Creation Color Master

Chu Mo went out early in the morning. Since there was no rice at home, he had to go out to eat and buy some daily necessities.

The streets were already bustling with activity, and the sounds of hawkers calling out from the breakfast shops could be heard.

The vermilion door opened, immediately attracting a lot of attention. At this moment, a peddler ran over and said, "Boss Chu, I have news about the Qingtian carp you asked me to keep an eye on last time."

This Qingtian carp is a good thing. It is Chu Mo’s favorite fish. It needs to be fed with rice and tastes rich in rice aroma. It is a rare delicacy.

Chu Mo was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "Really? Tell me quickly."

The vendor said, "Boss Chu, there is a fisherman who makes a living by raising Qingtian carp along the Cangshui River to the west of the town. But for some reason, the fish in his fishery got sick a few days ago, and now the boss is dealing with them."

Upon hearing this, Chu Mo took out three copper coins from his pocket and put them in the vendor's hand, saying, "Thank you so much, I will trouble you more in the future."

The vendor weighed the money in his hand and said happily, "Okay, Boss Chu, you are busy, I won't bother you anymore."

Arriving in front of a stall, Chu Mo shouted to the back of the stall: "Boss, give me two beef buns and a bowl of porridge." Then he found a seat and sat down.

A man with a mustache stood up and said with a smile, "It's Boss Chu. You haven't been here for a while. What's the matter with you today?"

Chu Mo smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't there no rice? I can only come out to eat."

The stall owner came over curiously and said, "I heard that Old Master Wang went to your theater yesterday and had a conversation with you. Is that true?"

Chu Mo was not surprised by this. After all, there were many people in the theater at that time, so it was normal to see something.

Seeing that Chu Mo didn't say anything, the stall owner continued, "I heard from someone that Old Master Wang might have taken a fancy to you and wants to train you. I wonder if you are going to be successful."

Chu Mo heard this and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I am just a theater owner, a low-class business. The Wang family is a military family, how could they value me? I should have some self-awareness."

Hearing this, the stall owner smiled and said, "It's good that you know. Let me tell you, for ordinary people like us to be associated with the Wang family is a disaster, not a blessing. Now it all depends on our mouths, so you better be more careful."

Chu Mo felt warm at heart when he heard this, after all, what the stall owner said was true.

The two chatted intermittently, and soon Chu Mo finished his meal. He put the copper coins on the seat and said goodbye to the stall owner.

We arrived at the upper reaches of the Cangshui River and saw a boatman squatting on the shore, smoking a pipe.

Chu Mo couldn't help but said, "Boatman, I wonder if there is a fish pond here. Could you please point me the way?"

The boatman stood up and was a little surprised to see Chu Mo. Then he said, "Boss Chu, what do you want to see Old Man Liu about?"

Chu Mo said, "I heard that Mr. Liu has Qingtian carp at home, I want to buy a few."

When Liu Hao heard this, he said, "Yes, there are some, but Boss Chu came at an unfortunate time. My fish farm has been infected with an epidemic, and these fish cannot be eaten."

Chu Mo said, "I didn't buy it for eating. A few wild cats came to my house recently. You know that cats are not allowed in theaters. This is the rule. They keep me awake every night. I bought this fish for them."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Liu looked at Chu Mo and said nothing more.

Chu Mo knew that Old Man Liu had seen through his lie but didn't expose him, which meant there was hope.

Sure enough, Old Man Liu led Chu Mo to a warehouse, and they found a different world inside. There was a pool inside the warehouse. The water was brought in from the Cangshui River and flowed out from the other side. There were only a dozen Qingtian carp in the huge pool.

Suddenly, Chu Mo's ears moved, as if he knew something.

Old man Liu pointed to the water and said, "There are still twelve. This Qingtian carp is the only one left. It's a pity that it's gone now."

Chu Mo was not in a hurry and asked, "Master Liu Yu, I would like to ask if you have offended anyone recently?"

Old Man Liu looked at Chu Mo in shock, and after a long while he finally said one sentence: "Boss Chu, please don't ask about this matter. Don't get implicated for no reason. You should take the fish and leave quickly."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Chu Mo didn't know what to say, so he paid the money and took the twelve Qingtian carp away.

