Nangong Jin chased Feng Tian out of the Streamer Pavilion and stopped Feng Tian on the way to the Holy Maiden Pavilion.

"Tian'er, what is it about you that you are not happy, can you say clearly? Or, did this king come to you like this, making you feel very embarrassed? Nangong Jin's good mood has long been gone at this moment. He just wanted to find out what Feng Tian was so dissatisfied with before he complained.

Feng Tian raised his head, looked at Nangong Jin, and said lightly.

"How dare Feng Tian complain about Prince Jin, it was Feng Tian who annoyed Prince Jin and made Prince Jin feel unhappy."

"You ......" Nangong Jin was speechless by Feng Tian, and his fingers pointing at Feng Tian trembled slightly.

Feng Tian glared at him, turned around and wanted to walk forward, but just after taking a few steps, there was a sudden sharp pain in his heart.

"This ......"

She stopped, covered her chest hard, and then took a deep breath, not wanting Nangong Jin to see her embarrassed appearance.

Nangong Jin was so angry with Feng Tian that he had an urge to go down the mountain immediately, and was about to leave, when he saw Feng Tian stop not far away, he didn't know what tricks Feng Tian was going to play, so he stood in place and quietly looked at the delicate figure.

After standing for a while, Feng Tian didn't make any movements, Nangong Jin felt a little strange, so he stepped forward and glanced at Feng Tian.

I saw that Feng Tian's face was pale, his forehead kept sweating, and his hand was tightly pressed against his chest, looking very uncomfortable.

"Tian'er, Tian'er, what's wrong with you?" Nangong Jin's expression tightened, and he held Feng Tian.

Feng Tian glanced at Nangong Jin and said softly.

"Nangong Jin, I ......"

As soon as he said this, Feng Tian had already fainted, Nangong Jin picked her up and ran forward, ran two steps, he turned his head to look at Ruxiang.

"Rue Xiang, quick, go and tell Elder Shen and Elder Lu that Tian'er is poisoned."

Rue Xiang was startled, she nodded at Nangong Jin, turned around and ran towards the Streamer Pavilion.

"Shen, Elder Shen, Lu, Elder Lu, Patriarch, Patriarch, Patriarch She ......"

"What's wrong with the patriarch?" Lu Yingying looked at Ruxiang nervously.

"The poison of the love Gu on the patriarch's body has flare up again." Yun Xiang gasped.

"What? Why did you have another seizure so soon? Lu Yingying sat down on the chair and looked at Shen Changfeng.

Shen Changfeng put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and sighed softly.

"Hey, it seems that we have to help Nangong Jin take the position of the lord of Daqi."

"What does Elder Shen mean?" Lu Yingying looked at Shen Changfeng.

"Hmm!" Shen Changfeng nodded lightly, but did not speak again.

"Two elders, go and see the patriarch!" Ruexiang, who was standing on the side, rubbed her hands in a hurry.

Shen Changfeng looked at Rue Xiang and said to her, "You go back first, Elder Lu and I will go to the Holy Maiden Pavilion." ”

"Yes, Elder Shen."

Rue Xiang saluted the two elders, turned around and ran towards the Holy Maiden Pavilion, and Elder Shen also got up and looked at Lu Yingying.

"Let's go, let's take a look, but in this case, Rongzheng's antidote should already be on the way."

On a small road nearly a thousand miles away from the snow fog, Rong Zheng took the antidote and rode all the way towards the snow fog mountain.

Last night, Yingxing suddenly appeared in Youping Yuan with a celadon bottle, saying that he wanted to exchange the antidote with him.

Rong Zheng was puzzled for a while, and was about to ask her what had happened, but Yingxing had already thrown the antidote to him and told him that it was a temporary antidote that could relieve the pain of the poison of the love Gu.

Rong Zheng immediately understood that it must have been his master who used the Soul Breaking Pill, which forced Yingxing to hand over the antidote.

Rong Zheng kept an eye on it, he gave Yingxing half of the Soul Breaking Pill antidote, and promised that as long as Fengtian's pain was relieved, when he returned to Daqi smoothly, he would give the other half of the antidote to Yingxing.

Yingxing was annoyed, but there was nothing else he could do, so he nodded and agreed, taking away half of the antidote.

