The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The leader of the thieves, Dihe, looked livid when he heard this. Because Zhao Chuanxin's words were serious and serious, he had been wandering in the green forest all year round and had never encountered such a strange situation where a pair of seven or eight could be calm and calm.

Therefore, he immediately took out a homemade gun from his waistband.

Zhao Chuanxin was drinking water, and when he saw this, he threw the fused quartz glass bottle over without hesitation.

Click...

The glass bottle without any impact was shattered into pieces by Lao Dihe's fist.

Suddenly feeling pain, Lao Dihe instinctively let go, and he lowered his gun to the ground.

The bandits who came to teach Zhao Chuanxin a lesson saw that Zhao Chuanxin was squatting on the ground one moment, and suddenly stood up the next moment, spinning like a windmill in the air.

Slowing down the motion, the bandit raised his head, while Zhao Chuanxin's feet and head were lowered, and the two people's eyes happened to meet.

He could see Zhao Chuanxian's white teeth and the corners of his grinning mouth.

Immediately, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hands, clasped them together, and held his chin.

Zhao Chuanxin did an exaggerated forward somersault. After landing, he pulled up backwards with both hands due to his inertia.

Click...

The bandit's head tilted back unnaturally, as if his spine was snapped backwards in an instant.

The corpse ran forward two more steps before hitting the ground heavily and causing dust to fly.

Lao Dihe forgot to pick up the gun and stared at it blankly.

Zhao Chuanxin poked him and pushed the gun away.

As soon as he drew his Miao Dao, several other bandits grabbed various weapons and came to attack Zhao Chuanxin to help him.

Lao Dihe is no ordinary bandit.

Outside the customs, if you want to be a gangster, there are only two ways to go.

The first is to start the game and build a chain. Several people carried sticks and hatchets up the mountain, knelt down and recited a few words: Bow to the ancestors and bow to the four directions. Eight brothers crossed the eight rivers. They made their own rules and abided by them. The force of the horizontal push crushed the front.

Pushing horizontally means being disloyal and trustworthy, bullying women, and being widowed and lonely.

For example, Lao Zhang outside Guanwai, let’s not mention the pressure for the moment, at least after being recruited, he did a lot of push-backs. Therefore, after his death, many people murmured that he had been punished by God.

The second is to find existing gangs to join, this one is called hanging pillar, four beams and eight pillars.

With someone as a guarantee, the post can be hung quickly and smoothly.

If you don't know the basics, you'll be in trouble.

For example, Du Lizi back then, if someone wanted to get into his locks, they had to go up the mountain with a gourd on their head. Du Lizi was good at shooting, and Mao Zi's water shot from a hundred steps away shattered the gourd.

Immediately, someone will run to touch the crotch to see if it makes him pee.

If you are scared to piss, go back and do whatever you have to do.

If you don't pee in fear, it means you have courage.

Then go up the mountain and send someone to find out the details.

What if Du Lizi misses and misses the shot?

Done hastily!

Dig a hole and bury it, without even burning a pile of yellow paper.

Of course, Du Lizi had never missed a target like this.

Lao Dihe has neither a building nor a hanging post. He is a guerrilla.

It was prosperous at first, but after the Russo-Japanese War, it stopped and returned home to farm. But after all, he was not a down-to-earth hard worker, and he returned to his old career in the blink of an eye.

The so-called brothers did not make blood alliances or swear oaths, they were just temporary recruits.

Others thought it was difficult for Zhao Chuanxin to use his two fists with the fourth hand, but Lao Dihe felt that this person was quite evil.

So when others besieged Zhao Chuanxin, Lao Dihe pulled out his dagger and walked around the crowd towards Bayar Bor'e.

Zhao Chuanxin has never practiced martial arts seriously in his life. He only relied on being brave and relying on actual combat experience.

Miao Dao, he is already familiar with it.

Seeing some holding axes, some holding sticks, and some carrying hatchets and machetes, he drew a half arc on the ground with the tip of the knife, stood up straight, held the Miao knife in both hands and raised it in front of him, and even closed his eyes. He closed his eyes and said slowly and lowly: Although there are many enemies, I will kill them all with one strike. My sword is your sword.

All the bandits: ...

What's going on?

Seeing that a fight was about to start, the young man rolled over and squatted in the corner, staring at Zhao Chuanxin intently.

When Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes, he suddenly disappeared from everyone.

When he reappeared, he was already next to the first bandit. Before the man could react, he stabbed out a knife and passed through his belly.

Tear...

Disappear, appear on the left side of the second person, stab, tear...

The third person, stabbing, tearing...

The young man was stunned...

He witnessed with his own eyes, Zhao Chuanxin's figure appeared and disappeared like electricity breaking through the sky. For example, Zhao Chuanxin's knife passed through a person's body, turned around, disappeared, appeared, completed the turn, and slashed the next person with the blade.

Very strange, yet fierce and clever.

In the blink of an eye, seven men holding murderous weapons fell to the ground and howled.

Zhao Chuanxin stood at the end and gently swung the knife. The blood beads rolled away and hit the young man's face.

The young man was scared but also very excited: You, you, who are you?

