mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1038 It’s not the same after all, young man’s journey

"Brother Tiger, listen to me. Whether it's good character, profound knowledge, or rich experience, you can't compare with me. Even though you are a carnivorous beast, I have killed more people than you have eaten meat, and the streams I have jumped over are longer than the mountains you have walked on."

In front of Zhao Chuanxin was a tiger that was so tired that it was sticking out its tongue.

I never expected that there was soil in Sakhalin where tigers could survive.

Once upon a time, he and Leopard were facing off, and he was the one who stuck out his tongue.

Now the Siberian tiger is just a little brother in front of him.

Zhao Chuanxin was also known as the Tiger Outside the Great Wall.

When two tigers meet, they should smile at each other and then pass by each other.

But the problem is that the flock of sheep has been found, but Brother Tiger is killing them indiscriminately. What will happen then?
There is not enough mutton in Sakhalin, so where can we eat it?

After a fierce fight between dragons and tigers, the galaxy collapsed and the road was almost wiped out. Tiger Brother then squatted on the ground, gasping for breath in embarrassment.

"That's nothing. I'll drive the sheep back first."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and was about to leave.

The moment he turned around, the crouching tiger suddenly pounced on him.

With that huge palm, those long fangs, that surging strength, and that amazing speed even after exhaustion, it was hard to say whether Wu Song could win.

Under this powerful blow...

Lost.

It turned out that although Zhao Chuanxin turned around, he was holding a copper eye in his hand, and the copper eye was facing backwards.

"Good for you, brother Tiger. You actually attacked an old man. Is that okay? That's not okay."

Zhao Chuanxin flashed around and then actually mounted on the tiger's back.

He has a strong back and strong arms, which means he is quite strong.

The tiger was greatly frightened—let me see what’s going on?

It pushed with all its strength and Zhao Chuanxin flew backwards.

Without even turning his head, Zhao Chuanxin reached back, grabbed the tree trunk and pulled it upward, turning on the reaction shoulder straps and ascending at a constant speed.

This scene is very strange.

When the tiger turned around, it could no longer reach him.

The tiger stared below with a look of disbelief on its face.

He has no wings, is this scene reliable?
Zhao Chuanxin quickly took out his camera to take a snapshot.

Click.

Click.

Brother Hu closed his eyes again and again because of the dazzling light.

It impatiently grabbed the trunk and tried to climb the tree.

Zhao Chuanxin had heard this story before: The cat master had a trick up his sleeve, so his tiger disciple couldn't climb the tree.

Just as I was thinking this, Tiger Brother climbed up the tree.

It's just that its body is too big and its footing is unstable.

Zhao Chuanxin seized the opportunity and stretched his legs: "Why did they lie to me? Didn't they expect that I would meet Brother Tiger one day?"

Kick him over.

Click.

Take a photo by the way.

Even though the tiger weighs four or five hundred pounds, Zhao Chuanxin is very strong and can kick it down with one kick.

This time the tiger was really out of strength, and it lay down under the tree, accepting defeat, its thick fur covered with snow foam.

"Look at your meanness, you'd better quit as soon as possible."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and jumped up.

On the ground, Tiger Brother's neck drew an arc.

Powerless.

“Ah-ah…ah-ah…ah-ah…”

Zhao Chuanxin almost fell from the tree.

How come a tiger roars in the mountains and sounds like a cat?
Are you lacking confidence after the defeat?

In the end, the tiger left behind the corpses of three sheep. It might not be able to eat them all, but it loved killing.

Zhao Chuanxin gathered the remaining sheep and drove them back.

It was difficult to drive the frightened flock of sheep, but Zhao Chuanxin was swinging back and forth on the trees, and the sheep could not outrun him.

It was already around nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to Ken Nakamura's house in Fukuka County.

The head sheep was not bitten to death, and the bell hanging around its neck rang.

Kenta Nakamura was so familiar with the noise that he excitedly ran out barefoot.

He spoke incoherently: "My lord, you are a sheep. My sheep is a sheep."

Zhao Chuanxin had just driven the sheep into the pen when he heard this. His face darkened. "It's so cold. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll ban you. Is that something you can say?"

