The Second Immortal Road

　　 Nan'er's arms were very soft, and there was a faint fragrance from time to time on her body. She held Han Ming close to her body, which really made Han Ming enjoy the fragrant nephrite feeling.

　　 About a quarter of an hour later, Han Ming and Nan'er stood in front of a stone room. At this time, Han Ming had already figured out the general situation of the confined space.

　　 The internal engineering of this cave mansion in the mountain is very large, almost hollowing out a mountain.

Most of the stone chambers are empty. There are about 20 or 30 stone chambers with some dry medicinal materials. It looks like they have been stored in the stone chamber for a long time, and many of them are dark black, but these medicinal materials show no signs of damage. , On the contrary exudes a faint medicinal fragrance.

　　 After turning around, Han Ming noted two stone chambers that were a little bit different. He wanted to wait until he learned about most of the stone chambers before he looked back and took a closer look.

　　 One of these two different stone chambers is filled with black jars. The heads and bottoms of these jars are small, and the mouths are tightly sealed by yellow mud, so there is no gap between them. There are also seven bookshelves in the stone room. The bookshelves are filled with different books, to say nothing, there are thousands of books. Han Ming took a hasty look. Most of them are about the pharmacopoeia, which is of great significance to him. Helping.

　　 Now Han Ming and Nan'er are standing in front of the stone room filled with mud pots.

　　 After seeing the other stone rooms, they turned back to this stone room. Han Ming also wanted to open a jar directly before and take a look, but who knows what is in the jar, it is not impossible to open it by risking to find that it is a jar of poison that is mortal. Some poisons are still very likely.

Han Ming doesn’t matter, he is poisoned, and Hua Lao is on the sidelines to treat him. Although Han Ming doesn’t catch a cold to Hua Lao, Han Ming still believes in Hua Lao’s ability to detoxify, but in case Nan'er gets caught. It would be difficult to deal with poison, and Mr. Hua might not necessarily help.

"Sister Nan'er, please wait outside. I'll go in and take a look. I can already walk around slowly!" Han Ming smiled at Nan'er. He slowly pulled out the arm held by Nan'er, and then Slowly walked into the stone room.

　　 With Han Ming's instructions, Naner naturally didn't dare to violate it. After all, in the Chi Family, the master's words are the only truth.

　　 Han Ming slowly squatted near these black jars, and looked at them. He wanted to find some details to guess what was in the jars.

　　 But the yellow mud at the mouth of the altar was very tightly sealed, there was no gap, and even no smell came out. Han Ming couldn't find any clues at all, which also strengthened Han Ming's curiosity.

　　 Han Ming thought for a while before opening a jar, Han Ming was not worried that his life would be endangered, after all, Old Hua would not let him die simply.

　　Han Ming pinched his **** in the mud seal, and then ran the inner strength mental method corresponding to the invisible sword art. In his heart, he recalled the sword gesture in the invisible sword. With his two fingers, the mud seal broke a little.

　　 Han Ming smiled helplessly in his heart. His inner strength and true energy can only do such small things. If it is a real fight, it is not enough.

　　 Han Ming saw that a part of the mud seal was broken. He immediately peeled off the remaining mud seal with both hands. He gently tore the mud seal off the thick yellow paper, and squinted his eyes into the jar.

　　 But the light in the stone room is inherently dark, and the jar is dark black, so it's dark inside, and nothing can be seen at all.

　　 "Sister Nan'er, help me get a candle. It's too dark to see clearly." Han Ming turned his head and looked at Nan'er, who was standing outside the door.

　　 Nan'er heard that Han Ming asked her to find a candle or two, so she immediately turned around to find a candle. She remembered that there seemed to be a few candles on the stone wall outside.

　　 After a while, Nan'er walked into the stone room with two candles, and then squatted by Han Ming's side: "Master, candles, here you are."

　　 Naner squatted next to Han Ming, with a curious look, and secretly looked into the jar.

　　According to the current situation of the jar, Han Ming felt that the possibility of a kind of poison in the jar was unlikely, so he saw Nan'er look curious, so he didn't let Nan'er leave again.

Han Ming leaned the candle against the mouth of the jar, then squinted his eyes and looked inside. He frowned, but still couldn't see what was inside. He held the jar again and shook it vigorously. The aroma of wine came out.

　　 "It turned out to be wine. I thought it was something." Han Ming's expression was relieved, but a little disappointed in his heart, Han Ming stretched out his head again, wanting to see what kind of wine it was.

　　 Han Ming shook the big wine jar vigorously again, and suddenly he staggered to the ground, thinking he was taken aback.

　　 Nan'er saw Han Ming sitting on the ground, and immediately supported Han Ming, and asked, "What's wrong with the young master, is there anything scary? Isn't it fermented rice?"

Han Ming waved his hand at Nan'er, saying that he had nothing serious. Nan'er was a little curious when he saw this. His own young master has always been very calm. How could he be scared like this? Nan'er couldn't help but be more concerned about the things in the jar. Curious, she couldn't help but stretch her head over and take a look.

