhao Yingluo's eyes were full of heartache: "How many spirit stones is this worth." “

Throughout the afternoon, Zhao Ying landed in the refining room of the small courtyard, constantly interacting and interspersing fire refining between this condensation pill and the cold polar iron. The cold air on the Earth Flame Iron was no longer as pressing as before, and the Condensation Pill finally succeeded after several costly explorations and attempts. Clutching the emerald green vial containing the three condensation pills, a general sense of accomplishment arose in his heart.

After the water came to fruition, the rate of Chengdan increased slightly. For the refining of the Soul Nourishing Pill, Zhao Yingluo had his own plans, and with his understanding of the Danfang, the pill had a great nourishing effect on the souls of the monks of the Cold Dew and Nian Movement Period.

But now, with his cultivation to refine this pill, it should be uncertain. Unless, unless his cultivation can be upgraded to the late stage of Cold Dew. The words "late stage, condensation pill ......" kept repeating in his mind, and the medicinal fragrance in the refining room seemed to be a little sweet, clear, and intoxicating at this moment.

After a night of refining, when the East was white, the materials provided by Yuwenshuang to refine the Condensation Pill were also exhausted.

Cheng Dan four furnaces, where the total number of one picks two, for this result, he is still quite satisfied.

Today, Zhao Yingluo went out a little early, sat on Sister Liu's steamed bun stall, and gave him an extra bowl of millet porridge. After the warm rice soup is passed through the throat into the stomach, it gives a refreshing feeling on a cold winter morning. After handing Sister Liu a few standard copper coins and a piece of aqua blue Pisces-shaped jade pendant, Zhao Yingluo picked up a few buns prepared by Sister Liu and walked in the direction of Wanbaozhai.

"Hey, Yin boy, what does this jade pendant mean?"

"I heard you tell someone a few days ago that your youngest son is a little chilly and frail, right? Without looking back, Zhao Yingluo just waved his hand and said.

When Zhao Ying fell into the door, Lan'er had already prepared hot tea. The little girl has her own theories, such as drinking hot tea is good for the body, and people who can taste tea drink hot tea and so on.

Handing her the buns she bought, Zhao Yingluo went to the inner study and continued to familiarize himself with his business. Since the little girl has her own theory, he doesn't bother to worry too much about her. When it comes to matters that are not too significant, when you disagree with a woman, then why not let her win?

In the private room on the second floor of Hengfeng Pawn Shop, Yuwen Shuangzheng and the proprietor here, Zhang Lan, are making exquisite and clear small noodles and fruits with various patterns. Stir sweet potato flour into the thin noodles, add a little syrup and honey, and the puffy, golden dough looks very appetizing after oil.

With a smile in his eyes, after putting more than half of the small noodles and fruits into the exquisite food box that he had already prepared, Yuwenshuang turned around and walked towards the stairwell.

"My sister's cultivation has been stagnant in the late stage of psychic for hundreds of years. At this time of critical survival, you don't seek to improve your art industry, but put your mind on a small cultivation in the cold dew period, but why?"

However, Zhang Lan's anxious and helpless words did not get a response from Yu Wenshuang.

At this moment, she had already passed through the rows of containers on the first floor, and under the respectful eyes of the guys, she gently pushed the door and walked out. The cold wind was blowing, and her hair was wrapped around her eyes. Checking the food box in his hand, Yu Wenshuang's face could not hide a happy smile.

Shuangyue City, the middle courtyard of Yuwen Mansion. A thin, one-armed old man with a slightly hunched back was silently cleaning the snow in front of the ancestral hall at the moment. Not far away, in the cypress grove with the crown of Gaisensen, the head of the Yuwen family, Yuwenmo, was looking at the old man fixedly at the moment.

He is already too old, so that the old man Yuwen, who is used to killing decisively, will feel a little unbearable in his heart after seeing this figure who is working hard in the cold winter.

After a little hesitation, he still spoke: "It's not peaceful outside recently, you still ......"

"Thank you for your concern, I have never deviated. Although the weak old man said politely, he still interrupted the old man's words after all.