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The backyard of Wuya Pavilion.

Zhao Wujiang sat on a low wooden stool, filled the red clay stove with charcoal, and waited for the charcoal fire to light up.

Gu Nanyuan sat next to him and looked at him quietly.

Astragalus, Eucommia ulmoides, Yuziren, Jiuku, Rehmannia glutinosa powder...

Zhao Wujiang placed the ceramic medicine jar on the red clay stove, and the fire snake licked the medicine jar. He placed all the medicinal materials he needed into the medicine jar.

These medicinal materials were all used in the prescriptions recorded in the third uncle's semi-testament and semi-medicine book.

This is a recipe of decoction, combined with the Taiyi Xuan Needle passed down from his family, which can unlock the memory of his childhood.

The water in the medicine jar gradually boils, cooking the medicinal materials. The medicinal materials continue to rise and fall, gradually dyeing the boiling water into an earthy yellow color.

Most medicinal materials are grown on the ground, so most medicinal materials are also called ground branches. They are born on the ground and grow on the ground. In the end, most of them are the color of the land.

Gu Nanyuan rested her head on Zhao Wujiang's shoulder, her black hair hanging down, revealing her delicate, pure and charming cheeks.

She pursed her lips gently and said softly:

"Zhao Lang, can I be like Sister Su? I want to be your woman..."

"You are already my woman." Zhao Wujiang gently flapped the small cattail leaf fan in his hand, watching the soup slurping, he replied with a gentle smile.

Gu Nanyuan pursed her lips and looked slightly resentful:

"Then...then why don't you do the same thing with me as Sister Su..."

Zhao Wujiang held Gu Nanyuan in his arms with one hand and said softly:

"Don't let the energy in your body leak out easily. It would be unfair to you..."

"No way..." Gu Nanyuan's beautiful eyes trembled, and she muttered:

"I know that Sister Su has also given her cultivation back to you. Why can she do it, but I won't..."

"It's different." Zhao Wujiang kissed Gu Nanyuan's forehead and said softly:

"She and I feed each other, and you and I take away your strength, and may even take away your life."

The secret method of Hehuan Sect pays attention to two-phase benefits, and it is difficult for anyone to take it by force. But Gu Nanyuan is different. Zhao Wujiang has a feeling that once Gu Nanyuan's sword furnace body is leaked, it will directly burst the embankment and cause extreme damage.

It greatly depleted Gu Nanyuan's energy and energy, and even caused Gu Nanyuan to collapse from illness and die.

Although this is only Zhao Wujiang's current guess, he is a native of Blue Star. He has read too many novel plots about harvesting yin and replenishing yang. Sword furnace and sword furnace are, to put it nicely, a furnace. To put it poorly, they are

It is a cauldron for people to take by force.

"Then it's okay if I learn the secret technique from Sister Su?" Gu Nanyuan bit her lip tightly.

Zhao Wujiang gently rubbed Gu Nanyuan's silky hair and said with a faint smile:

"Let's talk about it later."

Gu Nanyuan lowered her eyes.

"Okay, okay, I know what you mean." Zhao Wujiang rubbed his proud softness under Gu Nanyuan's wide robe with his big hands:

"That's it."

Gu Nanyuan's cheeks were pink, she hummed slightly, and hugged Zhao Wujiang's broad waist tightly.

The lid of the jar rattled, and the heat from the soup made it a bit unbearable.

Zhao Wujiang opened the lid of the medicine jar, and the dark brown decoction gurgled. The aroma of the medicine floated into the air, and soon filled the entire courtyard.

"Bring me that bowl." Zhao Wujiang looked dazed, staring at the bubbling liquid. He didn't know what he was thinking. His cuffs trembled, and the silver needle appeared in his hand.

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Lingxu, Shenzang, Yunmen, Taiyi, Tianshu, return, reach Guanyuan, go up to Shenque, Zi Palace, Xuanji.

Zhao Wujiang used a mysterious technique to connect silver needles to these acupoints.

With the door closed and the sandalwood scent lingering in the room, he looked at the large porcelain bowl that was empty with only a little bit of medicinal dregs left. He seemed to be feeling sleepy and slowly closed his eyes.

A 23 and A 19, one of them stood in front of the door and waited, while the other squatted on the eaves and watched the surroundings.
Chapter completed!