The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

With Bayar snoring loudly next to him, Zhao Chuanxin opened the Code of the Old Gods.

[We are almost arriving at Red Island. From that day on, the first mate and trade officer stopped bragging, and the ship became quiet. 】

[The elf scout, my brother and my sister and I often went to the deck to wait to no avail, and returned to the cabin to do nothing. 】

[At night, I was really bored, so I got up and went out. 】

[The soul is invisible, I don’t know if it follows, or even if it needs to sleep. 】

[I walked out of the hatch and looked up at the sky. The moon was very round. There is a pattern on the moon, which looks like a burly warrior wielding a giant axe. Through this graphic, countless versions of myths have been spawned in the world, the most famous of which is the story of the Moon God of War guarding Middle-earth. 】

Zhao Chuanxin said that in most moon myths on earth, women serve as representatives of gods, but here it is the opposite.

Apparently, the moons of the worlds in the Codex of the Old Gods and Earth's moons differ in size and pattern of craters.

[Suddenly, I found that the moon was gradually turning red, as if it was covered with a layer of red gauze. 】

[The voice of mourning rang in my ears: The blood moon is nothing unusual, I have seen it countless times. But you should pay more attention to the trade officer on the bow of the ship. 】

[I tiptoed around the sail, looked up, and saw the trade officer standing at the bow of the ship, raising his neck and making some kind of gesture to the blood moon. 】

[The atmosphere suddenly became weird. 】

Zhao Chuanxin's scalp tightened slightly, and he suddenly remembered the silver flask as a reward from the trade officer.

[The red moon gave the entire fleet a hazy blood color, and so did the trade officer. Combined with his weird posture, he looked a little scary. 】

[I carefully walked around to the side and saw that the trade officer's lips and face were very red. He was still making those inexplicable gestures. 】

[It was foggy at night at sea, and I could vaguely see the fur on the trade officer’s wrists and back of his hands. 】

[Sangling whispered in my ear again: Take out the telescope and look at the hunting ship in front. 】

[I took out the binoculars and squinted one eye. 】

[The huge carcass of the Shipworm was dragged along by a number of ships, but it only made slight waves. Countless dark sea creatures with their backs exposed were swimming around, nibbling at the parts they could chew. 】

[There is a mist on the sea. 】

[I noticed that at the stern of the hunting boat in front, under a pilot light, there was a man dressed as a sailor whose face was covered in the sea mist, and he was also making some kind of gesture. 】

[My heart moved slightly. Could it be that the two of them were communicating through some kind of gesture? But why does it look so sneaky? This is definitely not some kind of semaphore at sea, it must be a secret communication method between the two people. But how could the trade officer recognize the sailors on the hunting ship? 】

[My heart suddenly became as unclear as the sea surface. 】

[While I was watching, suddenly the fog surged, and the sailor's face seemed to turn towards me. 】

[I was surprised. Did this person notice me? I was clearly hiding in the shadow of the ship's sail. 】

[I was not sure whether the sailor had noticed me. He stopped making gestures and turned around to leave. 】

[His back first caused the mist to change unpredictably, and then submerged it. Even the hunting ship he was on looked like a ghost ship. 】

[I sighed slightly, the excitement of peeping has not dissipated yet. 】

[Just when I put down the telescope and opened my closed left eye, I was startled. 】

[Because the trade officer’s pale face and red lips were just two steps away from me. His dull eyes stared at me steadily. 】

[I know what I am capable of. No matter whether the trade officer is a good person or a bad person, I may not be afraid of him. But at this moment, I was at a loss. I felt ashamed and trembling after someone discovered someone else's secret. 】

[The trade officer spoke first: What are you doing? 】

【I am speechless. 】

Zhao Chuanxin grinned as he looked at it. He touched the old sacred altar around his neck and looked at it. It was full.

Something related to him must have happened outside recently, which made people worship him again. It was most likely reported in various newspapers.

So, he opened the Holy Light Channel and entered my body.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the trade officer in front of him. His face was indeed pale, and his lips were indeed bright red.

But who is Lao Zhao?

I suddenly changed, from being at a loss, to hunched arms, shaking one leg, squinting and saying: The clouds are covering the fog, the moon is dark and the wind is high, I will come out to see if there are any bad people who want to do bad things. What? I am a person who sweeps the floor for fear of killing ants, cherishes moths and covers lamps with gauze, has a kind heart, and does not allow shameful things to happen in front of my eyes.

Trade Officer: ...

