Chapter 7: Pharmacist Feng

Senior brother Yang is a typical chatterbox, and senior brother Niu doesn't like to talk much, but every word he says always hits the point. From the sporadic conversations between the two, Wu Yan learned a lot about the Iron Sword Alliance.

For example, there was a secret rumored within the Iron Sword Alliance related to the true identity of Pharmacist Feng.

Everyone is rumoring that in fact, Medicine Master Feng is the direct grandson of Feng Jiuxiao, the famous "Sword Crazy" founder of the Iron Sword Alliance. Hearing this rumor, Wu Yan was really dumbfounded for a long time. Some of him muttered, since Yaoshi Feng is the direct grandson of the founder of the Iron Sword Alliance, why didn't he become the leader of the Iron Sword Alliance, instead, a foreigner became the leader of the Iron Sword Alliance?

These matters involve core secrets among the top brass within the Iron Sword Alliance, and are certainly not something they, the little deacon disciples, can know. Naturally, Yang Niu and the others did not dare to make any comments.

Yang Hong and Niu Chuang led Wu Yan into a small valley surrounded by mountains. This small valley is surrounded by steep cliffs on all sides. There is only a canyon more than one foot wide here, connecting the world inside and outside the canyon.

There is a tall and solid stone gate at the entrance of the valley, blocking the way out of the valley. When they came in, the door was open, so Elder Feng should be in the valley at this time.

After walking into the valley, the three of them suddenly saw a bright light. What caught his eye was a deep pool with a radius of more than ten feet and a large waterfall that was more than a hundred feet long.

This waterfall is the famous Luojian Waterfall on Zangjian Peak. The entire water flow fell straight down from the Hidden Sword Peak. After several ups and downs, it still showed a straight posture and fell into the Hidden Sword Pond. It really looked like a huge sword dropped from the Hidden Sword Peak. .

To the west of Zangjian Pond, there is a herbal garden with a radius of several acres, in which a large number of unknown and strange herbs are planted. The flowers and colors dazzled the eyes, and Wu Yan couldn't name any of them.

Next to the deep pool, there is a row of five or six stone houses built with granite. Above the deep pool, there is a small pavilion built of green bamboo. A small stone path connects the green bamboo pavilion to a large house in the center of the row of stone houses.

From the first glance, this is the place where the hermit lives, and the sight of it makes one feel leisurely and fascinated.

The three of them did not dare to take a breath after entering the valley. They held their breath and held their breath, cautiously, for fear of disturbing an old man with white hair who was sitting in front of the big stone house, holding a book and reading it with relish.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at a book in his hand with great concentration.

The three people walked quietly to a place about ten steps away from the old man, stopped obediently, and stood there waiting for the old man to finish reading the book before meeting him.

The three of them stood for a long time, but the white-haired old man didn't seem to even glance this way. Wu Yan was hungry all day and night. He only ate a palm-sized coarse grain cake in the morning and was already starving.

However, since Yang Hong and Niu Chuang didn't speak, he naturally didn't dare to speak. Looking at the cautious expressions of the two of them, fearing to disturb the old man, he also knew that this old man must not be offended. What's more, from the two people's mouths, Wu Yan also found out that this old man would most likely accept him as a disciple or servant. This was related to his future livelihood and dependence, and he did not dare to offend him.

"Goo!"

Wu Yan's stomach rumbled a few times. Yang Hong and Niu Chuang looked at him with greatly changed expressions at the same time. Wu Yan showed a dumbfounded expression and shrugged, which clearly meant that the two senior brothers and the younger brother didn't want this either.

The old man frowned his long white eyebrows, finally closed the book and looked at the three of them indifferently.

"Disciple Yang Hong, Niu Chuang pays homage to Elder Feng!" The two men bowed and saluted in panic.

Wu Yan followed suit, bowed down, and said slightly nervously: "Disciple Wu Yan pays homage to Elder Feng."

The white-haired old man made an indifferent cry and put the book in his arms. Then he glanced at the three of them and asked Yang Hong, "Is he the boy you two chose?"

Yang Hongniu broke into the two of them, hurriedly smiled with his face, and replied carefully: "I don't dare to deceive the elders. This junior brother Wu Yan is a new disciple this year. Disciple and senior brother Niu were on duty this morning, and happened to meet junior brother Wu Yan attending the event. Selection. He has performed very well along the way. In terms of endurance, mind, and character, he is the young man who best meets your requirements among this group of disciples. We brothers, thinking that the elder has been looking for such a young disciple, immediately. It was delivered to you.”

The white-haired old man still had an indifferent expression on his face, but he stood up, hunched over, and walked towards Wu Yan step by step.

Wu Yan felt his heart beating a few times unsatisfactorily, and he began to sweat on his forehead. The white-haired old man looked Wu Yan up and down and said warmly: "Little guy, don't be afraid. I want to check your body with my own hands to see if you are suitable to learn my Kung Fu."

Wu Yan nodded obediently. The white-haired old man stretched out his big, pale and skinny hands and squeezed Wu Yan gently, as if he didn't mind the filthiness on his body at all.

Wu Yan was slightly surprised, inexplicably relieved, and no longer felt nervous.

The white-haired old man touched Wu Yan's private parts very carefully, even pinching Wu Yan's lower body, which made Wu Yan blush in shame.

"Well, the physique is very weak, and the muscles and bones are very ordinary." After touching it, the white-haired old man came to a conclusion. Yang Hong and Niu Chuang looked at each other with unconcealable disappointment on their faces. Wu Yan lowered his head in shame, feeling his face turn a little pale.

Before the three of them could say anything else, the white-haired old man paused, stroked his long white beard, and then calmly said: "Whether you can learn my kung fu has little to do with your physique and bones. You should take this pill of Condensing Essence and see what the reaction is. You two can think of me, which is filial piety. Here are four Qi-Gathering Pills. Take them."

The white-haired old man took out a small white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and threw it to Yang Hong and Niu Chuang. The two of them showed ecstasy on their faces. They took the small porcelain bottle, knelt down hurriedly, and kept kowtowed to thank them.

Seeing their exaggerated behavior, Wu Yan almost thought that the old man gave them some magical medicine that could cure all diseases.

Fortunately, when they first came, the two told him the purpose of the Qi-Gathering Pill. Elder Feng directly gave him a green soybean-sized pill and asked him to take it.

Yang Hong explained on the side: "Brother Wu, take it quickly. This kind of essence-condensing pill is very refreshing. Many disciples of our Iron Sword League have received essence-condensing pills as rewards from Elder Feng when they first joined."

Wu Yan took a look and swallowed the bean-sized, green and juicy pill in one gulp. After the small pill entered his mouth, it turned into a cool liquid and flowed into his stomach. A strange cool feeling flowed through his body, and in a moment, the feeling of hunger was magically reduced a lot.

Dr. Feng squinted at Wu Yan during this process. When he saw Wu Yan touching his stomach, he asked, "How does it feel?"

Wu Yan answered honestly, "It's cool and very comfortable. It feels like there is a cool little ant crawling in my stomach, so strange."

Dr. Feng's eyes widened suddenly when he heard Wu Yan's words. He seemed very excited and grabbed Wu Yan's arm without saying anything. His two skinny fingers, shaking uncontrollably, were placed on the meridians of Wu Yan's wrist.