The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The Japanese spy said angrily: "If we don't have important matters today, you must make this hateful monk suffer some pain! Get out of here, otherwise I will be rude!"

Is it okay to be cursed and the whole family die?

His first priority was to keep an eye on Hankou Pier and look for traces of Zhao Chuanxin.

It's a pity that Zhao Chuanxin didn't meet him, but he met a damn monk.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head, looking like he was the only one in the world who was stupid, and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, even the poor monk can't save you. Alas, hell is not satisfied, I will never become a Buddha... "

With that said, he walked forward.

The Japanese spy snorted, but felt something was wrong.

Something is wrong, something is very wrong.

The monk was tall and strong, with a big beard, and this skin...

This skin bag was blinded by him in vain, why is hell still dissatisfied? How stupid.

It should be that if hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha, right?

The Japanese spy dismissed it and continued to stare at the port!

Zhao Chuanxin found it funny every time he saw Abao holding back his laughter.

He couldn't help but pinched Abao's mouth: "Look at you, you are like a duck that can't poop."

Abao slapped his hand away and said cautiously: "I'm warning you, in public, don't touch him."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "We will do something secretly when we get back."

"Pooh!"

After leaving the port, the light snow continued.

Benjamin Goldberg was wrapped in a bloated down jacket and pointed at the lightly dressed workers carrying bags of salt in the snowy sky: "Aren't they cold?"

At this time, there was a local man from Hankou next to him. He said quickly and urgently, like a barrage of firecrackers: "These are all workers who work for Hu Geng Hall. It's good if they don't die of exhaustion and starvation. Don't think about having enough food and clothing." warm……"

Hankou people are enthusiastic and like to help others solve their problems, but they speak as if they are about to start a fight.

Zhao Yixian suddenly realized: "It turned out to be the big salt merchant who accumulated wealth and was stingy with rewards, and enriched himself by enriching others."

Abao whispered to Zhao Chuanxin: "I have known this person for a long time, and I wanted to ask him about Sheng Xuanhuai."

A Bao is a salt owl on Tai Lake, and Hu Gentang is a legendary Huai salt merchant in Hankou, so they have some intersection, although not much.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Zhao Yixian, let's find a good place to go. Let's rest for a night."

Who is Zhao Yixian?

He is very cunning and specializes in asking about the luxury and luxury.

There are cards.

Zhao Yixian came back and said: "Master Cheng Kun, there is a hotel opened by the British, but in the concession, from Hanjiang Road to the section with the British Cooperation Road, the British installed a fence to separate the Chinese and Western worlds, and the Chinese were not allowed to enter easily. .”

Zhao Chuanxin's face was as calm as ever, with no trace of happiness or anger.

But Abao said angrily: "Foreigners really go too far in bullying others."

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to speak, Zhao Yixian said again: "But there is a big hotel in the French Concession."

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "You bitch, you really don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. Wouldn't it be nice to stay in an inn?"

Zhao Yixian said plausibly: "Your master and disciple hate bedbugs, lice and fleas. Zhao is thinking about you."

However, when he arrived at the place, Zhao Chuanxin was quite satisfied.

Deming Hotel, opened by the French, has a brick and wood structure with only three floors, a bucket-shaped iron tile roof, round dormer windows, pilasters, and long floor-to-ceiling windows leading to a small garden.

After entering, the receptionist was stunned when he saw this combination.

"Are you a Chinese monk?" the French guy pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and asked in blunt Chinese.

It's not that he has never seen monks before, it's just that he has never seen monks staying in high-end hotels owned by foreigners.

Zhao Chuanxin hated people pointing at him the most, so he slapped the French guy's finger away: "Stop talking nonsense and get the room quickly."

The Frenchman was displeased: "You are too rude."

"You're showing off your face, right? Believe it or not, I'm going to cut you off?"

Abao stood aside and watched coldly.

Nowadays, both common people and officials and gentry have their tail between their legs when meeting foreigners.

This perverted monk was the only one who never showed disdain towards foreigners, that is to say, his apprentice could receive special care. However, his apprentice was now more Chinese than Chinese, full of dirt, and did not regard himself as a foreigner at all.

The French guy was really angry: "You are not welcome here. You are a dirty pig. Even if you put on a monk's robe, you are still a pig. Get out of here."

Zhao Chuanxin turned the Dragon Capturing Ring and spun the wheel.

The Frenchman's body slid on the ground involuntarily and arrived in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed him by the collar and slapped him with both front and back slaps. The Frenchman's face immediately swelled up.

A waiter saw this and wanted to step forward to help.

Benjamin Goldberg coughed dryly and suddenly stretched his legs.

The waiter was not prepared for a child, and the child was a foreigner and considered a local. This time, he was tripped hard and his head banged on the ground. There were bloody marks on his forehead and his head was buzzing.

Benjamin Goldberg hurriedly leaned over to help him: "Oh, you are such an adult, you are really careless when you panic..."

Zhao Yixian and Abao: "..."

Zhao Yixian thought to himself: How does Benjamin get so much salary? Really bad at learning.

Abao Xin said: If it weren't for the different skin colors, we would have thought they were father and son.

Zhao Chuanxin put his arm around the Frenchman's neck, came to the counter, opened the drawer, took out the keys, selected three rooms on the third floor, and threw them to the three of them.

"It's not easy to go out, so we can save money if we can. We have the right to clean rooms like this for the French people for free."

French guy: "..."

