The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin saw through his thoughts and curled his lips and said, "You are almost sixty, what kind of magic do you still want to learn?"

Zhao Yixian: "Zhao Shenxian, I am thirty-seven this year."

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

Zhao Yixian looked at Benjamin Goldberg: "What does it say?"

Benjamin Goldberg said: "If you are mature in middle age, you will be a late bloomer."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

I’ve heard of young adults becoming mature, but I’ve never heard of middle-aged adults.

Can even a dog bury me?

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Are you afraid of death?"

"Afraid!" Zhao Yixian responded loudly.

"How can you scream so confidently even if you're afraid of death?"

Zhao Yixian smiled obscenely: "You must cultivate immortality only if you are afraid of death."

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Master Dao, I'm going to do the business of licking blood with the tip of a knife."

"As long as you survive the catastrophe..." Zhao Yixian looked solemnly: "Then you really won't die."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

When Huang Juzhong heard this, he couldn't help but feel moved.

This experience of the ghost father's ghost left him with lingering fears.

He asked: "Master Dao, how long will you live?"

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his hands and looked at the sky forty-five degrees: "Master Tao, I was born during the Kaiyuan period."

But I thought in my heart: The sunset travels thousands of miles, but the morning glow does not go out. I thought it would rain today.

Huang Juzhong licked his fingers: "I am a god in the era of Emperor Xuanzong and Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty. Haven't I lived for more than 1,160 years?"

He hurriedly bent down and bowed deeply: "Master Dao, I would like to ask you to teach me how to practice magic..."

Immortality, even Qin Shihuang wanted it.

Zhao Chuanxin, however, said in a stern tone: "First do good deeds for your Huang family for ten years before you say anything else!"

Huang Juzhong's eyes showed determination: "It's settled, where will Huang go to find Daogong in ten years?"

Zhao Chuanxin said perfunctorily: "Today, ten years later, if you fulfill your promise at this time, the Taoist Master will appear, no matter when and where."

At this time, no one present could have imagined that Huang Juzhong would actually meet Zhao Chuanxin again ten years later.

Zhao Yixian took advantage of the opportunity and asked quickly with a pleading look on his face: "Zhao Shenxian, then I..."

He was not afraid of death, so what else could Zhao Chuanxin say: "Come with me."

Zhao Yixian fulfilled his duties and said to Huang Juzhong before leaving: "Mr. Huang, please ask someone else to take care of you. Zhao has gone to seek immortality."

In Huang Juzhong's envious eyes, Zhao Chuanxin, three people and one dog Shi Shiran left.

Huang Juzhong was in a daze for a while, then hurriedly turned around and said to his family: "Send people quickly to spread the news about what happened last night. We must make it known to all the gentry in Qinzhou."

The concierge said awkwardly: "Master, the news spread last night."

"..." Huang Juzhong patted his head: "Is there any bridge that needs to be repaired recently? Is there any road that needs to be repaired? Are there any victims who need to be given soup?"

The concierge scratched his head.

There has never been a good person in the three generations of the Huang family.

How come Huang Juzhong has changed his gender in this generation?

Huang Juzhong murmured to himself: "It is true that virtue is only regretted when it is used, and it is only when good deeds are accumulated that you realize the difficulties. From today on, our Huang family is a house of accumulated good deeds. No one is allowed to do anything immoral, otherwise they will be kicked out of the door!"

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Huang also wants to live forever..."

concierge:"……"

This is a case of taking the wrong medicine.

…

After leaving the Huang family mansion, Zhao Chuanxin had to rely on No. 11 to walk.

The water of Qinjiang River is said to be suitable for wine making.

The scenery on both sides of the river is excellent, with the water extending in all directions and spreading into the dense forests on both sides, covered with red and green, and swaying with lush greenery.

In the banana forest of Liyuan, there are European egrets spreading their wings. The rising sun is brilliant, and the river is like a colorful dress.

The water color is ink, the waves are covered with golden light, and the waves contain the flying boat.

Both the master and the apprentice, plus Gan Fan, found it very enjoyable to watch.

He has traveled all over the world, and now he is no longer an ordinary dog, he is very knowledgeable.

Ganfan shouted toward the river: "Woof woof woof..."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "This bird is called a Deer-cloaked Crane. Raising it is useless except for its beauty. We might as well raise some crows or something."

