The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The chef team is a joke.

Zhao Chuanxin was too lazy to take action and threw the No. 13 ball.

Ping ping pong pong...

"Merde..."

The ball bounces around, but it only hits people, not pots and pans.

Most of the things in the hands of the cooks will fall into place. After all, they are not professional warriors. They will let go as soon as they feel pain.

Zhao Chuanxin caught the No. 13 ball, picked up the kitchen knife on the operating table, passed a person over his shoulder, and nailed it to the wooden frame.

Before he screamed, Zhao Chuanxin took another rag soaked in butter and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Are there any Japanese coming?"

The man didn't nod or shake his head, his face turned red, and he was obviously in great pain.

The sous chef next to him spit out a front tooth and wanted to step forward. Zhao Chuanxin was impatient and pulled out another kitchen knife and threw it away.

laugh……

Hit right in the throat.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Zhao Chuanxin threw out all the knives on the knife holder, including the chef's knife, cutting knives, carving knives, snake-shaped table knives... The sous chef's skin became as crispy as paper under Zhao Chuanxin's hands, and he could pierce it with just one pierce.

The bright red blood stained the chef's robe with gorgeous lines.

Everyone trembled in each other's dilated pupils.

Now it can no longer be solved by group fighting.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed a typical Mediterranean curly hair: "Tell me, have the Japanese been here?"

"Come, come here..."

The man's head was tilted back as much as possible, his big nose was flaring, his small eyes were blinking, and he answered quickly.

"where?"

"Just left."

"What did they do?"

"They say they want to open a restaurant and come to learn."

"Why did you leave?"

"The Japanese are as timid as mice. When they hear gunshots coming from outside, they will leave..."

Zhao Chuanxin roughly understood.

Originally, the Japanese wanted to tamper with the restaurant, but found that Zhao Chuanxin stopped Zhu Erdian outside and did not enter the restaurant at all, so he left.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the kitchen: "Are the Japanese involved in the cooking?"

"No, just let them wash the dishes and glasses."

"Which ones have they touched?"

"These……"

Zhao Chuanxin poured water into a cup, pointed at Curly Hair and said, "Drink."

Curly Hair was confused, but did as he was told.

Two minutes after he finished drinking, his expression remained normal.

Zhao Chuanxin smoothed his hair: "You lead the way to the restaurant."

While he was talking, someone was creeping behind him, trying to sneak up on him.

The smart gyroscope reminded Zhao Chuanxin that he threw the No. 13 ball toward the roof. After it rebounded, it hit the bridge of the nose of the person behind him at a weird angle.

Click...

"ah……"

Zhao Chuanxin heard the sound and identified his position, turned around and kicked.

Boom!

Wow...

The wooden frame shattered, and the man bounced back, with his head right at Zhao Chuanxin's feet.

He raised his leg and stamped it!

Click!

The entire back kitchen was as silent as a cicada.

"Go ahead and go to the restaurant." Zhao Chuanxin reiterated.

This time, no one objected, and they all came out in groups.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin's old sacred altar became overflowing, as if the power of faith could not be used up.

All are new.

He was ready to run away at any time.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he pointed to the tables, chairs and benches: "Go and check under each table and chairs. If there is anything weird, raise your hand and report it immediately."

Not long after, a cook seemed to have something under the table by the window.

He shouted: "Here are rubber cables."

In the Western restaurant, there is a "private seat" by the window.

The tablecloths had been placed there, and the polished mahogany table looked as if it was the main table where Zhao Chuanxin and Zhu Erdian were going to make peace.

Under the table, there was a rubber cable extending from the corner to the window.

The birth of the telegraph promoted the development of cables. At first, rubber cables were used, and the black insulating shell was thick and bulky.

Those undersea telegraph lines across the oceans used gutta-percha cables.

Later, insulating paint and acetate enameled wire were invented.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't go over, but said from a distance: "Overturn the table."

The three of them worked together to overturn the heavy solid wood table. The imported mahogany was really dense.

Zhao Chuanxin only saw the broken ends of the cables, and a section of rubber was baked and peeled off, exposing the copper wires.

Zhao Chuanxin recalled that when he was heading north from Hankou, the train track he was on was detonated remotely by the Japanese. Afterwards, Li Guangzong sent people to investigate and even chased him to Japan. The culprit has not yet been caught.

It's really a trick that has been used all over the world. It is obvious that the two are colluding or involved, or they are the same person.

He thought it was going to be poisoned.

It's just that the layout is too sloppy and full of flaws.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, turned around and left.

…

The Japanese Embassy is a small, European-style classical building with two floors. In the middle is a brick gate with pillar decoration. The facade is composed of a gallery and a colonnade.

Outside the gate, there were Japanese soldiers standing guard, less than twenty of them.

In front of the open window on the second floor of the embassy, ​​there was a note made of jade, which floated out from the window and landed on the ground with a loud sound.

Zhao Chuanxin sneaked into the concession area, but came to the Japanese Embassy in a swaggering manner.

"stop!"

The armor was shining brightly in the sun, as if for fear that others would not see it. Unless you were blind, you would not have missed it.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Stand still!"

laugh……

The Miao knife entered from the lower jaw and came out from the back of the head.

Occasionally, when Zhao Chuanxin tells others, he will put himself first.

For example, if the British cause trouble, Zhu Erdian is just one of the sinners.

After saying this, others didn't think anything was wrong, but Zhao Chuanxin's anger surged upwards and he couldn't suppress it.

He chopped off Zhu Erdian's head and couldn't help but feel angry.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining Japanese soldiers pulled bolts and raised their guns.

As soon as he picked up the gun, Zhao Chuanxin disappeared.

Hee hee hee hee hee...

Flash around the back, loop around, turn around in a big loop, cut left and right from back to front.

When the remaining half looked back, they felt like they were in a red dream.

It wasn't until the severe pain struck that I realized this was not a dream.

boom!

The gun finally fired, and at the same time Zhao Chuanxin disappeared again.

Flash around and go around, chi chi chi...

There is no trick that is more effective than actual combat drills.

Zhao Chuanxin's swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few months. Even if he takes off all his equipment and only carries a knife, he is probably the leading swordsman in the northwest and can make a huge name.

If I prick you in the left eye, I won't prick you in the right eye by mistake.

If it is said to enter through the diaphragm, it will not pierce the intestines.

It's cool to say it, and I guarantee it won't damage your lungs.

Speaking of the owl's head, it would definitely not be cut off on the shoulders.

One back and forth, kill through.

The piano notes floating through the window stopped abruptly.

Zhao Chuanxin did not take the usual route, jumped on his knees and went straight to the second floor window.

A woman screamed in the room.

Zhao Chuanxin hit the woman's cheek with the lamp on his desk.

Wow...

The desk lamp shattered and the woman's face blossomed.

"Shut up, damn it, scream a few times."

The woman rolled her eyes and fainted.

On the sofa, the square-faced middle-aged man who was enjoying the piano solo shouted: "Yangzi!"

Stand up, turn around, and pull out the "Izumi Mori Kanesada" on the wall. This is a "big business" level sword, extremely sharp.

"drink……"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, turned around and struck at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin drew the sword, swung it, threw the scabbard, and the scabbard just fell on the tip of the sword. Due to gravity, the sword was returned to the sheath, all in one go.

Done in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and felt severe pain in his wrists. Both hands were neatly cut off and fell to the ground together with Izumi Mamoru Kanesada.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "The knife is very good, but you are so slow."

Ijuin Hikokichi bit his tongue in pain and spurted blood.

Zhao Chuanxin dodged sideways.

He casually glanced at the blood-spattered document on the table and found that the signed name was - Ijuin Hikokichi.

"Where is Aoki Xuanchun?" Zhao Chuanxin asked.

Ijuin Hikokichi sat on the sofa, turned around and bit the leather of the backrest of the sofa, shaking his head, looking miserable, resisting the pain.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin picked up the Izumi Mamoru Kanesada on the ground, opened the fingers on it, put it back into the sheath and stored it.

I once had a friend who was a collector of swords. He had a Nagasoya Komasa in his collection, but he didn't know whether it was genuine or not.

But the sword was very beautiful, and I once invited friends and companions to gather together to appreciate the sword.

He said that the sword can cut through seven to eight points of the human body in one stroke, so that it can be called a great sword.

After saying that, some friends immediately became dissatisfied: "You little devil, these skills were stolen from us, so what the heck!"

Another said: "Our Yue King Gou Jian's sword is not much more powerful than this..."

Another: "Our knives are prettier than the Imps."

Zhao Chuanxin was immediately speechless.

My friend who collects swords never said a single word of comparison. He just praised his collection for being good, which resulted in basically unreasonable refutations and slander.

Just like someone said that I was admitted to Peking University, a group of people next to me who didn't even understand the rankings of universities immediately retorted: "Beijing University doesn't matter, my ancestors were number one and ranked first..."

"Aren't the eight-part essays we used to have much more difficult than this?"

"Beijing University is not just inheriting the culture of our ancestors..."

It’s hard to imagine that in the 21st century, there are still stupid people who have to close their eyes to take out their ancestors and chew them repeatedly. Fortunately, it is just a collection of unpopular swords, not industrial technology or cutting-edge high technology. Otherwise, they would cling to their ancestors and bray about themselves and think they are the center of the world. , but it is no different from when Cixi held the same mentality when she singled out the world and was repeatedly ravaged by foreign powers.

Zhao Chuanxin also got a good knife now, so he put it away without saying a word.

This knife is indeed much higher than his Miao knife in terms of steel mouth, forging technology and sharpness.

It's just that the length is too short, making it difficult for Zhao Chuanxin to use it.

At this time, Ijuin Hikokichi's face turned pale, but he finally got through the stage of wanting to die in pain. He raised his head: "Aoki Nobujun is gone and his whereabouts are unknown!"

"Where is Uchida Yasuya?"

"He has resigned. I am the new Minister Ijuin Hikokichi."

Zhao Chuanxin showed a very apologetic smile: "I'm really sorry, I killed the wrong person, how about I give you some compensation."

As he said that, he rummaged through his pocket seriously and took out ten pieces of bad money and threw it on the desk.

Ijuin Hikokichi: "..."

Are you serious?

Ijuin Hikokichi gritted his teeth and said, "Since there is a misunderstanding, why don't you return my sword and wait here for a while?"

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of disbelief: "Why should I return the knife to you when I picked it up based on my ability? I have something else to do, so I'll take the first step."

Ijuin Hikokichi: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped out of the window and left.

Ijuin Hikokichi is still confused. In the afternoon when he didn't provoke anyone, disaster suddenly fell from the sky.

It seems to be related to the military attache Aoki Nozumi who disappeared yesterday, and also to the previous Japanese Minister in Beijing Yasuya Uchida.

He was harmed by Chi Yu.

Thinking of this, Ijuin Hikokichi gritted his teeth.

The woman woke up and saw her hands on the ground, the blood splattered all over the ground, and Ijuin Hikoyoshi's broken arm with skeletal bones. She rolled her eyes in fear and fainted again.

Zhao Chuanxin lost a clue and was not in a hurry.

Breaking this situation is very simple, just stop people outside the hotel. He investigated the hotel to find out what tricks the Japanese had so that he could be on guard against them in the future.

Gunshots were heard in the Japanese concession area, causing the foreign powers to upgrade their security. "Tiqi" came out to patrol everywhere.

Zhao Chuanxin really had no other solution other than violently breaking out of the siege.

He thought for a while and hid on the roof of the Japanese legation without leaving.

Not in a hurry, he quietly watched the armies of the powerful powers coming and going below, cautiously, not like a manhunt, but like he was saying: Good friends hiding in the dark, we have something to discuss, don't do anything, let's get out of the way.

Zhao Chuanxin saw this posture, jumped off the roof, put on his helmet, and walked out in a swaggering manner.

Maybe facial brushing is more effective.

The soldiers on the turret who were waiting in military uniforms were the first to see Zhao Chuanxin, who was wearing eye-catching armor.

He looked at his companion: "What should I do?"

"How about I go down first and you try firing the cannon?"

"No, you're more accurate than me in fucking, so it's you who do it."

"You come."

"You come."

While the argument continued, Zhao Chuanxin had already encountered a group of patrolling coalition military police.

When they saw Zhao Chuanxin, no one was carrying a gun. Everyone was leaning against the wall of a house on the street with their guns on their backs. The meaning was obvious: we are letting you go. If you have anything to say, talk to him.

They were extremely scared at this time.

The newly expanded embassy area has eight entrances and exits. It is surrounded by walls and bunkers, equipped with small-caliber guns and machine guns.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards the nearest entrance and exit and pointed at the two arguing soldiers on the bunker.

The two of them were blushing just now, but now their faces turned pale, showing stiff and awkward smiles, taking off their hats and bowing to Zhao Chuanxin and nodding.

As if to send him off respectfully.

Zhao Chuanxin looked up and saw white clouds, dyed with a faint blue light, which seemed different from the past.

Crows are circling, pigeons are flying high, and ginkgo trees are rustling.

He walked eastward along Minxiang. There was no destination there. He just wanted to attract everyone's attention.

After leaving the embassy area, he stepped on the Misty Traveler and headed north.

As I walked, I suddenly stopped.

There is a group of people in front, wearing official uniforms and walking with their hands behind their backs.

Zhao Chuanxin made a sharp turn and walked towards this group of people.

When he braked suddenly, everyone was shocked.

Wearing shining armor and swaggering through the city, I think there was no one else but Zhao Chuanxin, who was making a lot of noise.

Sure enough, Zhao Chuanxin took off his helmet, revealing a slightly sweaty face.

"Mr. Zhao?"

"Charcoal worker?"

The two people in front of him were Tang Guoan and Liang Dunyan.

Tang Guoan was in Shanghai last year to hold an international anti-smoking conference, and met Zhao Chuanxin.

Not to mention Liang Dunyan, who was once the president of a university in Tianjin Wei, Zhao Chuanxin killed people, and he was the one who cleaned up...

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, the two of them felt guilty and looked around sharply. As expected, pedestrians were paying attention.

"..."

Well, you just made a scene outside the Forbidden City, killed foreign soldiers, and then came to talk to us. Isn't this deliberately looking for trouble?

Zhao Chuanxin was cheerful and asked nonchalantly: "Principal Liang, Brother Guolu, where did you two come from? Where are you going?"

Liang Dunyan coughed: "I am now the right minister and minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I have not been the principal for a long time."

Tang Guoan was well aware of Zhao Chuanxin's ability. Although he was polite to him, he did not dare to deceive him. He said honestly: "The United States Great White Fleet is visiting our country. I am about to go to Xiamen with Liang Shangshu to welcome him and serve as accompanying translators."

The Great White Fleet that "demonstrated" around the world was much slower than Zhao Chuanxin.

At that time, he scuttled several ships, which frightened Da Luo into compromising.

I didn’t expect to arrive in China now.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Brother Guolu, are Americans so arrogant?"

As long as the equipment allows, we can scuttle a few more ships.

After all, the Desert Emperor is said to be a tyrant who is close to "god". When "I" arrive in the cursed desert, I don't know what I will face.

Tang Guoan wiped his cold sweat and said: "No, if there is, I will definitely inform Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and handed over two cigarettes and said: "As the saying goes, if a monkey can't climb a tree, hit the gong a few more times. When you are wronged, you must say, who among us is following whom?"

Tang Guoan and Liang Dunyan: "..."

Do I really know you well?

But no one dared to say.

After hearing this, a group of officials behind him looked at this place with strange expressions.

But when Zhao Chuanxin looked over, they felt that Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were as sharp as a knife, so they didn't dare to look at each other and turned away their heads.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that there were many people in the crowd who were stopping to observe and point fingers, he flicked the cigarette butt away and said, "Okay, if you have something to contact us, I have to catch the train, so I'll go ahead."

Liang Dunyan suddenly stopped him: "Charcoal Worker!"

Zhao Chuanxin turned around with confusion on his face.

Liang Dunyan said solemnly: "It is better for a charcoal worker to chase butterflies than to plant flowers in front of his house. Having said this, I hope the charcoal worker will be careful."

The moment Zhao Chuanxin put on his helmet, he didn't understand what Liang Dunyan was feeling about.

As for Liang Dunyan, he once served as Zhang Zhidong's staff and also helped Yuan Shikai. He had already received some rumors at this time.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored it, walked around in a circle, and walked to the end of Chongwen-Menwai Street. He found a place to change into a suit, put on a top hat, and went to Morrison Street in a low-key manner.

He saw soldiers and civilians washing the ground. Buckets of water were poured down, and it immediately turned into bloody water.

The bright red color is deeply embedded in the soil, and some parts cannot be cleaned no matter how hard you clean it.

There were ignorant people standing on the outside holding some white-flour steamed buns, trying to secretly get some foreign blood, but they were severely reprimanded by the foreign supervisors at the scene.

Reprimand is reprimand, but I dare not say anything too harsh.

"How can human blood cure diseases if we are extremely ignorant?"

"Why not? Zhao Chuanxin said..."

"Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything. You are talking nonsense, or you may get burned."

"This..." The man thought of Zhao Chuanxin's ferocious methods and flinched in fear.

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands in his pockets and walked by calmly, listening to all the conversations.

He ignored the inquiry and made no comment.

This is why we insist on building schools even though we know the ulterior motives behind the Gengzi compensation.

Chinese people have always believed in "once and for all".

Buying a house instead of renting, because buying a house is your own, and you don’t have to worry about moving. However, you don’t want to worry about the troubles after buying a house, which is not necessarily less than renting and moving.

For example, many people pursue an iron job, but is there really an iron job? Think about it, think about it again.

The same goes for teaching. Old professors can memorize the textbooks by heart. You can imagine how many years they have been teaching the same thing...

But there is no once-and-for-all solution to the eight orthodox scriptures in this world.

Once and for all, it is the result of lazy thinking. It is difficult to surpass the object of imitation by imitation alone, let alone by relying on the past.

Zhao Chuanxin was thinking wildly and arrived at Morrison's house.

After knocking on the door, Morrison opened the door furtively. When he saw Zhao Chuanxin, whose face was covered by a hat, he stepped aside.

The room was filled with a strong medicinal smell.

Rebecca Levi was there, as was Backus, whose hands and feet were splinted, and there was also a Chinese medicine doctor with a beard.

"Mr. Morrison, when can I leave?"

The old man looked at Zhao Chuanxin warily.

Morrison looked helplessly at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You can leave now."

Bacchus was a little anxious: "Wait, I still feel pain."

"It's good if you don't die, don't be rude." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly.

He thought Bacchus would die, but he didn't expect this guy to be so tenacious.

Bacchus shut up hastily.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Rebecca Levi aside: "How about I take you to Hong Kong Island?"

"That's where I'm from." Rebecca Levi shook her head.

"How about you stay in the capital?"

"There are many restrictions in the embassy area, and in other places I am a stranger in a foreign land."

"Send you to Lugang Town?"

"Are you going back?"

"not going back."

Rebecca Levi immediately shook her head: "Then I won't go either."

"You're not going here, you're not going that, where are you going?"

"I..." Rebecca Levi looked a little disappointed as Zhao Chuanxin pretended to be confused: "I can help you. I learned a lot of knowledge before coming here."

I drank too much last night. After returning home feeling dizzy, I started to have a fever. I was cold at first and then hot. Then I developed phantom limbs. More than a dozen legs were hot at the same time. I was so hot that I was confused. I endured the severe pain and got up to finish the rest of my hair.

Just a little compensation, counting votes, etc. It’s all love that can generate electricity.