It’s hard to say who is more likely to be possessed at this moment...

Why does the Fearless Pioneer seem to have suddenly changed? Could it be that he is out of his mind and crazy?

The trade officer's eyes were lifeless and aggressive, but he was made uncomfortable by Zhao Chuanxin's burning eyes. He turned his head and asked, Then have you seen anything scandalous?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled sadly and let out a horrifying laugh: Jie Jie...

The trade officer's face became extremely uncomfortable.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his voice sinisterly, and said in a spacious and distant voice: I discovered that there was a person on the hunting boat opposite. His face was paler than the last time I died three days ago.

The trade officer retreated suddenly: You, you, you have been dead for three days, why are you still here?

Zhao Chuanxin sneered in his heart: Damn it, I have died so many times and am I still alive and well now?

The man was making some kind of gesture that I couldn't understand, he said.

The trade officer looked guilty and gritted his teeth: What does this mean?

This means... Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took a step forward: This means that there is an idiot who stayed up late at night and was gesticulating on the deck.

The trade officer was forced to take a step back. Because he needed to maintain his balance, he exposed his hands under the long sleeves of his robe.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it carefully. His hands were smooth and there was no hair on them.

So, he stretched and yawned: Well... it's quite late. I think you should go to bed quickly. After all, the Widow Sea is not peaceful. How many women on the Red Island have become widows because of the Widow Sea.

The trade officer's expression changed: Shh... don't talk nonsense. If the widow maker hears this, he will ask for a sacrifice.

Zhao Chuanxin exited the Old God Code and closed it.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes wide.

Trade Officer, there is something wrong.

Not only what happened today, but also the reward he gave - the silver hip flask.

But we still don’t understand the situation, and we can only solve the mystery slowly in the future.

The next day, the two continued on their way, riding their horses at a gallop.

By the afternoon, we had arrived in Chifeng Prefecture.

Coal is abundant here, and coal is equal to money, so the place is quite prosperous.

Because there are many low hills, horses cannot run very fast.

This is the remnant of Yanshan Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there are many criss-crossing fertile fields.

The living map of Bayar Bor pointed to a river covered with water and grass and said: Let's follow the river and pass through the mountains to reach the palace. We will stay here tonight and set off early tomorrow morning.

The two randomly found a farmhouse and gave them some money to stay.

For dinner, I had a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of pickled salty beans, and two bowls of porridge.

Zhao Chuanxin was puzzled: Old man, you have a river at your back, why don't you catch fish?

Because Zhao Chuanxin gave him the money, he occupied the east room.

There are nine people in the old man's family, old and young.

An old couple, the eldest son has a family of three, the second son has a family of two, the third daughter and the fourth son.

At this time, the old man and his eldest grandson stayed in the east room to accompany him.

The old man clicked his pipe and pot and said, I'm busy doing things in the fields every day, and I don't have time to catch fish.

In fact, not only here, but even in Lugang Town, everyone knows that you can go into the water to touch toads in autumn, and they are delicious when stewed.

But even those who didn't see any meat for a year still went about their business honestly in autumn. No one went to the river to touch toads, and no one went to catch fish.

In the past, when Lugang Town was still Lugangling Village, there was only one hunter in the village. He would bring back prey, and the neighbors would exchange oil, salt, ginger, vinegar tea and rice noodles for some meat.

Taking trapping as an example, it is actually very simple. Zhao Chuanxin even set traps to catch rabbits in the mountains in winter, but no one except hunters knew how to do it.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at a plate of eggs and beans, quite speechless.

But just like that, the eldest grandson was still watching eagerly, biting his fingers and swallowing saliva.

Zhao Chuanxin held his collar with one hand and placed it on his knees. He took out the remaining snacks he bought in Jinzhou City and stuffed them into his hand: You eat this.

When the old man saw it, his pupils shrank, and then he clicked his pipe without saying anything.

Because his eldest grandson stared at the delicious snacks, his black and white eyes gleamed, and the old man really couldn't say no.

Zhao Chuanxin took out another bottle of wine, took out a wine cup, and poured it for the three of them respectively: Come on, it's cold at night, let's make it on time.

The old man smelled the clear aroma of wine and finally put down his pipe and pot: Good wine.

Now, like his eldest grandson, his eyes began to shine.

Zhao Chuanxin took out another bag of peanuts, a bag of dried sea catfish and a bottle of soybean oil: Boy, go ask your grandma to fry the peanuts, put them on a plate and sprinkle them with salt. Then fry the dried fish and bring it up.

