Creation Color Master

Deep in the night, the moon is bright in the sky, and a lonely, bright moon hangs high in the sky.

The doors of every house in the village were closed and no lights were on, but in a courtyard at the entrance of the village, candlelight shone through the window and reflected on the ground.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed by, and the black shadow walked into the yard with ease, gently pushed the door open, and closed the door casually.

I saw four people sitting in the room with five chairs. A dark figure came to an empty chair and sat down. He reached out and pulled off the coat covering his head, revealing a shifty face.

The person who came was Hei Jiu, who was responsible for gathering information.

When they saw the people coming, a short dwarf who looked like a child said, "Hey, Heijiu, why are you so slow? You made me wait for a long time."

Hei Jiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Zhu Shorty, you have been living a carefree life these past few years. Your ability to find mountains and settle water has improved."

Zhu Zizheng just smiled and stared at Heijiu with his dead fish eyes without saying anything.

At this time, the only woman present, an old woman wearing a fur coat and smoking a long pipe, said, "Heijiu, stop talking nonsense and tell me the news you found out."

Hei Jiu seemed to be very afraid of this person, and hurriedly said: "Witch, don't worry, isn't it that the boss hasn't spoken yet?"

As he said this, he looked at the old man sitting in the first seat.

Qu Youzhi slowly scanned the crowd and spoke slowly, "In the past few years, we thought everything was fine after killing Chu Feng, and gradually relaxed our vigilance. Who would have thought that a decision made three years ago would lead to such a situation? If it weren't for Wang Hong going to the theater from time to time, I would have sneaked into Yong'an Town and dealt with that brat."

At this time, an old man dressed as a teacher said, "At the beginning, we set a trap and killed Chu Feng and his men, but missed his son. If we hadn't left him in the theater to avoid the disaster, there wouldn't be such a dirty thing now."

On his right sat a middle-aged man with a big belly. The fat on his face was drooping like a pig's head. He looked fierce and said viciously, "Why are you talking so much nonsense, Boss? Your cultivation is not inferior to that of Wang Hong. Let's go straight into Yong'an Town and kill that brat. That will put an end to it."

Qu Youzhi shouted coldly, "Zheng Hu, shut up. Wang Hong knows everything about what happened back then. Over the past three years, that old guy has been going to the theater from time to time and is very wary of us. Do you think I don't want to take action? Do you think I'm afraid of that old guy? I'm afraid of the Zhenxi General and others behind him."

"They have a large number of troops under their command. If Wang Hong really wants to get serious, we will lose our heads sooner or later."

The old woman said with a smile: "Zheng Hu, your name contains the word tiger, so it really means tiger. Let's listen to what Liu Wenliang has to say. He is a teacher and usually has the most ideas."

In this small room, an incident from the past five years was brought to light, and a vicious plot was being discussed.

Chu Mo sat in the Tingyu Pavilion. Even though it was late at night, he had not rested yet. He began to think about what had happened today on the way back, but he still had no clue.

Chen Gong seemed to have noticed something, and after returning to the theater, he went straight to Yao Guangxiao to conspire.

At this time, Zhang Jue was wearing a Taoist robe and was practicing martial arts in front of the altar in the theater, refining a talisman.

As the talisman with blue and purple light was cast out, it slowly merged into the [Hunyuan Wuji Formation], further strengthening the formation's foundation, and even the spirituality in the theater became richer.

On the top of the Tingyu Pavilion, a mighty and majestic golden eagle was practicing spiritual cultivation; three raccoons were sleeping in their nests; in the water, the Qingtian carp was quietly staying at the bottom of the water, while the black dragon floated to the surface, practicing by breathing in the moonlight.

Chu Mo just stayed quietly in the Tingyu Pavilion. The jade plate fell and the golden crow rose. Chu Mo, who had not slept all night, had a sad face because he had a premonition that all these unusual things seemed to be related to him.

Chen Gong and Yao Guangxiao walked out of the side room and slowly came to Chu Mo's side. Chen Gong slowly said, "My lord, please don't worry too much. You must know that everything has its own destiny. The best way is to wait quietly."

