In the ice prison, Lao Zheng, who was injured, slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Zhu Zhiwen in front of him in a daze, his eyes were filled with tears.

Originally, he thought his son had already encountered an accident, but now he could not be excited when he saw Zhu Zhiwen.

However, when he saw Zhu Zhiwen's miserable situation now, he couldn't help but feel extremely sad again, and felt very sad and angry about Zhu Zhiwen's fate in this life.

I have lived to this day and spent most of my previous life wandering outside, suffering from various kinds of pursuits and various hardships.

Now that I finally returned to the palace, I still couldn't escape this unsatisfactory fate.

He watched Zhu Zhiwen grow up. He had no wife or children all his life. He regarded Zhu Zhiwen as his junior. Apart from being afraid of controversial in the palace, he always cared about Zhu Zhiwen carefully outside.

Now that he saw Zhu Zhiwen like this, how could he not feel uncomfortable, how could he not be sad or angry?

Lao Zheng looked at Zhu Zhiwen and murmured: "Young master, I have found you..."

Because all his martial arts were useless and his limbs were broken, Lao Zheng was old and now he was like a useless person. Just saying this, it seemed very difficult and he was breathing.

Seeing Lao Zheng's difficult appearance, Zhu Zhiwen quickly supported Lao Zheng and whispered: "Don't be excited for now. I'm here, have a good rest. Some words don't have to be said now."

Lao Zheng did not obey Zhu Zhiwen's words. He said anxiously: "Young master, the eldest prince and the second prince... they are the masterminds behind the scenes. They want to die..."

Now Lao Zheng can only tell Zhu Zhiwen what he knows as soon as possible, otherwise he would not dare to imagine that things would develop to the future.

Zhu Zhiwen looked complicated, but very calm. He nodded and replied, "I already know, you don't have to worry too much."

Lao Zheng was about to straighten up, and he said anxiously: "How could he not worry...they...ahem!"

Before he could speak, a mouthful of black blood spit out of his mouth, splashing onto the ground, and even stirring up layers of foam.

When Zhu Zhiwen saw the black blood, he was furious. He said in disbelief: "What did they do to you?"

There was a deep anger in his pupils. He could feel that Lao Zheng must have done something very excessive and even lost all his conscience by these beasts.

Old Zheng looked a little tired. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was no fear in his eyes. He slowly said: "These guys want to waste my kung fu and force me to tell me the whereabouts of the tiger talisman, so he chose the most vicious method and threw a little poison on me."

"But don't worry, this poison is not much powerful, it just ruins my strength. The others are also average, and they taste sweeter than syrup. This living person really looks down on me, Lao Zheng. Even if he is poisoned, he is still so incompetent. It's really..."

Old Zheng, who has always been taciturn

He talked a lot to himself, but Zhu Zhiwen only felt a cold heart. How could he not understand? He knew this poison that could destroy a person's cultivation.

The poison is called Huanong Shui. It has always been specially used by Xuanling to knock on the corners of some monks' mouths. It has been tried and done over the years, and many monks who think they are hard-mouthed and have a strong temperament have spoken, and they are in great pain. They are an extremely famous type of poison in the entire Seven Star Continent.

The most important thing is that there is no antidote at all in this Huanong Water. Once poisoned, unless you have extremely high skills and cultivation, you can not be affected by Huanong Water. Otherwise, death is just a matter of time. To some extent, Lao Zheng can be considered to be a sure death.

Also, Huanong Water is debugged based on the cultivation level of the person taking medicine. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the toxicity will be debugged, and the more painful it will be.

The cultivators in the formless realm have not tried it in recent years, so the Qianyuan realm is already the highest toxicity and the most painful thing.

Zhu Zhiwen was extremely sad. He looked at Lao Zheng, tears could not stop flowing. He said in almost crying words: "Lao Zheng, stop talking. I understand. It will be fine. I will make you fine."

Lao Zheng naturally knew Zhu Zhiwen’s comforting words. He smiled and said, “Young Master, I’m fine now. You don’t need to worry about me. The most urgent thing at the moment is that you must escape from here safely.”

Even if his life is not long, his focus is only on Zhu Zhiwen's safety.

Zhu Zhiwen didn't say anything, just lowered his head and nodded slightly, and his emotions had already reached an extreme low point.

