The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was already on his way to Kurdex.

He saw private detective Frank Gale on the road and summoned him to the car.

Mr. Zhao, I didn't mean to spy on your whereabouts.

Frank Gale nervously explains.

Why are you nervous about talking to a nice guy like me?

Frank Gale looked at the big black guy next to him and really wanted to complain.

Mr. Zhao, I got some information for you, but not much.

Okay, just don't hide it. You know, amiable people also have tempers.

... Sure enough, he knew that it was just a polite word. John Vaughan said that there was some kind of agreement reached with the consortium, and they wanted to expel you peacefully.

This was all within Zhao Chuanxin's expectation, it was just further confirmation.

Any more?

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was disapproving, Frank Gale scratched his head: Besides me keeping an eye on you, they also hired other detectives to keep an eye on Jesse Livermore. That's all for now.

Then I have to go out now. Do you know how to report?

Sweat broke out on Frank Gale's forehead: Mr. Zhao, please make it clear.

Go back and tell the mayor that I seem to be in trouble, hiding in the manor and refusing to go out.

I see.

Mishan pulled the cart, and Zhao Chuanxin, Marcus Nkrumah, Benjamin Goldberg, Li Shutong and Ning An rode in the cart, while William Hope rode the horse Zhao Chuanxin prepared for them.

The group bypassed the town and walked south along the road.

At the fork in the road, Zhao Chuanxin called to stop Mi Shan.

He got out of the car, walked to the car behind, and patted the cabin.

Li Shutong and Liu Yuanshan got out of the car carrying heavy suitcases.

I'll send you a thousand miles away, but I'll have to say goodbye in the end.

Liu Yuanshan's eyes were red: Brother Charcoal Burner, I will definitely study hard.

Zhao Chuanxin was not as playful as usual, but said seriously: Live up to your youth, live up to your time; live up to your dreams, live up to your future.

Every word is deeply imprinted in Liu Yuanshan's heart.

Li Shutong sighed: To this day, I still don't understand that I came to the United States out of nowhere and have to go to Chicago to study.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: Your life must be full of twists and turns so that your mind can never stop.

Once he stops, it's time for him to become a monk.

Li Shutong smiled bitterly: What's the point of bothering? You have money but nowhere to spend it?

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin should have spent money to help the two of them enter school, not to mention that he also paid for the tuition and part of the living expenses.

I am quite wealthy. Zhao Chuanxin said calmly. I hope you will succeed in your studies.

This is better than pretending.

Ning An, who was driving, jumped out of the car and shook hands with Li Shutong and Liu Yuanshan respectively.

They said goodbye to each other.

From east to west, several people have established deep friendships.

Since then, they were far apart, and Li Shutong said with emotion: I thought of a lyric.

Zhao Chuanxin was finally happy: Just hold it in, hold it in and write later.

This really stifled Li Shutong.

The song Farewell got stuck in my throat, which was very uncomfortable.

But……

Zhao Chuanxin hummed: Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky...

I am...

Li Shutong's eyes widened.

He had feelings about this foreign country and this scene, but he actually didn't have a complete song or lyrics yet.

However, Zhao Chuanxin's words directly expressed his inner voice.

Liu Yuanshan burst into tears.

You... Li Shutong didn't know what to say.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: There are only ten fights in the world. I have stolen one fight from you, and now I have nine fights to myself. Let's go, in vain!

When Zhao Chuanxin got on the bus, the horse's hooves were beating.

Li Shutong was confused: What do you mean? What does it mean to steal my bucket?

Thinking of Zhao Chuanxin's magic skills, is it possible...

No wonder, I always feel like I don't have enough brain recently. So it turned out that he stole it?

Li Shutong began to doubt life.

Mr. Li. Liu Yuanshan sobbed and was deeply moved by the song Farewell. let's go.

Oh, okay, okay...

…

Mishan is an impatient horse.

It wanted to pull the cart on a whim, but after running for a while it felt boring. No matter how much Ning An shouted and drank, it just couldn't move away.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped out of the carriage, put a horse on it, and liberated Mi Shan.

He put the saddle on Mishan and got on the horse.

Anyway, now he has left the confines of North Tarrytown and is no longer afraid of other people's prying eyes.

Master, my reason tells me that I should also ride a horse.

Benjamin Goldberg's head poked out of the carriage window and spoke in Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: When did you learn Chinese?

“My mind teaches me a lot.”

Zhao Chuanxin, who never believed in ghosts and gods, suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

One morning, he felt something was wrong. At that time, his head was in a haze and he couldn't figure it out.

Now his head seems to have been struck by lightning: Benjamin can actually talk to Qianfan?

