The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After Zhao Chuanxin took care of Gulizar for a few days, Zhao Song really had enough xiaolongbao.

"Dad, we have been eating Xiao Long Bao for three days."

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the bun into his mouth: "Oh, what do you want to eat? Jiaxing thin ones, Shaoxing noodle dumplings, Haining oil dumplings?"

Zhao Song was really puzzled: "Dad, Mom said you have to go far away to buy breakfast every morning. Why do you go so far? Isn't there no breakfast nearby?"

Not only did he run far, Zhao Chuanxin also got up early.

No one knew what he was doing out there so early.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up his daughter and said, "Okay, I'll buy it nearby tomorrow."

Although he bought it nearby, he still went out early in the morning before dawn to walk around the Qiantang River for a few times, and then returned to Hong Kong Island to buy breakfast.

After Gulizar recovered from his illness, Zhao Chuanxin left Hong Kong Island.

He was supposed to go to Australia, because after Zhang Daquan arrived there, he quickly formed an armed team and carried out all kinds of plunder and robbery, causing the local white people to complain a lot.

But now Zhao Chuanxin changed his mind.

He first went to the capital, Morrison Library.

Zhao Chuanxin bought all the surrounding courtyard houses, and after connecting them, they were connected into one main body.

At this time, the Morrison Library became the center of the Internet company, with many employees and people who guarded the home and the home with live ammunition, and the defense was tight.

Morrison works part-time as the executive director of an Internet company, making arrangements and troubleshooting difficult problems.

Because he knows how to manage libraries and has detailed indexes, if a customer somewhere needs to arrange materials, he can just flip through the index book as thick as a dictionary and immediately tell employees where to find books.

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived, Morrison was surprised: "Captain Zhao is here."

Zhao Chuanxin got straight to the point: "Search for keywords for me - UFOs, spaceships, etc..."

Morrison scratched his head after hearing this: "What is this all about? This is not how our Internet company operates."

"Do you have any local chronicles in the Hangzhou area? Search and see if anyone has seen anything weird."

"That's not how it works..."

"Forget it, I'll find it myself."

Zhao Chuanxin entered the library and asked Xingyue to scan the books.

Morrison Library is now truly the best in China and the West.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin didn't know what he was looking for.

After flipping through it for a while, he asked Xingyue to write down useful things.

Xingyue said: "I know what you are looking for. You can't be obsessed with this kind of thing. You can live for a long time and there is a high probability that you will bump into it in the future."

However, Zhao Chuanxin did not give up.

He sent a telegram to Li Guangzong and asked him to tell Zhang Daquan: If you are killed by a group of white people in Australia, I will help you avenge him.

Then under Xingyue's instigation, he returned to the sky and flew.

Australia, Perth, Zhang Daquan is so majestic.

Zhao Chuanxin's control over them was basically like a sheepherding state. You could do whatever you wanted, as long as you stood up.

There were no rules and regulations, so Zhang Daquan acted unscrupulously, causing the local white people to complain endlessly.

The original local garrison and port navy were expelled by Zhao Chuanxin with a warning, and they quickly retreated to Canberra.

Zhang Daquan was shocked after receiving Li Guangzong's telegram.

To be honest, he relied on two aspects to dare to go on a rampage.

First of all, he has been fighting for many years. Even in the later stages, he often led troops into battle. He has excellent abilities, both in terms of combat experience and training methods.

Secondly, it’s Zhao Chuanxin.

When Zhao Chuanxin said this, Zhang Daquan immediately restrained himself.

Damn it, what if the boat capsizes in the gutter?

Revenge is useless, everyone is already dead.

After Zhang Daquan restrained himself, he was not idle. He immediately sent a telegram back to his country, asked someone to help him publish the newspaper, vigorously recruited people, and used the money he plundered during this period to make a wish - as long as he was willing to come, he would be given 10 yuan first.

Even at his own expense.

Zhang Daquan patted his chest and said, "There are as many people as you want."

According to Zhao Chuanxin's regional division, Western Australia is roughly divided into four parts, with the central areas being: Darwin, Port Hedland, Perth, and Madura.

The four places are the Ecological Protection Alliance.

Four protected areas.

Darwin was run by Dadong and Perth by Zhang Daquan.

Isn’t this still an empty space?

Zhang Daquan couldn't help but make up his mind.

If he had strong soldiers and horses and took over the other two places, Zhang Daquan would even have the intention to establish a country here according to Zhao Chuanxin's indifferent attitude at this time.

But things are not that simple.

When he posted the advertisement and others saw it, their minds would inevitably change, especially the leaders of various forces in the south under Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhang Daquan spent a lot of money to recruit people as soon as he arrived. Is this making him rich?

Application telegrams were sent to Li Guangzong.

Li Guangzong did not alarm Zhao Chuanxin.

To this end, he formed an Australian ecological reserve transfer inspection team.

In the past, people were coaxed to go, but now not everyone can go.

Australia was like an after-dinner snack. Li Guangzong thought that Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously, so he decided to take advantage of it.

