The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

A little old man in his sixties, with a gray beard but well-maintained skin, walked over with his hands behind his back.

He looks very dignified at first glance, and anyone can tell that he is no ordinary person.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin and the table full of delicacies, he asked in astonishment: Who is this mage?

This was the first time I saw a monk eating and drinking so blatantly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even stand up and said lazily: The poor monk Thunderbolt Hun Yuan Shou - Cheng Kun. Who are you?

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was so generous, the old man was a little angry and said in a deep voice: I am Sheng Xuanhuai!

Damn it, no matter in the north or south, there is no one who has not heard of his name as the richest man!

Just like in later generations, no one knows the surname Ma.

The key is that Sheng Xuanhuai is still an official and is in an important position.

Ever since he defeated Hu Xueyan, did you know that Sheng Xuanhuai has never had another opponent?

However, Zhao Chuanxin still sat as calm as a mountain and said calmly: Oh, Xuanhuai, sit down and eat together.

Sheng Xuanhuai: ...

I really want to introduce myself to my family again.

So that he could hear clearly who he really was.

Sheng Xuanhuai saw Zhao Chuanxin with his legs crossed, a shiny bald head, and a string of Rudraksha embellished with gold and silver embellished with turquoise hanging around his neck, smoking leisurely, and somehow he couldn't get angry at all.

He has an entourage, but the rules of this world don't mean that if you have a high position, you can let your subordinates take someone who you don't like.

He had no choice but to bypass Zhao Chuanxin and scolded Sheng Enyi: Why don't you get up quickly and follow me back to the cabin?

Sheng Enyi was in a hurry to leave just now, but after hearing Zhao Chuanxin's story and seeing Zhao Chuanxin's power of one punch, he didn't want to leave.

Sailing is boring, but this man is interesting.

He hesitated: Dad, I'm actually not sleepy yet.

You traitor, follow me back quickly. Sheng Xuanhuai scolded.

Sheng Enyi had no choice but to stand up, but Zhao Chuanxin reached out and stopped him: Hey, little brat, you haven't paid the bill yet, why do you want to eat the King's meal?

Sheng Enyi looked at Sheng Xuanhuai: Dad, please pay the bill for this table of food...

His family really doesn't need this little money.

I don’t feel bad if I sell my father’s land.

But Sheng Xuanhuai's nose was so angry: What? Why do you want to settle accounts? Did you order this meal?

Before doing this, Sheng Enyi might have directly denied it.

Because his father is here, he has a backer.

How many people in the Qing Dynasty dare not give face to their father?

But now, he hesitated and said: Well, maybe I ordered it...

Sheng Xuanhuai saw that Sheng Enyi didn't even have bowls and chopsticks in front of him. How could it be that he ordered it?

So he said angrily: No matter, let this monk tie the knot himself.

Zhao Chuanxin lined up a row of tables, and there was a bang sound, which was especially loud at night.

Everyone in the restaurant looked here in astonishment.

Zhao Chuanxin said fiercely: The cook worked hard to prepare a sumptuous meal. Xuan Huai, but you want to eat the king's meal. I can't afford to lose this person to you, you know? You're losing your status!

No matter how magnanimous Sheng Xuanhuai was, he couldn't help it anymore: That's unreasonable. Do you know who I am?

What? Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: Is your father also Li Gang?

Sheng Xuanhuai: ...

Zhao Chuanxin said: If your father hadn't been Li Gang, you would have settled the bill as soon as possible. He's so anxious and angry today. He doesn't look like a man who is almost eighty at all.

Sheng Enyi's eyes widened: My father is not even 65 yet.

Zhao Chuanxin was picking his teeth, and his teeth were a little stuffed with deer tendons: This is not important. What is important is that your father is too stingy. Why, is there no business in the family? My old cousin's fourth aunt's eldest brother's name is Zhang Daquan. My eldest son also has a hair-shaving shop in five counties away. Look at how you two look like men in clothes, why can’t you pay for a meal?”

Sheng Enyi: ...

I can't wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

How embarrassing would it be for those three eldest sons to act like scumbags in such a large public place?

He, Sheng Laosi, really couldn't afford to disgrace this person.

Sheng Xuanhuai was trembling with anger and coldness.

After so many years, no one dared to mess around with him like this.

He pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: Which temple do you belong to?

Zhao Chuanxin sat down on the chair and said: Lingshan, Daleiyin Temple!

you……

Sheng Enyi nodded: Dad, it's true. He and Brother Tathagata can break the planet with one punch!

Shut up, you idiot! Sheng Xuanhuai was furious.

The waiter in the restaurant recognized Sheng Xuanhuai. When he saw the two men being sprayed with disgrace by a monk, he hurriedly said: Sheng Zuotang, please pay. That's really a slap in the face. Let's take the young master back to the cabin and leave this place to the young man. Just do it.

Sheng Xuanhuai was called to Beijing last year and was promoted to the right minister of the Mail and Ship Department, but a few years ago, he was already the left minister of the Ministry of Industry.

That is a second-grade official.

He respected Zuo, so outsiders also called him Zuotang.

This is an honorific title, just like the world calls Li Hongzhang Li Zhongtang.

Sheng Xuanhuai glanced at the clerk, he was an exciting person, and secretly made a note of this person, not wanting to promote him.

He snorted and rolled his sleeves to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and took a step forward. He was tall and had long legs. He took three steps in front of Sheng Xuanhuai and stopped him: Eh? Xuanhuai, you are too angry. If you listen to my brother's advice, your anger will hurt your liver.

Who the hell is your brother?

Sheng Xuanhuai gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: Come here.

He came to the restaurant without his entourage, but the entourage was waiting outside. After hearing this, two powerful men came in a hurry.

Sheng Xuanhuai pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: Escort this monk and drive him off the boat when he reaches Zhenjiang Prefecture.

Here!

The two of them were about to reach out to catch Zhao Chuanxin.

But Zhao Chuanxin was faster. His hand came first, grabbed the two men's arms, and pulled them towards him.

The two of them didn't expect that the monk would dare to resist. Unexpectedly, he was pulled by a strange force and involuntarily rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled, then bent his elbows to face the two men.

Duang…

The two of them were hit so hard that stars appeared in their eyes and they staggered back.

Zhao Chuanxin winked at Sheng Enyi and Runtu: Watch it, punch a little friend.

As he said that, while the two of them were knocked stiff by elbows, he stepped forward and threw two uppercuts as fast as lightning, one punch at a time, and the one who hit them fell down.

Zhao Chuanxin clasped his hands together and said: Amitabha, it's so good. The two donors have traveled a long distance and now they finally get the sleep of a baby.

The visual impact was so strong that the two teenagers couldn't take their eyes off it, feeling inexplicably excited.

Sheng Xuanhuai was dumbfounded.

Should he, an old man in his sixties, be allowed to fight in person?

He was a little at a loss.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: Xuan Huai, I heard that you are going to mortgage the iron ore of the iron factory to the Japanese. Take my advice, if you have the money, you can pay for it yourself, don't sell the ore.

Sheng Xuanhuai's expression changed: This matter is not something you, a monk, can comment on.

Who the hell do you think you are if you are a monk? Still want to participate in national affairs?

He glanced at Sheng Enyi suspiciously again, suspecting that he was the one who said it.

At the same time, it was also confirmed that Zhao Chuanxin knew his name, Sheng Xuanhuai, but he just didn't take him seriously.

Who is this monk?

Sheng Enyi looked at his father innocently, wondering why he was staring at her.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, I'll help you with a divination.

As he said that, he stretched out his finger and pointed it out. His face became solemn for a moment: Huh? It's the peeling hexagram. The top is Gen and the bottom is Kun. If it's not good, there will be a destiny. Wind and rain will erode the rock corners, and the corners of the rocks will collapse. It's a big disaster! If you insist on doing this, I am afraid that I will lose my money and my business partners will suffer disaster.

Sheng Xuanhuai's eyelids twitched: That's nonsense. What do you, a monk, want to do? The ship is about to dock. Zhenjiang Prefecture has thousands of soldiers, well-equipped and well-trained. Don't make the mistake!

You can defeat two people, how dare you face thousands of troops?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: In short, you are in trouble. In recent days, you must be careful and don't do anything treasonous. The poor monk takes the first step.

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin came to the side of the ship and jumped into the air.

Sheng Xuanhuai came to the side of the boat. In front of him was Zhenjiang Mansion.

He saw Zhao Chuanxin's figure disappearing on the turbulent river.

This is a bit evil.

Sheng Enyi hurriedly said: Dad, that mage is very profound. It's true. I won't lie to you. You'd better listen to what he says.

Sheng Xuanhuai snorted coldly: Those who pretend to be gods and ghosts are just relying on their physical strength to hurt people and talk nonsense. You rebellious son, how can you believe his lies?

Sheng Enyi couldn't listen at all. He was in his rebellious stage. He was unconvinced and said: Since he said that doing business with the Japanese will be a disaster, dad, just watch, our trip will definitely not go smoothly.

