Chapter 1121: The Trump Card of the Mu Palace

Prince Mu's Mansion.

Chu Yehong was wearing a red suit and carrying a long white sword on her back, walking from the door of Prince Mu's Mansion.

When the two guards outside the door saw it was her, they quickly lowered their eyes and bowed their heads with respect.

Chu Yehong came to the two of them, glanced at the civilian carriage parked on the opposite side of the road with doubts, and asked: "Is the young prince at the house?"

"Here...but the young prince seems to be going out."

Just when the guard replied respectfully, Mu Feng, a man in white clothes in the courtyard, walked out in a hurry.

Seeing this, Chu Yehong quickly raised her hands and said: "Little prince, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mu Feng took her hand and hurried towards the carriage.

"Don't say anything, just follow me."

The two got on the carriage, the coachman whipped his whip, and the carriage headed out of the city.

It was only the middle of the night, who was Mu Feng going to see in such a hurry?

Chu Yehong frowned, a little confused.

"Chu Yehong, I am going to meet someone now. You should go and meet him too. It will be good for you."

Hearing this, Chu Yehong stared blankly for a long time and muttered: "In the battle at Fushen Temple, I was blocked by a mysterious woman I had never met before, so..."

"Well, I know everything." Mu Feng said calmly.

Seeing this, Chu Yehong said nothing more.

It seemed that he was going to meet a very important person. Otherwise, he would definitely ask Chu Yehong about the situation at that time.

The carriage drove until dawn and stopped in front of a lake.

Mu Feng took Chu Yehong out of the carriage and walked across the lake, bypassing dozens of peaks, and then stopped on a beautiful cliff in the deep mountains.

This mountain is hidden in the mountains, very secluded, surrounded by lakes, and there is no way to find it. It can be said that it is a unique place of escape.

There is only a small temple on the cliff with only a few rooms inside. There is no temple name on the lintel at the entrance of the temple. At first glance, it looks like a place where someone deliberately lives in seclusion.

When he came to the temple gate, Mu Feng first tidied his clothes, then turned around and tidied Chu Yehong's robes with his own hands.

Chu Yehong was flattered by the sudden change: "My lord, you can't do it!"

"It's okay. I'll take you in to see my master later. You can't lose your etiquette, understand?"

master?

The young prince’s master? !

Chu Yehong has always known that Mu Feng's two senior brothers are extraordinary in strength and their level is higher than that of the three heroes of the palace. Especially his senior brother Gao Jian, whose strength has reached the peak of the Star Sea Realm.

It is conceivable that his master must be an extraordinary senior.

The two of them walked all the way to the small temple. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Gao Jian and Jin Peng who were practicing cross-legged.

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, you are fine."

Mu Feng narrowed his eyes with a smile and cupped his hands.

"Haha, junior brother, you are here, why didn't you tell me in advance? You see, we haven't even prepared the food and wine yet." Jin Peng laughed and stood up.

"Hey, I came here because of the master's order. Where is the master?"

"Oh, master, he is sleeping."

"Okay." Mu Feng took a deep breath and looked helplessly at Chu Yehong: "Ye Hong, these two are my senior brothers, Gao Jian and Jin Peng."

"I've met you two." Chu Yehong said with cupped hands.

"Wow, you are the best swordsman in the world. I didn't expect you to look so iconic. Hehe, you are so beautiful!"

Jin Peng praised him carelessly, which made Chu Yehong feel a little embarrassed.

"That's just what he is, don't mind." Gao Jian stood up, looked at Mu Feng and said, "Junior brother, I was really sorry last time, and neither of us could help much."

The so-called "last time" in Gao Jian's mouth was the recruitment of a son-in-law at Lijing Villa. At that time, in the final stage of the martial arts test, facing the duel between the Chenyao Sword Sect and the blood domain strongman He Zhendong, Gao Jian really No match for them.

In response, Mu Feng shook his head and smiled lightly: "Don't worry about the past. Besides, Bai Chen and Liang Zi from the Blood Territory are now incompatible with each other. I believe that Yao Tian will definitely pull out the Chen Yao Sword in the near future. Zong this nail.”

"Yes, let's wait and see!" Gao Jian sneered sadly. It was obvious that he also hated Bai Chen deeply.

The three senior brothers kept chatting like this from noon to evening.

It was getting dark, but the senior still didn't show up. Chu Yehong couldn't help but frown deeply.

But looking at the way Mu Feng waited patiently, she knew that Prince Mu must have great respect for this master.

night.

As a woman, Chu Yehong, no matter what, it was very inconvenient to get along with three grown men.

After exiting the room, she came to the courtyard alone. Looking at the ancient well bamboo baskets around her, she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The air in the ancient temple at night is very fresh, inhaling it makes you feel refreshed.

Slowly pulling out the long sword and holding it in her hand, Chu Yehong recalled the middle-aged woman in white from Fushen Temple. She unconsciously clenched her hand a little tighter, and suddenly slashed in the air with a fierce and fierce sword energy. Flying directly into the sky, it will completely tear apart the dark clouds that cover the bright moon.

The clouds were torn open, and the moonlight once again filled the earth. At this time, a door nearby was suddenly opened, and a bald monk wearing black cassocks walked out.

This old monk looks calm and indifferent, but there is a hint of sharpness in his eyebrows, which makes people feel angry and respect him invisibly.

"Old senior, you must be the young prince's master." When Chu Yehong saw this person, he quickly swung his hand, and the long sword flew to his head, circled around, and flew into the scabbard automatically with a "whoosh".

At this time, Mu Feng and others also came out and bowed to the old monk.

"My name is Qilu, Chu Yehong, although your swordsmanship is fierce, your shortcomings are also obvious."

The words of Master Qilu made Chu Yehong's face darken instantly.