The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The fight was going on in the field, when suddenly someone outside the field shouted: What a felling sword, patrolling Iron Ruler lunging to block, and slashing down.

The man unexpectedly attacked and kicked him from behind.

Abao was good at swordsmanship, so he turned around and slashed horizontally, forcing the patrolman to withdraw his legs.

A diagonal slash, the patrolman was in danger, and the iron ruler had no time to parry.

A good patrolman turned around and swept Tang's legs to resolve the crisis. Po's big feet could run and jump, and he avoided it directly.

Oh, the thimble continues to numb, a pair of swords that has been lost for a long time in the world, it is really amazing...

At first, the people were dissatisfied with Zhao Chuanxin's yelling, but with his explanation, they gradually started to understand.

For example, the thimble needle to extend the numbness technique used by Lao Shizi is not like when the needle is extended for presbyopia, the tip of the hemp thread is trying to fit into the eye of the needle.

The sword is hemp, and the part in the middle of the three flutes of the patrol iron ruler is the needle nose.

I couldn't help but look at Zhao Chuanxin, then look at the field, and compare: Oh, this is called specialization in the art!

But I heard Zhao Chuanxin continue to shout: A Bao's body is soft, and he kicks from the middle and back. One sword throws the sword, one sword shows a cold light, two swords cut the bones and bones, three swords scare the ghosts and gods...

Oh, now we see that a patrolman has failed...

As Zhao Chuanxin explained, Abao, who had the upper hand, was disturbed by the voice that was not loud but could be heard clearly.

She was originally going to stab a policeman's arm with her sword, but after Zhao Chuanxin explained it, the policeman actually raised his iron ruler in time to block it, causing Abao to miss the mark.

In fact, things were not going well for the patrol. A sweeper was about to succeed, but Abao had the chance to dodge it.

The fight between the two sides became more and more chaotic, and Zhao Chuanxin's explanation made them feel a little at a loss.

In the end, A Bao Rabbit flew away, panting heavily and dripping with sweat.

She glared at Zhao Chuanxin fiercely and ran towards the prison car.

The prisoner in the car pushed back his hair and bared his teeth in a lewd smile: Suck you... you little lady, you are willing to rob the prison car for me. Even if you die, you are still a ghost.

Abao was shocked to find that it was not Jin Kunxiu in the prison car.

His clear and translucent eyes were suddenly filled with tears and looked even more watery.

She didn't know who to hate at this time.

Hate patrol? Hate the prisoner? Or...she looked at Zhao Chuanxin outside the court, who was holding a bald head, clenched her teeth, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin with her sword, then turned around and ran away.

The patrolmen and county officials did not dare to chase this powerful woman who looked like Little Pepper. Instead, they all looked at Zhao Chuanxin speechlessly.

What nonsense!

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands on his sleeves and bared his teeth in amusement, looking like a handsome silly monk.

He looked around to see if there was any excitement.

He just got into the crowd, got back in the car, opened the window, lit a cigar and said, Honk the horn and move forward.

Benjamin Goldberg was obedient, stepped on the accelerator, shifted into second gear, and rushed forward while honking.

This time, the people finally knew how to dodge.

An old woman with gray hair smacked her lips and walked slowly after watching the excitement.

Benjamin Goldberg kept honking his horn.

Normally, the old woman would hide for a moment when she got there, but she didn't and continued to linger.

Benjamin Goldberg slowed down and waited for her. When he was passing by, the old woman lightly touched the car and immediately sat on the ground: Oh my God, someone was killed. Let's comment...

Benjamin Goldberg is at a loss.

Obviously I haven't experienced any trouble.

Zhao Chuanxin stuck his head out: Cough...tui...

A mouthful of spit accurately hit the old woman's forehead.

The old woman wiped her forehead, which was sticky. She looked at Zhao Chuanxin in disbelief, and immediately became furious. She said to the patrolman who was covering his injured arm and did not dare to pursue A Bao: Everyone, look at this. People bumped into each other in broad daylight and even vomited in their faces...

