Creation Color Master

Just when Chu Mo finished his pot of tea, Wei Zheng also walked out of the academy.

Yu Chumo and others reunited. Seeing that it was still early, they left Hongdu City and continued to move towards Huangzhou.

Riding on the green-eyed jade dragon, he galloped on the official road, as fast as lightning.

Every time you walk along the official road, you will meet people who are traveling the same way as you. Most of them are riding horses or driving carriages. Sometimes when you get bored of the journey, someone will even talk to you.

Chu Mo was chatting with an old man driving a car at this time.

The old man had dark skin, some vegetables on the cart, and was holding a whip in his hand, waving it gently.

The old man exhaled a puff of dry tobacco, showing his yellow teeth and said: "The young master's mount is very majestic, it can be seen at first glance that it is a good horse."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Haha, I come from the grasslands in the west. This horse is the best in my family. I don't know when I might encounter danger when I go out. I can't do anything else, but I can run away."

Hearing this, the old man laughed and said, "Young Master, what you said makes sense. It is better to keep the green mountains and not worry about lack of firewood than to lose your life for no reason."

Chu Mo was chatting with the old man casually when a hurried sound of horse hooves came from behind.

Everyone looked back at the same time, and saw a chestnut horse galloping past, with a young man in a black robe riding on its back.

The young man who was galloping past looked at Chu Mo, a trace of inexplicable fluctuation flashed across his face, then he turned around and whipped his horse away.

Chu Mo looked at the young man in black robe who was speeding away, thoughtfully.

The old man at the side smiled and said, "Tsk, to dare to ride a horse and whip it so recklessly, such behavior, I'm afraid he is from a wealthy family?"

Chu Mo showed a slight smile but didn't say anything.

Just when the scene fell silent, the sound of horse hooves was heard again from behind. A group of guards seemed to be chasing something?

The group stopped beside Chu Mo, looked at him carefully, and seemed to be confirming something.

Just when Chu Mo was puzzled, the leader spoke up, "Young Master, Old Man, I am a servant of the Zhou family in Hongdu City. May I ask if you saw anyone passing by just now?"

Chu Mo looked at the group of people in front of him with a hint of wariness in his eyes.

The old man at the side did not answer, but took a puff of his pipe and asked, "What do you do?"

The leader slapped his head and explained quickly: "Young master, old man, I'll tell you the truth. If anyone had just passed by, you'd better tell them the truth. He is a wanted criminal by the court. His name is Yang Jia. He is known as the "Lord of Change" in the Jianghu. He is proficient in the art of disguise. He doesn't distinguish between good and bad. Anyone he takes a fancy to will be assassinated by him."

"My young master was attacked by him last night and he almost succeeded. Now my master is furious and ordered us to track down the real culprit."

When Chu Mo heard Yang Jia's name, he frowned and asked in confusion: "If that's the case, you should go and report the case, why don't you meet with the government officials?"

Seeing that Chu Mo still had doubts, the leader was a little anxious and said, "Sir, this man has committed many murders in the surrounding area. Now the government is short of manpower, and our master is eager for revenge. He vowed to kill the murderer and avenge the young master, so he asked for help and chased him."

Chu Mo knew that everyone was anxious to catch someone, so he pointed to the front and said, "Just now, a young man in a black robe rode a red horse forward."

Upon hearing this, the leader said viciously, "Damn it, he has changed his appearance again. This kind of underworld trick is really annoying."

After saying this, he directed the people behind him to chase forward, raising a cloud of dust.

Chu Mo turned around and saw that the old man was a little absent-minded. He chuckled and said, "Why, you have also heard of this Lord Baibian, can you tell me about it?"

The old man came back to his senses, smiled bitterly, and said, "This man has become famous in the past year. He likes to assassinate various geniuses. The more famous you are in the surrounding area, the more likely you are to be targeted by him. To be honest, my lord, a scholar appeared in our neighboring village a few months ago. He was very famous in the surrounding area, but he was killed by this Baibianjun."

After hearing what the old man said, he recalled the glance he had with the young man in black robe. It seemed that he was being targeted by someone.

Chu Mo was even more surprised. This person was still at large after what happened several months ago. Don’t the government officials care?

Perhaps seeing Chu Mo's doubts, the old man sighed and said, "This person is proficient in the art of disguise and is particularly cunning. He will not stay in one place forever. He has appeared in all the surrounding states and counties, and the government cannot find him even after searching."

Hearing this, Chu Mo nodded and began to think.

Just then, a cold wind blew, and the leaves on both sides of the road fell one after another.

“Huh—Huh”

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, bringing a slight chill, and the old man driving the car tightened his clothes.

Wei Zheng said calmly: "My Lord, we should hurry up and find a place to shelter from the rain. A heavy rain is coming."

The old man looked up into the distance. The sun, which had been shining brightly before, was now slowly being blocked by clouds, and dark clouds were rolling towards this side in the distance.

The old man took a puff of his pipe and said, "Looking at this situation, the rain is likely to be heavy. What do you think, young master? Do you want to take shelter at my house for a while? I do have a few empty rooms."

Chu Mo smiled and declined the old man's kindness.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Chu Mo led everyone forward.

Looking at the figures of Chu Mo and his group disappearing before his eyes, the old man shook his head and urged the carriage to go faster.

The dark clouds rolled in at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds and darkened.

Chu Mo and others hurried forward but could not find a place to stay. Fortunately, they saw a land temple in the fields from afar.

Chu Mo looked at the sky and saw signs of impending storm, so he decided to stay in the land temple for the time being.

The vermilion gate was pushed open, and the courtyard was relatively clean, with only some fallen leaves on the ground and pine and cypress trees planted. In the middle of the courtyard stood a stone tripod filled with incense ashes.

Chu Mo walked around and worshipped in the main hall.

There was no statue in the side hall, but there was a chair with a few tea cups upside down on it.

Chu Mo guessed that there must be constant worship of incense here, and people often come to clean it, otherwise the entire land temple would not be so tidy. It is indeed a good place to shelter from the rain.

Chu Mo stood under the eaves, looking at the dark clouds that kept descending, and slowly said: "Everyone, it seems that this rain is coming with great force. Fortunately, we have the help of the God of Land."

Yao Guangxiao smiled and said, "My Lord, Jiye has already started a fire. The autumn rain is cold, and I'm afraid the weather will get even cooler after this rain."

With a loud thunder, heavy rain suddenly came down. The raindrops as big as beans fell low, raising dust on the ground.

The raindrops hit the red tiles, making a tinkling sound which is quite pleasant to hear.

This autumn rain was the heaviest rain Chu Mo had ever seen in this world. Even after dinner, the courtyard was completely dark, but one could tell from the sound that the rain had not subsided at all.

It was late at night. Chu Mo was sitting on the ground cultivating his spiritual power. Yang Jiye was standing at the door keeping watch. Wei Zheng was reading a book by the campfire. Yao Guangxiao and Tian Yiheng closed their eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

At this time, it was pitch black outside the hall. A figure flashed by in the rain, like a ghost, watching all the actions of Chu Mo and others.

The black shadow moved quickly, and even though it was raining heavily, it did not affect the person's speed and concealment ability at all. He approached the side hall silently.

The autumn rain was then filled with a sense of solemnity.