Luck is a thing that needs to be condemned bitterly for some people, such as Yi Wenjing sixteen years ago, and for some people, it needs to be praised loudly, such as Yi Jun here and now.

In the early morning of the second day when Dai Zong said goodbye to Yi Jun and his son, he rode his big black horse and reappeared in the field of vision of Yi Jun and his son in the corner tower.

Dai Zong not only brought the crisp morning breeze in the mountains outside Ningku Town, but also brought the good news that the spiritual priest named Ye Guochang wanted to meet Yi Jun and see his psychic potential.

Due to the urgency of time, Dai Zong did not eat at Yi Wenjing's house, or even go to Yi Wenjing's house, but directly asked Yi Jun to ride on the swarthy man's mount at the gate of the city, and hurriedly galloped towards the mountain col where the Nine Emperor Prince Li Qing was encamped.

"Although Mr. Ye Guochang has a lot of ability, he is also amiable, Xiaojun, you don't have to be too nervous when you see him, just answer truthfully if you ask you, don't tell lies. Along the way, watching Yi Jun gradually become proficient in horseback riding, Dai Zong began to teach Yi Jun some precautions for meeting Mr. Ye Guochang.

Yi Jun listened carefully and nodded again and again.

However, compared to these precautions, Yi Jun is more interested in or has some things about spirits in his heart, such as what is psychic, such as is he really sure that he is the only one in this world, known as the pride of the sky, and the spiritual warrior who is difficult to do?

If so, why haven't I felt anything all these years, those wild wolves attracted by their own flutes did not listen to their orders at all, on the contrary, those wild wolves attacked themselves more fiercely than others, if it weren't for the iron dagger that sharpened like mud to protect the body, I am afraid that they would have been buried in the wolf's belly long ago.

Yes, even with an experience far beyond that of a sixteen-year-old boy, Yi Jun was still a little nervous, after all, he had no experience at all about this matter, whether it was those experiences that others knew or those that others didn't know.

It's just that his nervousness is different from his father Yi Wenjing's nervousness, Yi Wenjing will panic when he gets nervous, but Yi Jun will not, he will just turn his nervousness into a high degree of concentration.

Therefore, the high concentration of this spirit is manifested in the royal horse, so in less than half an hour, Yi Jun, who has never ridden a war horse, has been able to control this horse very skillfully.

How to adjust the center of gravity of your body with the horse's running on horseback without getting too tired, when to adjust the direction of the horse's head a little, and when to hit the horse's buttocks with a whip to prevent it from being lazy without making it run too hard...... Wait a minute.

Once you're familiar with these, it's a better experience.

Because Yi Jun no longer feels dazzling because the horse is too fast, and no longer feels very bumpy because the center of gravity adjustment is not skillful, he can even integrate his own adjustment into the rhythm of the horse's running, and then produce that kind of pleasure of control.

Yi Jun's performance fell into Dai Zong's eyes, and he couldn't help but smile on his dark face, and he had a further understanding of the intelligence of this fair-skinned and clean young man.

However, Dai Zong did not praise it, because in his opinion, these are basic skills, and it is not particularly difficult to learn them quickly, and the most important thing is whether other more important knowledge related to life can be learned quickly.

The two of them ran silently on horseback for nearly two hours, and when the sun was about to appear in the center of the heavenly dome, the tent set up by Li Qing, the ninth prince of Dashun, in the mountain col also appeared in his field of vision.

It is said to be a tent, but it is actually a small castle made of mountain stones, after all, in this place of Changbai Mountain, even in the sheltered mountain col, a thin tent alone cannot survive the cold and long winter nights.

Sitting on the horse, squinting at the rough but by no means simple little castle in front of him, Yi Jun suddenly laughed.

"I think the Nine Emperors are also an amiable person, not only amiable, but also extremely generous, this is all three poles a day, and let the soldiers sleep. ”

"It's just that it's really good to have no guards to patrol and no sentry posts? The beasts of Changbai Mountain are fierce, cunning, and even insidious. Or is there a psychic who doesn't need any guards at all?"

It sounded like a cynicism, but in fact it was just a heartfelt question from a child who didn't know much about the world, Dai Zong's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly stepped on the stirrup, got up slightly from the war horse, and looked at the stone wall of the castle.

The flag on the stone wall is still there, but there is no one under the flag, the original sentry position is empty, and there is no mobile sentry walking around on the stone wall.

The castle is eerily quiet.

"Could it be that His Highness went to the mountains to hunt, no, even if it is hunting, it is impossible not to leave a sentry in this castle, is something wrong?" Dai Zong's face changed suddenly.

"Ride!" he hurriedly struck the horse's buttocks, and the black horse neighed at once, and its hooves flew like a wind towards the castle.

Yi Jun also hurriedly followed.

The gate of the castle, which was supposed to be closed, was now open, not as if it had been violently destroyed outside, but as if the people inside were in such a hurry to get out that they forgot to close the gate.

Rushing into the castle, Dai Zong's worries became a reality, only to see many soldiers lying on the ground, unconscious one by one, but looking at the scene, there was no trace of a fight.

The knife has never been unsheathed, the gun has never been broken, there are no arrows, and there is not a trace of blood in sight.

One of the soldiers even hugged the barrel of a gun and talked in his sleep.

However, what thief has the ability to drug hundreds of people without anyone noticing?

"Get up, get up!" Dai Zong rushed in front of the soldier, his heavy leather boots kicking the soldier in the buttocks.

"Gollum!" the sleep-talker was kicked and rolled over a few times, and as he rolled, his helmet fell off, but he still couldn't sleep.

Yi Jun also stepped forward to shake the soldiers who seemed to be asleep, but they slept so dark and sweet that they couldn't wake up no matter how they shook.

The strange atmosphere suddenly spread at the scene, and Yi Jun couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back, only to feel that his scalp was exploding, and his heart was in his throat.

"His Royal Highness!" Dai Zong's face turned pale and let out a loud shout, and he pulled out his waist knife and rushed towards the depths of the castle.

Yi Jun also pulled out the dagger tied to the hem of his trousers, vigilantly looking around, his heart pounding.

It's just that Yi Jun couldn't hear anything except the sound of those soldiers sleeping soundly, and the intuition of the first hunter in Ningku Town was completely useless here—although it was still in the mountains, he didn't feel any danger—he couldn't feel the beasts around, he couldn't feel the arrows about to shoot out in the jungle in the distance, he couldn't feel anything.

And this danger, which does not feel dangerous, is precisely the most dangerous.

"Oooo

Dai Zong, who came back, was wheezing like a dilapidated bellows, his chest was constantly rising and falling, and the fingers holding the knife were white and trembling slightly, showing that his heart was anxious and anxious to the extreme, but in the face of Yi Jun, a young man who obviously needed him to take care of him, Dai Zong had to forcibly show calmness.

"Your Highness is not here, Lord Ye Guochang is not here, maybe they are hunting!" Dai Zong said to Yi Jun, but he didn't believe these words himself.

It is more likely that the Nine Emperor Princes, Li Qing, and the people around him were taken prisoner.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" A vague sound of the piano suddenly came into Yi Jun's ears, and the sound of the piano was extremely ethereal, as if it came from above the Nine Heavens, and as if it came from a secluded cave in the mountains.

"There is the sound of the piano!" Yi Jun suddenly jumped up, the sound of the piano was really like a candle flame suddenly lit in a dark room, and it suddenly broke the depression formed by the strange atmosphere around him, and Yi Jun instantly felt the light.