The rogue who was kicked away by Zhao Chuanxin before also took the opportunity to shout: Yes, yes, he was an adult just now.

Just now, those patrol officers thought that Zhao Chuanxin was a monk from some temple, because his bald head was too dazzling in the sun.

When he saw the Rolls-Royce, his body was shaken and he pushed the old lady away: Get out of here, you blind old immortal.

Then he raised his hands and said to the butt of the car: I have met Mr. Zhao.

In the whole of Suzhou, there is just such a flashy foreign car, and Zhao Chuanxin during the Spring Festival event has caused foreigners to shed their blood in Xiannong. Now, which patrolman doesn't know that this car belongs to Zhao Chuanxin?

It turned out that the person who was making noise just now was Mr. Zhao.

The God of War is the God of War, no wonder he speaks so clearly and so well.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out the hand holding the cigar out of the car window and waved it, and the smoke drifted away in the wind.

The clouds are light and the wind is gentle...

The patrolman holding his arms shook his head and clicked his tongue, willing to lick the dog: Mr. Zhao, you are so charming...

Suzhou is criss-crossed by rivers and has developed waterways.

Without navigation, it is quite difficult to get out.

Zhao Yixian leaned out from behind, leaned on the driver's seat and pointed: Benjamin, turn west...that's wrong, I said the next intersection. Oops, you missed the best route, otherwise the latitude and longitude will be straight. It’s all around, no matter which way you go, it makes sense…”

In fact, although Zhao Yixian has been here before, he can't remember every path.

Not every bridge is open to traffic.

As I walked, I went in a circle, but I didn't go far in a straight line.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that they were all phoenix chicks and crouching dragons, he simply said: Come on, let's change places, and you can sit in front and direct.

Zhao Yixian wished for this.

So Zhao Chuanxin sat in the back row.

He is not afraid of overturning, and even if he does, it will be difficult to get hurt at this speed.

In the back row, Zhao Chuanxian took out his drawing board, clamped the paper, took a pencil and started smearing, designing a ring.

The ring face is very unique, it is a coiled dragon.

The dragon's head is exaggeratedly big, and it holds a mini abacus bead in its mouth. There is a hole in the middle of the abacus bead, and space should be left in the hole to accommodate a micro bearing.

This is a test of technology.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly drew a sketch, ignoring the quarrel between the two people in front and Gan Fan who was beside him, while he was alone in the back row, bowing his head and thinking.

Cutting metal, no matter how small it is, is not difficult for Zhao Chuanxin as long as it is visible to the naked eye.

The difficulty is that there is no spray gun, methane and hydrogen and oxygen. Zhao Chuanxin is really blind when he wants to weld gold and silver.

After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly remembered the old sacred fire.

How do snake people control fire?

He knew that the snake man's ability to control flames was inseparable from the old sacred fire.

When he steals the old sacred fire, the Snake Man will no longer play with fire.

In this way, the old sacred fire is a bit like Nikola Tesla's radio - it can remotely receive electricity and light a light bulb.

So if you play with fire remotely, you won't have to worry about bedwetting?

Zhao Chuanxin's heart moved.

If they are all relics of the old gods, will the old sacred fire operate in the same way as the old sacred altar?

However, the methods of using the old god's chamber pot and the old sacred altar are quite different.

It seems that there is not just one old god, or that there are many incarnations of the old gods, and each incarnation leaves behind different things?

Zhao Chuanxin planned to give it a try.

He sensed the flame in his consciousness the same way he sensed the old sacred altar.

Not moving at all, not making any waves.

Zhao Chuanxin did not believe in evil and used various methods in turn.

…

He Gangde, the prefect of Suzhou, received the news as soon as Zhao Chuanxin left.

When the British Consul General in Shanghai, Zhe Meisen, heard that one of his compatriots had died in Suzhou, he didn't care who the culprit was, and he didn't ask He Gangde to find the culprit. He just wanted an explanation.

And protested to the Qing court.

