Wu Yan also had to prepare an antidote drug, Qingling San, and a healing drug, Jinchuang Ointment.

Compared with those two poisons, these two drugs require more types of medicinal materials, but these medicinal materials are relatively common medicinal materials. These two drugs are also the inspiration that Wu Yan got from the "Book of Medicine". However, Wu Yan didn't plan to just make ordinary medicines, he was going to make some improvements, that is, adding a unique herb that was older to it.

These herbs are also herbs that he accidentally found in the medicine field.

Wu Yan had already planned it a long time ago, and he had already prepared a qiē for this purpose, and as soon as the pharmacist left, he was completely busy in the Yunhai Cave.

Two full days passed. Wu Yan was busy from morning to night, he didn't close his eyes for two days and two nights, and even when he ate, he asked the handyman to send the meals for two days at one time, and he got what he ate in Yunhai Cave.

On the evening of the second day, Wu Yan returned to his stone house with a tired face, and it could be seen that he was very excited now. But he had not closed his eyes for two days, and now that he had relented, he felt very tired, and fell into a deep sleep on the stone bed.

On the morning of the third day, Wu Yan, who was lying on the stone bed, snored like thunder. The stone door of the stone house is closed. When this stone house was built, in order to prevent outsiders from disturbing Wu Yan's cultivation, the pharmacist specially asked the craftsmen to carry out special renovations. Unless someone inside the house opens the stone door, it is extremely difficult for the person outside to push the stone door open.

Wu Yan, who was sleeping, turned over, smacked his mouth a few times, and even had a long stream of saliva on the bed. His current posture was facing the west wall.

On the ground next to Wu Yan's stone bed, a burning incense stick to repel insects was lit. The incense burned for the most part, and the pale blue green smoke floated up from the incense, and the whole room had a faint strange smell of herbs.

On the west wall of the stone house, in that inconspicuous gap, there was a faint gray gas floating into the stone house at this time. Wu Yan seemed to be sleeping very deeply, and the heavy snoring sounded very rhythmically.

After a while, Wu Yan turned over again, turned on his side, and faced east. When he turned over, he accidentally touched a small cloth bag on the bed, and the small cloth bag happened to block Wu Yan's nose.

Wu Yan's snoring gradually disappeared, as if he had fallen asleep deeply. After a while, the stone door of the stone house was opened very lightly from the outside. Wu Yan lay asleep on the bed, seemingly unaware of this qiē.

The stone door was completely opened. From the back of the stone gate, the old face of the pharmacist was revealed. However, there was a sneer on his face now, and the sneer was indescribably mysterious.

The pharmacist was holding the wooden crutch with the old gourd hanging in his hand, and under one arm, there was a long black cloth sac, and he didn't know what it contained. At his waist hung a short sword more than a foot long.

The pharmacist sneered and closed the stone door. He walked to Wu Yan's bedside, looked at Wu Yan who was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed, and suddenly said, "Wu Yan, get up and practice!"

After he finished shouting, his body strangely retreated to the side of the stone gate, staring at Wu Yan who was facing away from him without blinking. Wu Yan didn't react at all, and slept like a dead pig.

The pharmacist suddenly rushed to the side of the stone bed, and used the wooden crutch in his hand to tap Wu Yan's back more than a dozen times. The wooden crutch hit Wu Yan's body, making a "plop" sound, and Wu Yan didn't move, as if he had fallen into some evil art, and he didn't react at all.

"Hahaha, let you be cunning like a ghost, aren't you at the mercy of the old man?" The pharmacist let out a smug laugh, and after making sure that his drug had worked, and had already overturned Wu Yan, he walked to the side of the stone bed, flipped Wu Yan's body over with a wooden crutch, and clicked several times on several big points on his chest.

"Under the preparation of the old man's ecstasy incense and the sealing of the veins, see how cunning you are?" The pharmacist laughed proudly for a while, the laughter seemed to affect his old illness, he covered his mouth and coughed loudly, until the pale skin of the cough turned red, he stopped coughing in front of him, took out a small medicine bottle from his body, poured out a pill, and swallowed it.