At this time, Lao Zheng said, "Young Master, there is a bulging ring on my left index finger. Please help me see."

His limbs were broken, and now he can't even lift his fingers.

Zhu Zhiwen knew that over the years, he had asked Lao Zheng why there was such a small ring on his finger, but Lao Zheng had been hesitating and mysteriously and did not tell him.

The situation is urgent now, and I finally need to know the secret of this little ring.

Lao Zheng continued, "These guys never thought that I put the most important thing in my fingers. This is actually a space storage spiritual weapon, with a message token inside. I was traveling in the world and had a charity with a disciple from Qingcheng Mountain. He once handed the token to me, saying that as long as there are any difficulties in the future, as long as he can help me, I will definitely come and help me. Now I have already walked into a strange road. Take this spiritual master away, let him help you escape from here later."

The love of the world back then seems to be like a different life now. Later, he became the entourage of the Third Prince of Xuanling, and the Taoist priest of Qingcheng Mountain became a famous figure.

It seems that they all have an excellent future, but who can think of it now? Alas!

Zhu Zhiwen shook his head and said, "I don't want it. This is your thing. Qingcheng Mountain is so powerful. Let's leave here together and we will definitely be able to save you!"

He really didn't dare to accept it because he had a premonition that if he accepted it, Lao Zheng would definitely lose his last bit of obsession and would definitely leave him.

Lao Zheng shook his head, "I understand my own situation. It's no longer possible. As long as the young master continues to live, there will be hope for everything."

All the internal organs have been corroded, the bridge of immortality has been broken, the golden elixir of the dantian has been crushed, and only a broken Nascent Soul is still hanging half of his life, but there is no hope.

Zhu Zhiwen cried and said, "Old Zheng, don't leave me, you are the only relative of me. What should I do if you leave me?"

Over the years, he has long regarded Lao Zheng as his elder, an elder who has been watching him grow up, and now he is suddenly leaving, how can he accept it?

Old Zheng was also full of tears and choked, but he kept comforting: "Young Master, there is no banquet that will last forever. It is normal for me, an old man, to send a white-haired man, to send a white-haired man. If I put it on a mortal, I don't know how many reincarnations I have died. Practice has already made me live a long life."

People who practice practice have no cold and heat on the mountain. Since they have lived for a long time, they will feel slower relative to their feelings about time. This is like a slaughtering life only lasts day and night, but can complete their lives day and night. Living for a long time means living without regrets, and that means having more insights.

For those who practice, living for a long time is just an extension of life. As for the width of life, you have to find it yourself.

Lao Zheng was looking at Zhu Zhiwen at this moment. Although he had been looking at this face for many years, he saw that young man grow up and lose a lot of tenderness, but now, he still wants to take a good look at this face and remember Zhu Zhiwen.

Old Zheng's breath became weaker and weaker. He looked at Zhu Zhiwen with a smile and Xi and said, "Young Master must live well. It's still a long life. You can meet a lot of people and things. I believe someone will understand the goodness of your master and must live well!"

He knew in his heart that Zhu Zhiwen had always had no concern for death, and he might even want to leave early, and was full of dusk.

So Lao Zheng felt sad. It was obviously a time of great youth, so why did he become like this? What's the point of seeing through life and death early?

Zhu Zhiwen nodded and could no longer speak. He didn't know why he lived before, and always felt that there was no meaning of living, but now it seems different.

"Cough cough!" Lao Zheng coughed twice again, blood flowing, but he no longer cared about this at this moment. He just looked at Zhu Zhiwen and said, "Let me call you a young master again, there will be no chance in the future. I hope our young master will have a bright future in the future and will definitely get the most exciting and happiest, hope..."

His words became weaker and weaker, and finally there was no sound.

Zhu Zhiwen raised his hand and slowly covered Lao Zheng's cheeks. His eyes were low and dark. The atmosphere became very depressing in the entire ice prison.

Zhu Zhiwen had an extra ring in his hand. He slowly stood up and said to the guards next to the Bingzhu Gate: "Let your master come here and say I will give him what he wants."

The two guards looked at Zhu Zhiwen's cold eyes, and they were all shuddered in their hearts. They looked at Lao Zheng, who had lost his life, and one of them left the Ice Prison.
Chapter completed!