Nakamura Ken was in ecstasy and asked in confusion: "Sir, this concerns my livelihood and my destiny, why can't I tell you? Besides, there are sheep all over the world, so we don't have to feel guilty about this, right?"

"Hmm...what you said makes some sense."

"Sir, how did you find the flock? You are really amazing."

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Come on, go inside. I'll print out a few photos and show them to you so you'll understand."

He usually carries photo developing equipment with him.

In terms of photography, he first learned from a man named Chen, and from then on he developed a habit of not showing his exclusive photo albums to others as this could easily lead to misunderstandings.

Soon the photos were developed, Zhao Chuanxin evaporated the developer, and handed the photos to Nakamura Ken: "A total of three sheep died. The sheep were killed by tigers."

Ken Nakamura looked at the photo carefully, and sure enough, there were three dead sheep in a pool of blood on the snow, and a tiger standing next to them.

But the style of the next photo suddenly changed.

The tiger seems to be very annoyed and is always not far away from the camera.

Then the tiger looked confused.

The most outrageous one is a photo that seemed to be taken on a tree.

The tiger climbed up a tree and a leg appeared in the camera, with a size 44 foot shot on the tiger's face.

The tiger's skin and flesh were flossy, and its face was deformed by the kick.

Ken Nakamura looked down at Zhao Chuanxin's legs with snow on their trouser legs, and compared them with his boots, confirming that they were undoubtedly Zhao Chuanxin's long legs.

"Ah, this..." Nakamura Ken was confused and ran to the cabinet to find a copy of "Water Margin": "Could it be that the story about killing a tiger is really true?"

"..."

Nakamura Ken scratched his head: "Sir, can you give me these photos?"

After watching Zhao Chuanxin leave, Nakamura Ken hurriedly put on his clothes, went to the sheep pen again to count the number of sheep, tied the door of the sheep pen three times with ropes, and blocked the door and the gap in the wooden fence with hay.

After I got back, I couldn't sleep, so I just got up, put on a three-layer short coat and went out.

Ken Nakamura had already gone out, but he came back and put the photo on the table in his arms.

Even with three layers of clothes on, he still felt cold, so Ken Nakamura ran towards the Fuxiang Tavern.

Yes, the name of the tavern is Fu Xiang Tavern, and the sign was just hung yesterday.

The previous sign said - There is a pub here.

Why is it named after a place name given by the Japanese?
Zhao Chuanxin considered that this was not a good place. If a sober-minded person came to the local pub, without knowing the whole situation, he would at least think that this bad habit was brought about by the Japanese.

It can be said to be a far-sighted plan.

Although Ken Nakamura was underage, the Fukuka Tavern did not stop him.

Normally, it's time to rest.

But the Fuxiang Tavern was filled with smoke.

Everywhere there were men and women with red faces and thick necks, smoking pipes; some were laughing, some had sinister looks, and some were crying bitterly.

Nakamura Ken squeezed through the ugly crowd, came to the bar, climbed up the high stool with difficulty, and said proudly: "Whoever orders two salted eggs for me, I will tell him an interesting story."

"Forget about it. You're just a shepherd. What stories can you have?"

"Is your tongue long enough? You want to do something adult?"

Others sneered and mocked.

But a geisha stepped forward in high heels and slapped the money on the bar: "Bartender, give him two salted eggs, I want to listen."

Nakamura Ken's hair, which hadn't been cut for a long time, was greasy and stuck to his face, making him look like a pig: "Sister, you are so beautiful."

"Oh, look at this kid, he's quite romantic."

"Child, I advise you to stop before it's too late, otherwise it will be too late when your hair grows back..."

The people around were talking with a strong smell of alcohol and laughing.

Nakamura Ken was unmoved and took out a photo from his arms: "Sister, look, what is this?"

"Tiger!" the geisha exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Photographs were a rarity in those days, and photos of tigers were even rarer.

why?
Few people who go to take pictures come back.

Ken Nakamura proudly lifted his tangled hair and thought: With just these few photos, I can fool at least ten or eight salted eggs.

