Creation Color Master

The breeze blows gently, the bamboo shadows sway, and the sound of reading coming from the air is quite artistic.

Zhao Fangjie, who was following behind Chu Mo, still seemed to be in a dream and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

Zhao Fangjie, who was mentally prepared, finally asked, "Master Chu, no, Master, are you really the Master of Haoran Academy?"

Chu Mo did not deny it. After all, having this identity was very convenient in Yunzhou where Confucianism was prevalent and academies were everywhere. At least it would give him some face.

"I didn't tell you in advance, and it wasn't my fault for concealing the truth. I hope Mr. Zhao won't blame me."

Chu Mo's clear and calm voice sounded, with a hint of apology in his tone.

Seeing this, Zhao Fangjie waved his hands and said, "No, no, Master, you are too polite. It is a godsend for me to meet you and visit the White Deer Academy to gain insights. I should thank you, Master."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Let's stop complimenting each other here. While it's still early, let's go around the White Deer Academy together."

Then Chu Mo took the lead and walked slowly in the direction of the reading sound.

Soon, Chu Mo found the source of the reading sounds. In an open space, many young children were sitting obediently on straw mats, reciting Confucian and Taoist teachings from books in an orderly manner.

Chu Mo recognized the article the students were reciting after just listening to a few sentences. It was called "A Long Essay on Righteousness" and was one of the books for Confucian and Taoist enlightenment over the past thousands of years. It was suitable for children who had just embarked on Confucian studies.

Looking at the many students immersed in their studies seriously, Chu Mo smiled knowingly.

Among the many students, a middle-aged scholar in a long gown was pacing and inspecting. He was also immersed in it, with his eyes slightly narrowed, a smile on his face, and he gently stroked his short beard.

As if he had noticed something, the middle-aged scholar looked towards Chu Mo. Although a hint of astonishment appeared on his face at first, he soon showed a kind smile to everyone and nodded slightly.

Chu Mo also nodded in response, and the two smiled at each other, everything was said without words.

Chu Mo led everyone to retreat quietly, and walked aimlessly around the academy, and soon he didn't know where he was.

After passing through an archway, the view suddenly became wider. It turned out that the academy had a door directly connected to the surrounding bamboo forest. From afar, there was a bamboo pavilion standing in the bamboo sea.

There seemed to be students discussing something inside, and from time to time there were arguments and hearty laughter.

Chu Moton became interested and led everyone directly to the bamboo pavilion.

When we arrived at the bamboo pavilion, we saw four young scholars discussing something. They were either sitting or half-lying, behaving casually. At this moment, they were looking at Chu Mo, who had suddenly come here, with curiosity on their faces.

Seeing this, Chu Mo hurriedly greeted and said, "I am Chu Mo from Haoran Academy. I am traveling here and was attracted by your discussion. If I have offended you, I hope you can forgive me."

The four of them looked at Chu Mo and his group carefully. The leader, a thin-faced, confident student in a green shirt, said, "My name is Cui Qingle, nice to meet you. We are just analyzing and discussing the news we heard from others. If you are interested, you can come into the pavilion."

A student who was lying down and wearing an indigo cloth slowly sat up, looking cynical, and whispered to the serious-looking student beside him: "Zhu Zirui, why is he bringing a monk as a bodyguard? Do you know him?"

Zhu Zirui, a student standing next to him, glared at the cynical student fiercely, then said to Chu Mo with a hint of apology: "Mr. Chu, I'm really sorry. Shan Shiyu didn't mean to offend you. This is just his personality."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Haha, it seems that Brother Shan is also a man of temperament. How can I blame him? It is a great pleasure in life to meet you today."

Finally, a young man with a resolute face and an upright posture bowed and introduced himself: "My name is He Xiaoqiu, nice to meet you, Master Chu."

Chu Mo accepted the invitation and took everyone to sit down. Cui Qingle looked at Chu Mo and said, "Some time ago, Haoran was attacked by a sea monster when he was discharged from the hospital. I heard that it was a young hero who asked his men to kill the sea monster, which saved Haoran City. It should be Master Chu."

Chu Mo was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that such a thing had spread here and could be recognized by people at a glance.

Not only Chu Mo did not expect this, even the other three people who were close friends of Cui Qingle did not seem to have expected this. They all looked at Chu Mo in disbelief, their eyes full of disbelief.

Since he was recognized, Chu Mo naturally would not hide it and said directly: "It is me. Seeing the demons killing my Xiayang people on my human territory, as long as I have the slightest bit of blood in my body, I will choose to take action."

Shan Shiyu looked Chu Mo up and down again, and said in disbelief: "The person in the rumor is you. I heard that the three teachers of Haoran Academy are very fond of you, and you have been recognized by King Xianyang as his nephew. Are you a member of the royal family?"

Seeing that Shan Shiyu didn't know the situation, Zhu Zirui couldn't help but scold him, "You crazy guy, don't be rude. What kind of question are you asking? Why don't you apologize to Master Chu?"

Chu Mo laughed when he heard this and stopped Shan Shiyu from apologizing.

He explained, "I am not from the royal family, but from Yong'an Town in Haozhou. I only met Tang Feichen during my travels, and was later invited to attend an exchange conference held by Haoran Academy. Only then did I have the honor of meeting King Xianyang. The idea of ​​being a son or nephew is completely untrue."

"Maybe he saw that I was being bullied by the students in the academy, so he came to my rescue."

When everyone heard Chu Mo's explanation, they all had a thoughtful look in their eyes, but it was hard to guess whether they believed it or not.

Shan Shiyu seemed to be very curious about Chu Mo and kept asking questions all the time, totally ignoring Zhu Zirui and He Xiaoqiu whose faces were gradually turning darker.

Finally, under the oppressive and warning gazes of the two men, Shan Shiyu lay on the ground with a look of loss on his face, and no longer made any sound.

At this time, He Xiaoqiu, with a determined face, asked Chu Mo: "Mr. Chu, since you have participated in the exchange conference of Haoran Academy, you should have seen the style of Zheng Xuan, Fan Zhongyan and Wang Bo. Are they really strong?"

Chu Mo looked at He Xiaoqiu seriously, and then replied: "Of course, Zheng Xuan defeated several scholars in the academy; Fan Zhongyan and Wang Bo each wrote a famous article that spread all over the world, so they are naturally incomparable to ordinary people."

Cui Qingle interrupted and said, "Yes, there are so many talented people in the world. After all, we are just frogs in the well."

Chu Mo heard a hint of regret in his tone, and then asked: "Brother Cui, why do you underestimate yourself? I think the people present here are definitely not ordinary people. It seems that there are no requirements for the Haoran Academy's literary exchange meeting. Didn't you go to participate?"

Cui Qingle shook his head regretfully and said, "No, the four of us left behind a huge regret because of a single thought. We were not able to meet this peerless genius and discuss the Dao with him. It's all a pity."

Chu Mo comforted them and said, "I think you four are definitely not ordinary people. Why should you feel sorry for it? Wang Bo and Fan Zhongyan are still in Yunzhou. It is only a matter of time before they meet."

Upon hearing this, the four of them hurriedly thanked Chu Mo for his words of comfort.

In this way, Yang Jiye and Sarliang closed their eyes to rest in the quiet bamboo forest, Yao Guangxiao meditated and understood Zen, and Fang Wenjie listened carefully to the conversation between the few people. It was Chu Mo who was talking to the four people.

Time passed by unknowingly, and it was dusk in the blink of an eye. The four of them said goodbye and left the bamboo pavilion one after another.