The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

It is said that the gods are unpredictable and unfathomable.

He thought that the gods would become restrained after taking the mortal liquid, but in the end he even killed his own believers.

When the craftsman saw his father being killed, he felt great grief: "Father..."

The spirit of the deep sea killed the craftsman's father, as if it had done a trivial thing, with a calm expression on his face: "You used a spell to wake me up, so I had to use him as a sacrifice. There is a price to pay for everything."

The female monk was ecstatic in her heart - it was her opponent who paid the price, but she was the one who reaped the rewards.

Look at what's going on.

Zhao Chuanxin whispered: "Sang Ling, if this crazy bitch wants to kill me, can you save me?"

Shang Ling answered resolutely: "Yes!"

Zhao Chuanxin was relieved and laughed: "Spirit of the Deep Sea, right? I woke you up to make you fulfill your wish. But besides killing people, you have been sowing discord. You are not very particular..."

Since the death of the soul can protect him, what is there to be afraid of? Who would think it's too bad to just watch the excitement!

The spirit of the deep sea glanced at him indifferently: "The fearless pioneer from Middle Earth, do you think I am the spirit of the deep sea? I am not. I am just a ball of orderly energy attached to the female hunter."

Sangling affirmed in Zhao Chuanxin's ears: "She is right, the gods are disordered, and she is orderly, and I am also orderly. I am stronger than her, but when we see the deep sea spirit's true form, you and I will fall into despair."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't figure out the difference.

The spirit of the deep sea turned to the female monk and said: "You want to resurrect your daughter, but that is impossible. There is no such thing as a soul. Ghosts are just a special kind of creature. When the effect of the mortal liquid dissipates, I will Explode the body of the female hunter and cause her true body to resuscitate!"

The friar's face showed despair.

Zhao Chuanxin was praised for his genuine words, which is a bit like Zhao. When he talks about killing an enemy, he doesn't sugarcoat it. He usually says it bluntly: I will kill you and he will do what he says.

In despair, the female monk suddenly took out a long stone, wide at one end and narrow at the other, which looked like the hands of a clock.

Then he stabbed the captain in the back with a knife.

The captain, who was still watching the development of the situation, remained silent.

The female monk spoke: "Answer Stone, tell me the way out to prevent the resurgence of the Deep Sea Spirit's body?"

The answer stone in her palm turned and finally pointed at Zhao Chuanxin!

The Spirit of the Deep Sea also set its sights on Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Emotions are the answer.

The spirit of the deep sea smiled: "It's too late."

It seemed that the effects of the medicine were wearing off, and the huntress' body was a little out of shape.

Shangling said: "You have two choices at this time, either run or stop."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "How to stop it?"

"Decapitate the huntress before the energy rushes out and explodes."

The female monk took one step ahead and slashed at the huntress' neck with a sharp blade.

The huntress opened her mouth, the air twisted, and something came out of her mouth, but it was intangible.

The female monk flew backwards and hit the wall of bones, causing bones of all sizes to fall down.

Her face became paler and she looked very depressed.

She struggled to sit up, looked at Zhao Chuanxin and shouted, "You still have a chance, take action, otherwise you won't be able to escape from Red Island."

What opportunity is she talking about?

When the female hunter's body swelled to the point that she was about to be damaged, a red light suddenly bloomed on her body.

Only a crisp cracking sound was heard.

Click...

The bloody disaster gem shattered on the ground, and the body of the female hunter returned to its original shape.

The spirit of the deep sea was obviously stunned.

It was a bloody disaster gem that had been blessed and turned into a talisman, saving the huntress's life.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired a gun, then rushed out at the same time.

The shot did not work as expected, the bullet somehow missed.

The moment the female hunter opened her mouth, Zhao Chuanxin raised the scale shield in his hand.

boom……

The scale shield was torn apart.

At the critical moment, the smart gyroscope took Zhao Chuanxin sideways to avoid the invisible energy.

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked, thinking that it was so cruel, how did the female monk stop it?

Just to play with this, Zhao Chuanxin teleported the Dragon Capturing Ring and aimed it at the female hunter.

The female hunter's feet just left the ground, but she didn't spin and immediately froze her body.