"Hey, what are you doing? Those who didn't buy me salted eggs can't watch..."

……

Zhao Chuanxin did not send the message back to Quetshalan.

He was on the fourth floor of the Peacekeeping Bureau's stone tower, opening the "Code of the Old Gods".

He picked up a small bottle on the table, which contained a mixed liquid of substances extracted by Benjamin Goldberg from herbs such as dragon bone, magnetite, polygala, julibrissin bark, clematis, poria, betel nut, chen xiang, nutmeg, clove, schisandra, salvia miltiorrhiza, and jujube seed.

When I gave this bottle of medicine to Zhao Chuanxin, I said, "Master, no matter who you want to harm, it has nothing to do with me."

"presumptuous!"

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the small bottle, hesitated for a long time, and finally sent it over.

[I gave the latest potion to the nun from Red Island.]

[The face of the female monk from Red Island was full of numbness and disgust, and there was no hope in her eyes.]

Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

In fact, he had given up on treating the new emperor's "mental illness".

He believed that the nun from Red Island thought the same.

[However, soon the Red Island nun came back and said in surprise: Fearless Pioneer, your medicine actually worked, and the bewitched person is completely awake.]

The long ash from the cigarette between Zhao Chuanxin's fingers fell silently to the ground.

If he had known this would happen, he would have done it earlier.

What else do you want to try?
If all the Chinese herbal medicines that have calming and analgesic effects were extracted, perhaps the task would have been completed long ago.

[I pretended to be surprised: Really? You don’t need to be too grateful for my rebirth, just give me the reward.]

[The female monk from Red Island shook her head: Wait for me to secretly give the medicine to the new emperor, and then I will reward you after it works.]

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself: Oh no, she's going to grow a brain!
He wrote:

[I said: Actually, you don't have to rush to treat the new emperor's brain. It's better if he is drowsy. Let's work together to plunder the gold coins in Rune City, split the residents' money 30% and 70% and return the nobles' money in full. This way, there will be no chaos.]

[Female monk from Hongdao:...]

【She left.】 Zhao Chuanxin: “…”

What the hell is this reaction?
Can you please give me a straight answer?

[After all, they were secretly giving the emperor drugs, so I thought it would take a long time to succeed.]

[Unexpectedly, the Red Island nun returned to the Blood Sweatshop in the afternoon and brought me the remaining 11 anti-force rune fragments as rewards.]

[I asked her: It was successful, right? ]

[The Red Island nun's face was not looking good: It succeeded, but...]

[I asked curiously: But what? ]

[The nun from Red Island said: The new emperor was furious when he woke up, thinking that he summoned the Sun God, but the Sun God did not protect him, so he prepared to summon the Mother of Order. Moreover, he did not stop building the machine that transformed his body.]

[When she finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook. ]

Zhao Chuanxin: My Chao, is the summoning ceremony so simple?

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

The speed at which words appear in the Code of the Old Gods is normally constant.

But the handwriting that appeared next was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

I asked: What happened?

This text appeared very quickly.

[The face of the female monk from Red Island suddenly changed: The summoning of the new emperor was successful. Legend has it that the Mother of Order has awakened, and the disrupted order will be reshaped.]

The text emerged extremely slowly.

But the speed at which the following text appears is only getting faster and faster.

[I said: This is a good thing, right? ]

[The female monk from Red Island frowned: The process of returning disorder to order is not achieved overnight. Sometimes, forcibly pulling chaos back to order causes greater destructive power than the chaos itself.]

【I didn’t understand.】

Zhao Chuanxin understood it instead.

Because this is how the future is going to develop.

A short pain is worse than a long pain, but a short pain is not no pain, it may even be more severe.

But at this time, the amount of thinking he did was much less than normal, because he needed to read ten lines at a glance.

【I said: I want to go back.】

Zhao Chuanxin transmitted the anti-force rune fragment as quickly as possible and wrote:

[Before I leave, I'll throw a fragment of the anti-force rune into the blood and sweat shop to see what I can get in return.]

Even if he was fast enough, he was still a step slow.

