The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

However, Zhao Chuanxin's words "Just wait until dark" made Li Feihu fall into infinite reverie.

In the dark, smelly cell, it seemed as if a free and fresh wind had penetrated, and a ray of clear starlight had penetrated.

The wind is very light, the light is very light, hard to grasp, and it makes people feel unbearable.

But no matter how Li Feihu asked, Zhao Chuanxin would not answer.

He was just a rough guy with some knowledge, so he had to pace back and forth in the cell to suppress the grass growing in his heart.

And Zhao Chuanxin has already fallen into the world of the "Old God Code".

[The war has been protracted, and today, several months later, it is finally coming to an end. 】

During this period of time, Zhao Chuanxin lived a very regular life and read the "Old God Codex" every day.

But the role "I" should play in the massive Shadow Forest War seems to have been played out, and the remaining parts are just leftovers of the war, and they are useless.

[The balance of victory gradually tilts towards the forest elves, beetles, bears, birdmen, druids and city-states. 】

[Today, I am patrolling the northern border with the souls, brothers and sisters, and elf scouts. 】

[The dead spirit said to me: My power is spreading, and we must embark on a journey to find the old sacred altar as soon as possible. 】

The war is not over yet, Zhao Chuanxin cannot let "me" leave at this time.

After all, the Old God's Crucible Brand has not been obtained yet.

He wrote:

[I said: The war is about to be won, let’s wait. 】

[At this moment, the earth suddenly shook and the mountains shook, and the sun in the sky was covered with a hazy blood color, dyeing the entire sky red. 】

[Sangling’s voice trembles: I felt a powerful and familiar force in the direction of the ancient road, and it seemed to be awakening. 】

The ancient road?

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that "I" had been to this place.

Benjamin Goldberg's enchanted lamp was taken from the Night Watchman on the Hell Path where the Ancient Path meets.

[The elf scout said: Let’s go back and ask the clan leader quickly. With his wisdom, he may be able to answer our questions. 】

[When we returned to the forest elves, the leader of the beetle tribe, the druid tribe, the bear tribe leader, the bird tribe leader, and the city-state generals had gathered together. 】

[Because of my contribution to the war, the leader of the Beetle tribe said to me: Fearless Pioneer, you are already qualified to participate in the meeting of the six tribes. Let’s listen together. 】

[The leader of the forest elves said: I read in the history book of the forest elves - when the sky turns bloody and the sun turns red, it is a sign that a new god is about to awaken. This may be the last struggle of the remaining creatures.

The history of the Old Gods is so ancient that humans' memories of them are vague.

This is not the case with the New Gods. The history of the New Gods runs through the rise of civilizations of various ethnic groups, which can be unpredictable, whether it is hope or disaster.

We must be prepared for the worst. If the new god is awakened, it will bring a huge disaster to Middle-earth. All races must work together to resist this disaster. 】

[Today’s meeting of the six ethnic groups is an oath of life and death. 】

[It is related to the survival of various tribes. Everyone has made an alliance with blood. I also put a bloody handprint on the contract. 】

[After the meeting, the leader of the forest elves told me: The fearless vanguard, the snake people, the bee people, and the ant people bypassed the northern border and migrated towards the blood wasteland in the west. The tree people retreated to the depths of the Shadow Forest and survived under the Ancestral Spirit Peak. The old war is over. According to the agreement, I will reward you with the Old God Crucible Brand! 】

Zhao Chuanxin felt his left arm was itchy. He rolled up his sleeves and saw two more diamond-shaped marks connected together with a vertical stripe in the middle on his forearm.

It's not a tattoo or a scar, it looks like a birthmark, but it's regular.

The method of use is implanted in your mind.

He opened his palms, and the old sacred fire energy was poured into the crucible, and the flames "soared" in his palms.

The flames started quickly and disappeared even faster. They appeared for a short time, and the prisoners seemed to be dazzled.

[Sangling said to me: Now that the war is over, it’s time for us to set off. 】

[I asked the mourning soul: Where are we going? 】

[The dead soul answers: We are going to cross the ocean and go to the cursed desert in the far east. It is said that the desert emperor has a treasure that allows him to put himself to death and survive. If I guessed correctly, it should be the old sacred altar. 】

[The elf scout interjected: Fearless Vanguard, take me and leave together. I want to hone myself in the adventure journey. After the new gods awaken, the world of Middle-earth will usher in great changes. I want to be ready to fight the gods! 】

[My brother, sister, and the elf scouts and I embarked on the journey to the port together. 】

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex" and looked at his watch. The sun had almost set.

