The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"Mr. Zhao, the food and wine are ready. Please take a seat." Zimmer's signature wooden polder extended his hand in a respectful tone.

Zhao Chuanxin was not polite and sat down with a golden sword.

Zimmer looked at Mupil secretly.

Seeing that this person is indeed as powerful as the rumors, but what does not match such a serious title as "God of War" is Zhao Chuanxin's expression. How is the playful smile appropriate?

But Zimmer's special Mupil didn't dare to speak out, he only dared to slander.

Looking more closely, the armor was still stained with blood. I heard that he killed the Japanese in Changchun Mansion until the sky was dark. The original reason was just because a Japanese cursed him while getting a haircut.

Dozens of people will die just by swearing. The price is too high. The Japanese are really unlucky to meet him. I, the King of Qi, cannot make the same mistake again!

This news came from a telegram sent to him by Cao Kun.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and before putting down his chopsticks, he raised his head and asked, "Old Qi, is it not poisoned?"

Zimmer's characteristic Mu Pile sneered: "I don't dare, I don't dare, where did Mr. Zhao want to go?"

Looking at this guy's life, he actually doesn't have much courage.

Zhao Chuanxin is very good at observing words and expressions, especially because he has good eyesight and can clearly see the changes in people's pupils.

Seeing Zimmer's reaction, Zhao Chuanxin knew that the food was fine, so he started to enjoy it.

There is everything you need on land and water in the palace.

The belly of the big fat head fish is very fat, smooth, tender and fragrant. Zhao Chuanxin specially picked this place to pinch it, and did not touch the tail at all.

The venison is average, but there are also bear paws, which is an unexpected surprise...

Every time Zimmer's specialty Mu Pile wanted to speak, Zhao Chuanxian's chopsticks flew past him, his chopsticks moving like flying, and his mouth kept opening.

Several times, he swallowed what he was about to say, and could only watch Zhao Chuanxin eat it.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be half-full, and his speed slowed down. Then Zimmer Mupil spoke: "Mr. Zhao, look, I have driven away all the Japanese inside and outside the house..."

After hearing the letter, he expelled all the Japanese without saying a word, without caring whether the Japanese were happy or not.

He is actually in his thirties, he is pampered, his skin is in good condition, and he looks younger.

When he spoke, he was as cautious as if Zhao Chuanxin was an elder he couldn't afford to offend.

Zhao Chuanxin said "Huh" and said nothing.

Zimmer's scalp felt numb and he continued: "I had the honor to meet Mr. Zhao today. He is indeed a hero in this world and stands out from the crowd..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally interrupted him: "Why don't I leave the chickens? Why do I have to stand among the chickens..."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin continued to eat.

After a while, the atmosphere became really awkward.

Lao Zhao has always been like this, damn, as long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

But Zimmer's special Mupil was different. He couldn't stand it, so he thought carefully and said, "Mr. Zhao, my house has prepared some expenses for you..."

"Blank it!" Zhao Chuanxin was furious and smashed his chopsticks on the table, scaring Zimmer's head. I just heard Zhao Chuanxin say: "I'm just fucking here to get you a meal and a few taels of silver?"

"Ah this..." Zimmer's face turned red and then turned white, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin was about to have an attack: "I, I, I didn't mean that..."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin calmed down and said, "Um, how much money can I give?"

"..."

Zimmer Features Mupiler feels pain in the back...

"Here, how much does Mr. Zhao want?" He had originally decided on the number, but it could be seen that Zhao Chuanxin was moody and unsure.

Zhao Chuanxin put down his chopsticks and sipped tea to rinse his mouth. The servant taking care of the bureau next to him had just brought the spittoon, but Zhao Chuanxin spat on the ground.

The servant's face twitched.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Old Qi, I won't take the money. By the way, is this plate of venison stewed in one pot?"

"Ah, this...yes, it's a pot." Zimmer Mupil was completely confused. He couldn't figure out the context of Zhao Chuanxin. He just felt that this person was very difficult to deal with.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, I don't need the money, but I just want to tell you that meat can only rot in one pot. If it goes to the Tsarist Russia or the Japanese pot, then I, Zhao Chuanxin, will have to come. I’ve talked to you about it.”

Like most others, Zimmerzimupil also believes that the Qing court is slowly getting better, at least there is hope, and the dynasty is still far from being destroyed.