[I have entered the underground passage and returned to the blood and sweat den, throwing a fragment of the anti-force rune into it. ]

[I don’t understand why the God of Time and Space is so slow to realize it today.]

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself: Even the God of Time and Space doesn’t understand.

Perhaps the God of Time and Space is too weak, far inferior to the Mother of Order.

[I fed the Blood Sweat and Stolen Loot Cave a fragment of the Anti-Force Rune, and the Blood Sweat and Stolen Loot Cave fed me a thread in return.]

When Zhao Chuanxin transferred the silk thread to his hand.

The Fearless Pioneer has already run back to the Pioneer Companion's safe haven through the underground passage.

Seeing that there was no sign of refreshing his physical strength, Zhao Chuanxin temporarily closed the "Code of the Old Gods".

He looked carefully at the silk thread in his hand. The thread was only one tenth the thickness of a hair.

If the silk thread fell on the rough ground inside the stone tower, it would be difficult to pick it up with the naked eye.

What the hell?
Zhao Chuanxin thought the silk thread was ordinary, and after turning it over and over for a long time, he even felt that it was not as magical as a strand of insect silk.

I pulled it gently, but it didn't seem to have any elasticity and it didn't break.

If you use too much force, you may strangle your fingers.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a knife and easily cut off a portion of the nail.

He then used the Old God's Crucible to burn it, and the fingernail-length filaments emitted a strong smell of burnt feathers.

Does this mean that silk is a natural protein fiber?
Or is this a strand of silk?
No, silk is not as strong as it.

Zhao Chuanxin carefully took the bottle and put the silk thread in it, but did not put it into the secret realm. Instead, he put it in his clothes pocket, ready to take it out and study it at any time.

When he opened the "Code of the Old Gods" again, he was dumbfounded.

In the past, whenever he needed to refresh his strength, he would close the Codex of the Old Gods, and when he reopened it, the plot would continue.

But when he opened it at this time.

[It has been two days since the new emperor summoned the Mother of Order. As if by some divine arrangement, the spread of those who were bewitched, those infected with the demon virus, and various plagues has been effectively contained.]

【Because humans suddenly became united. 】

[The followers of various evil gods were forced to gather and rebel, confronting healthy humans in the Rune City, the Brilliant Oasis, and the Mirage. ]

Zhao Chuanxin refused to believe it and closed the "Code of the Old Gods".

He smoked a cigarette and then opened it again.

This time, no words appeared at all.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a minute.

[I woke up and rushed to the Rune City from the underground passage.]

Blanch.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that the time and space of that world were no longer within his control.

[On the way, I was thinking: The God of Time and Space has not made any movement for several days.]

Ahsiba, damn, fakr, sokabulie, baka...

Do you want to turn Tiangang upside down?

This means that Zhao Chuanxin can no longer monitor everything that happens in the world of "Code of the Old Gods" in real time.

So, if the Fearless Pioneer dies unexpectedly, does he still need to spend his life?

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin panicked.

That night, Zhao Chuanxin did not return to Kuitshalan. He slept in the stone tower until dawn with a heavy heart.

The early morning in the stone tower was undoubtedly so miserable that one could not get out of bed. The fire in the fireplace had long since turned into ashes, and the inside of the tower was as cold as an ice cellar.

Zhao Chuanxin shuddered and his body shook, the Old God's Crucible Brand activated, heat waves emanated from his body, and the temperature in the bedroom rose sharply in an instant.

After waking up, the first thing he did was to take out the "Code of the Old Gods".

Even if you work hard, you cannot keep up with the passage of time in the book.

Zhao Chuanxin closed the book.

From a psychological perspective, either exercising or reading after getting up in the morning will start a positive cycle for the day.

Checking your phone or watching something stimulating after getting up will start a negative cycle.

Reading The Code of the Old Gods is undoubtedly stimulating.

So Zhao Chuanxin gave up and decided: Can I still keep an eye on it 24 hours a day?
This is like a person who buys stocks, funds, etc. and can't help but check the trends.

As a result, Zhao Chuanxin became absent-minded for the next few days, and it was common for him to be distracted when handling official business.