The Dragon Capturing Ring, which had been tried and tested many times, had lost its effect on her.

She waved her hand, and the Dragon Capturing Ring on Zhao Chuanxin's finger made a slight sound of bones breaking.

The gold and silver shell is intact, but the piranha pipe inside is probably broken.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned and had an extra Ares M1907 in his hand.

"I am not a god, but I am full of tricks and have a lot of work!"

Chug tug tug…

Zhao Chuanxin shot and killed the trade officer before, using only a pistol.

The Spirit of the Deep Sea did not expect that there would be a powerful long-range weapon with sustainable output.

You can protect yourself from a bullet, but you can't protect yourself from the metal frenzy.

Suddenly, the body of the huntress was riddled with holes, and the air was visibly distorted at those wounds, indicating that energy was leaking out.

This energy needs to be released, but it cannot be detonated.

The spirit of the deep sea began to rush towards Zhao Chuanxin without hesitation,

Zhao Chuanxin sent over a pot. The Old God's Crucible Brand was activated and the temperature suddenly increased. The iron pot turned into orange-red molten iron. He raised his hand and the molten iron splashed.

The spirit of the deep sea that rushed over never expected that Zhao Chuanxin would have so many chores.

"ah……"

Hysterical howls of pain.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "You are really terrible at this terrible thing. You have to gouge your eyes when you are joking!"

The huntress's face and body were burned in many places by molten iron, and even small holes were made, which were more frightening than the holes made by bullets.

The beautiful face of the huntress was no longer there, that face was too miserable to look at.

The female monk who was watching the battle said: "..."

Is this the strength of the fearless vanguard of Middle-earth?

She had encountered the Fearless Pioneers before, and they weren't so difficult, right?

The brother and sister took the opportunity to disperse, each holding a Ares M1907, and they surrounded him from the side and poured ammunition.

The elf scout had long been standing on a high place, taking out his blow darts and puffing up his cheeks.

Whoosh...

The elf scout's blow dart arrowhead and Zhao Chuanxin's elf carving knife are made of the same material and are indestructible.

It actually passed directly through the body and fell only after the momentum was exhausted.

At this time, the Deep Sea Spirit is no longer able to self-destruct.

Because there are too many openings, energy leaks out too quickly.

All that's left is rage.

The spirit of the deep sea spewed energy at the elf scout. The elf scout was extremely flexible and dodged by back flipping to the ground. Half of the bone wall where he was was turned into powder.

The spirit of the deep sea opened its mouth and turned its head like a red boy breathing fire. The invisible energy swept across, trying to kill everyone on the spot.

Looking at it, it was almost time for Zhao to pass on his salary.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and waved downward.

Uh-huh!

The elf carving knife that had just been thrown out secretly was entangled by the smart gyroscope, and then unexpectedly slashed towards the huntress's neck.

The spirit of the deep sea reacted quickly. Just as he wanted to avoid it, he found that he could not move.

The huntress's miserable face showed a broken expression of shock.

He didn't expect that there would be something in this temple that could control him.

Of course it's a loss of life!

Uh-huh...

Heads fell to the ground.

There was no blood, just large pieces of twisted air, and something could be seen spurting out.

Zhao Chuanxin felt his feet shaking. Was there an earthquake?

Along with the earthquake, there was a heart-stopping scream, coming from the sea or underground.

The elf scout ran to the window, looked towards the sea, turned around and said anxiously: "Tsunami..."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Don't panic!"

Everyone: "..."

Who the hell can't panic?

A huge wave of more than ten meters high swept over with such force that it was too late to even run.

The female monk murmured to herself: "It is the tsunami caused by the spirit of the deep sea. As long as he turns over, he will cause a tsunami. Hahaha, I am terminally ill. You will die with me..."

Turn over and get a tsunami? It’s hard to imagine how big the Deep Sea Spirit is.

Zhao Chuanxin remained calm: "You will die if you say you will? Do I allow it?"

Female monk: "..."

The craftsman said: "Let's run."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around in surprise: "Hey, if you didn't say anything, I would have thought you were dead."

artisan:"……"

Zhao Chuanxin jumped out of the window, stood on the cliff, and said, "Don't be afraid, wait for me to recite the most awesome spell in the world, and I can turn the danger into safety."