Obviously, Zhemeisen couldn't offend Zhao Chuanxin, but he could blackmail the Qing court.

So He Gangde was very worried.

Why did a great Spring Festival celebration turn into a murder scene?

According to the person who wiped away the blood stains, the bright red color on the Xiannong altar could not be washed away even though they used foreign soap and a bristle brush.

Maybe he really complied with Zhao Chuanxin's words - blood sacrifice to Spring Ox?

This incident was widely circulated among the people for a time, and the more it spread, the more evil it became.

They gave Zhao Chuanxin the names of various gods, who came down to earth to save the people.

In addition, Jin Kunxiu was captured today, He Gangde gritted his teeth, so he reported to Taihu to perform drills to deter the Taihu bandits.

He also told the county office: There is no need to go to Taohuawu, Jin Kunxiu can be sentenced to Ming Zhengdian directly in the prison!

It is too easy to kill a person in prison, and then carry the body out to show the public after death to warn the bandits in Taihu Lake.

However, Zhao Chuanxian didn't know these.

He was wrestling with the old sacred fire.

I've tried every conceivable method, but the old sacred fire won't move.

Zhao Chuanxin gave up.

Seeing that the two people in front were still arguing about the route, Zhao Chuanxin became angry: What does the mother have a long mouth for? Can't we just go down and ask for directions?

Zhao Yixian got out of the car dejectedly and asked for directions, then turned around and said, Zhao Shenxian, let's go north towards Changzhou, and then west to Hankou.

Zhao Chuanxin is doing everything he can, and wherever he goes, he is not going anywhere.

It's easy, just walk along the canal.

However, not far away, a group of men wearing ragged coats suddenly appeared in front of them, each holding a sword.

The leader, with black sleeves and savage boots, has a handsome face, a little baby fat on his face, two thick braids, and his dress and makeup are very different from the women at this time. He is none other than Abao.

The two swords in Abao's hands were now replaced by a spear.

She stood up with her spear, blocking the road. Her eyes were filled with tears, but there was an evil look on her face.

Benjamin Goldberg slammed on the brakes, and the car slid for a meter on the muddy fieldside road before stopping.

Zhao Chuanxin lazily got out of the car, put his hands in his sleeves, and said with bared teeth: A good dog doesn't block the road, and any dog ​​that blocks the road is not a good dog.

Abao raised his spear and pointed it at Zhao Chuanxin: It's all your fault for delaying me from rescuing my husband. You're a mean-mouthed monk. I'll kill you first to sacrifice my husband's soul in heaven.

Oh, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly realized that Jin Kunxiu had been executed at such a fast speed that there was no chance of reprieve at all.

A group of Taihu bandits in disguise started making noise behind Abao, but there was not much sadness on their faces.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, his thumbs twirled around, and he looked up to the sky and said, The poor monk pinched his fingers and calculated. You are a bit flattering to your husband. He can't go to heaven after death, and he can't be said to be a spirit in heaven.

Abao was sad and angry. After hearing what Zhao Chuanxin said, he was furious and cried: My husband and I never killed anyone to get money, and my husband never picked flowers when he got money. Now he is on the list of criminals. Zhang, who is caught in the trap of the law, cannot escape death. God is so unfair, and God must make up for it. How can you, an evil monk, say that he cannot go to heaven?

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that the little widow should be given BGM at this time - we are all working hard to survive...

He chuckled: Only taking money, not hurting lives? Oh, you are quite proud of your feelings, right? Do you want me to carve you a medal for the best Taihu pirate?

Abao was so angry that he hit the ground hard with his spear, raised it again, and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin: Today, I will first kill you, the shameless monk with a sharp tongue...

Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid, but sneered and said: Little widow, you are both sharp-tongued and toothless, but do you still have any teeth?

Ah, I'll kill you...

Benjamin Goldberg put his head in the driver's seat and asked, Master, do you need me to help you?

The ecstasy lamp was carried on his back at all times, even when he slept.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: No, remember, taking care of the little widow is our master's specialty.