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Wine is warming on the red clay stove, and the smell of wine and heat hover in the Yangxin Hall.

Zhao Wujiang was sitting at the table. The table was filled with bottles and jars. There were white jade vials, pitch black pottery jars, vermilion clay jars, and azure porcelain jars. The bottles and jars were different, but all of them had been ground.

Powdered medicinal materials.

He held the silver needle and kept staining it with various medicinal powders, looking extremely serious.

Xuanyuan Jing sat opposite, holding an ancient book in his hand and constantly flipping through it, absentmindedly.

Last night, Zhao Wujiang was concerned and asked again and again. Xuanyuan Jing did not tell the truth, but said out of desperation that he had come to Kuishui, which made Zhao Wujiang give up.

But the worries in her heart not only did not decrease, but became more and more serious. She didn't know how to tell Zhao Wujiang the truth she had learned.

Zhao Wujiang observed the subtle changes in the medicinal powder on the silver needle. He glanced at Xuanyuan Jing without trace and said calmly:

"Drink more hot water."

Xuanyuan Jing rolled her eyes at Zhao Wujiang. Ever since she used sunflower water as an excuse, Zhao Wujiang had told her many times to drink more hot water.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Jing didn't answer, Zhao Wujiang continued to play with the bottles and jars.

He is developing a poison.

To be precise, it is a combination of poisons.

For example, persimmons and crabs cannot be eaten together. People who eat them will feel uncomfortable. This is a type of "combination poison".

Another example is carp and licorice, chicken and celery, beef and chestnuts, cucumber and peanuts, etc.

Zhao Wujiang wanted to increase his chances of winning against Xuanyuan Yuheng by combining poisons.

His cultivation level has now reached the first level of Grand Master. But according to the news conveyed in Jiang Mengli's letter, Xuanyuan Yuheng is now at least the seventh level of Grand Master. The gap between their cultivation bases will be difficult to close for a while.

Other means to increase your chances of winning.

For example, Zhao Wujiang's medical skills, Zhao Wujiang's sword, and Zhao Wujiang's indestructible magical power.

Bottles and jars were clattering against each other, and the outside of the palace was becoming increasingly gloomy and gloomy. Sometimes Zhao Wujiang would fill himself a cup of hot wine and take a sip, and sometimes he would frown and fall into deep thought.

Xuanyuan Jing sat upright, holding an ancient book in his hand, but his eyes stayed on Zhao Wujiang, wondering what he was thinking.

Two people in a room have three or four thoughts.

Outside the hall, the sky was filled with lead clouds, and I didn't know whether it was going to snow or rain.

The cold wind was biting, making people's clothes rustle.

Except for the Long Yin Guards who have entered the vast rivers and lakes but have not returned, there are a total of twenty-nine Long Yin Guards in Kyoto, and twenty-two of them are in the imperial city.

Outside the South Gate of Kyoto.

The old farmer who sells melons and fruits started selling candied haws, and still smoked dry cigarettes.

Two carriages stopped, driven by old men in purple and blue robes.

From a carriage in front, an elegant middle-aged man stepped down, dressed in a snow-white mink fur and wearing a white jade crown, with a radiant figure and a mountainous look.

The middle-aged man picked up a bunch of candied haws and said with a gentle voice:

"Jiasan, this bunch of candied haws on a stick, is it enough for a minister of the Ministry of War?"

The old farmer named Jia San rolled up the tobacco leaves, stuffed them into the mouth of the tobacco rod, took a strong puff, puffed out the smoke, and then said in a deep voice:

"Not for sale."

It's not that there isn't enough, it's that they don't sell.

"I also have the blood of the Daxia royal family, why don't you sell it to me?" The elegant middle-aged man sighed, and the softness of his eyebrows gradually disappeared and turned into sharpness.

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"Okay." Zhao Wujiang stretched and the poison was ready.

He drank a glass of warm wine. Perhaps after sitting for a long time, his hands and feet felt uncomfortable. He stood up, walked slowly and opened the door, feeling the fresh and cold wind blowing in.

Zhao Wujiang opened his palm, and the lines in his palm were like mountains and rivers. A snowflake swayed in his palm and turned into blood in an instant.

He smiled, was stunned, and sighed:

"Green ants' new fermented wine, small red clay stove.

It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink?"

Xuanyuan Jing held the ancient book in her hand and looked at Zhao Wujiang with some doubts. She found that Zhao Wujiang had turned around to look back. The two looked at each other, and the autumn water in her eyes trembled slightly.

"Xuanyuan Jing..."
Chapter completed!