Chapter 96 It was still bright when Deng Si'er came back.
Unexpectedly, he slept until almost noon the next day.
Although the sunshine in autumn is not as strong as in summer, the so-called autumn tiger is not a weak and sick cat.
Deng Si'er was lying on the bed in his clothes.
Zuo Chi and Chu Jing heard from Dou Ba that Deng Si'er was very tired when he came back.
He fell asleep as soon as he entered the room and fell on the bed.
So until now, no one has come.
Wake up Deng Si'er.
But Deng Si'er woke up from the sun.
Deng Si'er felt that if he didn't get up, his face would be melted by the sun.
"Damn it, why didn't anyone wake me up at this time?"
Deng Si'er was sleeping in a daze, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, almost squinting as he looked out the window.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the bright light almost turned Deng Si'er's eyes, which had almost narrowed into slits, completely into slits.
Deng Si'er shook his head, sat on the edge of the bed and prepared to put on his shoes, but when he raised his feet, he found that the shoes were well put on his feet.
Deng Si'er couldn't help but stared at it for a while, and became stunned.
Deng Si'er couldn't remember clearly how he fell asleep after returning yesterday.
But the process of refining Qian Jue Dan with Mo Lidao yesterday was clearly engraved in Deng Si'er's mind, as if he could see it clearly as soon as he closed his eyes.
What kind of experience was it?
Deng Si'er couldn't explain how he felt at this moment.
The nearly four hours of hard work yesterday made Deng Si'er suddenly feel intoxicated when he woke up. feeling.
It turns out that it is such a wonderful feeling to do something well with one's own efforts and to do it seriously without giving up.
While thinking about it, Deng Si'er couldn't help but stretch out his hands and put them under his eyes to look at them.
The more he looked at them, the more satisfied he felt, as if he felt confident for a moment.
This kind of confidence was something he had never felt since he started investigating the case with Zuo Chi in Bai'an Village until now.
"Humph, if I refine the Thousand Jue Pill, let's see if you still dare to look down on me in the future."
Deng Si'er couldn't help but laugh and said with some pride.
Sure enough, Deng Si'er is still Deng Si'er, and his nature is hard to change.
Deng Si'er felt happy and wanted to show off to others, so he softly hummed a tune and left the house.
He looked to the left but didn't see anyone he could show off to.
Although he was a little disappointed, he still couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.
Deng Si'er stretched greatly, and the crisp sound of his bones and joints made Deng Si'er feel comfortable all over.
After thinking about it, Deng Si'er suddenly ran into Zuo Chi's room, found paper and pen, sat at the table and started to write: "I woke up and couldn't see you, but I have something else to do, so I won't wait to see you.
If there's anything delicious, remember to save some for me.
When I help Mo Heilian finish making the medicine, no.
You will forget to ask him for your share.”
After Deng Si'er finished writing, he picked it up and read it over.
He nodded with satisfaction.
Although the handwriting was irregular, it looked neat at least.
Deng Si'er blew on the paper and pressed the paper under the tea cup, walking briskly.
He walked towards Mo Lidao's low house.
Probably because he was in a happy mood, he arrived at his destination before he knew it, and Deng Si'er felt puzzled in his heart.
But these were just fleeting thoughts, and they were all forgotten in Deng Si'er's mind as soon as he blinked his eyes.
Deng Si'er pushed the door open and entered the house.
He looked around.
The small room had a strong aroma of medicine, and the air was filled with hot steam from the medicine furnace.
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The smoke was burning, and it felt like a land where gods live.
After getting a little closer, Deng Si'er saw Mo Lidao sitting on the small chair next to the furnace.
Deng Si'er looked at Mo Lidao, who was covering him with the blanket he had put down, his head pecked bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice, and he felt a little sad at the same time.
Without his own help in refining, during the more than ten years of refining medicine, was Mo Lidao the only one standing by the ancient furnace, refining Qianjue with great difficulty without his sense of taste?
Dan While thinking about it, Deng Si'er knelt down and looked curiously at Mo Lidao's side face.
His skin was white and had not been exposed to sunlight all year round, but because he had been influenced by medicinal herbs all year round, his face was very rosy.
Although I knew that Mo Li Dao was older than Chu Jing, compared with Chu Jing's face that had experienced the vicissitudes of life, Mo Li Dao actually looked about the same age as Chu Jing, and even felt that Mo Li Dao was A little younger.
Mo Lidao was watching the fire under the cauldron.
Although he could take a short rest when he had time, his sleep was not stable.
Deng Si'er squatted next to Mo Lidao.
After a while, Mo Lidao noticed and opened his eyes.
"You're here, what time is it now?
Why do I feel like I slept for a long time?"
Mo Lidao spoke while making gestures to get up, but he still held the blanket that Deng Si'er brought with his hands to prevent it from falling to the ground. .
Seeing this, Deng Si'er felt warm in his heart for some reason, and immediately stepped forward to hold Mo Li Dao's arm.
He let go after Mo Li Dao stood up and stood firm.
Mo Lidao just glanced at Deng Si'er and didn't say much.
After the first round of refining yesterday, the relationship between the two seemed to be much closer.
Deng Si'er thought this was good, since Mo Lidao was old enough to be Deng Si'er's father anyway.
"I said, Mo Heilian, are we going to refine the next few medicinal materials together?"
Deng Si'er asked as he watched Mo Lidao bend down to pick the fire under the stove. .
Mo Lidao stood up, clapped his hands, and said slowly: "No rush, no rush."
Deng Si'er nodded.
Mo Lidao had already explained the steps of the medicine refining process to himself in detail before refining the medicine.
Although Deng Si'er couldn't understand a large part of it, Mo Lidao himself couldn't understand it.
If you say there is no rush, then there should be no rush.
"Next, we have to wait for a while until the concoction in the cauldron is thickened.
Go and get the sacred stream grass and I will teach you how to grind it."
Mo Lidao walked to one side and rummaged around, found a medicine grinder from somewhere, sprinkled some unknown powder on it, and called Deng Si'er over.
Deng Si'er came over with the sacred stream grass in his hand, looked at the small medicine roller in front of him, compared it with the sacred stream grass in his hand, and couldn't help but asked doubtfully: “So small” Mo Lidao nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, this is a medicine grinder that I personally made.
It is definitely more useful than those on the market.
You can try breaking the Xishencao."
Deng Si'er followed the instructions and folded the Xishencao into three pieces and put them into the medicine grinder.
He squatted down and started to grind the medicine.
Unexpectedly, it was as Mo Lidao said, easy and easy to use, and it took no effort at all. strength.
"Come, sit down and grind."
Mo Lidao brought a small stool and put it under Deng Si'er's butt, then stood aside and yawned and said: "You grind the medicine here, and I'll go take a nap.
When I wake up, you can stop.
Remember, you can't stop grinding the medicine."
I keep grinding until you wake up and can't stop.
Hearing this, Deng Si'er looked at Mo Lidao's back in surprise as he turned and walked away, and said bitterly in his heart: If I had known earlier I wouldn’t have given me a blanket: