After all, although Venerable Lantian does not attach importance to things outside his body, his wealth accumulation over the years is already considerable, and on this Kun Divine Mountain, there is no shortage of anything.

Nalan Linqin can only do such a thing and talk about his heart.

And this poisoning thing, if there is a way to contact it, then things are not too difficult.

Nalan Linqin naturally knows.

The child who was dedicated to repaying her kindness back then was going to attack her benefactor one day, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

But she just knew that she would do it.

Since this is the case, the helplessness in my heart is a little more stinging and pretentious.

……

Ten o'clock at noon.

The weather was fine, and the midday sun was slightly warm and intoxicating.

The curling fragrance of tea is still the taste of thousands of years.

Venerable Lantian was reading the scriptures, and in the course of a thousand years, in addition to his cultivation, he had also found an excellent way to pass the long years that seemed to have no end.

That is to be obsessed with the classics.

Often after finding something done, the snail crawls for a long time, as if it is about to get up. Often when you look at it, it's just an afternoon.

He didn't improve his cultivation, but his state of mind was much better. The arrogance of youth has long since slowly disappeared.

The curling fragrance of tea is still so fresh, but it is probably because there have been too many things recently, and he always feels a little dizzy.

When you first enter it, it is sweet, gentle, and comfortable, and slowly melts at the corners of your mouth.

The tea prepared for him by the disciple of the drinking house seemed to be much sweeter than before.

He felt that the taste of this tea was different from the past, but if it was concrete, it was not accurate.

Could it be a delusion?

He took another sip, and the moist sweetness made him a little intoxicated.

It doesn't seem to be any different from the original, but it'...... There seems to be a huge difference.

His brows moved, and he looked at the clear tea in the white porcelain cup, the slightly drunk warm yellow, the thin mist covered, and the slightly curly tea leaves, which seemed to be no different from the previous appearance.

Venerable Lantian looked at it fixedly, and felt that he was probably suspicious, which was clearly the tea he had drunk countless times. Maybe the tea set wasn't washed and mixed in with some other flavors.

He shook his head, lamenting his suspicion.

The tea was warm, and he had obviously just drunk a sip of water, but in his tongue, he had the illusion of thirst again.

He looked at the tea and put down the scroll in his hand.

When a person reaches a certain age, he may be what he is now, but he is seriously suspicious and sick.

He sighed and slowly drank the tea.

After drinking, there is an illusion that the lungs and intestines have become smooth.

But after such a comfort, between his tongue, which he originally felt moisturized, there was a feeling of thirst gushing out, almost a surging feeling, quite an unstoppable feeling.

His brows furrowed, how could he be thirsty immediately after just having a whole glass of water in his stomach?

He immediately wanted to transmit the sound to the boy who drank water, but just as he was about to do so, suddenly a feeling of dizziness came over his brain, and then he ...... He almost fainted.

The body is like a kite with a broken string, crumbling, and the sense of chaos in the brain is even stronger.

"Someone ...... coming"

As soon as he said two words, he suddenly collapsed.

Poured down in front of his own tea table.

The silence of the whole great abode suddenly returned to itself.

About half an hour later, Nalan Linqin came in, as if he was a little flustered.

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?"

She was met with an eerie silence, or rather, no response at all.

Her master didn't answer her at all.