The afternoon sun sprinkled most of the Thousand Grass Valley. Wu Yan lazily sat on the Taishi chair in front of the stone house. On the flat ground two feet away in front of him, four puppets of different heights were placed in a row. The four puppets, the highest one is more than one zhang high, and they look very powerful, and the lowest one is only five feet high, and the fat ones are very funny.

The whole of the four puppets is carved from a very strange dark cyan wood, which is lifelike.

Although Wu Yan was lying on the Taishi chair, squinting his eyes slightly, his hands were strangely raised forward, constantly changing the complicated and mysterious gestures, and the words in his mouth were even whispered. Suddenly, the tallest puppet standing on the far left rattled a few times in its belly, and then walked forward.

The puppet was more than a foot high, mighty, and although it was clumsy when it walked, every time it took a step, the ground must have made a very loud vibration sound, and the momentum was very amazing.

Wu Yan's squinting eyes showed a hint of surprise, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he continued to make some kind of mysterious gestures. It is also strange to say that the puppet began to make all kinds of humane movements in front of him with his gestures.

One will punch, the other will kick, quite methodical.

Suddenly, Wu Yan pointed to the ground with one hand and shouted, "Zha!"

The tall puppet, with his low shout, jumped high, and then smashed his fist down on a boulder two feet square in front of him.

A loud bang came from the puppet's fist, and the boulder turned into debris all over the ground under the puppet's punch, and the puppet's fist did not leave any traces.

After this action, Wu Yan's forehead was already slightly sweaty. Wu Yan stood up in surprise, laughed a few times, and looked at the tall puppet standing in place, quite complacent.

After smacking his mouth for a while, Wu Yan said to himself: "Alas, it's a pity, these puppets are just some low-grade goods, not even first-class puppets, just some useless defective products." This kind of defective puppet must also rely on complicated spells to control, and it is not very powerful. If it's a real puppet, it's much simpler and easier to use. But then again, if there really is a first-level puppet, I'm afraid I can't control it now. Didn't it say in "The Fragments of the Puppet" that only when the divine consciousness is strong enough to a certain extent and can split the divine thoughts, can the real puppet be controlled. I'm only at the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Stage now, and my divine sense is still very weak, so if I really have a puppet for me to drive, how can I drive it?"

Wu Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, wiped the sweat beads on his face, and sat back down.

Now half a year has passed since the death of the pharmacist seal. In the past half a year, Wu Yan relied on the remaining few Ziyang Pills to cultivate to the realm of the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Period.

Although the pharmacist had been missing for more than half a year, the entire Iron Sword Alliance didn't seem to pay much attention to him at all. This also made Wu Yan, who had been secretly worried, gradually put his mind at ease.

In fact, according to the identity and status of the pharmacist in the Iron Sword Alliance, except for a limited number of people, I am afraid that no one would dare to deliberately inquire about his whereabouts. However, in order to prevent the high-level of the Iron Sword Alliance from asking about the whereabouts of the pharmacist seal, Wu Yan still made several preparations.

First of all, in the past six months, he learned to imitate the handwriting of Pharmacist Feng, wrote a letter under the pretext of traveling far away to find medicine, and carried it with him. Secondly, according to the prescription for refining the Qi Gathering Pill recorded in the "Book of Medicine", he refined a batch of Qi Gathering Pills with good quality and prepared them, so that one day Li Ruoxu, the leader of the Iron Sword Alliance, would ask about the Qi Gathering Pill, and he would also have a way to prevaricate.

In the past six months, in order to study the magic formulas in the second half of the "True Recipe for Qi Cultivation", Wu Yan began to collect all kinds of classical books everywhere, including the strange books and ancient characters of Confucianism, the exorcism runes of Taoism, and the mantras of Buddhism.

Finally, he had a breakthrough recently, allowing him to study one of the lowest level of object control among the dozen or so spells. This allowed him to successfully manipulate the four puppets.