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he let go of the Frenchman's neck and punched him with a right hook. The Frenchman rolled his eyes and fell straight down, shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin led people hurriedly upstairs, but the waiter hid far away. When they went upstairs, they dared to see if the receptionist was still breathing. However, the Frenchman came to his senses again and said viciously: "Call the people, I will beat him to death." That pig..."

On the stairs.

Whenever this happens, Po will feel his scalp numb.

They Taihu thieves have a large number of people, but they don't dare to do whatever they want when they are outside.

Abao asked worriedly: "This is foreigners' territory. Will acting like this really not cause trouble?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you come with me. But you'd better do it at noon, because sooner or later something will happen."

Abao: "..."

A Bao's nervousness was relieved by seven points.

This perverted monk always has the ability to make people relax.

On the third floor, juniper bonsais were placed in front of each dormer window on the ground.

Benjamin Goldberg saw it and said, "Master, this bonsai should be a Japanese bonsai, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "My teacher's point of view is that there is no Japanese style in this world."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then it became clear: Domineering!

Aren’t all Japanese traditional things learned from China?

The good times didn't last long. As soon as everyone opened the door, they heard dense footsteps coming from the stairs.

After a moment, a group of French guys with sticks rushed up.

"That's him..." The waiter pointed at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You go back to your room first."

Abao bit his lip and said, "We have already arrived in Hankou, are you still worried that I will escape?"

She shook the key in her hand, which meant that she might as well let me live in a room alone.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed her in, blinked and said, "How can I have the nerve to leave you alone in this cold weather?"

Abao: "..."

The door was closed by Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, the receptionist at the front desk downstairs was also supported up the stairs by two waiters.

His head was still a little dizzy. After seeing Zhao Chuanxin, he was really angry. He pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said: "This is the Chinese monk. He knocked me down. Beat him to death. Beat him to death quickly..."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile, "Would you feel better if I apologized?"

French guy: "..."

Damn, it's really hateful.

He gritted his teeth and waved his fists on the spot, silently signaling for everyone to come forward.

A group of Frenchmen rushed over with clubs.

Zhao Chuanxin turned the Fuhu Ring, and a scale shield appeared on his right hand.

The running Frenchman suddenly lost control of his body and flew forward.

Flying with them were pots of juniper plants on the ground, even broken glass, and sticks in their hands.

The scene was once spectacular and chaotic.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed forward with his shield on his back.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Brutal collision!

Zhao Chuanxin put away his shield, took out a cigarette and lit it. The floor was full of French guys bumping into each other.

"That's good, that's good. You guys, didn't you just live in three rooms without spending any money? Didn't you just beat someone up? But the poor monk has already apologized, what else do you want?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked very angry. He grabbed a French guy's curly hair and banged it on the ground: "Ah? What do you want me to do? Ah? Is it over yet? Ah? Is there any more Wang Fa?"

Speaking of Wangfa, this Deming Hotel was built on Simin Road in the French Concession by a French businessman named St. Paul who used "extra-legal power".

The phrase "administering power outside the law" expresses all humiliation.

If Zhao Chuanxin said that none of the foreigners in the country were innocent at this time, there would definitely be a lot of people who would refute it.

But looking at the concessions in Shanghai, Tianjin, Hankou and other places, I wonder if these people will still clear land for foreigners.

The Frenchman's face was bloody and bloody from the impact.

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin let go, stood up, took a puff of cigarette, and sprayed out two white lines from his nose: "It's really unreasonable. You claim to be a civilized society, but you are not tolerant at all to me, an outsider. You even have white lines." You have to argue with a poor monk about such a trivial matter as eating and drinking for free!"

As he said that, he kicked another French guy in the head out of anger.

Good guy, the French guy was kicked to the ground and twitched. He started biting his tongue. Blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and his eyelids were darting around. It was very scary.

The receptionist was so frightened that he peed: "Don't come here, don't come here..."

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he walked straight towards him: "It's too much. You don't want me to come over? The poor monk is in the rebellious stage and he insists on coming over."

Not only did he pass by, but he also kicked the receptionist all over.

The receptionist screamed "Ouch" after being kicked. Needless to say, at least three or four ribs were broken...

After Zhao Chuanxin finished kicking, his face was not red and he was out of breath. Shi Shiran went back and knocked on the door: "Little widow, open the door. The poor monk has come to sleep with you."

Abao opened the door, his cheeks were hot, and he looked out guiltily. Don't let others listen to this.

Then I saw a group of French guys who were definitely miserable.

Abao was shocked: "..."

Doesn’t it matter whether you heard this or not?

Zhao Chuanxin walked in, put his hand on Abao's shoulder, and closed the door behind him.

Abao was stunned for a moment, but now he realized what he was doing. He looked at the big hand on his shoulder and his eyes widened: "Take your hand away?"

"Oh? Ah, look at my hands. I haven't killed anyone for several days, and I'm actually a little disobedient. It's true."

Zhao Chuanxin moved his hand away and patted the back of his hand: "Remember, you are a monk's hand. You must not let the little widow take advantage."

Abao's nostrils flared and he was so angry.

After being angry for a while, she said worriedly: "I heard that there is a patrol house in the French Concession and there is a French ship in Jiujiang. The foreigners will definitely take revenge. They will definitely come to seek revenge..."

Zhao Chuanxin fell on the bed and stretched out: "Oh, fighting the French on a snowy day is idle. Don't worry about the warships, go to bed quickly."

I’ll post it again in a few days, because on July 8th, I’m going to help a friend run a long distance and take turns driving, so I need to save up updates for those two days. Wait until you come back to explode.

This time it will definitely be this time...