Yao Guangxiao took over the conversation and said, "Amitabha, my lord, you should know that everything has its cause and effect."

Chu Mo smiled faintly and said, "Gongtai, Daoyan, don't worry. I have taken over the theater since I was young and have lived safely until now. Nothing can defeat me."

The two nodded without saying anything, and went to their respective favorite corners, one holding a book and the other meditating.

It was then that Chu Mo discovered that, because of the Yin-Yang Diagram, the puppets he had refined seemed to be completely different from those of other magicians. In addition to obeying his orders, they seemed to have their own independent thoughts and even their own personalities.

A woman in a bright red dress walked into Tingyu Pavilion, bringing rice porridge, delicious side dishes, and even some snacks. She placed the plates in front of Chu Mo with graceful movements.

The red-clothed man said, "My lord, you haven't slept all night. It's already autumn and the dew is heavy at night. You should eat something and go back to your room to rest."

At this time, Zhang Jiao came out of the theater, came over and sat opposite Chu Mo, and said, "Miss in red, could you bring me a wine glass? I will drink with you, my lord."

Hongyi glanced at Zhang Jiao and was about to speak when Chu Mo said, "Okay, Hongyi, bring some wine glasses over. Gongtai and Daoyan can have a drink."

Chen Gong put down the book and said with a smile: "It is my honor that the lord has invited you."

Yao Guangxiao opened his eyes and smiled: "Amitabha"

Just like that, the four people in Tingyu Pavilion sat upright in four directions. Although they poured wine and clinked glasses, everything was left unsaid.

When Hongyi saw Chu Mo speak, she had no choice but to return to the kitchen. Not long after, she came out carrying a teapot.

At this time, Chu Tian walked to the front of the pavilion and said, "My lord, there is a Taoist priest outside the door. He said he is an old friend. I wonder if you want to see him or not."

Chu Mo had some doubts in his mind, but thinking that since the other party had come to his door, it would not be impolite, so he let Chu Tian bring him in.

When Chen Gong and the other two wanted to retreat, they were stopped by Chu Mo.

The Taoist who said he was going to have a bloody disaster when he was performing in the town play appeared before him again.

The Taoist bowed and said, "I am Xuan Zhen, nicknamed Gua Daoist. Nice to meet you all."

Xuan Zhen looked at the four people sitting in the pavilion, and his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

From the moment he entered the theater, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The pavilions, towers and other buildings throughout the theater were well-arranged and clearly laid out, implying a mystery that he could not see. Among them, there were all kinds of magical flowers and herbs that embellished them, blending with the surrounding buildings to form a variety of styles.

Looking at the various precious spiritual creatures thriving, he knew that even the spiritual plant masters of the farming family could not do better.

All of this seems to be formed naturally.

Looking at the four people in the pavilion again, the housekeeper whom I met yesterday was now wearing a blue Confucian robe, and was gentle and elegant. Just sitting there made people feel a scholarly air; looking at the Taoist in yellow robe beside him, he did not have the feeling of practicing Taoism like ordinary Taoists who lived in the open air and traveled around the mountains and rivers. Instead, he felt a sense of majesty of the mighty power of heaven; opposite him, a bald monk was turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, and just sat there, without revealing any aura.

Xuan Zhen was shocked at this moment. He knew clearly in his heart that the cultivation levels of the three people present were probably far higher than his.

On the other hand, on Chu Mo's side, Chen Gong and the other two didn't seem to care about it. They just returned the greeting slightly and then paid no more attention to it.

But Chu Mo's heart was in turmoil. If he remembered correctly, the old village chief told him that his father Chu Feng's close friend in his previous life was called Gua Dao Ren.

Seeing that Chu Mo was still silent, Xuan Zhen spoke again: "Young friend Chu should have known the identity of the old Taoist priest, and should have guessed why the old Taoist priest came here, right?"

Chu Mo nodded slightly, looked directly at Xuan Zhen and said, "Master, please come into the pavilion and have a chat."