A smug smile appeared on Takahashi's face, saying that he risked his life to come here, also for the prosperity of the Takahashi family, and also to fulfill the long-cherished wish of his ancestors, and the patriarch should have fully supported his actions!

At this time, his heart was indeed very excited, but he didn't expect that he who had become a loner would suddenly get the strong support of the two forces of the clan and Kuroda at this time when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, which made his heart suddenly have a feeling of pride and pride.

But at this moment, he shuddered suddenly, his face immediately turned pale, a chill from the bottom of his heart suddenly rose from the dantian, and the bones of his whole body seemed to be torn in severe pain, and a feeling of ten thousand ants devouring his heart instantly surged to his brain, and his whole body shook violently like chaff.

Oh no, that cold poison has flare up again! Takahashi Jiro was shocked, his left hand quickly inserted into his pocket and took out the small white porcelain bottle, bit off the stopper on the mouth of the bottle with his teeth, and shivered, poured two red pills into his mouth, and quickly crawled into the dark cave behind him.

Ever since he was injured by his opponent in the pitch-black forest, this cold air would have flare up every few hours, but fortunately he still had his own Takahashi family's unique secret fire dragon pill on him, otherwise he would have collapsed stiffly in this desolate mountain long ago.

At this time, his whole body trembled violently, lying on the cold, damp rock, like a lost dog, he struggled into the low cave, his left hand trembled and dragged the sleeping bag that fell at the entrance of the cave and wrapped it tightly around his body, and then struggled to sit up, and leaned against the cold cave wall with his mouth open and gasping violently, waiting for the dragon pill he had just eaten in his stomach to exert his medicinal power.

Every time this kind of cold poison attacked, the cold from the bottom of his heart and the sharp pain of ten thousand ants devouring his heart in the joints suddenly made him feel a fear that he had never felt before: this Lingxiumen kung fu hidden in the mountains was too terrifying! I just slapped the other party, not only was the arm painful and unbearable, unable to move, but the cold air that invaded the body made me feel that life was worse than death!

Gradually, a stream of heat rose violently from his stomach, and then slowly spread throughout his body, like a sudden flame quickly burning in his body, gradually suppressing the bone-piercing cold qi on his body, and the cold feeling gradually disappeared.

Takahashi Jiro let out a long breath, knowing that he had once again passed the time of that cold attack, and his little life was safe for the time being. At this moment, a feeling of joy and sorrow suddenly sprouted in his heart.

He was sad that he relied on the fire dragon pill handed down by his ancestors, and temporarily picked up a life. But there is not much left of this fire dragon pill. He really didn't know if he would be able to hold on until the third uncle with the Fire Dragon Pill arrived here.

The good news is that this fire dragon pill invented by the ancestors does work, not only can it suppress the cold when the cold air attacks, but after a few attacks, the cold feeling of the ten thousand ants devouring the heart seems to be much weaker than the last time, and the interval between attacks is much longer. He firmly believed that as long as he had enough Fire Dragon Pills, he would definitely get rid of the cold qi in his body as soon as possible.

Every time the cold attacked, he really felt in his sense that life was worse than death: the cold in his body was completely consistent with the cold in the cave, and this feeling made him have a trace of indescribable joy in extreme pain.

All this proves the speculation of his ancestors: this mysterious martial arts sect that lives in seclusion in the mountains has indeed relied on the external environment to practice the true qi of the coldest. In the stone cave on the top of the mountain opposite, there must be a rare cold treasure hidden in the world!

At this moment, Takahashi Jiro leaned tiredly against the low, dark cave wall, he stared at the cave and suddenly understood in his heart: the Takahashi family was able to go from a small family that relied on fishing for a living, and suddenly became a famous family in the country of R, not only because they had plundered a considerable amount of wealth from China, but also because they had obtained the kind of golden snake toxin that could be refined from the sea.

These ancestors relied on the plundered wealth and this rare snake venom to practice the well-known poison skills at that time, and created a group of ninjutsu masters who were well-known in the R country, which made the Takahashi family among the ninjutsu masters, and also allowed the descendants of the Takahashi family to enjoy many reputations and status in the shadow of the ancestors.

But with the disappearance of the poisonous skills, the kung fu of the Takahashi family has been inferior from generation to generation, and there are fewer and fewer masters who can get ahead. Now it is not easy to come out of a master like my cousin who can have a little reputation in country R, but he has been buried in this land of China.

Thinking of this, a blazing light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his teeth and shouted in his heart: Damn, the ancestors can rely on poison skills to create the glory of the Takahashi family, and Lao Tzu must also rely on cold skills to make the Takahashi family rise again! Only if you can capture this coldest treasure and practice the cold skill, you will definitely revive the prestige of the Takahashi family.

Thinking of this, he immediately leaned cross-legged on the cave wall, closed his eyes and quietly breathed, and used the fiery medicinal power generated by the Fire Dragon Pill to slowly remove the cold qi in his body that made him worse than death. He knew that in order to realize his ambitions, he had to live.

At this time, Wan Lin and the three of them had already left the crowd by the lake and walked towards Orion's house, which was located halfway up the mountain.

A few people walked into the small courtyard of Orion's house, Xiao Jiu immediately ran over from the kitchen, he looked at the young master with a gloomy face, and quickly hid aside to look at Wan Lin and Xiao Ya and said cautiously: "You guys are back, just wait for you to eat."

As he spoke, he looked at Wan Lin and the two little leopards at Xiao Ya's feet and said, "What do you eat?" I'll get it for you."

The two leopards looked up at him and wagged their tails as they ran up the hill behind them without saying a word. Wan Lin patted Xiao Jiu's shoulder with a smile and said, "Hehehe, don't worry about them." They will look for food on their own, and they will not be hungry."

Wan Lin said, beckoning Xie Chao and Xiaoya to walk towards the stream next to him. The three of them went to the stream and dusted off their bodies, then squatted down and washed their faces, then stood up and walked to the next cabin.

In the wooden house, the old man and his grandfather were sitting on a small bamboo chair chatting, both of them holding a long bamboo cigarette pouch in their hands, chatting and "let's da" and inhale, and the room was full of green smoke.

When the two old men saw Wan Lin and the three of them pushing the door in, they all turned their faces to look at the door. Seeing Xie Chao's gloomy face, the old boss raised his hand to take the cigarette pouch away from his mouth, frowned and asked, "Xiaochao, what happened?" ”

When the old man of Wan Jia heard this, he also turned his gaze to Xie Chao, who had a gloomy face, and then looked at Wan Lin and Xiaoya with questioning eyes.