Speaking of which, this is also thanks to the pharmacist Feng. The wood used to make these puppet puppets is all iron chestnut wood that has grown for hundreds of years, and he already has some spirituality, if it weren't for this, he would have learned the art of controlling things, and I am afraid that he would not be able to control these four puppet puppets.

After learning the art of controlling objects for the first time, Wu Yan tried to manipulate countless things in the valley, from a small brush to a stone several feet square, and tried countless things, but all of them ended in failure. At first, he thought that something was wrong with the object control technique he had learned, but it was not until he used the object control technique on the four puppet puppets that he discovered the secret.

Wu Yan sat on the Taishi chair again, took out the "True Recipe for Qi Cultivation", flipped to the part of the spell formula, and began to meditate on another spell - the Wind Resisting Technique.

He was ready to spend a lot of time. After all, he had spent more than a month researching the object control technique, and this wind control technique, which seemed to be much more advanced than the object control technique, must have taken more time.

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It was getting late, Wu Yan stood up, didn't care about the four puppets, and let them stand in place, but he himself walked towards a place in the southwest corner of the medicine field in the valley.

Walking to a gravel ravine of different sizes, Wu Yan jumped into the ravine, went straight to a place that looked different from other places, brushed aside the gravel on the ground, and took out the small stove that could grow mysterious green soil from it.

Without the threat of the pharmacist, the entire Qiancao Valley was Wu Yan's territory, and in the past six months, he had only begun to carefully study what was going on with this small furnace and what mysterious functions it had.

Speaking of which, after half a year of research, he really didn't find anything else except that this small furnace could slowly grow green soil buried in the dirt and stones.

This made Wu Yan feel depressed. After the bizarre incident that the green soil can quickly ripen herbs, Wu Yan has listed this mysterious small furnace as one of the magical items, and also regarded this small furnace as the first secret treasure under his eyes.

Unfortunately, this little stove has nothing special about it other than the magical green soil that slowly absorbs from the dirt and stones. This made Wu Yan feel very discouraged.

Looking at the small furnace that had been buried in the ground for half a month, and the outer wall of the small furnace had absorbed a little bit of green soil the size of a fingernail, Wu Yan pursed his lips, and depressedly pulled off the small bit of green soil and put it away closely. He was about to bury the small stove in another place, but after thinking about it, he gave up again.

Taking the small stove back to the stone house, Wu Yan sat back on the Taishi chair.

The sky was getting dark, and a full moon was rising in the east. Wu Yan held up the small stove in front of him with some reluctance, and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

Suddenly, just as he was staring intently at the five clouds on the side of the small stove, something strange happened.

The five cloud patterns, under the illumination of the moonlight, seemed to come to life, distorted and changed, and then, a trace of milky white mist visible to the naked eye converged from the pieces of moonlight, and then melted into the five cloud patterns.

The mist on the moire seemed to be heavier, and it continued to change.

Wu Yan showed an incredible expression on his face, raised the small stove high, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the five cloud patterns on the other side.

Sure enough, the five clouds on the other side are also happening the same bizarre thing.

These ten cloud patterns are constantly absorbing the wisps of milky white mist that are visible to the naked eye condensed by the moonlight, constantly aggravating their own fog.

Wu Yan just opened his mouth and looked at the scene in front of him, dumbfounded.

After a long time, Wu Yan felt that his arm was sore, and finally came to his senses. He hurriedly and carefully placed the small stove on a large stone, and then he himself pouted and lay on the side of the big stone, staring at the ten cloud patterns on the small stove without blinking, for fear of missing even the slightest change in the small stove.

At this time, strange and bizarre things happened again. Just as the ten clouds of cloud patterns continued to absorb the milky white mist formed by the moonlight, the two strange and complex symbols wrapped in the ten clouds of cloud patterns actually began to twist and change. Thin lines of dark green hair climbed from the boulder to the small stove, and then burrowed into the two strange and complex symbols.