The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

How did Zhao Chuanxin leave?

He retreated into the shadows. One moment, his shadow could be seen vaguely, but the next moment, he suddenly disappeared.

The guard ran a few steps to take a look. The walls were intact, the windows were not open, and the roof was not broken, but Zhao Chuanxin was nowhere to be seen.

Guangxu asked: "Mr. Zhao is gone?"

The guard pursed his lips and nodded: "Long live Lord, he is gone."

Everyone was shocked.

According to folklore, Zhao Chuanxin has unpredictable powers. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know that this statement is true.

In Leshou Hall, Cixi quickly learned what had happened.

She was really shocked and angry.

It would be fine if only one or two people knew the truth. Not to mention the entire palace and the entire Forbidden City, there were at least hundreds of people who knew the truth. Even the people in the West City outside the imperial city heard it.

Can she come here to kill him?

The most important thing is that Guangxu was poisoned by arsenic and would definitely not be saved, but at this moment he was still struggling to survive.

"How can this not make sense? How can this not make sense..." Cixi, who was extremely corrupt, kept saying it repeatedly.

Shortness of breath attacks the heart, and the condition worsens.

Guangxu was poisoned by a large dose of arsenic and miraculously survived the whole night. On the 22nd day of the 10th lunar month in the 34th year of Guangxu's reign, he was still alive.

He is not dead, but Cixi is dying.

However, she could no longer take action.

Because this matter was so strange, the news had already spread out of the palace and reached the ears of civil and military officials and the people of the capital.

"The Queen Mother wanted to harm the Emperor, but the Emperor was saved by Zhao Chuanxin."

"Can you survive being poisoned by arsenic?"

"Tsk, tsk, the sweet and sour taste of tara can cover up the pain of arsenic. That old Buddha has really good intentions."

The Qing Dynasty was already in turmoil. Now that Cixi is about to die, she has to take Guangxu with her. Look, the Qing Dynasty is probably going to perish!

At three o'clock on October 22nd, Cixi suddenly looked rosy, energetic, and kept cursing Zhao Chuanxin.

The eunuchs, maids, and officials who came to attend to the illness looked at each other in confusion.

The imperial doctor muttered in his heart: "This is the return of light."

There was a large group of new troops patrolling nervously outside, in front of and behind the house, not missing any blind spot.

However, no one saw a "copper eye" placed in an inconspicuous corner of Le Shou Hall. The pale pink crystal eyeball looked very strange, seeming to be watching the helpless people.

A figure suddenly appeared next to the eyeball.

The eunuch who was coming in and out was startled by the black and white striped humanoid object that suddenly appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help shouting in a high voice: "Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin pulled off his visor, slapped him away, and walked straight into Cixi's bedroom and bed.

Because Cixi heard about Zhao Chuanxin's mysterious appearance, she actually arranged guards here.

When the guards saw Zhao Chuanxin appearing, they had already heard what happened last night. Their duty was to protect Cixi. However, after guessing that this tall man wearing strange black and white striped armor was Zhao Chuanxin, they held down their swords and guns and did not dare to move. .

Cixi paused for a moment as she cursed.

"You..." Cixi pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "You thief, are you here to kill me?"

A large group of guards heard the sound and rushed to the door.

There are people from the Ministry of Rites, eunuchs, maids, guards, and new troops...

Duan Qirui shouted: "Zhao Chuanxin, stop..."

Longyu in the room was at a loss, but he still shouted: "Rebellion, really rebellion, I will kill you nine tribes..."

Pu Liang, the Minister of Rites, stood outside the door and shouted: "Don't do this nonsense..."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled back his visor, lit a cigar, and smiled happily.

He first tapped Longyu's ugly face from the air: "You old man almost got Cixi killed, and you're still dancing like this. If Fanfan screams again, I'll tell you to go down and wait for this old guy!"

Longyu's screams stopped abruptly.

Zhao Chuanxin turned to Duan Qirui outside the door and said, "If you ask your people to step back, it will give you a shame, right?"

Duan Qirui was so frightened by the words that he took a step back. If there wasn't someone behind him, he would have been tripped.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out a light knife, flicked it, and inserted it into the wall as easily as cutting tofu.

The knife glowed with a faint red light, was very strange, and looked extremely sharp.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed in a circle and said: "I'm not going to kill anyone today, I'm just here to see Cixi die. Don't make yourself uncomfortable, please let me calm down."

As expected, everyone was as silent as a cicada.

The power of Zhao Chuanxin is so great!

Only Cixi was not afraid. She knew she didn't have much time left, so what else was there to be afraid of?

She pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and cursed: "Zhao thief, you will not die well!"

Zhao Chuanxin spat, and the saliva actually hit Cixi's face: "Ah... tui! How boring is it to die? I want to die vigorously. But you, how are you feeling now? Do you feel that everything is burned inside? After you die, , will bear eternal infamy, are you happy?"

