The dirty purple elixir entered his throat, and the outer layer of the elixir dissolved and began to emit bursts of flames. Zhao Wujiang felt like he had swallowed a scorching fireball, and the flames were engulfing his body.

He did not panic. He had just roughly understood the pharmacological properties of the poison. He strolled to a medicinal plant, raised his hand and crushed it into powder, then swallowed it into his body.

Then, he kept shuttling between the medicinal materials and swallowing the rest.

Ashina Li watched all this coldly. Zhao Wujiang's water-blue elixir had been swallowed into his body. It was as sweet as a clear spring in his throat. However, he did not take it lightly, but instead prepared for it.

If something went wrong, there must be a demon. He quietly waited for the effect of the medicine to take place so that he could further understand the pharmacology.

After the Shui Lan Pill entered his body, Ashina Li gradually felt the power of the medicine dissipate, as if it had turned into pure gurgling water, flowing through his limbs and bones. His whole body felt warm and comfortable.

Is this poison or tonic? He began to wonder in his heart, and then he felt the warm feeling recede, the breath flowing in his body gradually became colder, and the world in his eyes was gradually submerged by ice-blue water.

Gradually, the sky flooded his body. He knew it was an illusion, but it was so inexplicably real. He breathed quickly and wanted to shout, but the water got into his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and he could not make any grunts.

sound.

He wanted to mobilize his body's cultivation, but he only felt that his limbs were as soft as water, and he couldn't exert any strength.

Then, he felt himself slowly sinking into the water, with ice-blue water pouring in from all directions, suppressing his body, his breathing, and his thinking.

On the high platform, Zhao Wujiang slowly took different medicinal materials. The toxins in his body had been eliminated. He continued to look for medicinal materials calmly and began to refine the elixir.

And since Ashina Li swallowed Zhao Wujiang's aqua blue pill, he only took a few steps and was already stuck in place for a long time. He closed his eyes tightly and breathed smoothly and gently.

Everyone in the audience looked at the two people with completely different styles on the stage, and they were extremely curious.

"Master Zhao, is he refining the antidote to the poison in his body now? What is Ashina Li doing?"

"Hmph! I think he is really arrogant. He is actually closing his eyes and concentrating. He is not looking for an antidote at all, and he does not pay attention to Mr. Zhao at all."

"Is it possible that Master Zhao's poison has no effect on Ashina Li?"

"Needless to say, I just said that no one is perfect. How can Zhao Wujiang be both civil and military and still maintain superb medical skills? Ashina Li's appearance is obviously that Zhao Wujiang's elixir is not perfect.

kick in!"

"Then why is Ashina Li motionless?"

"What do you know? He is disdainful! Disdainful of Zhao Wujiang's medical skills. Look at Zhao Wujiang, he is still busy refining the antidote now? If I were him, I would ask Ashina Li for the antidote, so as not to miss the opportunity.

It’s too late and you lose your life!”

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Everyone was talking to each other, and gradually started to argue. It was not until the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Honglu Temple spoke angrily that they suppressed their voices.

The two of them were also puzzled. They didn't understand what they were doing. They didn't look in a hurry. Zhao Wujiang looked carefree. Was he refining the antidote? Why didn't Ashina Li move?

Are you really that arrogant?

Time gradually passed, and Ashina Li remained motionless, standing upright. His originally gentle breathing had disappeared, and his whole person seemed to have no breath.

After Zhao Wujiang refined the elixir, he put it into his own bottle without taking it.

This scene shocked everyone.

Isn't Zhao Wujiang refining the antidote? The poison in his body has been lifted? Why is Ashina Li still motionless? What happened to him?

The crowd gradually broke out into an uproar.

Zhao Wujiang stood up, walked slowly to Ashina Li, and tapped his head with his fingertips.

Ashina Li did not resist, or could not resist, and then fell to the ground. His body hit the bluestone board hard, hitting the hearts of the spectators.

"boom!"

Blood flowed from Ashina Li's mouth and nose, and he had no breath at all.

"hiss!"

The onlookers burst into gasps.

"Ah! Ashina Li is dead! How is it possible? When did it happen?"

"I, I. This is too scary."

"Do you think he would have died when he swallowed Mr. Zhao's elixir?"

"How is that possible? I was still breathing a little bit just now."

"Then why didn't he ask for help? Why didn't he just call for the antidote?"

As if their throats were stuck, they saw Zhao Wujiang with a calm face on the stage, and immediately realized something. It wasn't that Ashina Li didn't want to ask for help, but that he couldn't ask for help. From the moment he swallowed Zhao Wujiang's water-blue pill,

After that, there was no chance.

Zhao Wujiang looked around at everyone indifferently. Those who had just questioned Zhao Wujiang lowered their heads, swallowed wildly, and trembled, for fear that Zhao Wujiang would cause trouble for them.

The Minister of Rites in the audience also couldn't help but want to step back, but his body seemed to have grown on the chair and he couldn't move.

Everyone in the envoy held their breath, still in disbelief, but they did not dare to speak out.

The whole place was silent.

Zhao Wujiang didn't speak, and no one dared to speak.

He smiled warmly and said loudly:

"Doctor, winner, Zhao Wujiang!

The exchanges between the Tang Dynasty and the Western Turks, civil and military medicine, the Tang Dynasty won!"

"Datang wins!"

When everyone who was originally silent heard the words, they all cheered, and the entire Shangshu Province roared through the sky.

Although the final result of the competition was undisputed, everyone seemed to be living in a dream.

First, Tang Jiaozi, who participated in the competition, was late and disappeared for no apparent reason, and then Zhao Wujiang stepped forward.

Most people's expectations at the beginning were not very high, because they all knew that Zhao Wujiang was good at writing, but that was all. How could martial arts and medicine be Zhao Wujiang's strengths? How could a person be both civilized and martial arts and also have medical skills at the same time?

Remarkable?

But after two days of competition, everyone gradually realized that their initial thoughts were wrong. There was really someone with amazing medical skills in both civil and military fields, and this person was Zhao Wujiang.

"Master Zhao is mighty!"

"It is truly a great blessing to be able to live in Chang'an with Mr. Zhao."

"I just said that Mr. Zhao can definitely do it, now you see it? Humph!"

"Fart! Weren't you the loudest questioning voice just now?"

"You and me. Humph! What do you know? I am impressed by Mr. Zhao's talent. Do you understand that the prodigal son will turn around but he will not be rewarded with gold?"

"If Master Zhao hadn't appeared, our Tang Dynasty would have probably been defeated this time."

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The cheers continued, and everyone spoke out one after another.

However, the Western Turks were defeated, and everyone in the mission looked gloomy. Some people came to the stage and wanted to carry away Ashina Li's "corpse".

Zhao Wujiang said calmly: "I advise you not to touch him. The poison has not disappeared yet. If you are contaminated, you will be like him."

The people who were about to carry Ashina Li away immediately retreated as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, and even saluted Zhao Wujiang gratefully.

They thought in their hearts that if Zhao Wujiang hadn't kindly warned them, they might have suffered the same disaster.

Zhao Wujiang pretended to spray some medicinal powder on his body, then stepped forward, picked up Ashina Li, and walked off the stage calmly. He was going to dispose of the "corpse".

Before leaving, he ordered the minister of Honglu Temple to take charge of the rest of the mission's affairs.

Mr. Zhao is really a gentleman. He does not take all the credit. Honglu Temple Minister feels happy. He will take charge of the next affairs. It is a good time to perform.

He respectfully watched Zhao Wujiang leave, then walked up to the stage, cleared his throat, and began today's aftermath.
Chapter completed!