Senior Brother Yang is a typical chatter, Senior Brother Niu doesn't like to talk much, but every time he says a word, he can always get to the point. From the sporadic conversations between the two, Wu Yan learned a lot about the Iron Sword Alliance.

For example, there is a secret matter related to the true identity of the pharmacist that is rumored within the Iron Sword Alliance.

Everyone is rumored that in fact, Feng Yaoshi is the grandson of Feng Jiuxiao, the famous "sword idiot" of the founding patriarch of the Iron Sword Alliance. Hearing this rumor, Wu Yan was really dumbfounded for a long time. He muttered a little, since the pharmacist Feng is the grandson of the ancestor of the Iron Sword Alliance's founding faction, why didn't he become the leader of the Iron Sword Alliance, but a person with a foreign surname became the leader of the Iron Sword Alliance?

These things involved the core secrets between the high-ranking people within the Iron Sword Alliance, and of course they were not known to these little deacon disciples. Yang Niu and the others naturally did not dare to comment on it.

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

There is a tall, sturdy stone gate at the mouth of the valley, which blocks the way into the valley. When they entered, the gate was open, and Elder Feng should be in the valley at this time.

After walking into the valley, the eyes of the three of them suddenly lit up. What enters the eye is a deep pool with a radius of more than ten zhang and a large waterfall more than 100 zhang long.

This waterfall is the famous Falling Sword Waterfall on the Tibetan Sword Peak. The entire flow of water, from the Tibetan Sword Peak straight down, after several ups and downs, still showing a straight posture, fell into the Tibetan Sword Pool, indeed very much like a huge sword from the Tibetan Sword Peak down.

In the west of the Tibetan Sword Pond, there is a herb garden with a radius of several acres, in which a large number of unknown and strange herbs are planted. The flowers are dazzling, and Wu Yan can't name any of them.

Next to the deep pool, there is a row of stone houses made of granite, the size of five or six rooms. Above the deep pool, there is a small pavilion made of green bamboo, and a small stone path connects the green bamboo pavilion with a large house in the middle of the row of stone houses.

At first glance, it is the place where the hermit dwells in the house, and the view makes people feel a sense of leisurely fascination.

After the three of them entered the valley, they didn't dare to take a breath, and they held their breath and held their breaths, cautiously, for fear of disturbing a white-haired old man who was sitting in front of the big stone house at this time, holding a book and reading it with relish.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked very intently at a book in his hand.

The three of them quietly walked to a place more than a dozen steps away from the old man, and obediently stopped, standing in place and waiting for the old man to finish reading the book to meet him.

The three of them stood for a long time, but the white-haired old man didn't even seem to glance at the corner of his eye. Wu Yan was hungry for a day and a night, and he only nibbled on a palm-sized coarse grain cake in the morning, and he was already hungry.

It's just that Yang Hong and Niu Chuang don't speak, so he naturally doesn't dare to speak. Seeing the cautious and fearful expressions of the two of them, he also knew that this old man must not be offended. What's more, from the mouths of the two, Wu Yan also heard that this old man is very likely to accept him as an apprentice or a servant, which is related to his future life and dependence, and he dare not offend.

"Goo!"

Wu Yan's stomach rang a few times. Yang Hong and Niu Chuang looked at him at the same time. Wu Yan showed a crying and laughing expression and shrugged his shoulders, which clearly meant that the two senior brothers and the younger brother didn't want to do this.

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 meets Elder Feng!" the two hurriedly bowed in fear.

Wu Yan did the same, bowed down, and said a little nervously: "Disciple Wu Yan pays a visit to Elder Feng." ”

The white-haired old man sighed indifferently, put the book in his hand into his arms, and then glanced at the three of them, and asked Yang Hong, "He is the boy you two chose?"

Yang Hongniu broke into the two, hurriedly smiled with a smile on his face, and replied cautiously: "Don't dare to deceive the elders, this Senior Brother Wu Yan is a new disciple this year." Disciple and Senior Brother Niu The two of us were on duty this morning, and we happened to meet Senior Brother Wu Yan to participate in the selection. He has been quite outstanding along the way, whether it is endurance, heart eye, or character, he is the young man who best meets your old requirements among this group of disciples. We brothers, thinking that the elder has been looking for such a young disciple, so I sent it to you immediately. ”

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

Wu Yan felt his heart beat a few times, and sweat began to break out on his forehead. The white-haired old man glanced Wu Yan up and down, and said softly, "Little guy, don't be afraid. The old man should check your body with his own hands to see if you are suitable for learning the old man's kung fu. ”

Wu Yan nodded obediently. The white-haired old man stretched out a pair of pale and thin hands and gently pinched them on Wu Yan's body, as if he didn't dislike the dirtiness on his body at all.

Wu Yan was slightly surprised, and breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and he didn't feel nervous anymore.

The white-haired old man touched it very carefully, and even pinched Wu Yan's lower body, which made Wu Yan blush in shame.

"Well, my physique is very weak, and my muscles and bones are very ordinary. After the white-haired old man touched it, he gave a conclusion. Yang Hong and Niu Chuang looked at each other, with an unconcealable look of disappointment on their faces. Wu Yan lowered his head in shame, feeling that his face was a little pale.

Without waiting for the three of them to say anything else, the white-haired old man paused, stroked his long white beard, and said indifferently: "Whether you can learn the old man's kung fu or not has little to do with physique and muscles and bones." You take the old man's condensing pill first, and see what the reaction is. You two can think about the old man's affairs, you finally have some filial piety, here are four Qi Gathering Pills, take them. ”

The white-haired old man took out a small white porcelain vase from his sleeve and threw it to Yang Hong and Niu Chuang. The two of them showed ecstatic expressions on their faces, took the small porcelain bottle, and hurriedly knelt down, kowtowing incessantly in thanks.

Looking at their exaggerated demeanor, Wu Yan almost thought that what the old man gave them was an elixir that could cure all diseases.

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

Yang Hong explained on the side: "Senior Brother Wu, hurry up and take it." This kind of condensation pill is very refreshing. When many disciples of our Iron Sword Alliance first started, they had all received the Condensing Essence Pill rewarded by Elder Feng. ”

Wu Yan looked at it and swallowed the small pill that was the size of a bean and was verdant. After the small pill was swallowed, it turned into a cool liquid and flowed into the abdomen. A strange feeling of coolness flowed through the body, and the feeling of hunger in a moment was magically reduced a lot.

During this process, the pharmacist always squinted at Wu Yan. He saw Wu Yan touch his stomach, so he asked, "How do you feel?"

Wu Yan replied honestly: "It's cool, it's very comfortable." It seems like a cool little ant crawling in my belly, so strange. ”

When the pharmacist heard Wu Yan's words, his eyes suddenly widened. He seemed to be very excited, and grabbed Wu Yan's arm involuntarily, and the two thin fingers, shaking a little uncontrollably, rested on the meridians of Wu Yan's wrist.