Everyone: "..."

Seeing that the huge wave was approaching, he could see countless people running away in panic on the port pier.

But the speed is far not as fast as the huge waves.

You can faintly hear the whistling sound mixed with the cries of the residents of Hongdao.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin opened his arms: "Horse, you have four legs; sea, you are all water! Female monk, you are quite beautiful even for your age. You have legs under your neck, and you have a long hair under your nose." Mouth……"

Female monk: "..."

Then everyone widened their eyes and saw the huge wave, like an invisible giant sword, splitting from it and passing right by both sides of the Bone Church.

Of course, it was Zhao Chuanxin who activated Lord Runzhi's greeting.

Do you think the equipment over the years has been whitewashed? Losing a Dragon Capturing Ring was nothing, Zhao Chuanxin had plenty of equipment.

This scene was so shocking, Zhao Chuanxin looked like a god descending to earth.

The key is that it is human-shaped, not a grotesque god.

This may be called - turning the tide!

The craftsmen were particularly shocked.

Because the church was located on a high ground, he was not particularly afraid. Because the momentum of the huge waves will slow down here, and both the sea wolf clan and the residents of the Red Island have a strong ability to survive in the sea, at least it will not be easy for them to drown.

What I fear is the destructive power of the huge waves.

Seeing that the huge wave was broken, Zhao Chuanxin turned his head very calmly, ready to receive the praise.

It's just that on the other side of the church, in an invisible place, after the huge wave swept over, the retreating rapids continued to attack the church fiercely.

Wow...

Countless bones shattered and fell, and the entire church was crumbling.

Zhao Chuanxin froze with an indifferent expression with a bit of pride.

boom……

The church was torn apart...

I blanch!

Everyone scrambled out of the window.

In this world, there is nothing more terrifying than being "handsome for less than three seconds".

Zhao Chuanxin angrily slapped away a flying skeleton, controlled Lord Runzhi's greeting, and separated the swirling water again.

Looking around, everyone was fine.

The female monk was washed by the current to Zhao Chuanxin's feet.

He lowered his head and stretched out his hand: "Bring it here!"

The female monk's eyes flickered: "What?"

"Are you pretending?" Zhao Chuanxin said fiercely: "Bring me the answer stone!"

If you lose the Dragon Capturing Ring, you must get another treasure.

"It doesn't belong to you," the nun said calmly.

"Haha..." Lugang M1907 spun around in Zhao Chuanxin's hands and pointed it at the female monk: "It's mine, don't move. If it's not mine, leave it alone."

"..." Her pupils shrank: "As far as I know, the fearless pioneers of Middle-earth are all upright and will not take away people's love..."

"For hundreds of thousands of years, there will always be an alien species." Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved and opened the hammer.

Seeing that he was unable to get enough food and salt, the female monk was very helpless.

She made her final threat: "The Answer Stone is the key to the cursed box. If the Desert Emperor knows that you possess it, he will hunt you down to the ends of the earth at all costs."

"I'm super brave, I'm not afraid."

"..." The female monk was speechless.

She reluctantly lifted the answer stone.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed it and teleported it away directly, and he also exited the state.

[The tsunami swept away countless lives, and almost eight out of ten ships in the port were damaged. 】

[The craftsman said to me: There are fewer and fewer surviving sea wolves, and everyone I know is dead. Can you take me away from Red Island? 】

The craftsman is a bit of a nymphomaniac.

This person is probably the only one who still has some conscience in the whole incident.

But Zhao Chuanxin couldn’t afford it early, so he wrote:

[I said: Why? 】

[The craftsman thought for a while and replied: I have as much material knowledge as the Widow Sea. I know how to make armor weapons. I can definitely help you. 】

[Should I bring a craftsman with me? 】

Zhao Chuanxin’s decision is:

【bring! 】

Relying on craftsmanship to earn a living is not shabby.

The disaster-stricken Hongdao needs to rest, and the remaining ships need to prepare before they can continue their journey.

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Code of the Old Gods", took out the Answer Stone and looked at it. Unfortunately, there is no enemy here, otherwise he could try it with human life.