At this time, he had no intention of splitting the territory. He was very loyal to the Qing Dynasty.

So he didn't understand.

"Mr. Zhao is overly worried about this. In fact, even hiring Japanese teachers is for self-improvement and strengthening the country..."

"I agree." Zhao Chuanxin knew that he was thinking wrongly: "But there are many great powers, all of which are sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, but you have chosen Japan as a coquettish one. For details, please refer to what Japanese teachers have done in Ah Wang's territory."

The Japanese's operation is really cool.

They have been able to lay the groundwork for decades, and you have to admit that they have good intentions. In other countries, they only know how to rush for quick success and get the benefits first.

The Japanese are always thinking about playing a big game and gambling on a big game.

Moreover, they have repeatedly stolen the culture of the Central Plains, understand the culture of the Central Plains, and know where to start, instead of always preaching like the West.

Chinese people believe in moderation and must worship at every temple. No matter what kind of deity they are, if they can bless me with promotion and wealth, then they are good deities.

Even those who emphasize that they have no faith must warn themselves that it is okay not to believe, but they must not offend and blaspheme... In fact, the essence of this so-called lack of faith is no different from worshiping in every temple.

But this is Chinese people.

So the Western tricks were not very successful.

Zimmer's characteristic Mupil was thoughtful: "Mr. Zhao, please rest assured that I will not do anything detrimental to the court, at least not like Wutai..."

At this time, Utai's use of his land and materials to lend money to Tsarist Russia had already happened and caused a stir.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin thought that King Qi was really not very smart. He gnashed his teeth and said, "The imperial court? You are not good for the imperial court. It is none of my business? Are you afraid that you have misunderstood something?"

"..."

With different stances and different perspectives on issues, Zimmer's characteristic Mupil was led astray by Zhao Chuanxin.

He patted his head and thought of all the fucked up things Zhao Chuanxin did.

Having said that, the Forbidden City could withstand Zhao Chuanxin's artillery bombardment, but his palace could not.

As for how Zhao Chuanxin got the cannon to the towering city wall, it is still an unsolved mystery.

Zimmer's special Mupil smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Zhao is right, he is right. Then, please make it clear to Mr. Zhao."

But Zhao Chuanxin couldn't say that much to him. He just emphasized: "You just remember what I said today, the meat will rot in a pot. If one day you want to crack the soil, then you are my enemy. "

When Zimmer heard this, he patted his chest and said, "Mr. Zhao, please rest assured, this is absolutely impossible!"

Because he was loyal to the Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out his cigarette and lit it.

Zimmer did not expect that a few years later, he would actually face such a choice. But by then things were getting to a fever pitch, and he completely forgot about today's warning.

Zhao Chuanxin had enough to eat and drink, and after a few casual remarks, he was taken by his servants to arrange accommodation.

As soon as he left, Bai Jinda from the residence came to discuss the matter: "Your Majesty, what do Zhao Chuanxin say?"

Zimmer's characteristic Mupil recounted the conversation just now.

The butler looked at the wine glass specifically, but the wine he poured was not touched at all.

He stroked his beard and said: "Your Majesty, tell the truth, are you planning..."

Zimmer's characteristic Mu Pile slammed the table angrily, his face turned green: "Fuck you, I am loyal to the imperial court, and I can learn from it every day!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down, it was my fault!" The chief steward hurriedly added: "If that's not the case, then there must be something wrong with Russia or Japan. We are in a place of right and wrong, and we must act carefully. After all, there is Wutai. Lessons from the past…”

They just felt that what Zhao Chuanxin said was in response to the current situation.

None of them expected that Zhao Chuanxin was talking about many years after the fall of the Qing Dynasty.

The two of them worked together for a long time, but they couldn't come up with a solution.

Finally the chief steward asked: "Then give him the money?"

"He said he didn't want it anymore, so why should he give it to me?"

Save whatever you can, and the landlords have no surplus food.

It's just that he didn't make the calculation clearly. If he bleeds heavily today, he may not suffer in the future...

…

The most distinctive feature of Zhao Chuanxin's residence is the bed.

This is the first Qiangong bed that Zhao Chuanxin has slept on.

To be precise, it should be called - Qiangong Mandiao Babu Bed.

