Creation Color Master

Yong'an Town, which belonged to the Xiayang Dynasty, was a small town on the western border of the dynasty, close to Hanyang Pass, and was known as the town closest to the border.

The town has a population of about 10,000 people. The Wang family sits in the City Lord's Mansion and manages Yong'an Town. In the south of the town, there are almost all living areas of major families. They rely closely on the Wang family, the overlord of Yong'an Town.

The east side of the town is where Chu Mo lives. Most of the people here live here. Their ancestors have lived here, and the neighbors have known each other for a long time. Although it is not as prosperous as the South City, it is better in that life is simple.

To the north of the town is the military camp, which is also a place for training soldiers. They will be directly deployed to the battlefield outside Hanyang Pass in a while, and also maintain the public security of Yong'an City. The leader is appointed by the prefect himself. It is said that this general has reached the peak of the first realm and is a master who is about to break through to the second realm.

The west of the town is the most chaotic place in Yong'an Town, where all kinds of people gather, including refugees, beggars, wanted criminals, etc. It is a mixed bag, and people often lose their lives here.

In recent years, wars have often occurred between Xiayang and the Guman Dynasty, and military monks can often be seen leading their troops passing by the town.

It is precisely because of this that every time there is a war in the small town, the Yang family will recruit a large number of people from the residents in the east and west of the town to clean up the corpses on the battlefield and burn and bury them. Of course, they do not work in vain and will receive higher rewards.

If the corpses were allowed to pile up, not only would it affect the fighting between the two armies, it would also create evil spirits and ghosts on the battlefield; it might even cause plagues, etc.

Of course, when cleaning up the battlefield, the dynasty would sign a truce agreement. During this period, people from both sides would not fight even if they met, because this was a respect for the dead. After all, those on the battlefield were all their compatriots.

And this was the right time. Chu Mo took advantage of the time when he was cleaning the battlefield and used the Yin-Yang Map to absorb the spiritual substances in the corpses, so he was able to make nearly four hundred leather puppets.

But the only pity is that because it is a battlefield, most of the collected materials are spiritual materials of military strategists and ghosts, and this kind of materials can only be used to make corresponding leather puppets.

Despite this, Chu Mo holds an extremely powerful force in his hands.

In every major war over the past three years, more than ten thousand people would die, and the amount of spiritual matter collected was also enormous. In other words, in every major war, Chu Mo would usher in a period of explosive growth in strength.

But in the past three months, the two dynasties seemed to have a tacit understanding and no major wars took place, and spring was about to pass.

As night fell, Chu Mo opened the door. It was time to prepare dinner.

Looking at the dining table, there were three dishes and a porridge. The porridge was white rice porridge. In the east of the town, being able to eat white rice porridge was already considered a very affluent life. On the side, there was a plate of pickles, a plate of green vegetables and a plate of beef. This kind of life was not something that could be enjoyed every day even in the family.

After eating and drinking, Chu Mo came to a table and saw it was filled with various tools, from paintbrushes to hammers, from rulers to scissors. These were all made with great effort and used to make leather puppets. Chu Mo put a lot of effort into making these tools.

Afterwards, Chu Mo sat in front of the lamp, and with a move of faith, pieces of spiritual materials were placed on the table.

A Taoist spiritual book, a piece of spiritual yellow bamboo, jade beads with the power of faith, the bear skin of the Thunderbolt Violent Bear, the spiritual blood of the White Feather Crane, Huayang Grass, Earth Spirit Vine, Thunder Struck Wood, Lixue Fruit, and the Taoist spiritual materials in his hands, Chu Mo finally gathered all the materials again. He had already thought of making that ancient figure in his mind.

The puppets that Chu Mo chose to make are all characters who traveled through time from previous lives and have been passed down through the ages.

But now is not the time to make it, because there are more important things to do tomorrow.

The next day, Chu Mo got up early because today was the day when his theater would open a show.

Ever since his father in principle never came back, he had been in charge of the theater, but since all the staff were mobilized, he was the only one left in the theater, and the theater was essentially closed during that period.

Fortunately, I embarked on the path of a puppeteer. In addition, this theater has been passed down for three generations, and some costumes and props have been contaminated with tiny spiritual substances. I collected them with great difficulty and made the first leather puppet in this world, a female warrior.

Then the theater began to gain some fame, and many puppets of actors were made, and now there are 123 of them.

These include: old sheng, young sheng, martial sheng, red sheng, main dan, flower dan, martial dan, daoma dan, old dan, colorful dan, huashan, main jing, fu jing, lao mo, he mo, civil chou, military chou, dragon suit, everything is available.

In addition, all kinds of dramas in his memory were being presented to the public in this world, and the theater had long been highly praised and packed with people.

The only drawback is that the cultivation levels of these leather puppets are all at the spiritual entry stage, and the highest two are only at the first spiritual entry stage. They can only protect themselves in Yong'an Town.

Chu Mo also set a rule, which is to perform once every half a month, with seated tickets and standing tickets available until the seats are full.

Arriving in front of the stage, Chu Mo released all the puppets. Suddenly the whole theater became lively and everyone started to get busy.

Then he opened the door, and saw that there was already a queue of people waiting at the door. At the front was an old man in hemp clothes with a charitable smile on his face. He saw Chu Mo and said, "Mo boy, I'm here early, isn't it? I'm here to show my support for you, right?"

Chu Mo smiled and bowed, "Grandpa Liu, thank you for your support. If it weren't for the support of my neighbors, I wouldn't be able to survive."

Before the old man surnamed Liu could speak, a woman behind him teased, "Young man Mo, don't listen to his nonsense. He is an old opera fan and has been thinking about this for several days. He is willing to do this."

The old man surnamed Liu was not annoyed when his thoughts were revealed. He took out a stack of copper coins, threw them into a wooden box beside him, and hurried in.

Chu Mo stood at the door waiting. People came one after another to greet him, and some even made a few jokes, but everyone coming and going was familiar. After all, opera was just a form of entertainment for everyone, and who doesn't want to have fun?

Gradually, more and more people came to the theater, and it was about to be full, but then an unexpected person came.

I saw a sedan chair being carried by four people slowly coming towards this side, with a gun-wielding guard leading the way. The men were tall and strong, and their steps were very fast. In a flash, they had arrived in front of Chu Mo.

Chu Mo had met this person several times. They were all members of the Wang family. The leading guard was named Xu and served as a captain in the army. The other four also had cultivation skills. The one sitting in the sedan chair was the previous head of the Wang family.

Speaking of this old man, he is also a legend. His name is Wang Hong. When he was young, he relied on a piece of incomplete martial arts to embark on the path of cultivation, but he was chivalrous and helpful, and was quite famous in the green forest. Later, he joined the army on the front line, charged into battle, led the soldiers by example, and was promoted all the way. His highest position in the army was General of the Central Army, an official of the fourth rank.

But later, due to injury, he retired and founded the current Wang family.

The curtain of the sedan chair opened, and a kindly old man came out. He did not have the solemn and murderous air that he had in the army, but instead had the temperament of a scholar.

The old man clasped his fists and said, "Boss Chu, I was delayed on the way and came a little late. I wonder if there are any seats left inside."

Chu Mo smiled and returned the greeting, saying, "Old Master Wang, I was fortunate to have your care in the past. I will always remember it in my heart. I said before that I would always keep a place for you. Although I am not a man of the martial arts world, I also know that a gentleman's words are as good as gold."

"Master Wang, please come in."