Before going to bed, what he was thinking about was Bayar's forehead holding the wine flask. Did anything happen to him?

…

Bayar Bor has not returned to Dalinuo'er yet, and his departure is much slower than Zhao Chuanxin.

The weather gets colder as you go north, the northwest wind buzzes like a xun, the slanting autumn rain becomes more and more rapid, and the animals in the wilderness will wail at night, which is extremely sad.

It was a rainy and cloudy day, and his joints ached terribly.

But he just gritted his teeth and persisted without saying a word.

As night fell, he finally found a shelter from the rain with a tile to cover his head, picked up some hay and lit a bonfire.

After baking for a while, I couldn't help but think of the benefits of Zhao Chuanxin's time. He didn't have to worry about eating and drinking, he was easy to keep warm, and he was basically not needed when setting up a tent. He could also drink half a bottle of spirits during meals.

He originally carried the wine, but he was targeted by wolves on the way. In order to escape, he galloped on his horse and the wine jar was knocked down on the way.

Bayar rolled up his trouser legs and saw that his knees were swollen and deflated with his fingers.

He took some medicine and applied it on it. It was burning, but of course the pain didn't lessen.

Bayar's forehead suddenly remembered that before he applied the medicine, Zhao Chuanxin said he was some kind of Mongolian doctor Wu Renji. The heart of one medicine was bulging, the eyes of two medicines were bulging, and the three medicines were buried in the loess...

Bayar couldn't help laughing.

That man really kept saying strange things, without any repetition.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a shrill cry.

Just think of the shrill screams in the wilderness this late at night.

The key is that the voice sounded next to him.

Bayar's forehead was numb. He turned his head and listened, his eyes widened, and he found that the scream came from his bag.

He quickly opened the bag.

The hip flask was lying in the bag, and the rat head pattern on it was distorted, and the rat's face showed a humanized look of anxiety.

It's clearly just gold and silver, so why can it move?

This was beyond Bayar's cognition.

He beat the divine drum, to no avail.

He sang in a low voice, but it was useless.

Perhaps the place where he lit the bonfire was over a rat hole.

Not long after, a mouse came out of nowhere with a disgraced face.

With his quick eyes and quick hands, Bayar Bor caught the mouse, pinched the back of the mouse's neck, and used the divine crow knife to bleed it, dripping it on the mouth of the mouse on the wine pot.

Bayarbo remembered the story of evil spirits in the North that he once told Zhao Chuanxin.

When talking about the charming weasels, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Weasels can be charming, but you won't be fascinated by weasels? Isn't there some mushroom powder? Add some to it and see who gets confused."

At that time, Bayar was stunned.

What about grabbing bamboo shoots? How can foxes and weasels be more immoral than humans? Can you be more cunning than humans?

Thinking of this, Bayarbor quickly removed the cork of a small porcelain bottle and poured it into the rat mouth of the wine pot. It was mixed with the blood of the rat. He didn't know whether it seeped into the wine pot or was actually carved by the rat. He drank it, and eventually the mushroom powder and blood disappeared.

Then, Bayar saw the rat face on his forehead, sometimes ferocious, sometimes drunk, sometimes the corners of his mouth curved as if smiling, sometimes howling.

Bayar's forehead said subconsciously: "You seem to have been fascinated by Huang Pizi..."

After saying that, I was stunned...

Then thoughtfully.

The expression on the rat's face changed, and suddenly it opened its mouth wide and let out a distant scream.

Bayar's forehead only heard the whimpering of wolves in the distance, and they gradually ran away.

He actually scared away the wolves that were tracking him...

Finally, Rat Face opened his mouth wide, yawned, and slowly closed his eyes.

Bayar's forehead: "..."

He thought to himself that if this evil thing caused trouble again, he would fill it with mushroom powder and rat blood.

Anyway, we are almost reaching Lainuoer. There is an inexhaustible supply of mice and mushroom powder, which is enough for it to drink a pot.

However, he will never use something that can't even resist evil spirits to communicate with the gods in the future...

…

Although Zhao Chuanxin was a little worried about Bayar, he did not go to check on his safety.

No matter how awesome the new gods or old gods are, they cannot break the barriers of the "Old Gods Code" and cannot freely travel between the two worlds.

