The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

It's still some distance from Shanghai.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin continued to lie down.

Zhao Yixian was beside him, seemingly ready to be dispatched at any time, but in fact he was racking his brains to think of the right words.

Zhao Chuanxin was going to do something to eat, so he took out the elf carving knife and a piece of turquoise carving brought back from the United States.

He carved a skeleton, and it was much easier to create a face than a normal character.

Zhao Yixian saw Zhao Chuanxin's miraculous carving techniques and swallowed his saliva, thinking that this was some kind of magic.

He asked: Zhao Shenxian, are you carving the corpse forest father in Tibet?

In this era, except for Tibetan works, there are very few such rebellious figurative works of art.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

Zhao Yixian asked again: Zhao Shenxian, can this thing be used in witchcraft?

Zhao Chuanxin blew away the foam on the surface of the turquoise skull, held it up and looked at it and said: Yixian, it is winter now. On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month every year, you only need to lift this object and chant Yun The seal script is too empty, and at the beginning of the catastrophe, it drifts and falls, sinks and floats. As soon as the four lines of the mysterious mantra come out, you will find...

Zhao Yixian's eyes were bright, his breathing became heavy, and he asked eagerly: What did you find?

Zhao Chuanxin put away the turquoise skull and said calmly: You will find that it is really cold when sailing in winter with the windows open. If you don't close the windows quickly, what are you waiting for?

...

After Zhao Yixian closed the window, Zhao Chuanxin took out the Old God Codex again.

Just after opening it, the hatch was opened, and Benjamin Goldberg came back in a hurry and said: Master, this is incredible, there is a woman on the deck who is disheveled and very cute...

Zhao Chuanxin stood up suddenly: What, such a thing could happen? What kind of behavior is this? Let's go and have a look. As a teacher, you have to criticize...

Zhao Yixian: ...

As Zhao Chuanxin said, his figure flashed, opened the Holy Light Channel, and instantly appeared on the deck outside the door.

At the moment of flash, Zhao Chuanxin was in a daze.

It's not a disheveled woman, but he just has a strange connection with the Code of the Old Gods.

He temporarily suppressed it and looked around. There was a woman holding a child next to her. The man next to her should be her husband.

The child was very young, still in his infancy.

Benjamin Goldberg followed out, and Zhao Chuanxin asked: Where is it?

Benjamin Goldberg pointed at the swaddled child and said, Isn't that what it is? It's disheveled and cute.

Zhao Chuanxin: ...

He said viciously: It's true that if you don't fight for three days, you will have to go to the house and uncover the tiles.

Benjamin Goldberg chuckled, not afraid.

Seeing the master and apprentice pointing at them, the man came over, frowned and asked, Excuse me, what's the matter?

It was actually in English.

Benjamin Goldberg said to Zhao Chuanxin: Master, it turns out he is not Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the man: It doesn't matter, no one is perfect.

The man: ...

His wife, on the other hand, reacted and laughed: This gentleman is really funny.

He spoke Chinese with a slight accent, and seemed to be from Jiangxi.

The man smiled bitterly: I'm going to make a plan, but my words are empty.

This little foreign devil's official language is smoother than his own, but it has a bit of a grainy flavor to it.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: What nonsense are you talking about, Chinese?

Zhang Mouzhi smiled and didn't want to talk anymore.

He didn't say anything, but Zhao Chuanxin came closer and looked at the infant child. She was a little girl, maybe only two years old. She was fair and fair, with regular facial features. She was really cute.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, the little girl's frown suddenly relaxed, she opened her mouth and burst into laughter, and stretched out her hand towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhang Mouzhi hurriedly stepped forward and stood between his wife and Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin: Why are you so stingy? Really. This little girl is destined to me. What is her name?

Zhang's wife said quickly: Zhang Leyi.

Zhang Mouzhi turned around and glared at his wife.

Eh? That's a good name. Zhao Chuanxin praised.

At this time, because Zhang Mouzhi blocked Zhao Chuanxin, Zhang Leyi opened her mouth and started crying.

Zhang's wife walked around Zhang Mouzhi and said, This gentleman is definitely a bad guy at first glance. Why are you blocking him?

Long hair but short of knowledge, what do women know? They know people but not their hearts. Zhang Mouzhi scolded.

When Zhang Leyi saw Zhao Chuanxin again, she became happy again and danced very happily.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly and stuffed the newly carved skull into Zhang Leyi's little hand.

Zhang Leyi took it and was about to stuff it into her mouth. Zhang Mou snatched it away and said, This thing looks very scary. I don't know how to wear it.

Zhang Leyi burst into tears again.

Zhang's wife took it from Zhang Mouzhi's hand and put it back into Zhang Leyi's little hand. The little girl started laughing again.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: I don't know, have you seen the five-skeleton crest on the head of the skull? This is called the Master of the Corpse Forest, also known as Potri Dappo. It is the unique protector of the deity Chakrasamvara and Dakini. Wearing this item will increase your wealth, bring you happiness and longevity, and get rid of disasters. I think you don’t know people, their faces, and their hearts.”

Zhao Yixian, who was watching the excitement from the side: ...

Zhuo, didn’t you deny that this was the father of Corpse Forest before? My heart twitched again, and I felt great physical pain.

This must be some kind of magic weapon, but Zhao Chuanxin gave it to a stranger casually.

Zhang Mouzhi couldn't help but blushed when he saw it.

Sure enough, there are five very small skulls on the top of the skull, connected together like a crown. The five small skeletons, which are so small and not much bigger than a grain of rice, are actually carved lifelike, and the carving skills are evident.

He hesitated: Thank you very much. I can pay.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: For the sake of this little guy, I won't argue with you.

Zhao Chuanxin likes children, and he has no one to teach Zhang Mouzhi how to behave.

