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After leaving Derentang, Sikong Banyu did not go home, but walked towards the Xicheng District of the capital. Beijing is the economic and cultural center of China, but there is still a gap between high and low. A strong China can make most people's lives rich, but it can't bring along some of the poor people.

Just like the Xicheng District, in this prosperous capital, they are known as the slums of the capital. Some of them are really helpless and can only eat together and wait for death, while others are unwilling to move here in order to feel the fashion of the ancient capital.

Although Xicheng District is the most backward place in the whole capital city, it is the most perfect place to preserve the ancient fashion. Many people who come here in admiration often visit it as a scenic spot.

And Sikong half language, but not in the mood to taste the ancient customs of life. He is looking for a suitable place to refine the Dan soup of Qingyuan pill. If you are at home, your mother is afraid to ask endless questions, and this Dan soup is not as good as Dan Yao, which can preserve the efficacy for a long time. After the Dan Tang is refined successfully, you must take it as soon as possible, otherwise the efficacy will slowly disappear.

One is to refine the Dan soup of Qingyuan pill, and the other is to take Qingyuan Dandan soup to improve one's cultivation. There is no place where there is no quiet and no one will be disturbed, and no one will be at ease. According to the law, such a thing should go to a few places, such as mountains, caves.

But near the capital, where is there such a place? There are always some climbers who appreciate the nature and go to the places where the image of the mountain is well preserved. If you want to find a suitable place, you have to go out of the capital. However, Sikong has only two days to go out of the capital?

So I have to go to Xicheng District. It's very complicated here. No one knows who. Closing the door is basically no problem.

After about two hours' travel in Xicheng District, he finally found a remote and low-rise residential house. It was a small courtyard, which was divided into three single rooms. One of them had been rented out. The remaining one was a warehouse, a place for storing various sundries, and another was rented by Sikong Banyu for 1000 yuan.

Cough Don't think that the rent of a thousand yuan a month is too high for a place like Beijing. It's still in Xicheng District. If it's in other cities, 1000 yuan may not be a place for you in the basement.

The house is full of furniture, and there is no need for Sikong to work hard. He went into the cottage and looked at the single room of less than fifteen square meters. He looked at everything in the room, then fell on the kitchen utensils in front of the window.

Kitchen utensils, in fact, are just gas tanks with an ignition device, an induction cooker, and several pots and pans. All of them are covered with ash. It seems that no one has lived there for a long time.

He turned and locked the door. Then he went over and took a look at a pan. After washing it, he filled it with water, turned on the gas and started heating directly.

Boiling Dan soup and refining pills are both the same and different. Making pills is based on one's own spirit fire, and refining with a Dan stove. Generally, water is not required. The spirit fire can be controlled to the extent that he needs. But when boiling Dan soup, it is where the fire, for water is a great demand, and control the heat.

Fortunately, these Sikong Banyu were already familiar with the way. He was not a Dan master. When he was a junior monk, he couldn't afford to hire an alchemist at all. He could only refine Dan Tang to replace him. Therefore, he had a deep research on this.

He found a small basket and poured all the herbs from the Deren hall into the basket. After washing them, he carefully selected them to avoid mixing with other unnecessary drugs or weeds. This is Sikong Banyu's experience. If he mixed other things into the refined Dan soup, if he had good luck, it might just be that the efficacy of Dan Tang would be reduced If you're not lucky, it's hard to say.

When he was in the Zhuque mainland, his negligence led to a direct retrogression of his cultivation to a small level. Is it not enough for him to learn from the past?

After checking, Sikong Banyu poured all the herbs in the basket into the pot and covered it with the lid.

"After taking this Qingyuan pill's Dan soup, you should be able to improve your cultivation to the point of practicing meat! It should be about... "

Sikong half language took a deep breath, turned around and went to the bed to pull off a sheet and put it on the ground. Then he sat cross legged and began to practice internal breathing.

Every time a monk improves his realm, he needs to restore his state to the peak state, so that he can get twice the result with half the effort.

In the twinkling of an eye, the sky gradually darkened. In this process, Sikong Banyu got up and added water three times. After all, the gap between the fire and the fire is too big. If you want to refine the efficacy of the medicinal materials and integrate them into the Dan soup, it can't be completed in a short time.

Besides the 400 year old lotus seeds, all the other herbs in this pair of Dan Tang are common herbs. If you really boil them with the refined herbs of Qingyuan pill, you may not be able to finish it without three or five days of continuous boiling.

"Cheep..."

All of a sudden, a sound of the opening of the courtyard gate made Sikong Banyu suddenly open his eyes. After listening to a little quietly, he just put down his heart. It should be another person in the courtyard who rents a house. The landlord once said that as for who he is, Sikong Banyu has no interest in knowing, as long as he does not affect himself.Anyway, I'm just looking for this place to practice for a day or two. I'm not living here for a long time. When I'm promoted, I'll leave directly.

In the middle of the night, all sounds are quiet. Occasionally, there are two chirps of chickens and dogs, or a few honks of cars. They fall in this open western district, and it seems very lonely.

Inside the hut, Sikong Banyu slowly opened his eyes. In the dark, his eyes were bright as stars, vast and deep. But when he went out, it was strange to go out into the completely dark cabin.

"It should be about." He took a deep breath, stood up, turned on the light, went to the iron pot, and opened the lid of the pot. Suddenly, a breath of light breeze came to his nose, which made him relaxed and happy.

In the iron pot, there are only two bowls of light green slightly viscous liquid, which are slowly stirred by the slow fire, and the fragrance is transmitted from above.

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