　　 Han Ming grabbed Nan'er's arm with a sullen face, and shook his head slightly at Nan'er, telling her not to stretch her head to look.

　　 Han Ming adjusted his mood a little, smiled at Nan'er, and pulled Nan'er behind him, and then put the yellow cloth back at the mouth of the altar.

During 　　, Han Ming looked inside again, his expression was always gloomy, he sealed the mouth of the altar again with yellow mud, and finally asked Nan'er to take some water to completely seal the altar.

　　 "Isn't there wine in the young master? It smells good, and there is a smell of medicine." Nan'er stayed aside because of Han Ming's obstruction, but still couldn't help asking.

"It's okay, it's just that there are a few snakes in it, probably the medicinal liquor made by the master. At first, I thought it was a live snake, so I was shocked." Han Ming patted his chest, as if he had a lingering heart. He took Nan'er's arm and walked out.

　　 Nan'er saw Han Ming's expression and completely believed in Han Ming, and obediently walked outside with Han Ming, but she did not see the shadow in her eyes when Han Ming turned around.

Han Ming turned his back to Nan'er, his face was ugly. Of course, it was not snakes that were soaked in the jar. Han Ming said there were ten snakes killed in the desert at the time. How could he be afraid of dead objects in a jar? , If he read it right, the one in those jars should be a child under the full moon.

At first, Han Ming thought that Hua Lao would become indifferent when his eyes turned green. At other times he was very kind and should not be a bloodthirsty person, but how could he have thought that he would use a baby to soak in wine and even soak it? With so many altars, Han Ming asked himself that he was not a great saint, but he could not do such things yet.

　　 But Han Ming was not stupid enough to expose Hua Lao. He could only pretend not to know, pretending that nothing had happened, but put Hua Lao in an extremely dangerous position in his heart, and he needed to be on guard at all times.

Han Ming's expression quickly changed back to his normal color. He took Nan'er and walked to another stone room. There were many medical classics. Han Ming knew that the only thing he could do now was to improve his abilities and strive to win over him. When the value of the use is not exhausted, he has the ability to protect himself, or maybe this ruthless master will die.

However, in just a few years, it is not easy to surpass Hua Lao in strength, and most of what he has learned is from Professor Hua Lao, but the only thing that makes Han Ming feel a little relieved is that he has made a breakthrough in his nameless verbal decision. I believe that this set of tactics will not always be so useless.

　　Han Ming suspected that his memory was strong because of this nameless technique, which shocked Han Ming's heart. After all, he hadn't heard of the inner gong mental technique that can strengthen people's memory!

Han Ming kept flipping through the books in the stone room, chanting frantically what he found useful. With the increase in the number of books he browsed, he gradually discovered that the quality of the books here is not comparable to that of Zhu Chiyuan's collection of books. The tower is far worse than here.

　　 Nan'er was also looking at some books, but she fell asleep by the bookshelf as she watched it. This can't be blamed on her. These medical books are really meaningless, and of course they can't compare to the fox fairy books that Zhu Yiwen read.

"The scholarly fox fairy book given to me by the big brother~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I haven't read it yet. If you can go out, you must check it out, otherwise the big brother asks me something and I don’t know it. Now." Han Ming suddenly thought of Zhu Yiwen and couldn't help but smile.

　　 ""Poison 3,683"?" Han Ming muttered to himself, he looked at the book in his hand, and started to browse quickly after a little thought.

　　It is said that there is no time in cultivation, and if you are fascinated by reading, you will forget the time.

Han Ming raised his head, put down the book in his hand, and rubbed his temple vigorously with two fingers. His memory was amazing, and he could not help being dizzy at this time. Han Ming slightly estimated that he might have read it four or five. It's an hour.

　　 Han Ming stood up slowly while supporting the bookshelf. With a little luck, he found that the white and yellow bile poison on his legs had completely disappeared.

　　 Han Ming clamped the silver needle on his left leg with both hands, and wanted to pull it out. Since the poison on these legs has been detoxified, these two needles should be useless.

However, no matter how hard Ren Hanming tried, the silver needle seemed to have taken root. It didn't move any minute. If Han Ming used more strength, he would feel a sharp pain. Han Ming had no doubt that if he exerted some strength, it would also take the silver needle. The needle is pulled out, but it will inevitably tear off a large piece of meat.

　　 Han Ming honestly gave up the idea of ​​unplugging the silver needle, after all, this was asking for trouble.

　　 Han Ming walked out of the stone room slowly, and found Nan'er sitting on a stool in a daze. Not knowing what he was thinking, Han Ming didn't bother her.

　　 Han Ming walked slowly to the door of the Hualao Shishi, bowed his head and bowed over to give a salute. Han Ming had no less etiquette to do, especially after he discovered the wine.

　　 "Master, the poison of the white and yellow gall bladder on the legs of the disciple has been completely eliminated, and I ask Master to remove the silver needle from the leg."