Yin Jiao stood quietly in the void, melting into the darkness, staring at the Arrow God Mountain.

In the corridor dug along the mountain, there are stone pillars, and a torch is placed outside each pillar, and there is an archer hidden behind the pillar, their eyes wide open, vigilantly watching around, to prevent any Qin army from attacking from the air, but no one can find the suburbs of Yin.

Yin Jiao had already spent a day in Jianshen Mountain, and he really watched the battle during the day.

He was also a little surprised that Ying Yiran was able to defeat Meng Wuself. It's just that compared to Meng's own accident, he is much more indifferent.

After all, this is not his battlefield.

Ying Yiran can confront Meng Ziwei, which is a good thing for him.

The Meng family is a legend in the military world of Great Qin, standing for thousands of years. The Longxiang Legion is also the strongest of the four border legions, enough to compete with the Eagle Yang Legion. Yin Jiao won over the Tiger Step Legion and the Phoenix Dance Legion, but failed to win over the Longxiang Legion.

The Meng family is only cooperating with him now, and there will definitely be a fierce battle in the future.

If Ying Yiran can restrain Meng Ziwei, Yin Jiao is happy to see it.

The purpose of his visit to Arrow God Mountain was to find Mowgli and the Feather People Archer. However, after watching it for a day, he didn't see these two people. No matter how fierce the battle was, neither man showed up.

This surprised Yin Jiao.

Yin Jiao didn't want to wait any longer, he glanced around and saw a middle-aged man in delicate armor walking down the corridor, followed by four sturdy guards. He smiled slightly, his figure flashed, and he pounced.

"Who is it?" One of the guards beside the middle-aged man sensed the danger, dodged and moved in front of the middle-aged man, and at the same time drew his bow and raised his hand to shoot an arrow. At the same time, the two guards stopped sideways in front of the middle-aged man and raised the rattan shield in their hands. Protecting the middle-aged man, retreat to the stone wall.

Their reaction was not unpleasant, and their cooperation was not tacit, but in front of Yin Jiao, this qiē was of no avail.

Yin Jiao stretched out his left hand, grabbed the sharp arrow that was shooting quickly, dodged to the back of the guard, and plunged the feather arrow into his neck. With a flick of his right hand, the two guards who were in front of the middle-aged man flew out, and followed. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the middle-aged man's neck, and with him, like a breeze blowing, disappeared.

It was only at this time that the guards next to them reacted and raised their weapons one after another. But they could not find the enemy, only to see one of the guards clutching the feathered arrow sticking out from under his chin, spurting blood and falling to his knees. The bowstring in his hand has not yet stopped vibrating. One of the guards was pale, his eyes widened, and the sword at his waist had just been drawn halfway.

In the distance, a guard flew out a dozen paces away. It slammed into the stone wall with a muffled thud. One of the guards flew out of the Arrow God Mountain and fell into the deep valley, letting out a terrible scream.

And the middle-aged man they threw their lives to protect was gone.

After a brief moment of horror. The guard woke up from a dream and screamed, "The eldest prince!

In an instant, the Arrow God Mountain was like a great enemy. Bands of archers rushed out, drew their bows and arrows, and waited for them. Torches were lit, illuminating the top and bottom of the Arrow God Mountain as bright as day, and the slightest trace was visible. A branch of rockets shot into the deep valley next to it, illuminating the dark valley.

Lin Xuanzhi came, Lin Xianzhi came, several princes and princesses came, and then Ying Yiran and Wang Wang also arrived.

After carefully questioning the surviving guards and the surrounding soldiers, Ying Yiran's face changed.

"It's probably Yinjiao. ”

"Who is Yin Jiao?" Lin Xuanzhi's face was ugly. In Jianshen Mountain, in his own palace, under the noses of countless elite archers, the first heir to the throne of the Yu Republic of China was actually taken away. Yu Minguo is simply disgraced, he wants to pull out this Yin suburb and break the corpse into thousands of pieces.

Ying also looked at Wang Wang. Wang Wang rubbed his big hands, told Yin Jiao about the situation, and finally added: "Wuji and Ziyue's sister once fought with him in Nanshan, Ziyue's sister was also injured, and then Wuji used a trick to lure him into the cave and buried him alive in the mountain." ”

Lin Xuanzhi's cheeks twitched. "Since you are buried alive in the mountains, how can you come out again?"

"People in the Dao realm are difficult to guess with common sense. Ying Yiran said lightly: "With the strength of the king, can you kidnap a seventh-order arrow sect in front of everyone's eyes without being discovered?"

Lin Xuanzhi shook his head. The eldest prince had just risen to the seventh order, and there were four guards from the Arrow Sect Realm by his side, with his strength, he could kidnap the eldest prince, but he couldn't do it so easily. Don't say that he can't do it, I'm afraid that even the peak of the Arrow Sect can't do it.

The people of the Dao Realm are actually so powerful that Cheng Dù? Daughter Lin Ziyue is said to have also entered the Dao Realm, isn't she just as powerful? In this way, I am afraid that the title of the first heir of the King of the Yu Republic of China will fall on Ziyue's head.

Not only Lin Xuanzhi thought so, but several princes and princesses, including Lin Ziyi, also thought so, and looked at each other one by one. But when they looked at the dark night sky outside the corridor, they shuddered at the thought of the powerful enemy who had just taken their eldest brother captive.