"..." Cixi was furious: "You..."

A stack of contracts suddenly appeared in Zhao Chuanxin's hand. He shook the contract and said, "Cixi, what do you think this is? This is the "Wushen Treaty" signed by me and the Russians. The treaty you sent Li Hongzhang to sign is all It's about ceding territory and paying compensation. Haha, the treaty I signed was actually about grabbing land from Tsarist Russia and asking them for war compensation. I told Yikuang that I must personally deliver the treaty to the capital, and here I am."

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin threw the contract on the bed.

Cixi opened it tremblingly and took a look. The name Zhao Chuanxin signed with a fountain pen was free and elegant, and the three characters "Zhao Chuanxin" were connected together with great momentum.

Those signatures and seals are so dazzling.

Cixi's chest heaved up and down, and there was a touch of blood on her face. She cursed: "It's just a fluke, a villain gets his way..."

"Hehe..." Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "You are going to die soon, but I can still live for a long time. Guess, how many times can I succeed as a villain in the future?"

Cixi wished she could take Zhao Chuanxin away with her.

I wish I could, but I really can't.

She doesn't have the ability.

She could only curse and say: "I'll wait for you below."

"Just wait and see what I can do? I, Zhao Chuanxin, can scare you to the point where you can't sleep or eat well in the upper world, but I can still push you to the ground and beat you down below."

I blanch...

No one outside could listen anymore.

Killing is heartbreaking.

I don't know who in the crowd had the courage to say: "When a person is about to die, he must keep his words of virtue..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around: "Who the hell are you to teach me how to do things?"

The man shrank his neck and acted like a turtle.

The soft gold armor cracked from behind, and Zhao Chuanxin retreated.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, crossed his legs, reached towards the wall, and used his secondary limb to pull out the light knife from the wall.

But in the eyes of others, he is able to retrieve objects from afar.

Zhao Chuanxin put the light sword back into its sheath, otherwise the energy would continue to be consumed, and buying energy gems was very expensive.

He said calmly: "Cixi, I regret to tell you that Guangxu will die behind you. I gave him some means to extend his life."

Another critical hit.

Cixi's face turned from rosy to visibly gray.

It seemed that even the last breath could not be sustained.

She pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and wanted to speak but couldn't.

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it, just to let her die before Guangxu, it can be said that she worked hard.

Both of them had to die, and when they died, the Qing Dynasty would have its last breath left.

Cixi couldn't even breathe, her body was limp and motionless on the bed.

There was a commotion outside.

Longyu wanted to go over to investigate, but Zhao Chuanxin glared: "Did I fucking let you move?"

Longyu was so scared that he couldn't move.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at an eunuch and said, "Go and try, are you still angry?"

The eunuch stretched out his hand, felt for his pulse again, and shook his head with a sad face.

Cixi, she will die with her eyes closed.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, stood up, put on his soft gold armor, flicked the cigar away, and closed his face armor.

"Go and tell the poor emperor that he doesn't have to hold on."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin walked out the door.

Everyone gave way.

When it was Duan Qirui's turn, Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him but said nothing.

After leaving Leshou Hall, they were surrounded by guards and new troops.

"What, are you trying to draw signs?"

Everyone looked at each other, and then someone took the lead and cleared the way.

Who dares to compete with him?

As thousands of troops passed by, Zhao Chuanxin jumped onto the roof, calmly stepping on the blue tiles and enjoying the city scenery, looking down at the meticulous guards and new army defenses below as if they were nothing.

Everyone looked at him silently.

This person regards the invading powers as enemies. This person hates Cixi so much that he makes her sleep and eat poorly until she dies with her eyes closed. This person took back nearly 10,000 square kilometers of land from Tsarist Russia in the north. This person has enemies all over the world. This person has enemies all over the world. People come and go as if they were walking on flat ground, not afraid of anything...

Zhao Chuanxin had appeared in front of the New Army soldiers a long time ago and planted the seeds. At this time, he finally grew into a towering tree in their hearts.

What Zhao Chuanxin did could be regarded as indirectly paving the way for Sun Gongwu and dispelling many people's awe of the Qing court.

What kind of Lafayette, what kind of Emperor Guangxu, what kind of local chicken and wagouer.

The image of those noble people living in the majestic Forbidden City suddenly collapsed.

Cixi died on October 22nd in the 34th year of Guangxu's reign, and Guangxu died on the 22nd afternoon of October in the 34th year of Guangxu's reign.

According to the eunuch, Guangxu died with a smile on his face.

Laughing because he died after Cixi, and he finally regained a victory in his lifetime. This joy outweighed the pain caused by the poisoning.

Cixi died with her eyes closed, but Guangxu was peaceful when he left.

