The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The dog was put on the ground and jumped and ran in the snow, dragging the pheasant back with great effort.

He patted the dog's head and said, Good job!

Hanging the pheasant on the saddle, Zhao Chuanxin looked at the bright sky and stretched out.

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

No one else has this kind of marksmanship.

That's not a rifle, that's a pistol.

I'll hit you wherever I point, and I'll ask you if you're afraid?

With this kind of marksmanship, if you want to assassinate someone, then the King of Hell won't be able to do it even if he doesn't want to.

Ha Jinkui, who was not convinced before, was convinced now.

Chengming sighed in admiration: Did you practice your marksmanship from your mother's womb?

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: Hey, I can only say that my marksmanship is average, I can barely do it. What I am best at is actually my knife skills. Hey, with just one poke, there is only a red dot on the person, and then he dies. So, everyone calls me - a little red outside the pass!

As he spoke, he took out a piece of wood from nowhere, took a carving knife, and started carving while swinging it on the horse's back.

In a moment, a rough embryo that looked like Yang Yushu was formed.

He deliberately made his body hunched and looked very vulgar, and even dangled it in front of Yang Yushu.

Yang Yushu was so angry.

Chengming: ...

The ability is indeed there, and the person is indeed crooked. The appraisal is completed!

Not long after, the sun was high in the sky.

Chengming asked everyone to rest on the spot and started to light a fire to cook food.

Zhao Chuanxin dug around in the corner again and pulled out a small pot and a small bucket of oil, and really started frying chicken nuggets.

Gan rice has been hungry for a long time, and he is very greedy next to him.

Sprinkle in the dipping sauce that Zhao Chuanxin blended himself, return it to the pan and fry it, then sprinkle on the sauce.

The fragrance made all the people on the 30th smell happy.

Ha Jinkui walked over with a shy face, and Zhao Chuanxin cautiously put the plate aside: What do you want to do?

Ha Jinkui forced a smile: Well, this pheasant tastes good when fried.

Zhao Chuanxin took a bite for himself, gave the dry rice a bite, and chewed loudly: Well, hiss...it's okay, it's just average, eh...

Ha Jinkui: ...

Even if you feed the dog, you won’t give me any points?

In fact, stewed pheasant meat is a bit spicy and not as delicious as it is said to be. But when eaten fried, the flavor of fried chicken can cover up these shortcomings.

Ha Jinkui was also in love with the dog. This man really didn't give him a piece of chicken, so he and the dog ate it all.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhao Chuanxin searched again and again and didn't know where to put the pot back.

Everyone endured their fatigue and continued on their way.

Cheng Ming had to give this Yang Yushu to Ming Zhengdian.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that if there was a big fanfare, there might be other twists and turns. It might even be possible to get Yang Yushu out of trouble.

But it doesn't matter to him, he is not afraid of Yang Yushu anyway.

But he didn't want to go so far to see the excitement, so when he reached the main road, he said to Chengming: Let's stop here, let's go our separate ways.

Chengming said in surprise: I finally caught Yang Yushu, why don't you follow me and have a look?

Zhao Chuanxin: It's not that difficult?

Chengming: ...

Yang Yushu: ...

Zhao Chuanxin continued: Go back quickly. I advise you to take action quickly. Doesn't this old boy also recognize Bi Quanke, the commander-in-chief of the Tsarist Russian army? Don't bring any more Tsarist Russian soldiers to rob the execution ground. In addition, this old boy has eyes and ears. There are so many people. If you get to know the local gentry, they might join forces to attack you. Having said that, I have to go home to sleep, have a good meal, and take a hot bath. Hey, think about this The days of depravity are really hard to describe in words...

Yang Yushu's thoughts were all taken out by the little red outside the pass, and he suddenly felt bad.

The reason why he was not so desperate at this time was precisely because he knew many gentry and had the card of Biqunke in his hand, which allowed him to mobilize Tsarist Russian soldiers to help.

This is the final trump card.

How can you serve it when you have revealed all your trump cards?