Without a plate of peanuts, Zhao Chuanxin had to drink it.

When the old man saw his eldest grandson holding snacks in his mouth, he wanted to hug them all at once, so he quickly said: This oil bottle is very valuable, you little bastard is carrying it one by one...

Those were fused quartz glass bottles made by Zhao Chuanxin. He brought several of them with him: It's okay, just smash them and pick them up again.

Oil is expensive... The old man still refused.

Zhao Chuanxin: ...

Bayar Bor said: You have not endured hardship since you were a child. You don't know how ordinary people live.

Nonsense. Zhao Chuanxin glared: When I was a child, I got pricked on my hands when eating fish, choked on bear paws, choked on eating sea cucumbers with dipping sauce, choked on eating bird's nests, and got burned when eating Buddha jumping over the wall. It's true. No less hardship...

...

The old man and Bayar were both stunned.

If this is called suffering, they are willing to sink into purgatory forever.

After a while, the peanuts and sea catfish were ready and served on the Kang table.

The three of them sat cross-legged, and the eldest grandson climbed up again and lay next to Zhao Chuanxin's legs.

Zhao Chuanxin first fed him a few snacks, and then fried him dried fish. The little guy couldn't bite it, so he put it in his mouth and smacked the taste.

The old man took the chopsticks, dipped some white wine in it, stuffed it into his eldest grandson's mouth, and said, This way you can drink when you grow up.

Zhao Chuanxin looked hot. If his father always let him sip wine like this when he was a child, maybe if he were asked about his drinking capacity today, he would have to point in the direction of the half-cock.

After the eldest grandson tasted the wine, his little face twisted together, looking very painful.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed.

The old man's family members were all eating in another room, so they probably wouldn't have had a good meal.

Zhao Chuanxin took a few sips and suddenly thought of his grandma.

I will definitely never see my grandpa again in this life. That bastard Zhao Hongzhi...well, my great-grandfather's life trajectory has changed too much.

If he told others about his deeds, some might think he was too careless. They knew who his ancestors were, but their ancestors might not recognize him, and the harsh conditions might have harmed him.

But Zhao Chuanxin has been asking about his ancestors' deeds since he was a child. Zhao Hongzhi lived until Zhao Chuanxin recorded it, and Zhao Chuanxin asked him about his ancestors. Later, I asked my grandfather about it, which further deepened my memory.

Several generations of his ancestors, including his grandma's side, were poor farmers. They were honest and honest and had never done anything bad. Naturally, he didn't believe that when he came to the end of the Qing Dynasty, his ancestors immediately turned evil and killed him. How stupid could he be to think so?

But he felt there was still a chance to see grandma.

When he thought of this, Zhao Chuanxin became happy: Come, come, let's go, hahaha...

Before grandma was born, he would never go to Shandong and impose no additional factors.

Bayar looked at Zhao Chuanxin strangely.

Although Zhao Chuanxin always smiles, Bayarber's own life experience shows that he is not happy from the bottom of his heart.

But now it definitely is.

The three of them drank a cup, and Zhao Chuanxin became drunk and blushed.

He looked at his eldest grandson, laughed, supported the kang with one hand, and slowly stood on his head.

It just seems to be very relaxed and freehand.

His hair is hanging down, and the flesh on his face is very tight, not loose and droopy, so even his beard has not deformed.

He even raised his eyebrows at his eldest grandson proudly: Kid, do you know how to play like this?

The eldest grandson looked at it and was dissatisfied: Look at my land!

As he spoke, he stared at the kang mat and stood on his head regardless of the pain in his forehead.

As a result, his body was unstable and he was about to knock over the kang table.

When the old man saw this, his first reaction was to take the bottle of wine away to prevent it from spilling.

But the little guy didn't hit him after all, because Zhao Chuanxin's free hand firmly grabbed the eldest grandson's calf, making him stand upside down on the Kang mat with his head firmly on his head.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed again, stood on his head with one hand and pushed down to support him, and even pulled his eldest grandson up by his calf.

The old man and Bayar's eyes widened.

The old man wiped his dim eyes: Could it be that the mighty Overlord is resurrected?

In this era, there were many practitioners and martial arts champions.

But I'm afraid no one can do what Zhao Chuanxin did, especially if he had to pull up a child backwards.

The eldest grandson grinned almost to the back of his ears.

Zhao Chuanxin put him on the kang, turned over and sat cross-legged again.

I can't even take a breath.