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and bared his teeth in a smile: Heaven and Earth's Infinite Swordsmanship, Qiankun uses this method to attack, and everyone in the world calls me - Master Zhao, the Infinite Sword Saint!

juvenile:……

I blanch it, it looks so awesome.

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin had no ill intentions towards him and was definitely not the same person as the bandits who kidnapped him.

He was already kneeling, and now he kowtowed excitedly: Master Zhao, thank you very much for saving my life. I have nothing to repay. Why don't you follow me and serve me at any time from now on...

Everyone in Jinzhou City can hear your plan.

...

On the one hand, the young man offered to save his life. If Zhao Chuanxin was not a good person, he might be held hostage and he would not kill him. In addition, he felt that Zhao Chuanxin was not a mortal, and he might be able to learn a few tricks from him.

Among young people, Mu Qiang is the best.

But Zhao Chuanxin saw through it at a glance.

The young man scratched his head in embarrassment: My name is Xu Hongyan.

Oh, I didn't ask who you are? Zhao Chuanxin put away the Miao knife. Go ahead and go home by yourself.

Just as Xu Hongyan was about to speak, he heard a scream.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around in shock, only to remember that there seemed to be a gang leader Lao Dihe who had yet to be solved.

He saw that the turban on Bayar's forehead was cut open with a knife, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor.

It was obviously the handiwork of Lao Dihe. He probably wanted to assassinate Bayar Bor or capture him, but he was dodged and Ducheng suffered.

Among the items that fell on the floor was the silver wine flask that Zhao Chuanxin had given him.

And Bayar's forehead was holding a divine crow knife, and the blade pierced Lao Dihe's chest.

Bayar's forehead was very interesting. He pointed with his left hand to a small bird made of cloth on his right shoulder, and shouted to the old man whose eyes were beginning to become a little distracted: Boru Chuokuri, Boru Chuokuri... …”

Lao Dihe was really attracted by Bayar's old and very magical voice and the cloth bird he pointed at.

He looked at the little bird, and when he was about to die, his eyes were filled with confusion and confusion.

Why are you letting me see this?

Upon seeing this, Bayar's forehead showed a satisfied look, and grinned, revealing his missing molars: Yes, yes, yes, your death is the will of the messenger Boyu Chuokuri, and we mortals must not violate it. When you see Boru Chuokuri, remember to express my respect to him on my behalf.

Zhao Chuanxin: ...

Xu Hongyan: ...

Lao Dihe breathed his last breath: ...

Zhao Chuanxin did not expect that as a veteran of the old world, he would be taken care of by the elderly Bayarbol.

Bayar's words were serious. With a smile on his face, he put Lao Dihe down solemnly and pulled out the Divine Crow Sword from his chest.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: Where are you making this fuss?

Bayar Bor'e said: Only if the dead see wild beasts or gods before they die, they will not bear grudges against us living people.

Bully the dead, betray the living, look forward to those who come.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Lao Dihe, whose eyes were focused on the sacred bird on Bayar's forehead and shoulder until death, and said to himself that people with faith are really terrible, and the dead who were fooled until their death are really pitiful...

Bayar was picking up the objects that fell from the robe. When he picked up the blood-stained silver wine flask, he was suddenly stunned.

Somewhat eccentric.

Then he looked up at Zhao Chuanxin, who focused on Xu Hongyan.

Bayar pondered for a moment, then wrapped the silver wine flask with a piece of cloth, covered the mouse, and then put it into the sack.

Zhao Chuanxin rummaged through the belts among the corpses on the ground, found some gold and silver property, tore off the clean clothes and fabrics of one of them, wiped the blood stains on the property and put them away.

But when this behavior fell into Xu Hongyan's eyes, he suddenly felt that Zhao Chuanxin's previous image as a master was completely ruined. Why did Master Zhao also look like a bandit? Still like the black and white kind.

Zhao Chuanxin rummaged through the places where the bandits hid their money, and before he gave up after digging out everything, he focused on scrap metal, such as hatchets and machetes.

After a few random kicks, Zhao Chuanxin could easily judge the quality of the steel mouth from the sound of metal collision.

Finally, his eyes fell on two axes next to the body of a burly man.

These two axes are flat and wide, and the handles are not long. They are actually used for chopping firewood.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his fingers and flicked it. He felt that the material was acceptable, so he picked up the axe.

Good guy, Xu Hongyan was dumbfounded. Are you talking about the Infinite Sword Master, a sword master who doesn't even let go of broken metal?

Seeing that Bayar was still packing his things, Zhao Chuanxin asked Xu Hongyan when he had nothing to do: How did you get kidnapped by them?

A hint of bitterness suddenly appeared on Xu Hongyan's face: My mother handed me over to the bandits.

Zhao Chuanxin: ?

Xu Hongyan went on to say: The bandits kidnapped meat tickets and did not dare to eat grass next to their nests. They usually had to walk far away. They did not dare to rob wealthy households because they provided for the gunners in the nursing home. The old boss did not go out easily and brought bodyguards with him when he went out. If it's not tied well, if someone bites you back, and it's easy to alert the government, the gain will outweigh the loss. So they only pick middle-class families who have some local money to attack...

