Chapter 20 Dissension

Wu Yan's acupoints were tapped by the middle-aged man Li Ruoxu just now, and he couldn't move at all. He was very scared and worried.

This Li Ruoxu is the leader of the Iron Sword Alliance. He has great power and superb martial arts. It is very easy to kill him. But he didn't expect that Li Ruoxu restrained him in order to seize a sword from Yaoshi Feng's hand, a sword that represented the identity of the leader of the Iron Sword Alliance.

From the conversation between the two, Wu Yan could also guess that this sword seemed to be important to both of them. But what he didn't expect was that Yaoshi Feng would give up this important sword for him.

Now, he was standing in front of his desk with a guilty face, not knowing what to say. Pharmacist Feng stared at Wu Yan with a gloomy face. The two of them just stared at each other in silence, without speaking. The atmosphere was so depressing that Wu Yan felt uncomfortable.

"Master, I, I just..."

"You have heard it and seen it. That Li Ruoxu, relying on his deep inner strength and the true inheritance from his father, has usurped the position of alliance leader that originally belonged to me. Now he even has the Longyun Sword passed down to me by his father. Take it. I’m not willing to give in! You stupid boy, do you understand?” Pharmacist Feng suddenly jumped up, grabbed Wu Yan’s shoulders, and his pale face was filled with furrows. , showing an old, tired and twisted look.

Wu Yan responded in astonishment. Pharmacist Feng let go of Wu Yan sullenly. He muttered to himself for a while, then suddenly turned his head, stared at Wu Yan fiercely, pointed at his nose with his finger and growled: "I'm not willing to accept this, Wu Yan, It’s because of you that I was deprived of the Long Yun Sword. This sword is a treasure that I regard as my life. Do you know that you must help me regain everything that belongs to me!”

"Master, I, my martial arts are so bad, even you are no match for him, I, how can I do it?" Wu Yan was so frightened by Yaoshi Feng's words and his crazy behavior that he turned pale and replied in a murmur.

"This thing is actually very simple. Only you in this world can help me do it. If you can do it, you can do it. As long as you can practice the formula to the fourth level, you can help me take back all this!"

"However, the Qi flow cultivated by this mantra is not internal power, and it has no power. Master, how can I help you even if I have cultivated to the fourth level?"

"You don't have to worry about this. As long as you can cultivate to the fourth level, I have my own way. Are you willing to help me? Ah, good disciple, you say it, you say it!" Medicine Master Feng seemed to be coaxing a child. , his expression became extremely fanatical, he grabbed Wu Yan's arm and shook it crazily.

"Okay, okay. Master, I will do my best to cultivate to the fourth level as soon as possible." Wu Yan nodded and agreed, but for some reason, he felt very uneasy in his heart. He felt that the master was looking at him like a hungry beast staring at its prey. This was not the first time he had felt this feeling.

"Well, you must be able to do it. Otherwise, why are so many people taking the Essence Pill and you are the only one who has such an aura?" Pharmacist Feng comforted himself and kept pacing back and forth in the room anxiously, " However, the current medicinal materials are not enough, not enough. You don't have to worry about this. I will go out to the mountains and swamps to collect some century-old herbs myself. The longer the medicine lasts, the greater the benefit to your cultivation. Well, during this period, you must practice well. This is the cultivation formula for the next few levels. I have prepared all the medicinal materials for you during this period. . I’ll be here for at least two years, or at least a year and a half. Don’t let me down, you know?”

Pharmacist Feng took out a few pieces of paper from his arms. Those pieces of paper were densely filled with words. Wu Yan glanced at them and saw that they were the cultivation methods of the lower layers of the nameless mantra.

Wu Yan hurriedly took it in his hand. He also noticed that there were six or seven large cloth bags stacked in Pharmacist Feng's study, which must have been the medicinal materials prepared for him.

"In this small bottle, there are four antidotes to the Roxin Pills. During the time when I was gone, Hu Bao from Broken Blade Hall, and Izumi, the shopkeeper from Family Planning Drug Store, would come to Gushan Town every other year. Go to the Gushan Inn to get the antidote. They will also give you some things. You can get these things for me first," Pharmacist Feng handed a small porcelain bottle to Wu Yan with a complicated expression and kept telling him.

"With the Fengyun Sword Technique and Fengyun Steps you now master, apart from those old guys in the Iron Sword Alliance, there are not many people who can beat you. But just in case someone poisons you, this pill Take the detoxification pill that can cure hundreds of poisons." Pharmacist Feng took out a green thumb-sized pill and handed it to Wu Yan, staring at him to see if he took it.

Wu Yan took the pill in his hand, looked at Pharmacist Feng in surprise, and took it as he was told. After seeing him take it, Pharmacist Feng breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Very good, you are very good. It's worthy of my respect for you. Okay, you go back to practice first. The key to the study, I won’t take it back. When you are tired from practicing, you can come here to read and relax.”

Wu Yan walked back to his stone house in a daze, and sat down on the stone bed, thinking about what happened today. Suddenly, he felt waves of numbness and cramping pain in his head.

He was sweating profusely in pain, rolling around on the stone bed, holding his head and screaming loudly.

The pain was as if there were millions of ants gnawing at his brain. Wu Yan didn't know what happened, so he wanted to get up and get out of bed to find Master Feng. Unexpectedly, the pain lasted for a few minutes, but it was gone.

He wiped the sweat from his head, hugged his head, and showed an extremely complicated expression on his face. Could it be that the detoxification pill he had just taken had caused such pain in his brain?

Wu Yan got out of bed, walked over to close the stone door, and then took out the "Pharmacy Classic" hidden in the gap between the stone bed and the wall and started reading.

He flipped through the "Pharmacy Classic" page by page, looking very carefully, trying to find the record of the detoxification pill.

I don't know how long it took. When he finished flipping through the entire "Pharmacy Classic", a panic expression appeared on his face.

He hurriedly hid the "Pharmacy Classic" in the gap, looked at the exhaust hole above the medicine cauldron, and did not find anything suspicious. He sat cross-legged on the bed, holding his head, and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he stood up, took off his clothes, walked into the medicine cauldron, and began to practice.

The next day, Pharmacist Feng left without saying hello to Wu Yan. However, he still left a letter to Wu Yan asking him to practice well.

After Wu Yan was sure that he had left, he waited in the valley for three days before quietly sneaking into the study and searching through the boxes and cabinets.

After he had searched through all the books in the bookcase, his face finally revealed a complex expression of fear and pain that could not be concealed.

The three books "Pharmacology", "Puppet Fragments" and "Hidden Killing Technique" were all gone. What was left in the bookcase were some ordinary books and some simple books on pharmacology.

Wu Yan's face turned ugly. He realized at this time that Pharmacist Feng was still very worried about him.