"Woof woof woof..."

"You also know how to drive a crane to the west. They say that immortals are accompanied by cranes. In fact, this bird is also very stupid. When we have the opportunity, we will go to Africa to catch gray parrots and raise them for you."

Zhao Yixian was dubious when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "This dog can also raise birds?"

"Woof woof woof..."

"what did he say?"

Translated by Benjamin Goldberg: "Ganfan said it has a name. Don't worry about this dog or that dog. You are really uneducated than a dog."

"I'll blanch..." Zhao Yixian jumped angrily.

This dog is really choking.

But after all, he didn't dare to see it like a rice cook. After all, this was an extraordinary dog. A dog under Zhao Shenxian's throne might be a top-grade dog.

Benjamin Goldberg stood on the side of Zhao Chuanxin and asked in a low voice: "Master, how on earth did you manage to play three roles by one person in the Huang family mansion?"

The bull's head, the horse's face and the old lady Huang are not triangles.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his watch. There was still time, so he said to his apprentice in a leisurely manner: "Those who have bad deeds have no excuses, but those who are upright and upright like me are full of mouths. Listen..."

There is a group of mynas on the tree nearby, pulling their necks and making monotonous calls, occasionally tactful, but quite clear.

The palm of Zhao Chuanxin's left hand suddenly made a similar sound, but the tune was crisper and more varied, combining the sounds of some of the most beautiful birds in the tree.

The sound was so loud that it was hard not to attract the birds' attention.

Benjamin Goldberg looked at Zhao Chuanxin with his mouth tightly closed and his Adam's apple not moving. But the sound clearly came from him.

Not long after, a myna was attracted by the sound, flew down from the tree, circled around Zhao Chuanxin's head and flew back to the branch.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to make the sound of birdsong and stretched out his left hand.

I don't know what kind of magic power this song has. In a moment, two mynas were attracted, circled twice, and landed on Zhao Chuanxin's palm.

Benjamin Goldberg felt that unexpected situations often occurred when traveling with Master.

Zhao Yixian's thinking is very simple now. He praised: "It must be that he was attracted by Zhao Shenxian's fairy spirit. Even the birds want to get close to him."

Anyway, as long as you learn the immortal method, one method can be used to master all methods, and you can be sure that you are right with consistency.

Benjamin Goldberg looked at him like a staff.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his wrist, and Brother Myna flew up.

While talking, we arrived at the ferry.

The boatman is looking at the sky.

Zhao Yixian shouted: "Boatman, I'm waiting for three people to cross the river."

The boatman nodded: "You guys, hurry up and cross the river, it's going to rain."

Zhao Yixian was confused: "It doesn't look like it."

The boatman called them on board, held up his pole and said, "It can't be wrong."

Zhao Yixian curled his lips, meaning: We each reserve our opinions.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a group of not very big but very beautiful fish swimming on the river.

This is horsemouth.

He stood beside the boat, leaned over and raised his hands, when several horsemouth fish that were swimming suddenly swarmed toward the boat involuntarily.

Naturally, they tried their best to break away, but no matter how they shook their heads and tails, it was of no avail.

When he reached the side of the boat, Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward and picked them all up, one with each hand.

The boatman was shocked: "Master Dao has cast a spell."

Zhao Chuanxin threaded a hemp rope through the fish's gills and handed it to Zhao Yixian: "Take it and eat it for lunch."

And he himself controlled the greetings of Lord Runzhi, took a ball of water, wrapped his hands, and kept scrubbing away the mucus and fishy smell.

The boatman's eyes widened and he forgot to punt, causing the boat to slide several meters downstream.

Zhao Yixian had a sense of superiority that he was the first to get the moon near the water, and he was the first to know beforehand. He reminded the boatman: "Don't just stare at it. Hurry up and punt. The boat will float into the sea later. Let's see how you can hold it back."

When they reached the other side, before Zhao Chuanxin had gone far, the boatman suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Chuanxin's back: "God bless me, please bless my mother-in-law to give birth to a baby boy."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "You man, you'd better pray to the goddess to protect you, and pray to the male gods not to be named Wang!"

The boatman stood up and scratched his head, not knowing why.

Zhao Chuanxin and the others went straight north to Jianshan.

Along the way, the number of people gradually increased until we arrived at the market.

