Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 167 Xiahou Swordsman
"What, you said he was leaving?"

In the tent at the center of the camp, the young master was having breakfast, and he was slightly surprised when he heard the news reported by Zuo Escort.

"That's right, Mo Yuan said that his injury is almost healed, and he wants to thank His Highness for saving his life in person, and then he will leave." Zuo Escort respectfully repeated Mo Yuan's words.

"Is that so..."

The young man pondered for a while, then turned his head to look at the Taoist beside him, and said, "Really, look at this Mo Yuan, what should I do?"

"Your Highness, this person is not an ordinary monk!"

Zhang Taoist looked solemn, and he said: "The poor Taoist has observed his cultivation carefully these few days, and found that this person's morality is not inferior to the poor Taoist, and with his ability, he should be able to discover the extraordinaryness of our group, but his He didn't take the initiative to contact him, which shows his heart, so I suggest that His Highness best accept him as his subordinate!"

"Is that so?"

The young man nodded and said: "Zuo Qianhu, go and invite him."

"As ordered!"

Zuo Escort responded and left his tent.

Not long after, Mo Yuan walked in with him.

"Mr. Mo, the injury is healed, right?" The young master was quite concerned about his injury when he came up.

Mo Yuan nodded, and said: "Thank you for the elixir, sir, Mo Mou is doing well."

"It's fine as soon as it's ready, some medicinal materials are not worth mentioning, Mr. Mo, please sit down quickly!" The young man made a gesture of invitation.

Mo Yuan was not polite, and sat down on his right hand, and then carefully looked at the people in the account.

In addition to Mo Yuan, there were four people in the tent, the young master in the main seat, Mr. Wang who was standing beside him, a middle-aged Taoist sitting on the left hand side, and the left guard guarding the door of the big tent.

This young gentleman was handsome, dressed in luxurious clothes, with a sachet around his waist, and a jade pendant. He was full of nobility, and he must be the heir of a powerful man; while Mr. Wang breathed long and evenly, his face was white and beardless, and the light in his eyes was hidden. , is also a master of martial arts; but the Taoist has nothing to say, he didn't even arrive at the golden elixir, and he was like a three-legged cat.

However, this combination made Mo Yuan see the identity of the young master.

He laughed and said: "I don't want Mo to be in trouble, but to meet the royal blood. I don't know how His Highness should call him. Mo is disrespectful!"

The expressions of everyone in the account moved slightly, and the young young master asked in surprise, "How does Mr. Mo know my identity?"

"Young master is too noble."

Mo Yuan pointed to Mr. Wang and said: "There are eunuchs by my side, as well as Zuo Escort and the Taoist priest opposite, who are accompanied by two strange men and strangers. Except for the royal blood, who can be so ostentatious?"

"Hahahaha, Mr. Mo laughed."

The young young master gave a long laugh and said: "Mr. Mo is an expert outside the world, so I won't hide it. Wang Banban, you can tell Mr. Mo."

That Mr. Wang responded, and then said: "Young Master Mo, Your Royal Highness is the second son of His Majesty, the second prince conferred on King Jing!"

"It turned out to be His Royal Highness Prince Jing, I'm sorry for your disrespect."

Mo Yuan cupped his hands, he didn't intend to get up, and he didn't want to beg Prince Jing, he just wanted to pat his ass and leave.

He said: "Many thanks to Your Highness King Jing for donating medicine to save lives. Mo will definitely repay in the future, but right now I have to leave because I have to leave. I come to bid farewell to His Highness today. I hope His Highness will forgive me!"

Prince Jing nodded with a smile, but he didn't say anything, he just pointed to Daoren Zhang with his eyes.

"Cough cough..."

Daoren Zhang coughed lightly, and said, "Mr. Mo, His Highness intends to invite you to Prince Jing's residence as an offering. I wonder if you intend?"

worship?

Mo Yuan didn't think about it at all, how could he have the spare time to argue with a prince?
So he flatly refused and said: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I really want something to do, so please forgive me for not following my orders."

Seeing Mo Yuan's resolute refusal, Zhang Daoren felt that his face was dull, and he said: "I advise you to think about it. In Prince Jing's mansion, there are thousand-year-old elixirs and rare materials. Don't you feel tempted?"

"Elixir, material?"

Mo Yuan's face was full of indifference, and he said: "To tell you the truth, I only want to seek immortality and pursue longevity. If King Jing has a way to reach Yuanshen and a true immortal, Mo will be willing to drive it. Mo Mou doesn't really need the rest of the foreign things."

"Young Master Mo speaks loudly!"

Zhang Daoren's face was full of dissatisfaction, he said: "How precious is the method of Yuanshen and True Immortal, how dare you covet it with your meager knowledge?"

"Master Zhang, don't get excited!"

King Jing saw that the atmosphere was a bit tense, so he immediately spoke to comfort him, saying, "Master Zhang, sit down, Mr. Mo, don't be angry, Master Zhang is usually a little anxious, it's not that he has any other thoughts."

Mo Yuan smiled slightly, and was about to answer, when suddenly, there were shouts of killing from the camp, and someone shouted: "Kill Prince Jing, and you will have all the glory and wealth!"

The faces of everyone in the account changed drastically!

The eunuch surnamed Wang said in a sharp voice: "Zuo Qianhu, hurry up and meet the enemy!"

Hearing this, the head of the Zuo Escort who was guarding the door of the big tent raised the curtain and ran outside.

Prince Jing was calm and composed, and said: "Young Master Mo laughed, but don't worry, Zuo Qianhu is brave and good at fighting, and the camp is full of imperial guards, with high martial arts skills, a little bit small, there can't be any big waves!"

Mo Yuan nodded, but did not speak.

However, after half a cup of tea, the shouting and killing became louder and louder, and there was no sign of it subsiding.

Prince Jing couldn't hold back anymore, he said: "Wang Banban, you also go out and have a look!"

"Old slave takes orders!"

The gloomy middle-aged man bowed his hands and walked out quickly.

However, within ten breaths, someone outside shouted loudly: "Xiahou swordsman, don't kill yourself, how dare you assassinate the Second Prince!"

"Crap!"

The one in front was Zuo Qianhu's roar, but the one behind was an extremely strange voice!
With a sound of "哗啦", the curtain of the big tent was lifted, but the prince who had just walked out came back again. In such a short moment, there was already a deep sword mark on his body, and blood flowed all over his body. more than!
"Your Highness, let's go, the eldest prince spent a lot of money to invite the Xiahou swordsman who is known as the second in the world, we can't resist it!" the prince said in a hurry.

"Ah, what should I do?"

Prince Jing frowned. He had heard of Xiahou's reputation as a swordsman. It was rumored in the world that his martial arts skills were so high that no one could match him except Yan Chixia, the chief arrester of the Eighteen Provinces!
"Your Highness, don't panic, come out with the poor Taoist, let the poor Taoist take him!" Zhang Daoren looked calm, stood up and asked for a fight.

It's just a warrior, in Zhang Daoren's view, he can be killed easily!

"Then there will be Master Lao, Mr. Mo, let's go and watch Master Zhang perform his magic!" Prince Jing replied.

Mo Yuan nodded, and everyone went out together...

(End of this chapter)