Creation Color Master

Early in the morning, Chu Mo got up as usual. With the end of Bai Xiaofei's incident, Chu Mo also decided to stay here today.

After all, there is nothing worth staying here.

Moreover, it was inconvenient to stay at Sun Yong's house all the time. He decided to say goodbye to Sun Yong after breakfast. At the same time, Chu Mo would take advantage of this time to give them something.

Mrs. Sun was busy in the kitchen at the moment. Chu Mo saw Sun Yong sitting in the courtyard and teaching Sun Zifeng how to make and taste tea.

"Feng'er, you have to know that a good tea-frying master cannot just be limited to the world of tea-frying. He must also learn how to brew tea and taste tea. He must start from all aspects and taste the truth in it. This is also helpful for tea-frying."

Sun Zifeng sat obediently beside him, listening carefully to every word his father said.

“Life is like tea. Whether we are frying tea, boiling tea or tasting tea, we need to taste it carefully. In the process, we also gain insights and reflections on our own lives.”

"Feng'er, it doesn't matter if you don't understand today. I will often mention it in the future. When you grow up, I believe you will understand the truth behind it."

Chu Mo saw all of this and had to say that Sun Yong was really a good father. Not only did he pay Bai Xiaofei to teach Sun Zifeng Confucianism, he also personally taught him his own insights into the tea ceremony. It can be seen that he had high hopes for Sun Zifeng.

He not only hoped that his son would inherit his mantle, but also hoped that his son would surpass him.

Chu Mo walked towards Sun Yong and sat down beside him, looking at the father and son in front of him while recalling every detail of his time with them over the past three days.

Sun Yong curiously glanced at Chu Mo, who was in a daze when he just came over, and gently pushed Chu Mo, asking with concern: "Brother Chu, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Are you sick?"

Chu Mo smiled and shook his head, saying, "I'm fine, Brother Sun. I came to say goodbye to you today. Thank you and sister-in-law for taking care of me for the past three days. I really can't repay you enough."

He took out the "Tea Classic" copied by Yao Guangxiao himself, handed it to Sun Yong, and said, "Brother Sun, this is a copy of the insights about tea that I gained from a senior tea master I met earlier. I asked someone to copy it down, hoping it can provide you with some help."

Sun Yong was stunned, and took the thing Chu Mo handed over to him blankly, then cast his eyes on the thing Chu Mo had. When the words "Tea Classic" came into his eyes, his face showed a look of horror.

As for why he didn't give him the real one, it was because most of the records in "The Classic of Tea" were related to tea making, and the aspirations of the Tao in it were not suitable for Sun Yong. If he gave him the real one, it would harm him instead.

Chu Mo left, and with the farewell of Sun Yong's family, they watched Chu Mo and his group gradually go away.

Sun Yong knew that what Chu Mo gave was a priceless treasure in the hands of some people.

Just as Chu Mo walked out of the city, a red thread fell into Chu Mo's body and penetrated into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Feeling the unique atmosphere of the world, Chu Mo couldn't help but force a smile on his face.

On the Canglan River, a figure appeared silently, wearing an owl-like mask. It was none other than Shusi, the short-legged one killed by Sarliang.

He was still standing on the surging river, staring at the rolling water below.

I saw a black figure flash across the river.

"Boom--"

"Crash--"

With a loud bang, a huge monster broke out of the water. Its sturdy body and size like a tall building, and its huge snake eyes were staring at the tiny few divine servants.

I saw several servants of the gods acting a little crazy, and from time to time they let out low laughs, which made people feel creepy.

He slowly raised his hand, and a drop of blood-colored water with a strong bloody smell appeared. There seemed to be endless wronged souls with fangs and claws bared above it, and one could faintly hear crying and screaming coming from above. It was the Wanjing Blood that he had asked Chu Mo for before.

He shook the blood of ten thousand essences in his hand, and then murmured: "When you turn into a dragon and walk into the water, take it. You can use the power of humanity to counter the power of heaven. Remember, you must take it in advance."

He threw it down gently, and just when it was about to fall into the rolling river, it was steadily caught by a tail.

Then, the huge black water snake let out a roar, and the deep sound echoed above the river surface, and then it dived into the water and disappeared.

Shu Si looked at the river water that had resumed its surging state, his eyes full of murderous intent as he said, "Chu Mo, Sarliang, you two just wait for me. The next time we meet, I will definitely take revenge."

"Hmph, with the help of the Black Water Mystic Snake that has completed the Water Walking Stage, the Third Realm Cave Heaven Stage will also be able to kill it. In addition, I still need to make some preparations. The next time I meet them, I must kill them and avenge my broken leg."

Then, his figure flashed and disappeared again.

About a hundred kilometers away from here, there is a village called Penghua. The village is located next to the Canglan River and has forty or fifty households. They rely on the water for their livelihood and on fishing for a living.

The terrain here is relatively flat, and the river is not so turbulent. Both sides of the Canglan River are covered with reeds and pampas grass, which is also the origin of Penghua Village.

Mist rose above the surface of the river, and a thin layer of fog filled the air. Suddenly, a number of wooden boats came floating down the river.

On the boat, there stood a team of men who were thinly dressed but holding swords in their hands and longbows on their backs. They all looked ferocious and defiant, and the sound of their whistles cut across the silent river surface.

At this time, the leader, wearing a bird feather crown, a tiger skin short shirt, and a golden dagger hanging around his waist, was standing on the bow of the boat, looking forward, as if he could see the real situation on the shore through the mist.

It seemed that he had really discovered something. He laughed loudly and said, "Brothers, there is a small village ahead. Haha, it's time for us to have fun again."

As the leader finished speaking, people on the surrounding boats shouted, "Rivers and rivers are full of pirates, burning, killing, looting, and having a good time."

Then, everyone responded with a loud voice that echoed across the river.

As the leader slowly raised his hand, the next moment, everyone stopped shouting and waited for orders with serious expressions.

"Brothers, five miles ahead, let's move forward at full speed. This time we'll see who gets the most. When we return to our lair, I'll reward you based on your merits."

As the robber leader finished his words, cheers rang out again on the river.

In this way, a group of pirates boarded a wooden boat and took advantage of the cover of reeds and flowers on both sides of the river to sneak into Penghua Village quietly.

"Brothers, kill, rob, and be merry"

All of a sudden, a group of pirates rushed into the village with excitement and shouting. When they saw the man, they raised their swords and killed him.

The old man was useless in the eyes of the pirates, so they killed him with a single blow.

When they saw the woman, the bandits became even more excited. They pushed her to the ground, started tearing her clothes, and wanted to commit beastly acts.

Some bandits saw people hiding in the house and set fire to the house, and the raging fire immediately shot up into the sky.

For a moment, screams, whistles, cheers, crying and other sounds mixed together. The originally peaceful and peaceful Penghua Village turned into a scene of hell on earth in just about an hour.

Even some people who knelt down and begged for their lives were killed by this group of murderous pirates.

The raging fire and the billowing smoke seemed to be announcing to the heavens the bloody methods of the pirates.