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In the Governor's Mansion, Sun Zikong sent all the tools he found to Chu Huan's study according to Chu Huan's instructions.

When Sun Zikong came in from the courtyard, he was holding a small cloth bag, and when he arrived beside Chu Huan, Chu Huan had already turned to look at him and asked, "Have you brought it here?"

Sun Zikong handed over the cloth bag, "Master, this is from the kitchen, the salt used in the back kitchen is this kind."

Chu Huan took the cloth bag, opened it, and soon saw yellow-brown crystals appearing in front of his eyes, not many in number. Chu Huan picked one up and licked it with the tip of his tongue. The mouth tasted salty first. , but besides the salty taste, there were also other weird smells mixed in, which made Chu Huan frown.

"This is the table salt we usually use?" Chu Huan looked at the yellow-brown crystals in the cloth bag, a little incredulous, "We eat these things every day?"

Sun Zikong didn't know why Chu Huan was so interested in salt today. He nodded and said, "Master, this is the salt we eat every day. The salt in the kitchen was sent by Mrs. Su. Nowadays, there is a shortage of salt in Xiguan. It was also said over there that these salt should be used sparingly, unlike in the capital, where there is no shortage of salt, so the taste of the dishes may be a little lighter... They said that there is no way, they have been to the market, and the salt is not easy to buy, and The price is expensive. Mr. Du temporarily manages the account room. According to his wife’s previous rules, the daily silver consumption in the back kitchen is strictly regulated, and cannot be used openly. I used to buy a catty of salt in the capital. The same price, the salt here The price is five or six times higher, and there is no market...so the kitchen can only save salt...!"

Chu Huan smiled wryly and said, "I'm not saying more or less is used in the back kitchen, I just... just feel that the quality and taste of this salt seems to be too bad?"

Sun Tzukong glanced into the cloth bag, and said: "It is worse than the salt in the capital, but it is much better than other places...Master, there are not many people who can use this kind of salt now." ...!"

Then Chu Huan handed the cloth bag back to Sun Zikong, "Give it back to the kitchen." Sun Zikong took the cloth bag and was about to leave. Chu Huan thought for a while, and finally said, "Don't go yet."

"What else is there to order, Master?"

Chu Huan pointed to a brownish-white stone and said, "You take a hammer and smash this stone into pieces in the courtyard. The smaller the better...the thinner the better...!"

Seeing that the stone weighed at least ten catties, Sun Zikong found it by himself according to Chu Huan's instructions, and said in embarrassment, "Master, I... I'm not very strong. I'm afraid it will take a while. If you need it urgently, I'm going to find someone with great strength, who will soon be able to smash this cold stone into small pebbles...!"

Chu Huan waved his hand and said, "Let's not let others know about this. I trust you, so I told you to do this. Don't talk so much nonsense."

Sun Tzukong saw that Chu Huan looked very serious, so he didn't dare to say more. He went to pick up the stone and went to the yard, then went back to the house and picked up the big hammer. Chu Huan had already said: "The cold stone is different from the ordinary rock, it looks very solid. , but it’s much more fragile than real rocks, it’s easy to break, you don’t need much effort...!”

After Sun Zikong began to smash cold stones in the yard, Chu Huan began to erect the hand-cranked stone mill that Sun Zikong had found in the house.

As Chu Huan said, the toughness of the cold stone is much weaker than it looks. Every time Sun Zikong hits it with a hammer, a piece of broken stone will disperse. Chu Huan didn't wait long. A cold stone of about ten kilograms was smashed to pieces by Sun Tzukong, and it was full of small particles. He used things to carry the broken stones and sent them to the house. He saw that Chu Huan had placed all the tools neatly. .

Chu Huan looked very mysterious, and asked Sun Zikong to go over and start grinding with a hand-operated stone mill, while he poured cold stone particles into the grinding eyes.

Sun Zikong looked confused. If he didn't know that Chu Huan always did things for a reason, he would really have thought it was Chu Huan's prank. Something was not easy to grind, so he had to find a stone to grind it.

Soon, brown stone powder slowly overflowed from the edge of the stone mill. Chu Huan quickly collected it, and when the stone powder was almost collected, he put all the stone powder into the wooden barrel prepared in advance.

Add water to the barrel and stir it with a wooden stick, and the stone powder will start to melt into the water, and the originally clear water will gradually change its color.

Chu Huan handed the wooden stick to Sun Zikong to let him continue to stir, while he went to pull another wooden barrel. The mouth of this wooden barrel was covered with double layers of sackcloth. Chu Huan gave Sun Zikong a look , Sun Tzu Kong was also smart enough to put down the stick, picked up the wooden barrel full of water, and poured the water mixed with stone powder into the wooden barrel covered with sackcloth.

Soon, the water in the bucket was emptied, and Sun Zikong asked in a daze, "Master, we... what are we doing?"

"Filtration." Chu Huan wrote lightly: "Get rid of the impurities inside...!"

