Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 48 Competition
"How arrogant the Crazy Swordsmen are in the martial arts world, they are just as arrogant in front of Mr. Zuo."

"The top martial arts masters are no match for Mr. Zuo's punch. He is really number one in the world."

"I think it's just like the land gods."

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The crowd of martial arts people who watched were full of praise, and they were completely convinced by Zuo Ziliang's martial arts.

Mo Chen was also a little surprised, this man did have some skills, the punch just now implied a dao rhyme, and it was not an ordinary martial art.

But it's just a little surprise, after all, he is a mortal.

Mo Chen didn't pay attention to the follow-up, turned around and pulled away from the crowd, and walked towards the East Palace.

It's just that he had just returned to the small courtyard, before he had time to go in, Liu An sent someone to invite him, saying that he had something important to discuss.

Following the visitors to the main hall, Liu An had already sat on the main seat and waited, while an old man in a crimson official robe was sitting on the left seat, with a whitebait bag on his waist, with an air of calm and prestige. Apparently a senior official of the imperial court.

The mansion of Peng Mowang is quite far from the East Palace, and it takes two hours to go there by foot alone, and Mo Chen stops at the mansion and on the road, so it takes three or four hours. Liu An seems to be resting during this time Alright, the red blood in the boy's big eyes has long since disappeared.

Seeing Mo Chen coming in, Liu An's immature face was filled with joy, and without waiting for Mo Chen to bow his hands to salute, he said, "Uncle Mo is here, please sit down quickly."

There were people present, even though Mo Chen was a celestial being, he still had to respect the Emperor he wanted to protect, and he bowed his hands before sitting on the seat on the right.

Liu An went on to say: "Uncle Mo, this is the prime minister of the Great Wei Dynasty, Wang Zezheng, Lord Wang. Aunt Fan Qing was the one who found Lord Wang, and reunited Gu and his father and son."

Prime Minister Wang Zezheng had always been at odds with the King of Chu, so he supported Liu An. This was on the way into the city. I heard Aunt Qing and others mention it. They don't return the gift either.

The young man said again: "Tonight, I will have a discussion with Master Wang about the dinner of the Emperor Father, so Uncle Mo will go with me. At the banquet, I will ask the Emperor to designate you as the lonely master of martial arts."

Let a monster be the prince's Master Wu, so what should I teach him?
What Mo Chen was good at was Nanming Lihuo and spells that relied on mana. Although he had practiced eight or nine profound arts, he really didn't know martial arts.

He refused: "My martial arts skills are shallow, so I can't be the prince's martial master." This is the truth!

Mr. Wang snorted coldly, and said: "Mr. Mo's body can break even precious swords, and he still excuses his lack of martial arts. Does it mean that he doesn't want to assist the prince?"

Presumably it was Liu An who told him about saving him from the Crazy Sabers.

"Yes, Uncle Mo, you are very skilled in martial arts, and you have taught me that if there are assassins in the future, I will be able to protect myself." Liu An has only been a prince for a few days, and he has been attacked and killed several times.

Mo Chen thought for a while, and decided to agree. Anyway, when Liu An came to the throne, he took the merits and left. It's nothing to do with this position, but this old man makes people feel very unhappy.

Seeing Mo Chen agreeing, Liu An smiled brightly, and he said: "Then I will call Master instead, and Master will go back to the room to rest for now, and will follow me into the palace later."

When I entered the city in the morning, I had been delayed for a long time on the road, and was taken away by the Peng Demon King. It was getting dark now.

Less than half an hour after Mo Chen came out, Liu An sent someone to invite him into the palace again.

The East Palace is actually a part of the Imperial Palace, and it is necessary to pass through the Imperial Palace when entering and exiting. However, it is still necessary to distinguish the two, after all, there are two different owners.

Although the imperial palace is luxurious, it is far inferior to the Dragon Palace and Heavenly Palace that Mo Chen had seen before.

But the emperor did not live long, Mo Chen looked at the old emperor's trembling hands and bloodless face at the imperial banquet, and made a judgment.

The old emperor is indeed not long to live. If Mo Chen could use his mana, he would be able to see the lucky golden dragon above the old emperor's head.

It was said to be an imperial banquet, but it was actually a family banquet. There were only the old emperor, the King of Chu and Liu An. Mo Chen stood behind Liu An and looked towards Liu An's main rival, the King of Chu.

The king of Chu was nearly middle-aged, with a long beard, wearing a boa robe, and a graceful demeanor. From the appearance, he was far more like an emperor than Liu An.

It's a pity that you met me... Mo Chen sighed in his heart.

Heavenly immortals came to help mortals fight for the throne as a blow to reduce dimensionality, and the superficially powerful King Chu was really vulnerable in front of Mo Chen.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Liu An put down his wine glass and saluted the weak old emperor, "Father, my son has something to say."

"Oh? What's the matter with my son?" The old emperor stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked towards Liu An.

"When I was among the people, I met a man named Mo Chen, who was highly skilled in martial arts. I wanted to worship him as a teacher, so that I could learn some martial arts so as to protect myself."

"It was Mo Chen who saved you?"

"Exactly."

"That's good, my father canonize him as..."

When the old emperor said this, the king of Chu suddenly interrupted, he said: "Brother, you must not, the people in the mountains have only won two bandits, how do you know his skills, how can you teach the prince to practice martial arts?"

"Then what do you want?" the old emperor asked.

"Mr. Zuo Ziliang, the number one expert in the Great Wei Dynasty, is currently staying at my brother's palace. If the emperor does not give up, he can teach the prince to practice martial arts." King Chu proposed with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Although Zuo Ziliang injured his people today, he also showed his profound abilities. As the prince's master, it would be much more convenient for him to find someone to attack.

The old emperor was a little hesitant for a moment, he knew that the king of Chu wanted to be big, and the prince's martial master was determined not to use his people, but Zuo Ziliang was indeed famous and number one in the world, so it was unreasonable to use him.

Seeing that the situation was at an impasse, Mo Chen curled his lips in disdain, seeing that mortals would dare to compare with him today, he didn't know how to live or die.

He stood up and said: "Mo Chen, the grassroots, is willing to compete with Zuo Ziliang, and the winner will be the prince's teacher."

"Uncle Mo..." Liu An stopped in a low voice. Zuo Ziliang is the best martial artist in the world, and even he, a boy from the mountain village, knows what to do if he loses.

"Your Highness, don't worry, I know it well." Mo Chen comforted.

Infected by Mo Chen's self-confidence, and thinking of Mo Chen's body that had broken the steel knife, Liu An also had a firm look in his eyes, and he said: "Father, let Uncle Mo fight with Mr. Zuo."

"Emperor brother, what do you think?" the old emperor asked.

"I agreed on behalf of Mr. Zuo." King Chu was full of confidence. After all, judging from the same target, the Crazy Swordsman, Zuo Ziliang was still strong.

"Okay, at noon tomorrow, there will be a martial arts competition in the West School Field, and the winner will be the prince's teacher!" Seeing that there is no point in both sides, the old emperor finalized.

　.The previous chapter brought back the futon. I didn’t express it clearly. It has been changed. Then I still ask for collection and tickets. This week is more important for this book. I hope everyone can support it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)