The mission was accomplished, Chu Mo did not stay any longer and returned from the west to the east of the town.

However, on the way back, Chu Mo didn’t know that he had been targeted for a long time. Not long after Chu Mo left, several shifty-looking people appeared on the street, staring at the direction he left.

Then, Chu Mo bought dozens of kilograms of rice, some beef, vegetables, etc., spending about ten taels of silver and had them delivered to his door.

After dealing with a series of miscellaneous affairs, Chu Mo came to a pond in the theater. There was a spring here, which was used for washing in the past. Now that Chu Mo was the only one left, the pond was idle, and the water in it was crystal clear.

With a wave of his hand, an old man appeared at the side.

Name: Yan Yonghe, courtesy name Zili

Weapons: Jisheng Medicine Box, Changqing Pill Gourd

Gongfa: "Pharmacopoeia of Longevity and Salvation"

Faction: Human (Medical)

Potential: Cure all diseases

Cultivation: Peak of One Mirror Summoning Spirit Realm

Introduction: Born in Lushan, Jiangxi Province, he practiced medicine for decades during the Qingyuan to Xianchun years of the Southern Song Dynasty and accumulated extremely rich medical experience. He wrote two books, Jisheng Fang and Jisheng Xufang. Based on his experience, he supplemented Prime Minister Cui's moxibustion method and Ji Taifu's experience in treating sores, ulcers and furuncles. He attached great importance to the internal organs, especially the spleen and kidneys, and paid attention to the academic thought of regulating qi, blood, yin and yang in clinical practice.

Chu Mo said, "Zili, you just said that the Qingtian carp was poisoned. What's going on?"

Yan Yonghe said respectfully, "My lord, if I had not guessed, Old Man Liu might have attracted the attention of some bad guys, and someone wanted to make a fortune by using Qingtian carp."

Chu Mo's eyes widened in surprise, "You mean, those people are coming for Qingtian Li."

Yan Yonghe smiled and nodded, "Yes, now that the fish is in our hands, those people will not give up easily. My lord, you need to be more careful."

A hint of coldness flashed across Chu Mo's eyes, and he said, "If they dare to come, they will never have to leave. By the way, can these fish be saved?"

Yan Yonghe smiled and said, "Don't worry, my lord. It's just a small poison and I can easily cure it." After that, he took off the gourd from his waist and poured a drop of spiritual liquid into it.

"My lord, you can put the fish in now. I can guarantee that the fish will be alive and kicking tomorrow."

Hearing this, Chu Mo laughed and left.

Night falls, and Chu Mo has something very important to do tonight, which is to make a new leather puppet.

Chu Mo said, "Hongyi, inform everyone that this time is different from the past. Anyone who approaches the theater with bad intentions will be killed."

Sensing Chu Mo's murderous intent, a woman in red slowly floated past in the darkness and left the room.

Arrange the tools neatly one by one, and place the necessary spiritual items one by one on the table.

Chu Mo took a deep breath. The skin of the puppet and the ink used for painting are the most important things.

The skin of the puppet is made from the skin of a monster that has absorbed spiritual substances for cultivation. The ink is made from the blood of the monster, plus various spiritual substances in a secret recipe. Once failure occurs, the spiritual item will be destroyed, and then one's one year's efforts will be in vain.

In this way, Chu Mo carefully cut and sewed, and soon a lifelike leather puppet appeared in his hands.

Put the puppet aside, and then prepare the spiritual ink and paint.

The jade plate moved westwards, and it was already late at night. A Taoist priest wearing a yellow Taoist robe and holding a talisman staff appeared in his hand.

A silk thread pulled him into the sea of ​​consciousness, and he saw a figure gradually light up on the Yin-Yang Picture of All Beings. At this moment, Chu Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the production of the puppet is completed.

The great and virtuous general who launched the Yellow Turban Rebellion in the late Eastern Han Dynasty and destroyed the last ray of luck of the Eastern Han Dynasty was born.