Rong Zheng was worried about Feng Tian's safety, so he didn't dare to rest along the way, and hurried towards the snow mist, until he entered the realm of the Dongshan Clan, and his horse speed slowed down.

"If you rush like this, the horse will not be able to stand it, so I'd better rest for a while." He found a great tree, dismounted, tied it to it, sat down under it, and drank some water.

A boy in ragged clothes walked towards him, and when he saw the dry food Rong Zheng was holding in his hand, he swallowed hard.

When Rong Zheng was in Daqi, he had already heard about the Dongshan Rebellion, and he himself was an orphan, but he only changed his life when he met Nangong Jin, so he was very sympathetic to these lonely and poor children.

"Want to eat?" Rong Zheng asked softly.

The child looked at Rong Zheng, but he didn't dare to speak, just bit his lip and looked at the white-faced steamed bun with his eyes.

Rong Zheng grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Here, here you go!"

The child hesitated for a while, then ran towards Rongzheng in ecstasy, snatched the steamed bun in his hand, and devoured it.

"Slow down, slow down." Rong Zheng said with a smile.

In just a moment, the child ate all the steamed buns, and at this time, his courage gradually grew, and he sat down next to Rong Zheng and asked.

"Big brother, are you leaving Dongshan?"

Rong Zheng looked at him and nodded slightly.

"That's right, I'm going to Snow Mist."

The boy looked around, then leaned closer to Rongzheng and asked in a whisper.

"Big brother, do you still have steamed buns?"

Rong Zheng looked at him with some amusement, and after half a salary, he nodded.

"Yes!"

"Then let's make a deal." The boy said mysteriously.

"Making a deal? What is the deal? Rong Zheng looked at him with some puzzlement.

"I'll tell you how to leave Dongshan, and you give me the rest of the steamed buns."

Rong Zheng looked at the boy, and after a moment, he asked.

"Didn't you follow this road all the way to the Dongshan border? Why do I want you to teach me how to walk? ”

The boy glanced at Rong Zheng with disdain: "Aren't you afraid of the people of Donglingmen?" ”

"Donglingmen?" Rong Zheng frowned slightly.

He had heard that after Hei Wuxian seized the power of Dongshan, he secretly raised a dead guard in the Dongling Palace, and the people outside called him the Dongling disciple, and the Dongling disciple swore allegiance to Hei Wuxian, and did not care about personal life and death, plus the Dongshan people were already strong, and the Dongling disciple was even stronger, and he was good at crooked arts, which was extremely difficult to deal with. Alone, it is true that they are no match for them.

After thinking about it, Rong Zheng looked at the boy.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

"Mantou knows!" The boy patted his stomach.

Rong Zheng looked at him with a little crying and laughing, and asked again: "Then how do I know where there is a road to the Snow Mist Clan besides over there?" ”

The boy pointed to his head again: "I know here." ”

Rong Zheng was completely defeated by the boy, he got up, patted the dust on his body, and prepared to get on the horse.

"Child, big brother, I still have urgent matters, I don't have time to listen to you talking nonsense here, I'm leaving."

When the boy saw that Rong was about to leave, he was in a hurry, so he jumped in front of Rong Zheng's horse and stopped him.

"What I'm saying is true, you have to believe me."

Rong Zheng narrowed his eyes, such a young child actually had such light skills, which made Rong Zheng suspicious, he tentatively attacked the child, and saw that the child dodged and avoided it.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you fooling me here? Rong Zheng's face sank, he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible at the moment, Feng Tian was still waiting for his medicine.

The boy laughed and whistled, and in a moment, a large group of children his size poked their heads out from all sides and surrounded Rongzheng.

"Dongling disciple? Are you the Dead Guard? Rong Zheng secretly screamed that it was not good.

The boy nodded, "That's right, you guessed it, it's too late." Above! The boy waved his hand.

Hearing his order, those children surrounded Rong Zheng together, and in the next second, all kinds of strange blades flew towards Rong Zheng.

"Gotta get out of here quickly." Rong Zheng muttered in his heart, but before he could jump on the horse, a boy had already flown towards him, and Rong Zheng fell to the ground.

He sat down on the ground, gently rubbed his sore back, and cursed in a low voice.

"These little bastards, are you forcing me to use force against children?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange flute sounded, and the children turned and fled with a look of horror on their faces.