Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 30 He is crazy, thanks to you

But Jing Zhao did more than that. Later, in the daily meal, there was an extra soup for the clear portion, sometimes it was pigeon soup with dangshen, sometimes it was sweet longan and white fungus soup, and it was there every day, never repeated.

Several members of the Shandan clan who had a good relationship with Qing said that Jing Zhao must be interested in her, and even Ah Fu would make fun of the two of them.

But only Qing knew that this was Gu Jingzhao's nature.He treats everyone equally, and this preference has never been exclusive to her.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the medicine on Afu's side finally came out.

He pushed the door open a little: "Find someone to test the medicine."

After the voice fell, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.Who doesn't know what it means to test the medicine, if it succeeds, it will live, if it fails, it will die.It is better to linger now than to be sent directly to the Hall of Hades as a test product.

Jing Zhao thought for a while and asked, "What is the probability that your medicine will succeed?"

Ah Fu tilted his head: "Less than [-]%."

Everyone took a long breath.

Ah Fu snorted softly, and said arrogantly: "In this world, even if my master comes out of the mountain, this is the first time to make medicine, and the chance of success may not exceed [-]%!"

He looked at the fire and urged, "Hurry up, the properties of this medicine will change when it cools down, so don't blame me if the medicine doesn't work well."

Jing Zhao and Aning looked at each other.

The people who got sick were from the Shandan tribe, and testing medicine was extremely risky, and it was really not their turn to join in the selection.

The two of them held hands together in a tacit understanding. Although Shan Dan was entangled, he walked into the crowd and asked, "Is there anyone willing to try the medicine?"

It meant that no one would be willing, but I didn't expect Shandan's words to fall, and everyone responded.

"Let me come."

"I'm the most serious, let me try. If I can't live, I won't regret it." The man who spoke was already speaking intermittently, and he had to pant for a long time for each word before he could gather his breath and continue talking.

Shandan's eyes were red when he saw all the members of his clan sacrificed so heroically.This is a gamble with no return, if you lose the bet, you will lose your life!
With a choked voice, Shandan asked Ah Fu: "How many people do you need to test the medicine?"

"Let one person come first."

Shandan closed his eyes heavily, and replied, "You guys send Ah Qigong over here."

He called two young men to carry the old man on his back.

After Ah Fu took the old man into the door, he closed the door directly. Before closing, he solemnly left a sentence: "This medicine is taboo to see the wind and lock the throat when it sees the wind. If I don't open the door, you must not open the door. "

Jing Zhao and Shan Dan agreed together, they and Aning are guarding outside, mainly Aning guarding, don't even try to break the door when the king of heaven comes!
Just as Jing Zhao finished speaking, suddenly—bang, with a loud bang, the door was smashed open from the outside.

Aning reacted extremely quickly, and protected Jing Zhao behind him almost instantly.

A cold light flashed before Jing Zhao's eyes, and in an instant, the strong stench and pungent smell of blood filled the tip of his nose.

After he reacted, he was already hidden behind Aning who was half a head taller than him. The boy's broad shoulders and narrow waist completely blocked him, and the dagger that he hadn't seen for a long time was being held tightly in his left hand by the boy.

"Be careful." The young man said coldly, with biting coldness.

He glanced over the few people who rushed in, and finally landed on the black robe embroidered with colorful thread, with many strange runes embroidered with silver thread, and a silver snake with black flower stripes on its belt. The tails of the snakes are intertwined to form a clasp.

The left half of his face is painted with oil paint, while the right side is very clean, with tanned skin, the corners of his lips are drawn into a smile that is not a smile, and his eyes are full of evil.

On his head was a crown made of snakeskin in the same pattern as the snake on his girdle.

If he guessed correctly, this person should be San Benyun, one of the twelve priests under the great witch.

Standing beside him were An Feng's lackeys who were speechless by Jing Zhao's "witchcraft" yesterday, and an old man with a white beard standing side by side with the priest.

That man, Jing Zhao, had never met before, but he had a somewhat similar face to An Feng's—a bitter and mean face, and he didn't seem like a very friendly guy to get along with.

Jing Zhao patted Aning, indicating that he was fine.

When Jing Zhao stepped forward, Aning kept staring at the priest on the opposite side, holding a dagger, and kept on alert.

If he does anything unfavorable to Jing Zhao again, Aning can guarantee that next time his dagger will directly cut his throat.

Jing Zhao looked around at the people who came, and was a little surprised, "Where's An Feng?"

"Bold, Gu Jiazui, how dare you call the village chief by his first name!"

Jing Zhao shrugged: "Isn't people's names just for people to shout?"

With a light word, he turned the man back.

The priest laughed lightly when he heard the words, "He's crazy. Thanks to you, he saw the thunder and lightning strike An Lao San to death with his own eyes, and was so frightened that he lost his soul." After he finished speaking, he looked up instantly, his gaze was like that of his hand. The snake he was playing with was cold and cruel.

It was he who just released the snake to bite him!If it wasn't for Aning who quickly hid him behind him, took out the dagger and quickly slashed seven inches away from the snake.At this moment, he should lie on the ground and wait to die.

The snake was injured by Aning, and it was lying on the priest's hand dying, but its vicious eyes were always chasing Aning and Jing Zhao, and it would definitely launch a fierce attack just waiting for the right time.

The priest said again: "I heard that you have been summoned by the gods, and you also know witchcraft?"

Jing Zhao's tone was not kind: "Yes." He replied coldly.

But the priest was obviously very interested in Jing Zhao, tilting his head to look at him.

All the things he saw and heard here were told by people from Xiaxi, what made the trough full of food in an instant, what summoned the thunder to kill An Lao San, and scared An Feng crazy.

He also went to check the grain trough and An Laosan's body, but found nothing.

But this matter must not continue to develop by itself. Whether Gu Jingzhao pretends to understand witchcraft or really understands it, he must be eliminated!
This is the order from the great witch he received before he came!
The priest asked again: "How did you communicate with the gods?"

Jing Zhao laughed twice, and said with a bit of arrogance while holding his hands, "How you communicate with the gods is how I communicate."

These questions are too young and easy to answer, which makes Jing Zhao a little puzzled. Is this the level of the priest who is said to be able to subdue and rule thousands of miles of Minyue?

Can the people who ask these questions really convince millions of people?Is it because the people are too easy to fool, or because of the power and tyranny of the great witch, the people have been tamed and they have no time to ask questions?
The priest frowned, Jing Zhao's answer made him very dissatisfied.

He asked one last question.

"Since you said that the ancestor Wu gave you divine power, you should use this divine power to resolve the locust plague here and bring the rice in this field back to life again."

Jing Zhao folded his hands and tilted his head. He said lightly, "May I ask if the priest can do this?"

The priest was silent.

Jing Zhao said again: "My lord priest ordered me to do something, but did I get the order from the ancestor shaman?"

The priest remained silent.

Jing Zhao continued: "You and I are both priests of the ancestor Wu, and I have the same position as you, so I should follow the order of the ancestor Wu. If it wasn't for the order of the ancestor Wu, why would I listen to you?"

　It’s burned to [-] degrees, please forgive Haihan if there are some typos or the plot is not smooth, I will change it tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)