Creation Color Master

After Chu Mo left Baicha City, there were rolling mountains everywhere. If he continued to travel at a normal speed, crossing the mountains and ridges, he didn't know how long it would take to get there.

Even when riding a horse, one feels like a dying horse.

We crossed several mountains in succession. Although we were on official roads, due to the remote location, distant mountains, dense forests, and sparse population, we hardly met anyone along the way. Sometimes we would walk for a whole day without seeing a single person.

Fortunately, Chu Mo had a way to relieve the boredom of the daily journey, which was to make leather puppets. Along the way, Yang Jiye's Yang Family Army was expanded to eight thousand people by Chu Mo.

Most of the evil soldiers of the military strategists were collected in his military talismans and nurtured in his sea of ​​consciousness. When Yang Jiye broke through to the third realm, General Yang would be able to move around in the Purple Mansion.

Walking on the road, Chu Mo seemed to have thought of something, and asked Sarliang beside him: "Sarliang, I have fought with you so many times, why have I never seen the evil soldiers you have nurtured?"

Sarliang, who was riding on a horse, immediately replied: "The evil soldiers are mostly nurtured by the blood and essence of the military monks, and are connected to their aura. In battles of the same realm, unless there is a life-and-death crisis, they are rarely called out to fight."

"Because the cost of nurturing a demon soldier is too high, the cultivation of a demon soldier is not only linked to the resources invested, but also nurturing a demon soldier also consumes a lot of time of the military cultivators, so it is very precious."

"My evil soldiers are named Hanming Guards. There are 800 of them in total. Their cultivation has just broken through the second realm. They are heavy armored cavalry."

Chu Mo frowned. It was the first time he heard people talk about the evil soldiers. It seemed that ordinary military cultivators were completely different from the military cultivators he summoned.

Because the evil soldiers of the military monks summoned by themselves can be completely replaced by the leather puppets made by themselves, and they don't need to be nurtured by themselves at all.

Thinking in this way, it also saves oneself the consumption of resources. After all, making leather puppets mostly requires various spiritual objects obtained from monsters, which is not a big consumption at all.

Seeing that Chu Mo fell into deep thought, Salliang thought that Chu Mo was just curious for a moment, so he did not make any noise to disturb him, but instead looked around vigilantly.

Yang Jiye, who was standing next to them, naturally heard their conversation clearly, and he couldn't help but smile.

He had a total of eight thousand evil soldiers, which was ten times the number of Sarliang. Although their cultivation levels were only at the same level and uneven, Yang Jiye was already very satisfied.

In this way, the four of them walked and stopped, and another day passed.

After a simple breakfast, Chu Mo’s task today was to continue on his journey.

As he walked, Chu Mo suddenly heard the sound of rushing river. At first, Chu Mo thought he was hallucinating.

"It's the sound of rushing water. My lord, there may be a river ahead."

Yao Guangxiao said with a very affirmative tone.

Chu Mo didn't expect that there were rivers among the rolling mountains, and he suddenly felt very excited.

"Haha, what a loud sound of rushing water! Come on, let's go to the front and take a look."

"drive--"

The green-eyed jade dragon was like a streak of white lightning, rapidly moving towards the river.

"drive--"

"drive--"

"drive--"

Sarliang, Yang Jiye and Yao Guangxiao also urged their horses to move. Although the three spirit horses were not as fast as the Green-Eyed Jade Dragon, each of them was still able to move at a speed as fast as the wind.

After a rapid gallop, standing on a high cliff, Chu Mo finally saw the vast river. The river below was surging, with waves rolling like a wild horse running out of control, crashing into the stone walls on both sides, making a deafening roar.

The mighty river rushed all the way, the rapids surging, and from time to time it hit the stone walls on both sides, splashing high water.

Watching the Canglan River flowing away adds a bit of fun to the boring daily journey.

Chu Mo and others went upstream along the Canglan River and moved forward.

After walking along a section of the road, Chu Mo finally met the first figure in the past few days. He saw a man carrying a bamboo basket walking slowly along the mountain road.

Chu Mo was very surprised, so he hurriedly urged his horse forward.

When the four of them approached the figure, they saw that it was an old man with white hair and wearing linen clothes. There were some edible mushrooms in the bamboo basket.

Each of the four men had an extraordinary demeanor, and riding on war horses, looking down from a high position, they gave people a great sense of intimidation.

The old man's subsequent series of actions directly shocked the four people present.

The old man's legs went limp and he fell to his knees. He kowtowed to the four men tremblingly and begged for mercy: "My dear uncles, my dear bosses, please be kind and spare my life."

Chu Mo was startled. He dismounted and pulled the old man up from the ground. He patiently explained, "Old man, we are traveling outside to gain experience. It's just that we haven't met anyone for a few days. We met you today just to ask if there are any towns or villages nearby?"

The old man wiped his cloudy eyes with his sleeves, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and slowly said: "Aren't you the Hengjiang bandits in the Canglan River?"

Chu Mo frowned slightly when he heard this, and said slowly: "Excuse me, sir, are the Hengjiang bandits you mentioned the same kind of bandits?"

Hearing Chu Mo's answer, the old man sighed and said, "Young man, how can you come here to travel? You are risking your life. Listen to my advice and return the way you came, otherwise you will die in vain."

Listening to the old man's advice, Chu Mo immediately understood that the Hengjiang bandits the old man was talking about were probably just a group of people who committed crimes and oppressed the people.

As if afraid that Chu Mo would not believe him, the old man added: "Young man, don't think I am exaggerating. A tender-skinned young man like you is the favorite of the Hengjiang bandits. If you are caught by them, they will dig out your heart and liver, chop your body and cook your meat, and you will become a snack for them."

"You should go back the way you came and run for your life."

Chu Mo was shocked after hearing the old man's speech. He did not pay attention to the purpose of the old man's words, but asked in disbelief: "Old man, what did you just say? Could it be that the Hengjiang bandits also eat people?"

A trace of fear flashed across the old man's face, and he said, "You are right. There are few people in the area of ​​100 miles around here, and there is no source of food. We can only rely on the resources in the mountains to survive. The Hengjiang bandits burn, kill, and plunder, and sometimes we can't get anything good. Even if we rob money, it is useless here where supplies are scarce."

"There are indeed monsters roaming in the mountains and rivers, but the Hengjiang bandits who pursue freedom are not willing to work and hunt, so they often eat human flesh. After each burning, killing and looting, young women, children, and even unborn babies will become their meat."

"You are so brave, why don't you run away quickly?"

Chu Mo was already shocked by the old man's words at this time. What kind of crime was this? Burning, killing and looting sounded like commonplace to the old man.

Also, are there really uncivilized barbarians in these years? They actually feed on humans. Chu Mo felt his stomach churning just thinking about it.

Seeing that Chu Mo had no intention of leaving, the old man said angrily, "Young man, I have made it very clear to you, but you still don't leave. It will be too late when you encounter the Hengjiang bandits."

"The old man doesn't have time to accompany you or see you off. I have to run for my life."

After saying this, he continued on his way, carrying the bamboo basket on his back.