Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 52
"Shangyu, there are many great sages hidden in the mountains and fields. Now there is a commoner, Mo Chen, who is outstanding in martial arts, has both moral and ability, and is specially canonized as the prince Liu An's master of martial arts. I admire you."

An old eunuch with male duck voices finished reading the imperial decree, and the golden dragon of national destiny that enveloped the entire Yujing City had some changes.

Mo Chen felt that his whole body became a little more relaxed, and the suppression of his mana by the Luck Golden Dragon had disappeared, and there was even some faint blessing.

Is this the luck of the human race?
If it is recognized, it will be blessed, and if it is not recognized, it will be suppressed.

"Mr. Mo, accept the order..." The old eunuch with a male duck voice couldn't help reminding Mo Chen when he saw that Mo Chen was lost in thought.

Mo Chen, who was interrupted from thinking, came back to his senses, stepped forward, and accepted the imperial edict.

The bright yellow silk satin of the imperial decree has two lifelike black dragons tattooed on it. Mo Chen, who has mana, can feel that there is luck on it, which echoes the luck entrenched in the air.

This is what mortals often say is justified.

The emperor belongs to the controller of a country's national destiny, and his words represent the luck of the people of the country, but if the emperor loses the hearts of the people and the people turn to support others, this luck will decline.

The power of this kind of fake hand is illusory after all, only the strength of one's own individual is eternal, Mo Chen secretly thought.

After receiving the imperial decree, several people on the field came up to congratulate him one after another, and the prince Liu An even knelt on the ground with a big gift, and wanted to kowtow to Mo Chen as a teacher, but was stopped by an invisible force, and he couldn't kowtow no matter what.

That's Mo Chen's mana. He's just here to help Liu An seize the throne. If he really wants to become Liu An's master rashly, it will be a lot of trouble. In the future, if he became a faint king, Mo Chen would have to be backlashed by that luck.

Although relying on Mo Chen's celestial body, he is not afraid of the fate of the Great Wei, but he is always not beautiful.

"Master!" Seeing that he couldn't kneel down, Liu An knew it was Mo Chen's fault, so he yelled at him.

"Your Royal Highness has a noble status. I don't need to perform such a big gift. I can't bear it. I will teach you what Your Highness wants to learn." Mo Chen stepped forward to help Liu An, and said solemnly.

It is said that they are all taught, but Mo Chen can at most teach some superficial body training skills. Anyway, there are many cultivation methods in the memory left by the great white ape, so it is no problem to teach him some basic ones.

The human emperor is not allowed to practice, it was the rule established by the Three Emperors and Five Emperors and the sages of the heavens when Emperor Yu's merits and virtues were perfected. The emperor who lives forever and surpasses all living beings is not the same as the Jade Emperor.

It is already a great blessing to enjoy the glory and wealth of the whole life.

Seeing that Mo Chen insisted not to let him perform the big ceremony, Liu An had no choice but to give up.

Everyone returned to the banquet one after another. The banquet lasted until the middle of the month before they dispersed. During the period, General Wang wanted to come and drink with Mo Chen, but how can a mortal drink make a fairy body drunk? General Wang forced himself The drinker lay on the table, Mo Chen's face remained unchanged, but it made everyone refresh their understanding of his drinking capacity.

The next half a year was very peaceful. When the old emperor's health became worse and worse, he finally conferred Liu An as the crown prince, confirming his status as the first legal heir of the Great Wei Dynasty. The King of Chu did not engage in assassination. With full contraction, it is a certainty that Liu An will ascend to the throne.

What Mo Chen does every day is to secretly figure out the sky-shattering combat skills he got from Peng Demon King. He has no weapons at hand, so he uses his own pair of flesh fists instead of weapons to master the luck route of the four sky-shattering combat skills. The melon is overripe.

There was no way to test it in actual combat in the East Palace, but he had already damaged several mountains near Yujing, and Yujing also responded when the mountain collapsed.

On this day, Mo Chen, who practiced his combat skills and stormed another mountain peak, came in from outside the city and walked to the snack street with ease, ready to have a feast and comfort his five internal organs temple.

Although he has regained some mana, he can also do bigu, but Mo Chen still likes the delicious food that blooms on the tip of his tongue, so he still eats normally like ordinary people. This snack street is the first place he came to after returning to the city from his practice. a place.

Among the three realms, if it is said that those who are powerful are those innate creatures, if they can eat, then they are human races.

This snack street in the Great Wei has gathered all the food in the Wanli territory of the Great Wei. There are all kinds of dishes, and the taste of the shops is very good. Whether it is dignitaries or ordinary people, they will haunt here.

The restaurant that Mo Chen often comes to eat is an old restaurant that specializes in duck blood vermicelli soup and pot stickers. Its duck blood vermicelli is extremely delicious, and the pot stickers are even more crispy and juicy, making it hard to extricate yourself from.

Entering the store, it's already noon, the store is full of seats, fortunately Mo Chen is a regular customer, and he is not short of money, what he wants is the elegant seat upstairs, but there is still a place.Mo Chen is really not short of money, with mana, turning stones into gold and so on can be easily obtained, anyway, having that little mana means not having it, so Mo Chen doesn't care about spending it on it.

Although the third floor is an elegant seat, but at this meal time, it was a mess. Fortunately, there was one seat in the corner by the window, and Mo Chen took it unceremoniously. After waiting for less than a quarter of an hour, the waiter waited. He brought up a pot of duck blood vermicelli and a plate of pot stickers that he asked for.

The sound of 'Dang' was the sound of broken silver hitting the tray.

"You came up very quickly, I'll reward you!" Mo Chen said pompously like a playboy.

"Thank you Mr. Mo for the reward, thank you Mr. Mo for the reward!" The waiter who served the food was overjoyed. This Mr. Mo looked young, but he was generous, so every time you serve the food, as long as you hurry up, there will definitely be a reward.

Mo Chen waved his hand to let him back down. It was winter, and the weather was still a bit cold. Life was so good after drinking steaming duck blood soup and eating greasy meat pot stickers.

However, just as he was burying his head in eating, a loud noise came from downstairs.

"Blind your dog eyes, you dare to charge without seeing who is in front of you, come on, beat me to death and throw it out to feed the dog!" This is a young and arrogant voice, presumably it belongs to some prince or nobleman Brother son.

"My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life..." It was a voice begging the old man bitterly.

Interesting, evil young man running rampant on the streets?There was a hint of playfulness in Mo Chen's eyes. He really liked this plot. Is there any merit for saving people? Although it is a little less, mosquito legs are also meat!

Mo Chen stretched his head to look down, and the dense crowd of melon-eaters surrounded the entrance of the store in a semicircle. There were two groups of people inside. One group consisted of a young man with five servants, and the other group consisted of only one person. An old man was kneeling on the ground, begging constantly.

The young man was dressed luxuriously, with some ingredients of duck blood vermicelli soup on his body, and he was slapping him angrily...

(End of this chapter)