He turned around and wanted to go to the bow of the ship to enjoy the wind and study the Code of the Old Gods.

But Zhang's wife suddenly asked: May I ask your name, sir?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: Your surname is Zhao, and your name is Chuanxin.

When Zhao Chuanxin had no taboos, it was whether to change his name or his surname.

Zhang's wife pursed her lips and smiled, this man was really interesting.

Zhang Mouzhi was stunned for a moment, the name sounded so familiar.

When Zhao Chuanxin had reached the bow of the ship, he was suddenly startled.

Uncle Kuon, is he actually the God of War?

Zhang’s wife: “What God of War?”

Zhang Leyi was chewing the turquoise stone and talking nonsense.

Zhang Mouzhi said: What else? Chipping Japanese and Portuguese warships, the newspaper said that Zhao Chuanxin drove the Portuguese out of the island. He is tall and has an accent outside the customs. Who else could it be if he wasn't Zhao Chuanxin?

Zhang's wife opened her mouth, her eyes bright: Quick, little girl, stop playing. Mom will tie a rope on you. This object will definitely ward off evil spirits!

Legend has it that Li Shimin had a nightmare and asked Yu Chigong and Qin Qiong to stand outside the door, so that evil spirits would not dare to enter.

The evil power of Zhao Chuanxin would not be allowed to Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong, so what he sent must have a similar effect.

But the little girl quit and cried loudly.

…

On the bow of the ship, Zhao Chuanxin took out the Old God Codex and took out a trace of the holy light from the old holy altar.

The other person flashed forward half a meter, but he didn't have the same feeling as before.

Zhao Chuanxin said Hey.

What's going on?

By the way, the Code of Old Gods was opened before.

Zhao Chuanxin opened it and consumed another trace of the energy in the old sacred altar.

Suddenly, the Old God Code seemed to have an unmatched suction force. Zhao Chuanxin felt that he was out of control at all, as if his body was being torn apart, but there was no pain, but his consciousness was being pulled repeatedly.

The feeling appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly asked Benjamin Goldberg next to him: Did you just see my body move?

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: Master, I look at the shore. We are almost to Shanghai.

It's nothing. Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhao Yixian again: Did you see it?

Zhao Yixian shook his head: Not moving. Zhao Shenxian, what's going on? Could it be that you are going crazy?

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him, looked around and found an erected wooden pillar. He walked over and used a trace of the energy of the old sacred altar.

That feeling of being pulled at the soul reappeared.

disappear.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it, and it seemed that the distance from the pillar had not changed.

He took two steps around and tried again.

After the feeling disappeared, I found that it had not changed.

Zhao Chuanxin tries again.

Benjamin Goldberg clapped his hands over there: Master, what a trick for King Qin to circle the pillar.

Zhao Yixian: ...

Zhao Shenxian's apprentice is afraid that he will become useless.

Zhao Chuanxin glared at his apprentice and pondered in his mind.

Could it be that he is sucking his own life force?

But it's not like that, because he has lost his life many times and is very sensitive to that feeling.

In fact, there is another way, which is to increase the output of the old sacred altar.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to do that, for fear of something unexpected happening.

At least not here.

He asked Benjamin Goldberg in a low voice: If I fall into a coma or something similar, do you have any way to protect my teacher's personal safety?

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head simply: Master, no.

In fact, Master’s enemies are everywhere.

Who can guarantee this?

If anyone found out that Master was unconscious, it would be more popular than Tang Monk's meat.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the shore and said helplessly: Forget it, wait until we get to Shanghai.

Actually it's not that far.

After traveling for another half an hour, the ship docked at the port.

Zhao Chuanxin has been to Shanghai before, and there is nothing new.

It seems that Zhao Yixian, an old Jianghu, has also been here.

Only Benjamin Goldberg watched with interest.

When getting off the boat, Zhao Chuanxin met Zhang Mouzhi and his wife again.

Zhang Mouzhi wanted to say hello, but couldn't wipe his face away.

Zhang's wife smiled at Zhao Chuanxin, looking quite pretty.

Zhang Leyi was much more enthusiastic. She could see Zhao Chuanxin clearly from a few meters away and stretched out her hand Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, and the melodious cry of the thrush came from his palm.

Ganfan: Woof woof woof...

After leaving the pier, a wheelbarrow saw three people and a dog, and hurriedly stepped forward to attract business.

It can be seen that these three people are all empty-handed, and they can't help but feel disappointed: I am really wasting my time, otherwise the luggage business of the couple holding the child next to me will not be taken away by their colleagues.

Their unicycle has a special structure and can accommodate people on both sides.

What's not very particular is that it happens to be two people traveling, and one person can sit on one side and still maintain balance. Add a suitcase or luggage and put it on the rack above the wheels.

Zhao Chuanxin waved to the rickshaw driver, and the man bumped over with the cart: Three people are crowded, so we have to pay extra.

Don't worry. Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: I won't let you make this kind of money. Just hold them together and I'll call another one.

The driver's already dark face turned even darker.

When both cars were ready, the driver asked: Where to go?

Zhao Chuanxin: No. 33 on the Bund.

The driver squinted his eyes and said stupidly: Sir, are you talking about some kind of mansion?

British Consulate General.

The driver of the car carrying Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian next to him wanted to make an offer.

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him, and then asked another driver: How much?

The honest coachman said: Sir, it's 40 cents.

The shrewd driver's face fell.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart: What a piece of shit, it can't cure you?

He used to pity them, but later he learned that the rickshaw pullers at this time were making money just like the delivery boys in the 21st century. The key point is that most of the delivery boys had good moral character, but these drivers were much more slippery.

There is a basis for saying that people who work in a car, boat, shop or shop should be killed even if they are not guilty.