Creation Color Master

After talking with Chu Mo, Luo Chen became more and more curious about the young man in front of him.

His outstanding insights and vision, coupled with the confidence in his conversation, make people feel very comfortable when interacting with him.

The more Luo Chen and Chu Mo talked, the more shocked they became, because Chu Mo seemed to be involved in everything, whether it was poetry, songs, calligraphy, or even state governance, and he would always express new insights during each conversation.

At this moment, Luo Chen finally understood why so many people valued and liked him.

Kang Fan, who had been serving Luo Chen for many years, looked at the gentleman who always had a smile on his face with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Today, the gentleman smiled more than he usually does in a month, and his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Chu Mo.

While the two were talking, Luo Chen suddenly caught a glimpse of the gift sent by Chu Mo on the table. At first he didn't take it seriously, but after getting to know Chu Mo, he felt a little curious when he saw the gift.

So he asked Chu Mo very directly: "Chu Mo, this is a gift from you, right? If you don't mind, I will open it and take a look at it right now."

Chu Mo smiled and stood up and said, "This is a gift from me to you. Please use it as you wish, senior."

The moment Luo Chen opened it, he was shocked even though he was knowledgeable.

The white jade Haoran bamboo, the ink essence generated on the head of the Danxin Wenhe, the three pieces of scales that fell off the body of the sacred beast Mo Jiao, the gilded rice paper, medicinal ink, etc., are all spiritual objects related to Confucian monks, and each one is a rare existence.

He was most familiar with the gilded rice paper and medicinal ink, which were the treasures of several old friends from Haoran Academy. Thinking of the familiar aura he felt from Chu Mo before, now seeing the two spiritual objects, he understood everything in his heart.

The scales of the Ink Dragon. This is the sacred beast Ink Dragon. Each piece of its scales is used for grinding and writing, and is also a rare item for refining weapons.

Looking at each of the spiritual objects that had a profound origin, Luo Chen was amazed at Chu Mo's background.

At this time, Luo Chen noticed twelve wine jars of different colors, so he asked Chu Mo curiously.

Upon seeing this, Chu Mo immediately explained, "Senior, this is a spiritual wine developed by a medical expert I have made friends with. It is inspired by the changes in the twenty-four solar terms and brewed with various spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits. There are twelve kinds in total, and they have different flavors, and each one gives people a different feeling."

Chu Mo pointed at the various wine jars and introduced them one by one: "Peach Blossom Drunk, Falling Mulberry Wine, Breeze Drunk, Fuyao Wine, Clouds and Water, Drunk and Never Return, Autumn Moon Brew, Moon-Watching Drunk, Dream Free, Wandering in the Red Dust, Fallen Plum Wine, and Cold Butcher Wine, arranged in order of the four seasons."

Luo Chen nodded in satisfaction and said, "Haha, good, it's a good wine at first glance. This old man is in for a treat."

After saying that, he simply waved his hand and put it away.

Then he looked at Chu Mo, unable to hide the love in his eyes and said: "Haha, Chu Mo, I like the things you gave me so much. You gave me so many good things. As a senior, I naturally have to take good care of you."

"Look at what this is for."

Luo Chen just waved his hand, and a book with a majestic literary aura appeared in the air. The heavy aura emanating from it seemed to contain a space.

Luo Chen smiled and explained, "This is my great spiritual treasure, and it is also a spiritual treasure bestowed by heaven. I named it Luo Chen Xuan Lu. This is a great spiritual treasure that has accompanied me as I grew up."

"It records my life experiences, my cultivation insights, my techniques, etc. All my worth is in it. It is connected to my Purple Palace. Are you willing to go in and take a look? Whether you can obtain spiritual objects, great spiritual treasures, techniques, or my insights, etc., all depends on your luck. What do you think?"

Chu Mo widened his eyes. He had only heard that this person had a strange temper, but he didn't expect that this great scholar Luo Chen was a person with such a temperament.

Just when Chu Mo was still in shock, Luo Chen waved his hand and put Chu Mo directly into the book, along with Yang Jiye who came with him.

Luo Chen murmured, "This general is indeed a man with a peculiar fate. He will probably be a helper to Chu Mo in the future. I will also give you a chance today."

Two days passed. Ever since Chu Mo was accepted into Luochen Xuanlu, Meng Xiaofeng had been secretly trying to manipulate the relationship between Yao Guangxiao, Sarliang and Chu Mo.

At the same time, he also secretly communicated with the blood slaves and set many traps on Chu Mo's way to Baisong Mountain.

It was already the third day since Chu Mo returned to the inn, which was also the day he had agreed with Old Man Changhong.

Regarding what Chu Mo gained from Luo Chen Xuan Lu, he could only describe it as a fruitful harvest. The spiritual objects he collected alone met the requirements of more than a dozen outstanding Chinese people. Chu Mo could refine them one by one when he had time.

As for Yang Jiye, he obtained the entire inheritance of a powerful military strategist of the third realm. His strength has improved by leaps and bounds. If his cultivation had not been restricted by Chu Mo, he would have been able to break through the third realm.

After returning to the inn, Chu Mo found that Yao Guangxiao and Sarliang did not show any particular enthusiasm for his return, giving people a feeling of alienation.

Meng Xiaofeng saw everything and showed a cold smile on his face.

"My benefactor, you have been going there for the past two days. I thought you were in danger."

Chu Mo looked up and saw a look full of concern in Meng Xiaofeng's eyes.

Chu Mo simply said indifferently: "Oh, I forgot to inform you. Because of some things, I stayed at the home of the visiting guest for two days."

"According to the plan, we are still going to Baisong Mountain today. We should pack up and set off soon."

Yao Guangxiao stepped forward and said calmly, "I have anticipated that time is tight, so we have packed everything in advance and are ready to leave at any time."

Chu Mo heard this and said, "Really? Okay, let's set off now without further delay."

Meng Xiaofeng saw all this and thought to himself: This is all my masterpiece, it seems the effect is extraordinary. Chu Mo, the road to Baisong Mountain is full of dangers. If the two people you regard as helpers stab you in the back at the critical moment, I really want to know what your expression would be.

At Chu Mo's urging, everyone left Tianxing City, chose a small path closest to Baisong Mountain, and headed straight for Baisong Mountain.

What Chu Mo didn't know was that when he left, a man in a straw raincoat and hat was staring coldly at Chu Mo's back and released the carrier pigeon in his hand.

He sent a pigeon to inform those who were hiding in ambush. This person stared at Chu Mo's departing back, with murderous intent in his eyes that was hard to conceal.

Chu Mo, who was in a hurry to get on the road at the moment, naturally didn't notice any clues about all this.

When Chu Mo and others walked to a place where weeds grew everywhere, they saw that the weeds were overgrown all around, taller than people and very dense, blocking all vision.

Chu Mo felt the solemn atmosphere and the faint murderous intent coming from the dark. He couldn't help but smile knowingly and waited quietly for the person in the dark to attack him.

"kill--"

Finally, he couldn't hold his temper anymore. He saw a group of people rushing out from the weeds around him. Chu Mo roughly counted them and there were thirteen people in total.

At the same time, Chu Mo also felt an aura similar to that of Peng Peng from these people. It was obvious that this group of people were blood slaves in disguise.

Chu Mo took a deep look at Meng Xiaofeng who was standing aside pretending to be scared, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.