Creation Color Master

When the crowd dispersed, Chu Mo saw the storyteller standing in front of the table. He had red lips and white teeth, and was wearing a green gown. He was tall and had an indescribable temperament.

The young man put away the wake-up stick on the table and looked in the direction of Chu Mo.

When Zhang Haoyang was packing up his storytelling tools, he had already noticed Chu Mo's gaze, and at the same time he also saw that Chu Mo was extraordinary.

Seeing that Chu Mo was looking at him with a smile on his face, Zhang Haoyang clasped his fists and said, "Novelist Zhang Haoyang, I wonder what advice you have for me, brother?"

When Chu Mo heard the other party say that he was a novelist, he was not surprised. After all, there is no conflict between writing books and telling stories, especially novelists. Since ancient times, they would dress up as storytellers and tell their novels in the market to attract the necessary human soul power for cultivation.

Chu Mo also clasped his fists and said, "I am Chu Mo, an actor, nice to meet you, Brother Zhang."

"It's been a long time since I met a storyteller. Brother Zhang's storytelling just now was really fascinating. Although I didn't listen to the whole thing, I was still fascinated by it. Brother Zhang is really talented."

Zhang Haoyang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, I'm still in the learning stage. I just talk about whatever comes to my mind. Practice makes perfect."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, there is no need to be modest. I am just a little curious and would like to ask you a question."

Zhang Haoyang's clear voice came.

"Brother, if you have any questions, just tell me directly. I will definitely answer your questions."

Chu Mo smiled lightly and said, "It's not a big deal. I listened to the second half of the book that Brother Zhang mentioned and found that the general in the novel written by Brother Zhang should have a prototype."

Hearing this, Zhang Haoyang's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "Brother, have you guessed it?"

Chu Mo smiled lightly and said slowly: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be General Zhang Xiaotian who died in the battle with the ancient barbarians fifty years ago."

Zhang Haoyang's eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "Haha, that's right, you actually guessed it."

Chu Mo looked at Zhang Haoyang and said, "But later on, I saw that Brother Zhang seemed to feel sorry for General Shenwei. I wonder why?"

Zhang Haoyang still had a smile on his face, and said, "General Shenwei is the person I admire the most. I just feel sorry for him. He died in the prime of his life, and Xiayang has lost a talented general."

Chu Mo nodded gently and said, "Yes, it's a pity that the battle took General Shenwei's life. Otherwise, General Shenwei's reputation would have resounded throughout Xiayang and intimidated the enemy country today."

Chu Mo and Zhang Haoyang were talking more and more in agreement, but Chu Mo had other things to do this time, so he could only say goodbye.

"Brother Zhang, the road is long and the mountains are high. We will meet again in the martial arts world if we are destined to do so."

After Chu Mo finished speaking, he stood up and performed a solemn martial arts salute.

Zhang Haoyang returned the greeting and said, "Take care of each other, and we'll meet again if we're lucky."

Chu Mo took Yang Jiye away.

Zhang Haoyang stood in front of the table and watched Chu Mo leave until his figure disappeared in the crowd, and he remained in his senses for a long time.

Chu Mo came out this time to find Chen Shan. During the time he was in Jingyu City, he made a friend named Chen Shan. He would be leaving tomorrow, so naturally he had to go and notify him.

And today is also Chen Shan’s last time to come to the market to sell snakes.

He followed his own advice and actively participated in the land reclamation activities. Although there are no results now, he will surely gain something when the rice matures.

From a distance, Chu Mo saw Chen Shan pacing anxiously at the stall. When he saw Chu Mo, he immediately came over to him.

"Xiao Mo, I thought you left without saying a word. I was so anxious that I was sweating all over."

Chu Mo opened the Four Seasons Fan and fanned Chen Shan while saying, "How could that be? It's just that I encountered something on the way here and was delayed."

Chen Shan looked Chu Mo up and down, then said: "I listened to you and reclaimed nearly ten acres of wasteland. I kept eight acres at home and gave the remaining two acres to the government in exchange for some money. Now that there are no miscellaneous taxes, there will be no problem in being self-sufficient in the future."

"Your sister-in-law, knowing that you don't eat snake meat, went to the fields to catch a rice carp, cooked it into fish soup, and asked me to bring it to you, insisting that I bring it back to thank you."

"The food at home is simple and plain, I hope you don't mind it."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "How could that be? Thank my sister-in-law for the fish soup. I have a few jars of wine here as our parting gift. I'll give them to you, Brother Chen Shan."

The two chatted until sunset. The city gates were about to close. Brother Chen Shan's home was outside the city, so the two had to part ways.

In the setting sun, Chu Mo looked at Chen Shan who was driving away in a car, and was speechless for a long time.

When Chu Mo returned, it was already dark and the shadows of the two people on the street were stretched out very long.

At this time, the streets had become empty. Even if there were people around, they were all hurrying home, unlike Chu Mo who was leisurely and contented.

Just as Chu Mo turned into an alley, a faint sound of chains came from the other side of the alley.

Chu Mo didn't think much about it, but as he went deeper into the alley and walked into another street, the sound of the chain shaking became louder and louder.

When he reached the entrance of the alley, Chu Mo finally saw the source of the chain noise. He saw a figure wearing a straw raincoat walking past Chu Mo, holding three chains in his hands, and at the other end of the chains were tied a bunch of dirty little monkeys.

The three little monkeys limped behind him, each with injuries on their bodies, and their eyes were dead, without a trace of liveliness in them.

What was even more bizarre was that the three little monkeys actually walked slowly and upright. This did not feel funny to Chu Mo, but rather like watching a toddler taking his first steps.

Just then, a little monkey discovered Chu Mo standing at the entrance of the alley, and walked towards Chu Mo, squeaking, with a desire to survive in its eyes.

"Snapped---"

The crisp sound of a whip was heard, followed by the monkey's screams.

The little monkey that was originally running towards Chu Mo was now curled up on the ground, shivering.

"I'm sorry, sir. My little monkey has just been tamed and still retains a bit of wildness. You are obviously a precious person. If I scratch you, it would be my dereliction of duty."

An old and hoarse voice came from under the straw raincoat, without any emotion in it.

Chu Mo nodded slightly as a greeting, then took Yang Jiye to the other side of the street.

Chu Mo walked away for a distance and could vaguely hear the sound of whips waving and the little monkey screaming.

This is a monkey trainer in the underworld, and it is also a kind of performing art in the underworld.

They would go into the deep mountains and forests to capture newly born monkeys, then use various means to tame them and teach them some performance behaviors, using these performances to attract passers-by to stop and watch.

Like the whipping just now, it is one of the most common and effective methods of taming monkeys. Although it has the appearance of abusing monkeys, the effect is also the most significant.

Under normal circumstances, monkey trainers usually bring five to nine monkeys, both large and small, which makes the performance more diverse.

For some unknown reason, the monkey trainer only took three newly tamed monkeys out for his performance, which could easily lead to an accident.

And for some reason? Chu Mo felt a human touch from the three little monkeys, which was really strange.