When Xu Hongyan spoke, Zhao Chuanxin found that when he described a middle-class home, he actually gritted his teeth and seemed to be complaining about his own home.

Xu Hongyan continued: My family is a middle-class family, and it was my grandfather who was originally kidnapped. Our family values ​​filial piety, so my mother discussed with the bandits to replace my grandfather with me because he was old and had weak legs and feet. .”

Zhao Chuanxin: ...

I blanch.

He finally knew what true foolishness and filial piety meant.

The daughter-in-law trades her son for her father-in-law.

I think my daughter-in-law will gain a high reputation in the local area if she comes here.

After saying that, Xu Hongyan lowered his head and his eyes were red.

After all, he was young. On the one hand, he was fettered by the world at this time and felt that his mother had done the right thing. On the other hand, he couldn't understand why he should trade for himself, wasn't he his own mother?

Very contradictory.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's cheek twitching, Xu Hongyan asked strangely: Master Zhao, what's wrong with you?

Ahem... Zhao Chuanxin said, I'm worried about the injury caused by laughing. No one will compensate me, so I'm holding it in.

... Xu Hongyan was a little annoyed: Really, really, this is really unreasonable.

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: Yes, yes, give me Master Zhao three points, and don't argue with your mother. Even though she is hard-hearted, you may not be her biological child, and she doesn't care about you. She abandons you. You are like a worn-out shoe, they don’t treat you as a human being, and they throw you to the bandits like a dead dog... But she is your mother after all. Not only can you not blame her, but you must also kneel down and thank her for helping you become your father. As a filial piety, thank her for giving you a chance to almost die at the hands of bandits, which gave you a new understanding of life and allowed you to understand human nature... You think so, right?

...

Xu Hongyan was said to be very angry, and his chest was heaving.

Then he raised his head and shouted: Ah...

Thanks to my youth, otherwise I would be so angry that I would vomit three liters of blood...

Xu Hongyan was still a little confused at first, but when Zhao Chuanxin explained it, it suddenly dawned on him.

He realized that his mother was wrong.

After he vented his anger, he bowed to Zhao Chuanxin and said, Thank you, Master Zhao, for your advice.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his nose and said awkwardly: Ahem, don't take advice seriously. At most, it's just advice, enlightenment, and kindness. A man like me who regards wealth as dirt doesn't need a middle-class family at all. We don’t need a few gold bars or anything like that to have a huge fortune, let alone tens of thousands of silver dollars!”

Xu Hongyan: ...

You have a bigger appetite than those bandits!

Seeing that his face turned red and he was hesitating and unable to speak, Zhao Chuanxin laughed and patted him on the shoulder: Look, I scare you. I, Master Zhao, am not someone who wants to repay a favor at all. It's getting late. , hurry up, are you still waiting for me to send you on your way?

Xu Hongyan looked at the two axes he was carrying, and then heard what he said, Send you off with my own hands, and staggered back in fright.

He put his hands behind his back, groping for the ruins of the ruined temple, and walked sideways towards the door.

When I got to the door, I started running wildly.

Bayar sighed: You scared that child!

Haha. Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: Compared to me, your behavior of deceiving the dead is more like a pervert.

The ruined temple was filled with fishy smell, so they stopped staying and went out to have snacks.

Zhao Chuanxin could still faintly see Xu Hongyan's thin back, messy in the wind.

Bayar asked: What are you doing with two axes?

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his left hand, and an ax melted into red molten iron.

He melted another ax into the molten iron, and the shape of the molten iron changed, finally condensing into a strange-shaped double-edged axe.

Zhao Chuanxin controlled the Old God's crucible brand and absorbed the heat. The ax body became dark, but the ax blade was still red-hot.

He squatted down, twisted a large handful of soil with his right hand and put it on the ax blade, covering all sides.

Bayar Bor had seen a lot of Zhao Chuanxin's abilities along the way, and he was not surprised by the magical effect of the old god's crucible brand, but he was surprised by Zhao Chuanxin's behavior: Why are you covering the ground?

Zhao Chuanxin admired his masterpiece: This is the earth-covered burning blade!

...

What Zhao Chuanxin didn't know was that when people cover the earth and burn the blade, they need to use carefully prepared earth, not just any earth, and the operation is not like this.

Despite this, there is a slight difference in the color of the ax blade and the ax body, and the hardness is obviously different.

Gradually, Zhao Chuanxin absorbed the heat with the Old God Crucible Brand, reached out and touched it. After it was no longer hot, he took out a piece of wood, used an elf carving knife to cut a handle and inserted it into the hole, and nailed it into the hole at the end of the handle. A triangular nail is wedged in place.

This is a long-handled double-edged axe.

Zhao Chuanxin held the handle of the axe, turned his body in a circle, and swung the double-edged ax vigorously.

What a black cutter. This time I am called the Sword Master. Next time I will be the Hand of Lugang Town!

Hurry and hurry, we got out before twelve o'clock. Forgive me that my brain is not working well and the loading speed is too slow.