Pharmacist Feng was on crutches, grabbed Wu Yan on the stone bed with a blank face, and carried him out of the stone house.

............

Wu Yan now feels that he is really stupid. He felt the urge to slap himself hard.

Prepared carefully, he didn't expect him to fall into the calculation of the old ghost seal pharmacist. This calculation, which he never expected, was now a yellow sheet of paper on his brow.

To be exact, it should be a strange yellow sheet of paper that imprisons his ability to move.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that you, a teenager who is less than fifteen years old, would have such a heavy scheming and city government. I really can't see it, the old man was almost deceived by you. Pharmacist Feng stood in front of Wu Yan with a sneer on his crutches. He didn't expect that he was almost deceived by the young man in front of him.

Wu Yan glared angrily and unwillingly, but he kept thinking in his heart about how to get through the crisis in front of him. He calculated thousands of calculations, calculated all kinds of possibilities, but did not calculate, the pharmacist actually had a strange yellow table paper that could imprison people's actions.

"What the hell is this, why can't I move when it's stuck on my head?" Wu Yan asked in an unwilling trembling voice.

"What's that? Haha, that's a great question. Of course, the old man will tell you what this is, but before answering you, the old man is very curious about why you didn't have the Ecstasy Incense and the Acupoint Pulse Sealing Hand, my good apprentice, can you tell the old man?" The pharmacist sneered proudly, with a hint of doubt on his face.

The pharmacist is indeed very puzzled now, he has blown a large amount of ecstasy incense into Wu Yan's stone room, the amount of these ecstasy incense is enough to fascinate ten big buffaloes, but this kid is not fascinated at all, and he has put such a heavy acupoint pulse sealing hand on him, he seems to be fine, which really scared him into a cold sweat. If Wu Yan hadn't taken advantage of his inattention when he had carried Wu Yan back to his study secret room just now, he would have had reason to believe that even if he didn't die, he might not be able to control Wu Yan anymore.

Wu Yan's eyes were rolling around, and while looking at the place in front of him within the scope of his eyes to think about how to get out, he used words to delay time and said: "Old Feng, I asked myself if I didn't do anything to be sorry for your old man, why did you treat me like this?"

"Boy, you don't have to bother trying to get out of the old man's mouth and stall for time. Actually, it doesn't hurt to sue you. Pharmacist Feng moved a wooden chair and sat down, because he restrained Wu Yan, his mood seemed to be exceptionally good, and his pale and withered old face seemed to gradually begin to radiate youthful vitality. Pharmacist Feng is feeling very good now, he seems to be gradually returning to his youth, full of vitality, and even his hands, which usually look like dead tree bark, are gradually regaining their vitality and vitality. He frowned unconsciously, stretched out his hand to look at it, and said to himself, "Strange, really strange, how do I feel that my vitality seems to be recovering a little bit? The skin on my hands has become as shiny as when I was young?"

Wu Yan naturally also discovered the strange changes in Pharmacist Feng's body, his eyes rolled, and he was secretly a little excited in his heart, and replied casually: "Yes, Old Feng, I also found that you seem to be getting younger, I don't believe you look in the mirror." Your hair is slowly darkening and the wrinkles on your face are decreasing. Ah, have you taken some kind of panacea?"

After a moment of observation, Wu Yan had preliminarily concluded that he was not on the ground now, but in a secret room under the ground. This room is not big, the radius is only two or three zhang, and the height is only more than one zhang. The walls on all sides were dark blue stones, and more than 20 burning oil lamps were installed on them, illuminating the entire stone chamber very brightly.

Wu Yan was now lying face up on the ground, and he could obviously feel that although the ground below his body was a big stone, it was very damp and cold. On the top of the stone chamber, I don't know what kind of paint was used to paint the blood-red ghost heads of nine human heads in a circle. It looks weird and scary.

Pharmacist Feng also noticed a trace of abnormality at this time, he actually really took out a bronze mirror from a corner of the stone room, looked at the mirror, and became stunned. After a while, he suddenly seemed to think of something, his face changed greatly, he ran over in a few steps, grabbed Wu Yan's collar, lifted him off the ground, glared at Wu Yan in horror and said angrily: "Boy, what did you do to the old man!?"