Zhao Yixian pointed to the downtown area and said: "It is said that the execution will be carried out here."

Zhao Chuanxin took a quick look and found that Huang Futing had obviously chosen the location carefully.

To the northwest are large rice fields, to the east is the main road, next to the main road is the Qinjiang River, and only to the south is the residential area for the common people.

As long as you stick to the south, you can have a clear view of the rest of the direction.

Qing troops had already begun to set up defenses nearby, and people who came to see the excitement after hearing the news also began to gather.

The boatman was right. Dark clouds were surging in the sky, and there were obvious signs of rain.

But rain can't dampen people's enthusiasm for watching the fun.

At the same time, a group of scrawny wild dogs came to join in the fun.

Only this time, they didn't dare to be arrogant and hid in the corner with their tails between their legs, not knowing what they were waiting for.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around, trying to see some anger in the people's eyes.

But what he saw were either pairs of empty eyes under dark clouds, or people laughing and pointing at the Qing troops who were also lazy and laughing.

Huh?

Didn't the newspapers say that the people here are impassioned and many are secretly sponsoring the rebels?

Why did Zhao Chuanxian see different scenes?

The number of Qing troops gradually increased.

However, they didn't set up a tight defense. They formed a group of several people and formed a scattered dragon gate formation. I don't know what they were talking about.

Most of the lower-ranking officers were skinny and skinny. They pressed their hands on the handles of their swords and tried their best to look mighty, but they looked ridiculous.

Gradually, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't laugh anymore.

When the thunder rolled, the rightful owner finally arrived.

A large group of Qing troops escorted the common people with messy hair, rags, and dirty smells from afar. They were tied up in a string with ropes and rushed over.

There were no executioners, only Qing troops carrying quick guns.

This is because the executioner's "appearance fee" is too high. He has to get at least 1 to 4 yuan for one appearance. Perhaps the family members of the beheaded people also pay tribute, so that the prisoner can die happily and not suffer. This is gray income.

There are too many people to kill today, and there are not enough executioners.

If it’s calculated by piece, then it’s the old nose’s money.

It's better to just use ammunition directly.

The people finally had some reaction.

But instead of shouting something like "The Qing Dynasty is going to fall" or "The dog official will die a good death", they are simply excited to watch the excitement.

A scholar approached Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Do people from outside the country also like to see beheadings?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Get out."

"How do you, a Taoist priest, curse people?"

"If you don't get out of here and just scold me, I will kill you." Zhao Chuanxin's eyes flashed fiercely.

The scholar was horrified. The Taoist priest's gaze was too fierce, and he ran away in despair.

Zhao Chuanxin began to take off his Taoist robes in front of everyone.

The shoes and trousers are all ready-made, but I just put on a coat.

He said to Zhao Yixian: "Stay away."

Zhao Yixian wanted to say something harsh, but when he saw the Qing troops armed with live ammunition, he had to swallow his saliva, carry a hanging fish, and blend into the crowd.

Benjamin Goldberg didn't care and stayed on the scene.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around, trying to find a familiar figure, but unfortunately he didn't know where Shuangxi and Wang Long were hiding.

To be honest, he didn't want to get involved.

Everything you do will pay a price, and rebellion is no exception. More people will die on the battlefield.

He came here mainly to save Shuangxi and Wang Long today, for fear that these two people would do something stupid.

But when he arrived at the scene, an unknown fire of karma arose in his heart.

The common people did not have the grief to be hurt by anything, and Zhao Chuanxin did not see Sun Gongwu sending people to save these desperate and dying people.

He also sees no sign of "people awakening."

Even the fucking Qing army itself behaved very perfunctory. They all looked like second-rate men. How could they look like soldiers?

The prisoners have been lined up over there, and the Qing soldiers armed with guns for execution began to load ammunition and pull bolts.

Zhao Chuanxin stood out from the crowd, and a Qing soldier who was maintaining order finally felt refreshed and knew how to step forward to stop him.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his neck and gave him a headbutt.

boom!

The Qing army rolled his eyes and fell down.

The rest of the Qing troops who were maintaining order shouted and surrounded them. Zhao Chuanxin showed a ferocious smile and told you to be perfunctory and numb. The Mare Desert will wake you up today.

At this time, dense raindrops also began to fall...