Chu Huan's explanation, to Sun Zikong, is equivalent to saying nothing. Sun Zikong doesn't understand what the so-called impurities are, and he doesn't know why the impurities should be removed.

He just saw that there was a layer of gray-brown slag on the sackcloth at the mouth of the barrel, densely packed, all of which were residues. He saw that Chu Huan had already removed the sackcloth from the mouth of the barrel and looked into the wooden barrel. It turned out that the color of the water in the wooden barrel was already brown, which was much lighter than before.

Chu Huan held his chin, as if he was talking to himself: "It's not enough, it needs to be filtered, the impurities in it haven't been completely removed...!"

Sun Zikong could only follow Chu Huan, and filtered several times in a row. When there was almost no residue on the linen cloth and the water in the bucket gradually turned light red, a smile appeared on the corner of Chu Huan's mouth, and said: "Then it's time to detoxify." If you don’t get rid of the poison, you can’t eat it.” He took a huge funnel that had been prepared earlier, and ordered Sun Zikong to smash the charcoal prepared in advance, and then put the charcoal grains into the Among the linen, the linen was tightly wrapped and stuffed into the funnel.

Seeing that Chu Huan still needs to use a funnel to filter, Sun Zikong couldn't help but said, "Master, put the charcoal wrapped in linen cloth into the funnel, and the inside is blocked, can it still be used?"

At this time, Chu Huan Zheng fixed the funnel on the shelf without looking back, and fixed it carefully, and said softly: "What can't pass is the dross, and what can pass is the absolute essence...!" Looking into the wooden barrel, There was still half a bucket of water, so I ordered Sun Zikong to put the clean wooden bucket under the funnel, and then told Sun Zikong: "Pour the water in the bucket into the funnel, this time it should be very slow, don't worry... ...!"

Sun Zikong tossed with Chu Huan for a long time, and he didn't know what he was going to fiddle with. Hearing that Chu Huan seemed to say that if he didn't get rid of the poison, he couldn't eat it. In order to fiddle with something that can be eaten, but this is a stone, no matter how fiddled with it, it can't be food.

Sun Zikong carefully poured the somewhat viscous solution in the bucket into the funnel, while Chu Huan squatted under the funnel, staring at the opening of the funnel. The solution, after being filtered again with charcoal sackcloth, turned out to be a light blue solution that flowed out from the leak.

Chu Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he already knew that if there were no accidents, his experiment must be successful, and the light blue solution that flowed out at the end was what he wanted to obtain with all his efforts.

After the grandson came down with a half-empty bucket of water, no solution flowed out of the funnel. Chu Huan knew that the residue was in the burlap bag, and it was really blocked. He had already prepared a burlap bag with charcoal and stuffed it into the funnel. Kong poured out all the water in the barrel, and the wooden barrel under the funnel had already caught half of the light blue solution.

Chu Huan stuck out a finger, stuck it on the solution, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, as if he was tasting some delicious food, and soon the corners of his mouth turned up, opened his eyes, stood up, and said: "Yes Light the stove...!"

A stove was prepared in the house, and a pot that was not too big was set on it. Sun Zikong hurriedly lit the fire, while Chu Huan poured the light blue solution into the pot. Can't stop, keep burning...!"

Sun Zikong naturally didn't dare to disobey him. Sweat was already oozing from his forehead. Chu Huan stretched his waist, but felt a little sore in his waist. Knowing that it would take a long time to cook, he said, "You burn it here first. You can't open the lid of the pot without my order... Also, even if you remember what we did just now, don't say a word to the outside world for now, otherwise...!" He lifted it up and made a head-beheading Sun Zikong shuddered, but he felt that Chu Huan was making a fuss over a molehill.

Sun Zikong didn't think anyone was willing to try such a weird trick. After playing it for a long time, he still didn't know what the purpose was.

Chu Huan had already entered the study, closed the door of the study, and prepared to take advantage of the gap to practice the "Dragon Elephant Sutra".

Chu Huan has broken through the third way of the "Dragon Elephant Sutra", and has transformed the three ways of Du, Ren, and Chong of the eight extraordinary meridians. When he first practiced the "Dragon Elephant Sutra", Chu Huan did not know the meaning of this martial art. The essence is to transform the eight meridians, to rebuild a physical body that ordinary people can't match. Now that the three meridians have been transformed, Chu Huan naturally understands what's going on. It has been attacking the fourth Baoxiang Dao.

The first three ways are qi training, bone refining, and skin training. Chu Huan is well aware of the mysterious benefits of them. He really wants to know what kind of benefits he will get when he transforms the belt channel and breaks through the Baoxiang way?

It's just that this is not an ordinary martial art after all. According to Luo Duo, it is really amazing to be able to break through the three realms in less than two years. Chu Huan is also patient, although as long as he has time, he never I slack off my martial arts practice, but it seems that I have no progress in the "Dragon Elephant Sutra". It seems that I have not made any progress in practicing the "Dragon Elephant Sutra" because of my hard work.