This is Zhao Chuanxin's confidence.

I think it should be fine.

When he woke up, he squatted at the door and brushed his teeth.

As soon as he finished vomiting, a servant came to ask him to have breakfast.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "What kind of breakfast are you having? Zhao is not that kind of person to take advantage of your palace, right? Tell Lao Qi that Zhao will leave now."

Servant: "..."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin threw the ladder casually, jumped up and ran up the nearly six-meter high wall on the ladder.

As I said before, Prince Qi's Mansion is close to the Songhua River, and it looks very mysterious especially in the morning and evening when the mist is thick.

Zhao Chuanxin's body fell into the mist, and the servants looked at it for a moment, and then ran away: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Mr. Zhao, he flew away on the clouds and mist..."

Zhao Chuanxin did not have breakfast at the palace, and the worry that "there are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me" always existed.

What if Zimmer didn't dare to poison him last night, and if Zhao Chuanxin poisoned him again in the morning when he was unprepared, what would happen?

He did not leave the Gorro-Sqian Banner, but walked north, stopping and observing along the way. He could not just listen to Zimmer's one-sided words.

I didn’t know where I was, but when I saw a breakfast stall, I ordered porridge and steamed buns, and ordered fried dried salted fish as a side dish. It was really safe and hygienic...

The stall owner was from Zhili. When he saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing armor, he murmured to his mother-in-law: "Look at him, does he look like the same person?"

His mother-in-law nodded and said, "It looks like a human being. It has sound limbs and walks upright."

"..." The stall owner coughed: "My brother from the clan had an errand at the local bureau in Changchun Mansion of Prince Qi's Mansion. He said that Zhao Chuanxin showed up on the main road and went to the train station to kill dozens of people. The Japanese finally attacked Prince Qi’s Mansion, and things caused a big fuss!”

His mother-in-law opened her mouth wide: "Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Shut up, keep quiet, I'm going to die, what are you shouting for?"

Zhao Chuanxin has excellent hearing and actually heard all the conversations.

He poured the remaining fried fish into a bowl of porridge, mixed it three times, divided it by two, and then slapped the money on the table: "No need to change, the rest will be used as a tip."

I'm just passing by today. Let's have breakfast and leave immediately. There's no need to cause any more trouble.

The stall owner and his wife watched him go away, then went over to collect the money on the table.

The mother-in-law asked for a long time: "Master, what tip did he say? There is still two cents short of the payment. Where is the tip?"

…

Zhao Chuanxin asked passers-by where he was.

A passerby told him: "Our place is called Qingyang Town."

"What are the specialties of Qingyang Town?" Zhao Chuanxin asked with great interest: "Are there any Japanese around?"

A passer-by scratched his head: "Specialty? Does Delong's hot pot count? We don't have any Japanese here, and it's not peaceful recently. There are horse bandits, so we have to be careful."

Zhao Chuanxin hugged his fists and thanked him. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of gunshots.

The passerby's expression changed slightly: "No, are you afraid that the horse bandits want to steal Delong's pot?"

Writing leisurely is not a subjective restraint, but an objective environmental demand and a rigid need.

If I write a few random words, I will definitely lose contact. I will never let it lose contact, otherwise this year will be in vain.

There is a word called history-history-nihility. I have lost count of the number of times my chapters have been blocked and revised, and how many times I have received warnings from editors this year.

I remember one time, I wrote a plot and looked through many physical books to find historical materials. Perhaps because it was not common, I was asked to revise it. I took a photo of the data and evidence in the physical book and showed it to the editor, who then gave it to the reviewer. Look, it was approved after confirming that it was not nothingness.

Modern history cannot turn you upside down, change dynasties, or ride a white horse to unify the world. At first I thought that by putting it in the science fiction category I could hide the truth, but it turned out that I thought too much haha...

Occasionally smoke two or three boxes, drink often, and always stay up late.

I also want to extend my life, but unfortunately I don’t have a contract to sign my fingerprints... Once someone threatens me to give up, I will foam at the mouth, or fall to the ground in shock... If I am admitted to the ICU, it will be because someone threatens me to give up. The reason is, if I can’t take off your pants, then you’re still not wearing them…