Creation Color Master

The next morning, the sun rose and the clear weather brought a touch of warmth to people in the cold winter.

After seeing off Mo Ya and Bai Feng last night, Chu Mo has been preparing for today.

Because today is the day of the New Year's performance, which will last for a total of five days, the performance venue has already been completed under the supervision of Wang Hong. At the same time, this performance is well-known to everyone in Yong'an Town, young and old, and even many people from the surrounding counties and counties come here specially.

The front of Chu Mo's theater became the busiest place. Not only did people come to congratulate Chu Mo in person, but they also wanted to meet the new governor of Haozhou, Chen Gong.

As the New Year was approaching and the affairs of Haozhou were settled, Chen Gong took advantage of the break to relax. Of course, Chen Ping and Cao Shen were with him.

As Li Ru was the secret guard censor, it was not convenient for him to show up in public, so Chu Mo gave him the task of maintaining order and protecting safety.

Also with him were the three heroes of Cold Eagle and Han Xinghe, four third-level masters who followed his command.

Zhou Wenlong and Lin Mingwei, two third-level masters, sat under the stage to guard against attacks from all sides.

The theater has Yu Ji controlling the Hunyuan Wuji Formation, so there is nothing to worry about.

At the same time, in order to provide better performances and expand the popularity of the theater, Chu Mo used all the spiritual power he had collected during this period of time to improve the actors' abilities.

Chen Gong was wearing a white cotton coat today, with a breeze-like jade belt around his waist, as if he had returned to being the white-robed scholar in the theater. His elegant demeanor made people want to get closer to him.

Chen Gong came to Chu Mo and said, "My Lord, it's time for us to set off. Wang Hong even sent someone to remind us."

Li Ru said: "Haha, I've been staying in that dungeon all day, in the dark. Now I can finally have some fun. I really like the performance that brings together so many people."

Zhou Wenlong and Han Xinghe just stood aside, without any intention of interrupting the three people's conversation.

As soon as the theater door opened, a group of people gathered outside the door. Among them, Chu Mo saw many familiar figures, all of whom were neighbors.

"Boss Chu, congratulations!"

"Boss Chu, I heard that this performance will last for five days. Is that true?"

"Sir Governor, were you really the steward of the theater before? Then how did you become the Governor?"

With the appearance of Chu Mo and Chen Gong, the crowd gathered at the door suddenly became excited. Although most of them came to greet them, there were also some people with ulterior motives.

Chu Mo looked at the noisy and boiling scene in front of the door and could only shout helplessly: "Fellow villagers, everyone go to Shili Street to wait for the performance. The governor and I will go together."

"Please make way for us and leave a small path. Don't crowd to prevent a stampede."

Chu Mo tried his best to maintain order at the scene. Even the palace soldiers that Wang Hong had arranged in advance to maintain order were also trying their best to maintain order, but they were outnumbered and were soon drowned in the crowd.

In this way, Chu Mo, Chen Gong and others, surrounded by a group of people, finally arrived at Shili Street.

Compared with a few days ago, this place has become more festive and prosperous, and the stage built in the middle of the street has become the most beautiful scenery.

Wang Hong was already busy and sweating profusely. Seeing the crowd boiling, Wang Hong knew that Chu Mo and others had arrived. He gave a few instructions to the soldiers around him and hurried over here.

"Make way, everyone, make way. Don't block the governor's way. Everyone, move back. Hey, I'm talking to you, move back."

While maintaining order at the scene, Wang Hong quickly ran to Chu Mo and led the way.

The audience that came to the scene were not just folks living in Yong'an Town, but also people from many surrounding counties and villages, and the venue was already overcrowded.

In the crowd, an old man was holding a little boy in his arms. The little boy pointed in the direction of Chen Gong and said, "Grandpa, I saw Master Chen Gong. He is over there. Look quickly."

The old man protected his grandson with one hand to prevent him from falling, and said with a smile: "Yes, grandpa saw it too."

A heavy snowfall made the people of Haozhou miserable. Coupled with the biting cold wind and hunger, if they had not met Chen Gong who was visiting to investigate, the grandfather and grandson would have starved to death on the roadside.

On the other side, several people dressed very similarly were also looking in Chen Gong's direction. One of them said, "Boss, that is the owner of the theater. I have asked around. He is usually very low-key and polite to others. As for other aspects, he is just a few words, which makes him seem quite mysterious."

The leader looked a little arrogant and said, "Father established the Money Chamber of Commerce. What we lack now are martial arts masters and talented people. This theater is located at the very border. It is the best choice to connect Xiayang and Guman Market and serve as a base."

At this time, a short boy at the back said, "Boss, I heard that the other party is guarded by a third-level cultivator. I believe you have heard about the battle yesterday. How could such a person be inferior to others?"

The young man didn't care at all and said, "Humph, he's just the owner of a theater. He just clung to the governor's thigh. When the governor and others leave, I wonder what he can use to fight with me."

"My eldest brother is now deeply valued by my father, and he handles the affairs assigned by my father in an orderly manner. If I can't show any results, how can I compete with my eldest brother for the position of head of the family?"

"I'll find an opportunity to get in touch with the owner of this theater. My real purpose for coming here is to get to know the governor."

On the other side of the crowd, an old man with a goatee looked at Chu Mo and the others, and said to the young man in front of him: "Look, my disciple, that is the owner of the theater, the scholar in white next to him is Chen Gong, the governor of Haozhou, and the man on the other side who has not said a word from beginning to end is the former governor Zhou Wenlong."

"Look at the other side. The old man sitting in the center of the stage is the once famous Marquis Shenwei. Now he is away from the court and is in charge of Hanyang Pass."

"Now all the big men who control the civil and military power of the entire Haozhou are here. It's rare to see them."

The kid next to him didn't understand and asked, "Master, what are you talking about related to this theater?"

The old man smiled but said nothing, and did not answer the young man's question.

On the other side, a middle-aged man carrying a wooden box was hiding at the back of the crowd, secretly looking at Chu Mo who was answering questions.

If Chu Mo saw this person, he would find that he was the performer who deceived him with illusion.

However, Li Ru, who was hiding in the dark, had already set his sights on this person.

Although he hid behind during the battle in the theater yesterday, he still remembered his opponent clearly. What he didn't expect was that he dared to come back here. Did he want to trick us?

Li Ru looked at the cautious middle-aged illusionist, called the three heroes of Cold Eagle, and gave them some instructions.

On the other side, Wang Hong led a group of people towards the audience seats under the stage, and at the same time kept introducing some people to Chu Mo.

"Sun Chao, this is the governor, why don't you come and greet him quickly."

Upon hearing this, Sun Chao glanced at the two of them with his gloomy eyes, symbolically saluted with his fists, and then ignored them.

Wang Hong on the side was about to open his mouth to scold, but was stopped by Chu Mo.

If Chu Mo remembered correctly, he and Sun Anzheng were from the same family. Now that Sun Anzheng was dead, it was completely understandable that the other party hated him.