At this time, the jailer brought a few hard pieces of steamed buns, which were rugged and shriveled as if they were loess blown by the wind.

Because the cell was pitch dark, the jailer did not notice that anyone had died inside, and the foul smell covered up the blood, and the survivors did not dare to warn the police.

When the jailer left, someone timidly said: "Taoist Master, the weather is hot, and the dead will stink."

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the bun inside: "It doesn't matter, I will leave as soon as it doesn't stink."

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was not interested, the others rushed to grab the hard buns.

Li Feihu had something on his mind and couldn't eat.

He asked from time to time, but Zhao Chuanxin never answered.

At this moment, he changed the subject and asked in a low voice: "Taoist Priest, those scholars all talk about establishing a constitution. What are the benefits of establishing a constitution?"

He thought that Zhao Chuanxin would remain silent, but to Li Feihu's surprise, Zhao Chuanxin finally spoke.

He said, "Have you ever seen a play?"

Li Feihu seemed to see a bright moth and responded quickly: "I've seen it before. Every time there is a smoke festival, troupes gather and often set up a stage to sing in Liangzhou."

Since the 1960s, the Qing government began to collect flower taxes in Liangzhou.

The so-called flower tax is the opium tax.

And Liangzhou was the concentration of opium on the West Road.

It's not that Zhao Chuanxin has never seen large opium fields before, but the tax collected by the Qing government from the people was three times that of other places.

Zhao Chuanxin could have burned it with a fire, but that would have cut off the livelihood of the farmers in Liangzhou.

Farmers are not willing to plant, they have to plant.

This seems to be an endless loop.

Zhao Chuanxin was itching to see this, so he encouraged Wang to change his name and rebel.

Ultimately, this matter needs to be solved from the root.

After listening to Li Feihu's words, Zhao Chuanxin said: "When people watch operas, they generally like to see two things - one is the traitorous ministers harming the loyal and the good, and the other is the talented men loving the girls."

Li Feihu next to him clapped his hands: "Go ahead."

Isn’t that what it is?

Zhao Chuanxin said: "But the emperor generally only cares about two things - preventing the people from rebelling and collecting money from the people."

Li Feihu gritted his teeth: "That's right!"

Zhao Chuanxin is good at tempting: "You will not understand if you talk too much. But in history, the cycle of chaos and chaos has come and gone in four steps - land annexation, natural disasters to reduce production, barbarian invasion, and corruption of privileges.

There are two ghosts always hovering over the exclusive rule of imperial power - one is Dong Zhongshu's divine power of imperial power, and the other is Shang Yang's sharp hole.

In this way, there would be no vertical or horizontal decentralization of power, and without the constraints of the cage, the emperor and the emperor could do whatever they wanted.

Establishing a constitution means closing a cage on the emperors. "

What Zhao Chuanxin said was very simple, but it was on point. Even a rough guy like Li Feihu could listen to it with gusto and understand everything.

There were bursts of exclamations from the cells over there: "Brilliant!"

"The Taoist Master is indeed a righteous man!"

"Come on, I can understand this. It's much better than those poor people!"

Li Feihu and others were amazed for a long time, and then he thought of another question: "Taoist Master, can the establishment of a constitution solve the plight of the people in Liangzhou? Can we reduce the tax burden? Can we stop growing opium?"

The people of Liangzhou are suffering too much. They impose excessive taxes and have been experiencing severe drought for two years. Now they are eating people.

Whether physically or mentally, they need a sustenance.

Even if it is illusory.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him back: "You are locked in a cage now. I ask you, are you willing?"

"Ah this..."

That makes sense.

Their positions are different. They think that the establishment of a constitution can solve all problems, but they do not ask the people in cages how they feel.

"Taoist Priest, how should we solve it?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "There is such a tiger that doesn't want to be locked in a cage and wants to go around eating people. How do you think we can break it?"

Li Feihu blurted out: "Kill the tiger!"

Zhao Chuanxin was very satisfied.

Just being a gangster doesn't do much.

But it would be nice if the gangsters could have some culture.

He smiled and continued: "Li Feihu, can you remember what I said?"

"Yes, every word of what the Taoist Master said is precious. Li will remember it for the rest of his life."

Just remember it, and if you remember it, it will spread.

At least let those mud-legged people who dare to stand up and face the dripping blood know why they are fighting when they are about to starve to death.

Zhao Chuanxin told them some very simple principles that were easy to remember.

He looked at his watch again: "Okay, it's time, Pindao will take you out..."