Creation Color Master

After resting in the deserted village for a while, he also asked Jing Hao about some matters related to the Yin Sect and got a lot of information.

Before leaving, Jing Hao gave him a token made of locust wood, saying that if he encountered any trouble in Quyan County, he could use this token to ask for help from other Yinmen members.

Chu Mo thanked them and led Yao Guangxiao and others away.

Jing Hao stood in front of the village, looking at Chu Mo's departing back, and fell into deep thought.

Jing Hao was able to determine that Chu Mo was indeed a member of the Yin Sect of the ghost drama lineage. After talking to him, he found that Chu Mo had extraordinary eloquence and profound knowledge, and was definitely not an ordinary person.

In addition, he secretly observed and discovered that Yang Jiye and others were secretly led by Chu Mo, and he was afraid that their origins were not simple.

I have been in the underworld for many years, and I can be said to be cautious and good at calculating at every step, which is why I have my current position in the Yin Clan. Making friends with Chu Mo at this time can be regarded as an investment.

Chu Mo continued on his way, playing with the token in his hand, feeling a slight chill coming from it.

Yao Guangxiao came to Chu Mo and said, "My lord, this man is probably not a simple person. I think what he said to you is half true and half false. You can't believe it completely."

Chu Mo naturally knew this, because Jing Hao had tested him several times during the conversation, but he just didn't show it.

Seeing that Chu Mo understood, Yao Guangxiao stopped talking.

The group of four walked on the official road. The autumn wind blew, bringing a slight coolness, which was completely different from the scorching heat of the desert.

The steps on the grassland under his crotch became lighter.

Dengzhou is obviously different from Haozhou. Although it is also vast and sparsely populated, there is no sign of human habitation for a long time. The official road is also very desolate, but there are a lot of low bushes growing around it.

There are green embellishments in the wilderness, which makes it no longer monotonous at first glance, and even somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, a golden ferocious bird flashed across the sky, and under the gaze of everyone, it slowly landed on Chu Mo's shoulder and rubbed Chu Mo's face affectionately.

Chu Mo stroked the golden-winged eagle's smooth feathers, took out a beast essence pill and fed it to it, then put it into the spirit bead.

The group walked and walked until they came to an intersection.

A small thatched shed was set up at the intersection. Under it, a lame old man was standing in front of the stove, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, while a girl with pigtails was tidying up the tables and chairs.

There was a sign in front of the hut that read, "Tea to cool off, three cents per person."

Looking at the empty thatched hut, Chu Mo found it interesting and walked towards the hut step by step.

The little girl happily came up to Chu Mo when she saw someone coming. She skipped and jumped to his side and said, "Brother, you are here to drink tea. The tea my grandfather brews is delicious."

There were only two tables and eight wooden chairs in the straw hut. Chu Mo led a few people to sit at one of the tables, which could just accommodate four people.

The old man smiled as he made tea, saying, "Please sit down and take a rest. I will make tea for you right away."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man. We are not in a hurry to drink tea. We have been busy all day, so let's take a rest in the shop first."

Although the intersection connects four directions, it is empty and there are no pedestrians.

Chu Mo asked curiously, "Old man, you sell tea here, how many pots can you sell in a day? I don't think there are many people here."

The old man laughed when he heard this and said, "I'm old now. I've been selling tea all my life. I just need to make ends meet. Besides, with my conditions, it's good enough that someone comes."

Chu Mo nodded repeatedly and asked, "Old man, this is also a good place. It is connected in all directions and is at a junction."

The old man just chuckled and didn't answer.

The little girl skillfully brewed the tea and brought it to the table. She said with a smile, "Enjoy your meal, sir."

Chu Mo smiled slightly, took out a few snacks and said, "Thank you, little sister, you are really capable. You are helping grandpa here. Brother will treat you to some snacks."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, looked at the sweet snack, swallowed her saliva, and finally took it.

Suddenly, he ran to Grandpa, handed him a piece of dessert, and said, "Grandpa, try the dessert that brother gave me."

The old man took a bite with a happy look on his face, and then returned the rest to the girl.

Although they lived in poverty, the old and the young did not complain about their life, but enjoyed it instead.

The little girl sat obediently on the small stool by the stove, eating the snacks that Chu Mo brought her.

Chu Mo smiled and talked to the old man, asking, "Old man, where does the left side of this road lead to?"

The old man was still fanning the fire with a palm-leaf fan in his hand, and he answered without raising his head: "Go left, it's Dawangzhuang."

Chu Mo turned his finger to one side and asked, "Where does this road on the right lead to?"

The old man raised his eyelids and said, "That's the direction of Liugong River. After crossing the river, you will reach Baili City."

Chu Mo turned around and pointed in front of him and said, "Then where is this place if we go along this road?"

The old man shook unconsciously, with a trace of fear in his eyes, and said tremblingly: "Go forward, that is Tieshiling Feiyan Village, a famous place with poor mountains and bad water."

Chu Mo glanced at the old man, seemed to see a clue, and asked casually: "Hey, I haven't asked your name yet?"

The old man replied calmly: "My surname is Wang, and Dawangzhuang on the left is my hometown."

Chu Mo nodded, blew on the tea on the table, and immediately felt a bitter taste filling his taste buds.

Chu Mo couldn't help but frown. There were even tiny pieces of tea leaves mixed in the tea, which really didn't taste good.

As if he had noticed Chu Mo's expression, the old man was not angry at all. He laughed and said, "I see that you are well-dressed. You must be from a wealthy family. No wonder you didn't spit out the tea leaves that I worked so hard to make."

Chu Mo suddenly felt a little embarrassed and put the tea on the wooden table awkwardly.

The old man spoke again: "I saw that the young master just asked me a series of questions, but he was out traveling."

Chu Mo was unwilling to hide anything, and admitted generously: "Old man, you have a good eye. I am out of town, preparing to travel around."

The old man heard this and advised: "From my observation of your expression just now, it seems that you want to go straight ahead."

Chu Mo was immediately surprised and said, "You old man have a good eye. You can actually see what I am thinking."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, saying, "It's not that I have a good eye, it's just that I've been selling tea here for my whole life. When it's busy, I see hundreds of people every day. I just observe and guess more."

Chu Mo said seriously: "The old man has spent his whole life making and selling tea. He has done an ordinary thing to the extreme, especially for an ordinary person."

The old man's expression brightened upon hearing this, and he shook his head and said, "No, no, he is just a farmer who is suffering from illness and facing life and death."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Haha, being able to cook ordinary bitter seed tea to such a level is far beyond ordinary people."

The old man seemed to be in high spirits after hearing this. He quickly came to Chu Mo's side, held Chu Mo's hands with a pair of dry and calloused hands, and said with excitement, "You actually tasted the secret of my tea. Weird, weird."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "As long as you taste the tea carefully, you can taste its charm."

The old man nodded continuously and said, "How can it be so simple? I have spent my entire life making tea, trying to find my own way of tea. Unfortunately, I am now too old to reach the realm I want to find."

Chu Mo naturally saw something, and let the calloused hand hold his hand without saying anything.

The old man talked to himself for a while, then looked at Chu Mo with a little excitement and said: "Forget it, forget it, I am afraid that I will never be able to do this in this life. I didn't expect to meet a good seedling in ten thousand years. I will give this thing to you."

After saying that, he took out a piece of badly worn hemp paper from his arms and placed it in front of Chu Mo.

The words on the hemp paper represent the old man’s life. Chu Mo did not refuse, but carefully put them away.