He took out his cigarettes, handed one to the old man, and lit it: You have to let this kid practice more. The years to come will not be peaceful.

When the child reaches his prime, there will be a melee between warlords.

It doesn’t mean that because you are weak, they won’t make you a strong man.

Instead of just getting lucky, you might as well be more skillful to increase your chances of survival.

The old man saw that Zhao Chuanxin was no ordinary person, so he nodded heavily.

The window paper was not bright, and only oil lamps were lit in the east room.

Bayar asked: Why are there no wires and foreign lamps here?

Damn, how can we afford matches and lanterns? The old man took a puff of cigarette and smiled bitterly.

Bayar poured wine for him and said, I see that the coal mines are all lit up, and there are also street lamps.

The people in the coal mine are well-off, and we don't dare to compete. We are a whole family, and we are better than anything else.

Bayar clinked glasses with him: What you say makes sense. Along the way, I have finally clarified the ways of the world. Foreigners do evil, the court is corrupt, and the gentry in government offices and palaces everywhere prey on the common people. Alas...

As he said this, he glanced at Zhao Chuanxin, who was teasing his eldest grandson.

He somewhat understood why Zhao Chuanxin was nicknamed The Butcher.

In today's situation, killing alone is not enough.

But it’s impossible not to kill.

The three of them drank for another half an hour before finally arriving.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little drunk.

No one is a true machine and can always work hard.

Neither can Zhao Chuanxin.

Although the quantity is shallow, the quantity is shallow, but he actually likes to drink with others. Whether he drinks with Yangchun Baixue or a lowly person, he can brag as long as he has a good temper.

Previously, he had been controlling himself to drink less, even to the point of not drinking at all.

But tigers also take naps.

Guan Yunchang was captured and killed in Linju, Zhang Fei was drunk and stabbed to death by his subordinates, Nangong Changwan, the most powerful general in the Spring and Autumn Period, was also drunk and died in a conspiracy. Li Cunxiao, the most powerful general of the Five Dynasties, was able to scare Wang Yantong to death by pretending to be him. Died by Li Ke with five horses and killed...

Many people think that as long as a person is strong in battle, he will not die, be killed, be plotted, or be murdered. That is simply nonsense.

If you want to do everything possible to harm a person, the probability of that person's death is very high. Zhao Chuanxin is far from ordinary, that's why he can live till now.

Just like Zhao Chuanxin was plotted in New York and lost his devil crystal glasses, this is not inconceivable.

It is difficult for everyone to find someone around them who has never fallen.

The difference is that some people are too hard-hearted to accept any setbacks, while others become more courageous the more frustrated they become.

Obviously Zhao Chuanxin is the latter.

Although he lost the Devil's Crystal Glasses, he has developed an excellent marksmanship, which is not inferior to the bonus of Devil's Crystal Glasses. With the blessing of superb eyesight, he can still hit wherever he points.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the Old God Codex in a daze, and it still needs to be updated today.

But after his intimidation, the trade officer became normal again.

Another uneventful day passed.

After Zhao Chuanxin put away the Old God Code, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Bayar Bor and the old man's family got up, they found that Zhao Chuanxin had already started practicing balancing skills in the yard.

The old scalper in the cowshed would moo and beg for fodder when he saw someone.

Judging from the time when the cow started braying, Zhao Chuanxin should have gotten up early.

The eldest grandson ran out of the house on his staggering short legs, yawned loudly towards the sky, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when his eyes focused, he saw Zhao Chuanxin doing difficult movements, and he immediately woke up. He ran over with bright eyes, imitated beside him, and said: Hey, hey, hey...

The old man was holding a pipe and a pot in his mouth, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The eldest grandson and youngest son are definitely the ones I love the most.

Zhao Chuanxin practiced for a while and got rid of all the alcohol.

He picked up his eldest grandson with one arm, put him on the horse, and led the horse to drink water.

The eldest grandson rested on the horse's back: Drive, drive, drive...

The horse didn't rein him in at all.

After the men and horses were fully equipped, Zhao Chuanxin took out a short knife that he had collected from the bandits and stuffed it into his eldest grandson's hand with the scabbard: Take it and practice it, and when you grow up, you can kill Japanese devils.

The old man and the eldest grandson were both uneasy: Oh, you can't play around with this...

Zhao Chuanxin and Bayar smiled faintly, left the farmyard in the morning light, and headed west into the mountains.

Their backs were covered with a layer of golden light.

Behind him, the cry of the eldest grandson asking for his dagger could be heard far away, making the whole situation crazy...