Lin Xuanzhi thought for a moment: "Then what should we do?"

"There is nothing we can do about such people. I had to be when he didn't save zài. Ying Yiran sighed, a little helpless. "Do your best, let it be the fate of heaven. Strengthen your vigilance, double the guards around the king, the national teacher, and all the princes and princesses, and try not to act alone. ”

She paused, then added, "Don't worry, he may be more nervous than we are." After all, he only has one person, and we have two of us. ”

When Lin Xuanzhi and the others heard this, they also wanted to laugh, but they couldn't laugh.

The word Dao Realm has been deeply engraved in their minds since then.

......

Wuji sat on a pile of grass, supported his cheek in one hand, and held a grass stalk in the other, drawing twice on the ground from time to time, and then stretching out his foot to erase it, and re-drawing.

He had been painting like this for half the night.

A giant jailer stood aside, looking at him silently through the fence.

Mowgli ignored him. He knew what the jailer was doing, and he just wanted to write down what he had drawn, and then tell it to the sand gull. That's what he wants, to find some difficult problems to distract the sand startling gull and keep him from resting, so that he can have a chance to study this prohibition.

He had a vague feeling that although the Sand Startling Gull Man was not in the dungeon, he was able to do it in a certain way. Connecting his mind to this fence, what he is doing here, the sand gull can feel. As for what Cheng dù can feel, whether it is exhaustive or vague, he is not sure.

If he doesn't let the sand gull be distracted, he will always be under the watchful eye of the sand gull, and this feeling alone is very bad.

Mowgli drew a pattern of the ground, then yawned and threw down the grass stalks. He said to the giant jailer who was watching with wide eyes wide open, "Bring me something delicious." Otherwise, I won't draw it, so you won't have to look at it. ”

The giant jailer looked at him and blinked in embarrassment.

"If you starve me to death, will your national teacher skin you?"

The corner of the giant jailer's eyes twitched, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You wait, I'll go get it." ”

"Hurry up, or I'll wipe it all out. ”

The giant jailer listened. I didn't dare to slack off, so I ran away. He reported the situation to the cell boss, and then ran out of the dungeon and went straight to the National Teacher's Palace.

The sand gull rubbed his eyebrows. Listening to the jailer's report, he sneered: "What do you see, draw it." ”

Someone next to him had a pen and paper, and the jailer had a pen in his hand. I thought about it for a long time and drew something on paper. Mowgli painted on the ground for a long time and erased a lot. Although he memorized it by heart, he only remembered a little, and it was incoherent.

Sha Jingou looked at it and shook his head. He couldn't understand what it was. But this is also a helpless thing, smart people are difficult to control, and stupid people are obedient. This jailer is already quite smart in Xiaoyang Kingdom, but compared to Mowgli, he is no different from an idiot.

However, Wuji wants to eat, which is a good phenomenon, at least it shows that he is not tough enough not to be afraid of death, and he still needs to eat to live, and he can't live by his vitality alone.

"Bring him these pen and paper. If you want to eat, write the heavens. ”

The jailer answered, returned to the dungeon with a pen and paper, and conveyed the order of the sand starter.

Mowgli was very cooperative, and wrote a lot of paper that the jailer had brought over. When he was in the Heavenly Book Tower, he almost swept the collection of books in the Heavenly Book Tower. At that time, it was just to train my hand-eye cooperation, and it was not really used as a secret, but it was more than enough to deceive the sand gull.

Wuji used a plausible analysis of the heavenly book in exchange for a big meal. After a full meal, he burped comfortably, lay on the haystack, and fell asleep, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sha Jingou couldn't sleep, he stared at the book of heaven written by Wuji, and the more he read it, the more itchy he became. This part of the content is about spiritism, and it is very mysterious, and he can only understand a small half. But this small half is enough to make him happy to see the hunt.

Because he had seen similar content in the memory of the great master, it was with that little bit of content that he raised the soul searching technique to a higher level, and easily controlled the entire Xiaoyang Kingdom.

Sha Jingou pondered for two days, but still couldn't really understand. He began to suspect that Mowgli was playing tricks on him, so he went to the dungeon himself.

Wuji, who was meditating, opened his eyes as soon as he heard the footsteps, and looked at the pale sand gull with a smile, and was overjoyed. As he expected, people die for money, birds die for food, and sand startling gulls are careerists and crazy people, and they will definitely take the bait when they see spiritism.

"What's the matter?"

"Are these things you wrote true or false?" the sand startling gull shook the paper in his hand.

"Is it true or not, you can't tell it yourself?" Wuji chuckled, stretched out his finger, and motioned for Sha Jingou to sit down. "If you have any questions, sit down and ask, I don't promise to tell the truth, whether it's true or not, you have to weigh it yourself. ”

The sand gull snorted, annoyed, but helpless, so he ordered someone to bring a seat and sit cross-legged outside the fence.

The two of them began to sit down and talk across the fence. Sha Jingou asked one question after another, Wuji sometimes responded calmly, sometimes avoided talking about it, looking at him left and right, making Sha Jingou scratch his ears and cheeks, one moment ecstatic, and another moment like thunder-

(To be continued......)