There are many rumors among the people, claiming that they saw Zhao Chuanxin happily walking leisurely on the outer wall of the Forbidden City after he was so angry with Cixi, while the internal and external guards and New Army soldiers all looked up and watched.

Yes, there are rumors outside that Cixi's deadline has not yet come, and it was Zhao Chuanxin who helped infuriated her to death and made her die before Guangxu.

In any case, Zhao Chuanxin has left the capital.

He and Morrison handed over the house deeds and books, and Zhao Chuanxin left the capital and headed north.

Braving the cold wind, he arrived near Suiyuan City in three hours.

His speed was not fast, and he stopped from time to time on the road, circling north and south. This was to complete his map at Xingyue's request.

In fact, this is the path Zhao Chuanxin has walked before, but Xingyue didn't have "eyes" at that time, so it had to "seeing is believing".

Near the Yellow River between Suiyuan and Baotou City, Zhao Chuanxin built a rock shack out of sand and built a small fireplace to sleep in the open air.

This kind of micro-project was already familiar to him, and he put on the mud trowel gloves without thinking and was done in a few or two strokes.

He actually has a faster way to travel than the Misty Traveler. He can ask Xingyue to call up the image at the end of his sight and teleport it instantly. It may be several kilometers, or it may be thirty or forty kilometers. It all depends on the weather and whether there are hills ahead. Mountains and rivers and other obstacles.

After such a fuss in the Forbidden City, the power of faith was absorbed much faster, enough for Zhao Chuanxin to teleport all the way to the sky, but he wanted to accumulate the power of faith for a while like a miser.

The shack is triangular in shape, with small fused quartz glass windows embedded in the stone walls on both sides. The Yellow River can be seen to the right of Zhao Chuanxin's recliner.

Zhao Chuanxin added firewood to the fireplace and then fell into the lounge chair.

Xingyue got into the body of the black and white puppet craftsman and was tinkering with something.

It has six arms and carries tools such as micro light knives, micro dragon breath jets, and cold welding heads.

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to take the "Code of the Old Gods", he heard a "chi-la" sound, and there was a flash of fire, and then there was a weak "bang", accompanied by fine white smoke rising.

Zhao Chuanxin was startled: "What are you doing?"

Xingyue said: Be the primer.

Zhao Chuanxin took a breath: "You know I don't have any protection right now, right? If there is a violent explosion, I will be killed."

Xingyue showed no emotion at all: No, the possibility of my making a mistake is zero. My sense of safe operation is incomparable to you humans.

Blanch!

Zhao Chuanxin just wanted to turn the page.

Xingyue added: Do you know why the skull of a salamander can explode?

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "I don't know."

Xingyue said: According to what I learned from the information originally stored by the black mechanical puppet, there are two types of food for salamanders, one is called oil-eating insects and the other is called fire beetles. Oil-eating bugs eat a plant called oilroot that grows underground in the Cursed Desert, and fire beetles eat a type of mycelium that can produce explosions that are so subtle that they are barely noticeable. Oil roots can burn and decompose quickly, and mycelium can produce subtle and continuous explosions when hit as a slow output unit. I remember you told Benjamin Goldberg that you wanted to develop grenades, and I will make them for you now, along with explosive arrows.

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin coughed and said, "I know you won't make mistakes and have a high level of safety awareness, but can you please go out and do the operation?"

Xingyue: Okay, then help me build another stone house, because the cold wind is too strong and affects the operation.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled bitterly.

He originally thought that he had transformed into a diligent person, but it was not until Xingyue gained "hands and legs", "eyes" and could "talk" that he realized that he was still a lazy person.

A thick stone house and operating platform were built next to it, and Zhao Chuanxin came back and lay down again.

Because there was a glass window over there, through his glass window, Zhao Chuanxin could faintly see firelight shining over there from time to time, which really frightened him.

He couldn't help but move his body back.

Open the "Code of Old Gods".

[My brother and sister studied and learned calligraphy with the craftsmen, and I spent every day selling goods at the Pioneer Partner Haven. I found that I like this kind of life. I have endless things to do every day, and I interact with different people every day, guessing their joys, sorrows, and joys. 】

Zhao Chuanxin envied "me", a down-to-earth and diligent person like Xingyue.

[The teenagers who used to come here often brought their families this time. They were so generous that they almost emptied me of my jasmine tea and silks. 】

After his energy was exhausted for the day, Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex" and played with a gold coin with big eyes in his hand, secretly regretting that it could not be purchased here.

Even the richest countries among the exporting powers cannot make money as fast as they export Rune City.

The wealth contained in Rune City made Zhao Chuanxian's eyes red.

When he was in the capital, he didn't dare to buy more, but only bought a small amount of silk as an experiment.

It was still early and he couldn't sleep. The gold coins in his big eyes were dazzling with yellow color, which made him unable to study peacefully, so he went outside to get sand to make glass to increase his inventory.