There is a rumor in China that knowledge is born and given by nature.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes. Could there be some secret that he didn't know about?

So, he lied to Benjamin Goldberg and said: You cunning evil disciple, don't think that my teacher can't tell. Now tell me in front of me, how did you learn Chinese?

Benjamin Goldberg was stunned: Everything I said is true.

Xin said if you saw it, why would you ask?

Marcus Nkrumah also stuck his head out: Sir, I also want to ride a horse.

What horse are you riding? It's good if the horse doesn't ride you.

William Hope and the others wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. They were choked and deflated.

Benjamin Goldberg asked Gan Fan: Master, why did he ask me about Chinese?

Woof woof woof...

But I just understand you.

Woof woof woof...

I can understand first, and then I can speak. Sometimes, as long as you open your mouth, even if I block my ears, I can understand what you want to express.

Qianfan was stunned.

It means reading less, don’t lie to it.

Cooldex is really not that far from North Tarrytown.

When it got dark, we were already on the outskirts.

It was a desolate place, with a church standing there.

Seeing that everyone looked tired, Zhao Chuanxin said, Let's go to the church to rest for the night and start again tomorrow.

William Hope hesitated: Sir, churches generally do not allow overnight stays.

After all, Americans generally have faith and awe of God.

What is this? In China, ancient temples in the mountains have always been a good place to spend the night, such as Lanruo Temple.

William Hope did not dare to refute, so he could only tie up the horse.

Zhao Chuanxin knocked on the door of the church.

Faintly, a man who looked like a priest could be seen opening the door.

It was already dark, and the priest didn't carry a lamp. It was like a black mist rubbing into the shadows, eerie and terrifying.

William Hope felt inexplicably a little timid.

But Zhao Chuanxin dispersed all the air-conditioning with just one sentence: Hey, boss, here are four rooms, five pounds of beef, and one pound of good wine.

William Hope: ...

The priest leaned his head and placed his upper body in the soft light of the lantern.

It turned out that he was just an ordinary old priest with gray temples, and he looked very kind.

Everyone except Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief.

The priest was surprised and said: Young man, this is a church, not a hotel.

It's all the same. If you don't have good wine or food, you can just have some. If I give you the money, it will be donated to the church.

The priest said, I'm not prepared for this.

Not prepared? It doesn't matter. I have brought my own ingredients, including pots and pans.

Priest: ...

William Hope almost squirted when he saw the priest's deflated appearance.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Ning An a wink.

Ning An was an introverted and shy person, but he bravely walked around the priest and pushed the door open.

The priest hurriedly said: This lady...

Ning An interrupted him: Sir, I am sir.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and put the money into the priest's hand: We are all brothers from all over the world. We are traveling for convenience. I advise you not to lose face.

As he spoke, he stepped forward, pushed past the priest, and entered the church.

When he walked in, he saw a disheveled woman who hurriedly used clothes to cover her dry body.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

I am Cao, no wonder I am blocking you horizontally and vertically to prevent you from entering.

The reason lies here.

He turned around and patted the priest on the shoulder: It's such a big deal, it's true. Eating and drinking men and women, man's great desires exist.

In fact, all Chinese words can be translated into English.

For example, The Analects of Confucius, translated by James Gretel, is a classic.

The priest was embarrassed.

Anyway, he had already been seen. He broke the jar and stretched out his hand: Please come in.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately let go of him when he saw him, which was quite free and easy. He smiled and said, But this is the first time I've seen you do this in a church. You really know how to play.

The priest blushed: I am a Christian clergyman, not a Catholic.

It's all the same.

...

When everyone went in, the priest lost his guard when he saw adults and children.

No evil person would bring a child to do bad things.

When he saw the big black man Marcus Nkrumah, he didn't mean to dislike him.

He said: It just so happens that we haven't had dinner either, so I'll go prepare it.

Between delicious food and laziness, Zhao Chuanxin chose laziness.

Anyway, I had enough money, so I let the priest cook.

In small churches, the priest does not have an additional residence and lives in a room within the church.

The restaurant is small.

A group of people walked in and it was packed.

After sitting down, it didn't take long for the food to be served.

The wizened and thin woman, who looked very shy, with her blond hair tied behind her head, came over with a pursed mouth and a soup bowl that was disproportionate to her body size.

Ning An felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and William Hope coughed twice.

Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah just waited to eat.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the dinner plate for Qianfan and filled it with the same thing.

Ganfan knows etiquette very well and will never eat first in a hurry.

Not long after, the priest and the woman walked to the dining room together and took the first and second positions respectively.

The priest held hands together and stood on the table:

Gentlemen, let us say our pre-dinner prayers.