Chengming clasped his fists: Well, goodbye. We will see each other someday.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and waved his hand: If it's beneficial, call me. If not, don't come. Everyone is very busy. How much money does it cost per minute?

Chengming: ...

I saw Zhao Chuanxin riding a horse and riding slowly, and a song came from the song:

Wolf smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north. The dragon flag rolls, the horse neighs, the sword energy is like frost. The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River, who can resist in twenty years. The hatred is crazy, the long sword is directed, how many loyal souls of brothers and feet are buried My bones are in a foreign land. Why would I die a hundred times to serve my family and my country? I can only bear to sigh and be speechless, my eyes filled with blood and tears...

When the red sun rises, its path shines brightly. The snowy plains and forests are covered with vast hazelnuts. The majestic scenery of the Northeast, coupled with the high-spirited song Serve the Country with Loyalty, made the group feel goosebumps.

In these troubled times, our country, our country, and our country need a big heart and courage to turn the tide!

But these silly things in front of us seem not to be worth mentioning.

Even Yang Yushu murmured: What a man, what a pity...

Hearing this, Chengming said disdainfully: What are you pity for? Is it not a pity to go up the mountain with you, be a gangster, and do those bullshit things that harm the world? It's a pity that this man has such magnanimity but doesn't know how to serve the country. ”

…

I want to ask Zhao Chuanxin: What would happen if he didn’t show off?

Answer: If you don’t pretend, you will die!

The snowy scene in front of him suited the situation well, so he sang it once. Even though Chengming and others had disappeared, he couldn't help but sing it again.

The atmospheric songs are paired with the atmospheric scenery, which is very enjoyable.

He picked up the wine bag at his waist and took a sip, which was like a line of fire entering his throat.

He roared loudly, and then added the last sentence: I am willing to defend the land and restore the borders, and the majestic China will have the four directions to congratulate!

Suddenly a voice came: Okay! What a great one that will bring congratulations from all over the world! Except for the Han and Tang Dynasties, no one can shout such exciting words!

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

I originally thought that there was no one around, so it would be fun to yell at my neck, but suddenly someone showed up.

It's not just one person, it's a team of people.

This person was wearing a top hat, a coat, and a tattered jacket. He looked like a member of the insurance team.

There are more than twenty horsemen beside him, with guns and knives, and they look like gangsters.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned and immediately put his hands on his waist.

Seeing that he was on guard, the man hurriedly clasped his fists and said, I'm Zhang Rong, from Liaoxi. The people next to me are all heroes from the Zhongyi Army. After listening to your song, I was entranced for a while. I didn't mean to ambush you on purpose.

Loyalty Army?

Zhang Rong?

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly remembered.

He put down his guard and said with a smile: Oh, I have admired you for a long time. The mountains will remain green and the water will flow forever. Let's say goodbye.

What?

Just say goodbye?

Zhang Rong and the others were stunned.

Can't you see at all my determination to talk to you?

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to leave, Zhang Rong winked at the people around him, and then everyone followed behind.

Zhang Rong hit his horse and walked a few steps quickly: Sir, wait a minute, what song did you just sing? This song is very heroic and makes people's blood rush! This kind of sound of a powerful country needs to be sung widely.

Serve the country with loyalty! Zhao Chuanxin said again: Sing it? Do you want to pay royalties?

Unexpectedly, this Zhang Rong actually understood the meaning of copyright fees: My family is rich, if you sir want copyright fees, you are free to do so.

This made Zhao Chuanxin look at this person again.

Although he suddenly admired these revolutionary martyrs, he did not dare to get involved because he was afraid of death.

Although this person may look polite and polite, he wears glasses like him and is a decent student, but at the same time, he is also a passionate young man.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was silent, Zhang Rong asked again: Where are you going, sir?

Zhao Chuanxin still didn't speak.

In Zhang Rong's view, those who can sing this kind of song must be people with lofty ideals who want to save their motherland from danger and avoid being bullied by foreign powers.

Since he is a person with lofty ideals, he must win over him. This was the purpose of his trip.

Zhang Rong said to himself: Oh, yes, it seems that we are on the same road, so we can go together.