……

When the United Tiger Hunting Team was destroyed, Aoki Nobuzumi fled to Tsarist Russia and later contacted the Kanto Governor-General Oshima Yoshimasa.

With the help of Oshima Yoshimasa, Aoki Nobuzumi returned to Japan after going through many hardships.

Even if he has no credit for his series of operations in China, he has made great efforts.

In addition, he was the first person who knew Zhao Chuanxin at present, and was immediately absorbed into the "Anti-Zhao Society", and Aoki Nobuzumi gladly joined it.

At this time, the Anti-Zhao Society was just a mob, more like a discussion group.

They are slow in updating information, and everything about Zhao Chuanxin is mostly hearsay.

However, Aoki Nobuzumi was not discouraged. After joining the group, he immediately started to reorganize the group.

In just less than half a month, initial results have been seen.

When the meeting started again, the atmosphere in the Anti-Zhao Society was serious and orderly.

Aoki Nobuzumi said: "I have sent the information about Zhao Chuanxin that I have sorted out. I hope you will read it carefully. According to the latest intelligence, all the forces under Zhao Chuanxin have gathered in Lugang Town for a meeting. I hope you will work together and share your opinions."

"You can sow discord. The Qing Regent Prince Zaifeng must be having trouble sleeping and eating at this moment."

"Let them fight among themselves. They are good at it."

"Directly sowing discord is a low-level method. In my opinion, it is better to publicize Zhao Chuanxin's achievements."

Aoki Nobuzumi raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Please elaborate."

"There are also smart people in the Qing Dynasty. If we sow discord, someone will persuade the Regent Zaifeng. But it is different if we publicize Zhao Chuanxin's achievements over the years. Zaifeng will go crazy and collapse, and he will want to kill Zhao Chuanxin."

"Good!" Aoki Nobujun praised. "Anything else?"

"Also, since Lugang Town holds a meeting every year to gather the key figures from Zhao Chuanxin's various factions, why not find an opportunity to blow them all up together?"

Aoki Nobujun admired him and said, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Aoki-san, my name is Isogai Rensuke."

……

Benjamin Goldberg and Yao Bing have arrived in Lugang Town with Hu Er and his team.

Lugang Town and Lubin Prefecture are completely different.

Lubin Prefecture is very lively and has many Tsarist Russian buildings.

The buildings in Lugang Town are diverse, including Dutch-style buildings with heavy hardwood doors and wide stone steps, Tsarist Russian buildings, American-style buildings, French-style buildings, and of course, there is no shortage of Chinese-style buildings with a Taoist style.

In Lugang Town, you can hardly see anyone with braids.

Here, people with braids are considered the odd ones out.

Yao Bing touched his stubbornly sticking short hair and thought that it was a good thing that his master had cut off his braids.

When we walked to a place, we saw a group of snotty kids having fun on an ice slide.

Yao Bing and Benjamin Goldberg watched with their meals.

I saw a boy in a down jacket standing beside the slide with his hands behind his back, his face full of maturity and sigh, shaking his head and saying: "I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry wine, but it's not like the youthful travel."

A taller boy next to him called out, "Zhao Hongzhi, let's go fishing in the middle of the river. How old are you and still want to watch little brats playing on the slide?"

Zhao Hongzhi, who had just been pretending to be mature, immediately broke down and turned around and ran away. He no longer looked mature: "Defu, wait for me..."

Benjamin pointed at Zhao Hongzhi and said to Yao Bing: "Look, this is called pretending to be sad in order to write a new poem. It's a typical pretentious behavior. Junior brother, please don't imitate it."

"Oh..." Yao Bing was very honest when he first arrived, but his eyes were full of jealousy: "Brother, I want to play on the ice slide too."

"..."

You can't even catch up with the one who pretends to be sad in order to write new poems.

……

Aisin-Gioro Zaifeng recently saw many newspapers writing extensively about Zhao Chuanxin.

Some even said they wanted to publish a book to record Zhao Chuanxin's patriotic actions over the years.

Zaifeng was already suspicious and became even more uneasy after learning about these things.

"Contact Zhao Chuanxin immediately, without delay! I want to question him personally!"

(End of this chapter)