There is a Bisha cupboard and steps in front. It is huge and complex in structure. It is like a canopy bed installed on a wooden platform. The front edge of the platform extends two or three feet beyond the edge of the bed. The four corner columns are lined with wooden fences, and there are also wooden fences on both sides. The window formed a corridor in front of the bed. There were small stools and tables on both sides of the footrest, and lamps were placed on the small tables.

Because it was painted with wood lacquer, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't tell what kind of wood it was made of.

But with its complicated design and complex structure, it looks like a small room inside a room.

I don't know how many years it would take a craftsman to build such a bed. Even if Zhao Chuanxin did it himself, he probably wouldn't have the patience.

Outdoor campers and fishermen would be ecstatic if they could move to the wild...

It is said that this kind of bed is an absolute luxury, especially in the homes of corrupt officials.

When Zhao Chuanxin moved in, he felt a little depressed, so he just had to sleep.

Even though King Qi seemed to be a coward, Zhao Chuanxin did not take off his armor, lay down with his clothes on, and took out the "Old God Code" so that he could start a group at any time.

Before "I" was at the craftsman's house, something strange happened and I shot the sea wolf.

I learned that the big rat with long legs is called Ling Jie.

During the day, he went to Chongbao Tavern again. Zhao Chuanxin relied on the intelligent gyroscope and his own analysis to win the game.

The craftsman gave him a cloak, and the captain invited him to attend the Red Island church service.

[The next morning, nothing strange happened. 】

[The craftsman woke up early. He was dressed very formally today, holding half of the mortal liquid he got from me, with a happy smile on his face. 】

[He said to me: I know you are also going to the church to attend the service, and we will go together. 】

[So we set off from the craftsman’s house together and headed to the church. 】

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly remembered something and wrote:

[I asked the craftsman: Is there a way to make the fire armor's cloak so that it doesn't turn somersaults when gliding? 】

Somersaulting is sometimes a good thing, as it acts as a boost, such as when doing a downward chop with the Gray Slicer.

However, in a single combat, Zhao Chuanxin did not think that any human being could withstand his full blow without such help.

[On the way, the craftsman thought seriously and said: If there is a way, you can take off the cloak. 】

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

If I take off my cloak, why the hell do I need to ask you?

The cloak is also a layer of defense, and it can make him more stable when stepping on the Misty Traveler. It definitely cannot be taken off.

He wrote:

[I asked: Is there any other way? 】

[The craftsman said: I heard that you are going to the Cursed Desert of the East. When you get to the desert city-state, you can look for a shop called the Rune Shop, where you can use your lifespan to buy insect silk scarves. The insect silk scarf attached to the cloak can effectively control the cloak. However, don’t blame me for not reminding you that insect silk scarves are valuable treasures, and the entire life span of an ordinary person can only buy one that is not much larger than a palm. 】

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly realized.

He once had a worm silk scarf, but it was chopped up in the underground desert.

He vaguely remembered that the insect silk scarf came from the far east and was originally produced in the cursed desert city-state.

[We come to the church. 】

[I was shocked to find that the dome of the church was full of human bones, large and small, densely packed. The hollow and dark eye sockets of the skulls were all facing downwards, as if they were watching everything in the church. 】

[The craftsman explained: After the residents of Hongdao died, they were buried in the sky and left in the wild until the flesh and blood were eaten away, and the remaining bones became part of the church. But in recent years, the church has stopped expanding, and the bones of the deceased will build a high wall in the backyard of the church. 】

[I carefully observed the bones on the wall and found that there were tiny tooth marks on them, which made me imagine the scene of countless spiritual tribulations gnawing around the corpse in the wild, which made people shudder. 】

Zhao Chuanxin cursed: "Pervert!"

[There are many people in the church, crowded and bustling. 】

[I was at the front and saw the huntress. 】

[At this time, a group of children sang hymns in a language I couldn't understand. 】

[The craftsman is explaining again: This is an ancient hymn from Hongdao. These children who sing are all carefully selected lucky ones. 】

[When the poem sounded, the noisy scene became quiet. 】

[The captain in the crowd found me and said hello to me, and I nodded to him. 】

[When the hymn was finished, a woman wearing a black cloak and whose face could not be seen came out. 】

[The captain approached and said to me: This is the highest female monk of the Red Island Church, and the huntress is her adopted daughter. Of course, the huntress is the fiancée of this craftsman friend. 】

[The craftsman's eyes have been lingering on the female hunter, never leaving for a moment. 】

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart: What kind of vision? No matter how good-looking he is, he still has a snake-like heart. If he doesn't say "It's time for you to take medicine" in the future, I will be sorry for your deep love.

