Creation Color Master

Soon, the day for the performance arrived, and Chu Mo led everyone in the theater, carrying all kinds of props and heading towards Zhennan.

Suddenly the people on the street were in an uproar, and some drama fans even followed the team.

As for the Hundred Ghosts, Chu Mo left them at home to guard his base camp.

Inside the Wang family compound, a large stage had already been built, made up of jujube wood tables. Performing on it was a test of the actors' basic skills. After all, the table was more flexible than the stage, and any carelessness would lead to various accidents, which would ruin the reputation of the theater.

Chu Mo said to the actor dressed as a martial artist beside him, "Tell them to show me their true abilities. Whether or not you can make a name for yourself depends on today."

The butler from that day was in charge of the reception. He came to Chu Mo and said, "Boss Chu, our old patriarch asked me to tell you that several important people are coming today. You have to pay attention."

Chu Mo's heart was moved when he heard this, and he clasped his fists and said, "Thank him for his kindness for me. This is the gift I prepared for your master, you can take it in."

After a few words, the housekeeper left in a hurry because he was too busy.

Chu Mo also came to the table next to the stage, which was a place prepared for the actors to drink water and rest.

But now everyone is busy, and Chu Mo is the only one sitting here bored, drinking the tea on the table, but he only took one sip.

Because the bitter taste of tea is not as delicious as the herbal tea made by Hongyi.

Sitting aside bored, the outer area of ​​the palace was already surrounded by people, but most of them were just there to listen to the opera and were not invited by the Wang family, because those who were invited had already entered the inner courtyard of the palace early.

At this time, a man in green clothes walked into the inner courtyard and caught Chu Mo's attention.

This man was quite famous in Yong'an Town. He was called Green-Robed Master Du Tao. He was good at using a long sword and his swordsmanship was extremely elegant. He once reached the peak of spiritual cultivation and killed a cultivator who had just entered the first realm from the Ancient Barbarian Dynasty.

This person's whereabouts are hard to find. The last time he appeared was half a year ago. It is estimated that he has now reached a level of cultivation.

On the stage, the play has begun, and as required, "Farewell My Concubine" officially begins.

Suddenly, a young man rushed out from the inner courtyard. They came to the stage curiously and watched the performance of the actors.

The girl next to her said to the little boy next to her: "Brother, what are they singing? I don't understand a word of it."

The boy pinched the girl's smiling face and said, "If my sister can even understand opera, then she is not like a grandfather, but a little old man."

The girl's eyes widened immediately and she said, "You are so bad, brother. I won't pay attention to you anymore." Then she ran away.

Chu Mo watched this with interest.

At this time, a general walked in from outside with the gait of a tiger. The soldiers immediately rushed towards them, and even the audience were silent.

Chu Mo had never seen this person before, but his cultivation had already reached the first level of the Soul Condensation Realm, so he might be a figure in the military.

While Chu Mo was still guessing, the little boy came over and said, "Who are you? Why don't you go on stage and perform like them?"

Chu Mo turned to look at the boy and said, "I'm the boss, why should I sing opera?"

The boy tilted his head and said, "You are the boss, which means they all listen to you."

Chu Mo nodded and replied, "Of course."

The boy seemed to be incredulous and asked, "Is it true? Then can you give me the theater and let them listen to me?"

"Qian'er, don't be so rude. Hurry up and apologize to Boss Chu. He was specially hired by your grandfather. Be careful if you get beaten when you get home."

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with the aura of a superior, and said to Chu Mo in a very dignified manner: "Boss Chu, my child is young and ignorant, and I apologize to you here. Don't listen to my nonsense.

"Qian'er, why don't you apologize to Boss Chu?"

The boy seemed very afraid of his father and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Chu Mo smiled and said, "It's okay, Patriarch Wang, please don't make it difficult for him. Besides, having someone to talk to me is just a way to relieve my boredom."

Wang Yong said: "Haha, Boss Chu has achieved so much at such a young age. He is really a young and promising man."

Chu Mo said: "Master Wang, you are too polite. I am just the owner of a small theater at home. I would like to thank Old Master Wang for giving me this opportunity."

Wang Yong smiled and said, "Haha, I'm not kidding. With the scale of the theater today, I'm afraid no other theater can compare to it."

After the two exchanged greetings for a while, Wang Yong said goodbye.

At this time, the outer courtyard was also full of people, all of whom were from small families or people of some fame in the town, but they had not yet had the opportunity to enter the inner courtyard.

Seeing this scene, everyone naturally started whispering. The middle-aged man in gray sitting in the front seat was even more jealous.

Soon, as noon approached, the butler walked out from the inner courtyard and shouted, "The birthday banquet begins."

Then, maids came out from one side, carrying plates of delicious food in their hands, and brought the food to the dining table in an orderly manner.

Surprisingly, there was also a plate placed on my table.

You know, according to the rules since ancient times, actors cannot eat before the show is over.

At this time, the housekeeper explained: "Boss Chu, my old master said that although you were born in a theater, you don't perform on stage, so it doesn't count. You can still eat."

After that, he quietly added, "Boss Chu can find a few non-stage actors to eat with you. After all, you are the only one here, so order whatever you want."

After speaking, he left.

When he thought about it, he called a few people to have dinner with him.

Just as they sat down, a voice came from the front: "Everyone, you can eat at the table in the theater now. Some low-class singing and dancing people really take themselves seriously."

Chu Mo was not angry when he heard this. Wouldn't it be revealed if he didn't show it first?

Seeing Chu Mo didn't answer, the man got angry and said, "Hey, kid, don't be so shameless. I'm talking to you."

Chu Mo stood up and said, "Please forgive my poor eyesight. I don't know who you are. It seems that we don't know each other. Old Master Wang saw that we were working hard and sent us some food. But you are not a member of the Wang family. You have no right to speak here. Your words carry more weight than Old Master Wang's."

The man's face immediately turned red, and he said, "Great, Boss Chu has really climbed up the ladder. Now even being a dog feels superior."

Chu Mo heard this and smiled softly, "My theater was invited by Old Master Wang. We received money and made money. This is a one-time deal. But you, you couldn't help but jump out and act like a dog for others after having a meal."

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

On the side, Old Master Wang and a general in armor watched all this. The general next to him said, "This boy has such a character, he is really not simple, but he is a dramatist. If he is a military strategist, his future is limitless. It's a pity."

Old Master Wang smiled and said, "Brother, you can see it too. I'm afraid that in a dozen years, Yong'an Town will have another influential figure."

The middle-aged man shouted, "Boy, how dare you insult me ​​like this? Do you dare to fight me?"

At this time, a young general in green armor stood up in front of the table and said, "Thief, how dare you do this? I will fight you." Then he drew the two swords on his back.

Old Master Wang, who was hiding in the dark, was surprised and said, "Another martial artist. He is also a good candidate for military strategy. What a pity."

The general on the side said, "Brother, are you saying that the young general you mentioned to me before is not him?"

Wang Hong nodded and pointed to the silver-armored general standing on Chu Mo's left, saying, "That's the one I was talking about last time."

While the two were talking, the two men in the front yard had already started fighting. The young general in green armor wielded his two swords lightly and swiftly, and each sword went straight to the vital points. The middle-aged man, however, was holding a hammer, and although he attacked vigorously, he was always avoided by the young general in green armor. After only a dozen rounds, the middle-aged man was kicked to the ground.