In front of Da Chu Changhong Road, a flying horse came to the dust, and none of the outpost checkpoints along the way dared to come forward to stop it, just because the flying horse was hunting behind a gold-edged dragon flag.

Those who are familiar with the military system of Great Chu know that this is the mark of the Golden Dragon Feixin, the most elite Xiang Jiajun in Great Chu.

No one shall stop the dragon flag wherever it goes.

And the Golden Dragon Feixin Knight, every 100 miles for one person, for one horse, there must be no delay halfway.

Often, what they send is the most important military secret.

According to the laws of Da Chu, as long as the messenger is blocked from two snaps of his fingers, he will be tortured and his ears will be cut, if it is ten snaps of his fingers, he will have to take his nose, and fifteen snaps of his fingers will be directly beheaded.

As soon as he entered Dachu, Xiang Ming took the family seal letter and went to the border city military post, and picked a fast horse with the strongest foot strength and went straight to Longchuan City, the capital of Chu.

This place is still nearly a thousand miles away from Chudu, if it is a better way, it will take at least half a month to reach it, but he does not have such a long time now.

Meng Juntong has not yet entered the Chu realm, and her unconscious appearance before leaving is always reminding Xiang Ming to find the adult as quickly as possible and take him to treat Meng Juntong.

He believed that only that big man could solve Meng Juntong's problems.

Along the way, he crossed the post to change horses without changing people, without eating, drinking, or unraveling, and ran for three days and two nights before he came to Longchuan City.

Even Xiang Ming, who had quietly become a little grandmaster in the martial arts realm, couldn't help but shake his body when he came to Longchuan City under the rush of this intensity.

Seeing the arrival of the Phnom Penh dragon flag, the defending soldiers of Longchuan City hurriedly gave way.

There is often this kind of order flag, and most of them are because there is going to be a war at the border pass, and it is the kind that has a lot of movement.

The sergeants who are on errands in Longchuan City generally have this kind of insight, especially in the past two years, the battles at the border pass have become more and more frequent.

Of course, it is not necessary to report all kinds of wars in this way, after all, many war horses have to run and die along the way, and this cost is really considerable.

Longchuan City is prosperous, but in order to facilitate the transmission of information, the government has set up a post road.

On weekdays, it is strictly forbidden for ordinary people and merchants to approach the post road, and violators are directly beheaded to show the public.

Xiang Ming got on the post road, and once again strengthened his spirit and rode his horse wildly, his goal was only one at this time, that is, the National Teacher's Mansion near the palace.

With a terrible neighing of the war horse, the moment Xiang Ming came to the front of the National Teacher's Mansion, the BMW Liangju, who was already foaming at the mouth, let out a wail and fell heavily to the ground.

Xiang Ming glanced back at the dying war horse, and inevitably felt a little guilty in his heart.

He knew that someone would soon come to collect the corpse of the horse and give him a reburial of the foal.

Xiang Ming didn't care about anything else, and strode towards the National Teacher's Mansion.

There are no guards or guards in front of the National Teacher's Mansion, and the door is always open on weekdays.

As soon as he was admitted to the hospital, Xiang Ming immediately noticed that there were several breaths on his body, and each of them had reached the level of a junior grandmaster or above.

In fact, this is also Xiang Ming's own strength to reach the little grandmaster, so he can have this sense, before this, he was only slightly depressed, and he would not be so obviously aware of it.

Xiang Ming stopped and took a breath, since he had arrived here, he could also take half a step slowly, the national teacher attaches great importance to etiquette, if he breaks in recklessly, he will inevitably be reprimanded, which will be a waste of time.

Xiang Ming stood still in the middle hall, clenched his fists and shouted at the inner hall.

"Disciple Xiang Ming, ask to see the teacher. ”

In fact, when Xiang Ming was very young, he worshiped under the door of this national teacher.

It's just that at that time, he was just a registered disciple, as we all know, there is only one disciple that this national teacher really recognizes, and that is Xiang Yun, the number one swordsman recognized on the rivers and lakes today, that is, Xiang Ming's elder brother.

However, Xiang Ming saw that the national teacher was always known as a teacher, and the national teacher had no opinion on this, after all, a named disciple was also a disciple. Moreover, among the many registered disciples, Xiang Ming's temperament and ability are also relatively outstanding.

Although it is not as outstanding as Xiang Yun, it is also somewhat of his magic eye.

It was only after a long hour that the sound of tuk tuk footsteps came from the inner hall, and a middle-aged man in green clothes and a long beard slowly walked out.

"Mr. Zhuang," Xiang Ming snorted deeply at the man.

This Mr. Zhuang is his master, the internal staff of the national teacher, and this Mr. Zhuang also taught Xiang Ming for a period of time when he was a child, so this one respects his husband.

The middle-aged master in Tsing Yi looked at Xiang Ming intently.

Xiang Ming has been going undercover in Qin for many years, and he was still a young man when he left, and he was already heroic when he came back.

In fact, the last time Xiang Ming failed to go undercover, he had already returned to Chu State once.

It's just that he went directly to the Great Chu Palace in Longchuan City, where he met the Great Chu Emperor, as well as the national teacher and the head of the Xiang family.

Others didn't know that Xiang Ming had ever returned.

It was also that time that he reported on meeting Meng Juntong and seeing Qingfeng Sword.

When the national teacher got this letter, he not only stepped forward to protect Xiang Ming, who failed in the hidden mission, but also entrusted him with an important task. Xiang Ming's status in the entire Xiang family has improved a lot, and he has become one of the most powerful contenders for the next head of the Xiang family.

"Xiang Ming, when did you come back, Daqin's hidden mission is over?" asked the middle-aged master, he didn't know what happened to Xiang Ming before.

Xiang Ming didn't have time to explain what happened one by one, and said directly: "Mr. Zhuang, I have something important to meet with the master." ”

The master frowned slightly, Xiang Ming's move was quite against the etiquette law, which made him faintly unhappy.

"The national teacher is in retreat, let's talk about anything when he finishes his retreat. ”

Xiang Ming hurriedly made a quick gesture: "Sir, this is a matter of urgency! ”

Although Master Zhuang is a little pedantic, he also knows the bearing of the children of the Xiang family, most of them are calm, if it is so urgent, I am afraid there is something really important.

However, the retreat of the national teacher is also an urgent matter, and it can be interrupted wherever it can be said.

Xiang Ming saw that Master Zhuang was still hesitating, and hurriedly pulled out the Qingfeng sword that was pulled out of his waist from behind him.

When Master Zhuang saw Xiang Ming take out his blade, he retreated in surprise and said angrily: "Xiang Ming, what are you going to do!

With this drink, the momentum of those little grandmasters hidden in the shadows suddenly burst out, and they pressed Xiang Ming heavily.

Xiang Ming snorted, and then ran down on one knee: "This is an important thing, as long as Mr. presents it to the National Teacher, everything will naturally be understood." Forgive Xiang Ming abruptly. ”

"What is this?"

Xiang Ming said in a low voice: "Qingfeng Sword." ”