[Before blessing, the craftsman squeezed through the crowd, found the huntress, and handed the half bottle of mortal liquid in her hand to her. 】

[The huntress was shocked and glanced at me through the crowd. 】

[The elf scout, who was riding on his brother to watch the fun, made a scratching gesture on the neck of the huntress from a distance to provoke her. 】

It's okay, little brother. If you have something to do, I'll be there.

[The female hunter ignored the elf scout and withdrew her gaze. She received the gift she had dreamed of, but she still didn't show any little face to the craftsman. Her face was as cold as ever. 】

[But the craftsman smiled happily. 】

[The huntress changed hands and handed the mortal liquid into the hands of the female monk. 】

[At this time, the captain beside me said to me: Fearless Pioneer, do you know the function of mortal liquid? 】

[I shake my head. 】

[The captain said: Legend has it that both the old gods and the new gods are mysterious and unpredictable. Some people say that they came from outside the territory; some people say that they were born at the beginning of chaos. But no matter what, no one can guess what God is thinking. In fact, among the many gods, no matter the new gods or the old gods, they are absolutely ruthless towards humans. However, the ancient sages discovered that there is a liquid that allows gods to temporarily possess human nature, which is a mortal liquid. 】

[I was surprised: Is there such a thing? 】

[The captain asked mysteriously: Don’t you think it’s strange that a female monk wants to possess mortal liquid? Any sexual liquid has no effect on the human being. 】

[The elf scout showed a shocked expression and interrupted: Do you mean that this female monk wants to awaken a certain god? That would be a disaster. 】

[The captain showed some fear on his face: Yes, I also think that would be a disaster. The best way to avoid disaster is to nip it in the bud. If I remember correctly, the Artisan originally had no mortal liquid. Fearless Pioneer, if you gave the mortal liquid to the craftsmen, I think you really did something wrong! 】

This was something Zhao Chuanxin never expected.

[I suddenly felt panic and said hurriedly: How should I make up for it? 】

[The captain lowered his voice and said: I suggest that after blessing the bloody disaster gem, we secretly stay in the church to see what the female monk wants to do before making any plans. 】

【I agree. 】

Zhao Chuanxin felt something was wrong.

If "I" hadn't come to Red Island, I wouldn't have killed the sawworm and grabbed the mortal liquid. Maybe the huntress would have gotten the mortal liquid.

After she had obtained the mortal liquid, she would also give it to the nun.

So who will resolve this disaster?

While on the ship, the trade officer’s strange gestures and movements; the sea wolves that haunt the craftsman’s house; the hordes of spiritual tribulations wandering in the darkness in the wilderness; the weird Red Island Church; the secretive beliefs of the residents of Red Island...

While he was thinking about it, the "Old God Code" did not stop.

[The female monk and many believers chanted some kind of incantation in unison. 】

Large-scale incantation scene.

[The female hunter raised the bloody disaster gem in her hand high. 】

[The bloody calamity gem is completely bloody. 】

[The chanting rhythm is getting faster and faster. 】

[At this time, the captain reminded me: Fearless Pioneer, pay attention to the low passage over there. You will see a shocking scene later. 】

[The voices of the female monks and believers became louder and louder. 】

[I heard a dense rustling sound. 】

[In a narrow passage, countless spiritual tribulations suddenly appeared. 】

[Their originally mischievous eyes seemed to have become firmer. 】

[Their slender limbs run quickly. 】

[They ran along the narrow passage from one side to the other, and then jumped down along the gap. 】

[I quickly came to the window and looked down. Below the church is a very high cliff, with the endless sea in the distance. 】

[All the spiritual tribulations rushed forward and jumped into the sea. 】

[This is probably the spectacular scene the captain mentioned. 】

[My sister was surprised and said: Are they crazy? 】

[The captain said: This is the price of blessing. The residents of Hongdao use their flesh and blood to support Ling Jie, and the Yin and Yang boundaries are divided between Ling Jie and Ling Jie, and Ling Jie will sacrifice his own life to bless him. 】

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly wrote:

[I asked the captain: So, what do the believers of Hongdao Church believe in? 】