Huh... Sheng Xuanhuai was really angry with his son: Hanyang Iron Works, Daye Iron Mine and Pingxiang Coal Mine clearly produce a lot of money, but they can suffer losses year after year. There are many disadvantages in this. My father sent people abroad to inspect and brought back New technology can make a profit as long as changes are made. Who doesn't need money to purchase equipment to maintain operations? The amount is not small, so what if you don't borrow money from the Japanese? This involves a major matter for the country, what do you know?

At this time, Runtu, who didn't understand this, timidly interrupted: Fourth Young Master Sheng, can I take these leftovers with me? My parents haven't eaten much on the boat.

Not only the leftovers, but also the canned food Zhao Chuanxin asked for for him.

Sheng Enyi rolled his eyes and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder: Runtu, your family of three lives on a banquet at the bottom of the boat, right?

The casual seats are the lowest class cabins. There is a lot of space there, but it is dark and humid with no ventilation. Hundreds of people are crowded together. The mats are laid out randomly on the floor or simply covered with cardboard.

There are also their belongings, bamboo baskets for chickens and ducks, hardwood packing boxes, suitcases, and even furniture such as the Eight Immortals table. They are always miscellaneous and have everything. You can imagine the smell and environment.

No wonder Runtu likes to walk on the deck.

The only advantage is that the tickets are cheap.

Runtu nodded: Yes.

Sheng Enyi said: Looking at Master Chengkun's gentle attitude towards you, I think you will have some good fortunes in the future. Why don't I pay to help you upgrade to the first class...

Runtu was so frightened that he waved his hands quickly: No, no, we are fine. I just want to take the leftovers back to them.

Seeing that he refused, Sheng Enyi ordered the waiter: Help bring the things and deliver them.

Runtu refused again: I can do it myself. I just need to make two more trips. There is no need to bother this elder brother.

I want it... Sheng Enyi insisted with a fierce face.

After Sheng Xuanhuai took him away, he asked him: What are you doing?

Sheng Enyi said proudly: Dad, you always taught me to know how to recognize people. You see, I have a very discerning eye now. I can tell at a glance that the young man will definitely not be a thing in the pool in the future, so I will show you some small favors in advance...

He really didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin was kind to all poor people, and he treated children regardless of high or low.

Even if you know that he will be a prodigal son in the future, you are just teasing him at this time and will not really hurt him.

Sheng Xuanhuai looked up to the sky and sighed: Hey!

Who does this stupid thing follow?

Besides, it took Zhao Chuanxin a few minutes to return to the inn.

The inn was quiet and the door was closed.

Zhao Chuanxin went to knock on the door, but the clerk sneaked inside and asked, Who is it?

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: Your damn throat is clogged with shit? Can you speak openly?

The boy was startled when he heard his voice: You, you...

Open the door quickly.

The clerk opened the door a crack, and Zhao Chuanxin pushed it open.

The man took three steps back before releasing his strength.

Zhao Chuanxin found that both the clerk and the shopkeeper were there.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward and slapped him: I told you to report to the official!

The shopkeeper covered his face and looked at him aggrievedly.

Why do they want to close the shop?

Because since they reported to the police and the patrol came, they did not see the patrol going out.

The two secretly went to observe outside the room where Zhao Chuanxin and others were, but did not see the patrolman at all.

This late at night, the two of them had goosebumps all over their bodies.

Why did these two living people suddenly disappear?

Is it possible?

So the two came back, hurriedly locked the door, and were discussing what to do next.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin came back.

The shopkeeper asked: When did you go out?

Zhao Chuanxin ignored this and slapped him again: Are you still going to report to the official position?

Master, please calm down and stop reporting to the official. I really won't report it...

Zhao Chuanxin raised his palms: Amitabha, you are so good. Donor, you are so damn in need of money. If you don't do it, you would be dishonest.

Shopkeeper: ...

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking to them and went back to the room and knocked on the door. Abao's voice came out: Who?

Little widow, it's me.

The door opens.

Abao asked: You've been here for so long, aren't you afraid that I'll run away?

Zhao Chuanxin slumped down on the recliner: You run, I asked you to run for five hours first, and it won't be too late to chase after you!

Abao's face changed slightly.

She was a little convinced by this. When Zhao Chuanxin left just now, he disappeared with a whoosh, and the two patrolmen also disappeared... The demon monk's skills are so powerful that people can't even imagine it!

Since there's nothing to do, I'll go to sleep.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: Go to sleep. If your throat breaks, no one will come to save you...

This... Abao wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, his face turned pale with fright: Don't mess around.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: The poor monk never messes around, he only breaks in!