…

Since the advent of the telegraph, messages have been carried as fast as electricity.

Cixi and Guangxu died on the same day, and the news spread all over the country that day.

What was the reaction of officials from various regions in the country?

Wang Buying, the prefect of Liangzhou, immediately summoned a full battalion of military police in the north of the city to put the entire city on alert. The full camp in the north of the city divided half of its troops and headed west. They were preparing to enter the desert because they learned from the criminals captured by the team that resisted donation last time that there was a place called Tianshangfei in the desert.

It is said that all the brains of Lao Biaohui are flying in the sky in the desert, and Wang Buying is ready to kill this group of thieves in one fell swoop.

Xu Shichang, who had just returned to Fengtian outside the customs, also immediately put up strict defenses to prevent Japan and Russia, and of course, to prevent some people from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

Who is causing trouble?

For example, Anqing in the south.

Last year, Xu Xilin failed to launch an uprising in Anqing, but he left a little spark here.

For example, Xiong Chengji and Fan Chuanjia.

Xiong Chengji said to Fan Chuanjia and Xue Zhe: "Zhao Tanggong was so angry that Cixi died, Guangxu was poisoned by Cixi, and people's hearts were in turmoil. This is an excellent opportunity. I think the matter will start in these two days, and we can't delay it."

Fan Chuanjia was stunned: "Zhao Chuanxin made Cixi so angry? Is the news true?"

Xue Zhe scratched his head: "Mr. Zhao is really a strange person. Let me tell you first, how did he make Cixi angry to death?"

Xiong Chengji informed the two of them about the news he had learned.

Fan Chuanjia applauded loudly: "What a great Zhao Tangong, he is truly a role model for our generation!"

Xue Zhe clenched his fists: "I really want to meet Zhao Tangong!"

Xiong Chengji nodded in agreement, but then his face became solemn: "Zhao Tanggong has created an excellent opportunity for us, but we must not miss it. On October 26th, we will gather people and formulate a plan to start an incident..."

…

New York.

Situ Meitang was leading people to confront a group of people at the door of the bookstore.

These people wore long coats but also foreign hats, and they had to carry a civilized staff in their hands to show their status.

It's just the braid on the back of the head that looks nondescript and ridiculous.

These people are royalists.

"It's not like we don't give money to buy books, so why are we not allowed to buy them?" someone shouted to Situ Meitang.

Situ Meitang snorted coldly: "Buying books? How many people are there in your family? Why did you only buy "The Master in the Late Qing Dynasty"? Do your family members like to read illustrated magazines?"

"Do you care? I have money, so I can buy it."

"Have you seen those people?" Situ Meitang pointed to the outside and said: "They all wanted to buy "The Master of the Late Qing Dynasty", but you bought it. What should they do?"

"I don't care. If I have money to buy books, it's my freedom. Do you understand freedom? I guess you don't know anything."

Situ Meitang called to the bookstore clerk: "Look, they can buy books, but each person is limited to one book."

Recently, the originally unknown pictorial "The Master in the Late Qing Dynasty" has become popular.

The first is because the author is Zhao Chuanxin, a butcher of the Far East.

And Zhao Chuanxin had just defeated Tsarist Russia and was in the limelight for a while.

Everyone wants to see the Far Eastern Butcher who can paint and the Far Eastern Butcher who can tell stories.

The second reason is that overseas royalists bought the illustrated magazine "The Master in the Late Qing Dynasty" from all over the country, burned it after buying it, and cursed Zhao Chuanxin while burning it.

It's okay if they don't buy it, but if they do, it will attract the attention of New York people.

The more they rush to buy, the more these people flock to it.

Unexpectedly, the royalists had a counterproductive effect and indirectly helped Zhao Chuanxin to engage in hunger marketing.

In the midst of the commotion, someone suddenly shouted: "There is news from the country that both the emperor and the queen mother are dead. The queen mother was made angry to death by Zhao Chuanxin..."

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd was in an uproar.

Why are all the royalists out today?

Because Zhao Chuanxin had already predicted the deaths of Cixi and Guangxu in the new issue of "The Master of the Late Qing Dynasty".

Isn't it just a matter of these two days?

Some curious people want to buy the book and go back to verify it. If Zhao Chuanxin’s estimate is wrong, they can laugh at him. If Cixi and Guangxu really die, it will be another great spectacle. Furthermore, if Zhao Chuanxian predicted other things, knowledgeable people would be able to find business opportunities from these things.

Hence the current scene.

After the crowd's uproar, countless people flocked into the bookstore: "Bring me a copy of "The Master of the Late Qing Dynasty"..."

Situ Meitang and his people couldn't stop the excited crowd. Many of them were foreigners. They didn't care about royalists. Do they know who you are?

As a result, the bookstore was quickly sold out...