Zhang Daquan is the best example. According to the report he sent, Zhang Daquan actually recruited Australian Aboriginals in order to recruit troops.

The Australian aborigines are very dark, like black people.

But the face shape and hair of these indigenous people are not like black people.

So far, no one can figure out what race they are, they must be mixed race.

The local indigenous people hunt and gather for health and are a nomadic population.

They wander around, singing and dancing, and are not suitable for joining the army and fighting.

Zhang Daquan is a typical Chinese, extremely utilitarian. In order to recruit people, he even asked Chinese people to participate in local indigenous dances, and even invited local gods to come home to burn incense and worship as a sign of friendship.

But Zhang Daquan asked them to help him fight...

…

Living in this world, who doesn’t have some hobbies?

Zhao Chuanxin looked for evidence to prove something.

Xingyue encouraged him: "Nikola Tesla, didn't he always say that his brain can receive signals? Go back and ask him."

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "You are starting to speak with a purpose now, aren't you? Stop talking in roundabout ways from now on."

Last time, Xingyue asked him to hand over a Jane of Divine Consciousness and two test tubes to Benjamin Goldberg for research.

This time Xingyue encouraged him to fly back to the sky, it must be related to this, and not just for Zhao Chuanxin's hobbies.

Zhao Chuanxin has always been interested in strange powers and chaos, but unless he sees it with his own eyes, he will deny all monsters and monsters.

Over the years, he has traveled far and wide and has seen a lot. Except for the strange things he witnessed a few days ago, the rest are just rumors passed down by foolish men and women.

Lao Zhao is an expert in physical exorcism.

But Zhao Chuanxin still flew back to the sky.

He went to Nikola Tesla and explained the reason.

Nikola Tesla said happily: "Zhao, do you finally believe me? But unfortunately, this is different from what you thought. That is a frequency. Do you understand the frequency?"

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs and lit a cigarette: "Nicola, just tell the truth. Apart from the inexplicable things in your mind, have you ever seen anything strange with your own eyes?"

Nikola Tesla was honest: "That's not true. But you have to believe that the signal I received in my head is absolutely extraordinary."

Zhao Chuanxin was disappointed, took out his mobile phone and called Benjamin: "Come back, I'm in the restaurant."

After hanging up the phone.

Pot stickers join in the fun.

He thought the two were talking about monsters and ghosts, so he said mysteriously: "Shopkeeper, I have a strange thing. It is said that in the ninth year of Guangxu's reign, there was such a river. A man was practicing martial arts by the river. Suddenly he jumped from the river. A monster came out. This monster was very frightening. It had the upper body of a fish and the lower body of a human. Its body was like a thick pillar, and its hands and feet were webbed. It attacked the man..."

Nikola Tesla was stunned when he heard this: "Is this serious?"

"Isn't it true?" Guo Tie'er's biggest hobby in life is bragging.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah... tui! Aren't you talking about the fish-man story in "Dianshizhai Pictorial"? Do you think I don't know about it?"

Over the years, he has read a lot of books and newspapers.

There was no way, there was too little entertainment, and Zhao Chuanxin even developed the habit of reading.

At this time, the handwriting in books and newspapers is very large. Even if he reads all the newspapers and picture albums, it will not be as good as the future information explosion.

The pot sticker was dumbfounded, and he chuckled: "Let the shopkeeper expose it. But I'd rather believe it or not..."

Zhao Chuanxin's concept is just the opposite - one should do the opposite in life and conduct, one should look at everything with suspicion and criticism, and then verify the truth or falsehood, instead of simply believing when there is a lack of evidence and taking unfounded things as one's own. Cognition.

Suffering arises from misconceptions.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand in disgust: "Get out of here!"

The pot sticker felt bored and said angrily: "If you don't believe it, you will be defeated. If you don't believe it, you will suffer a loss sooner or later."

Benjamin Goldberg is here.

"Master, what's the matter? I'm doing an experiment."

Zhao Chuanxin listened to Xingyue's words and repeated: "How is your experiment going? Can it be fused?"

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "I have tried many methods, but none of them work. Now I am experimenting with a new method, injecting two kinds of tissue cells into the butterfly's pupa, because the way of breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly is too mysterious. Maybe Maybe there’s a way to merge the two.”

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, he said nothing.

Benjamin Goldberg said again: "By the way, Master, I found that the tissue cells you gave are extremely active and do not require sterility, specific temperature, and pH to survive. I need you to help me make a better one." A microscope, and a knife fine enough to chop cells..."

Xingyue told Zhao Chuanxin: "Yes, promise him."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly walked out of the restaurant and asked Xingyue when he got outside: "Really, what do you want to do?"

Xingyue hurriedly said to please: "Don't be angry, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just told you that you are not interested either. I want to try to combine my body with your auxiliary limbs. In this way, we can be in a certain sense Become one."

Zhao Chuanxin was wary: "So what if we become one? Could it be that you want to seize the dove's house and occupy the magpie's nest?"

Xingyue scorned: "Seize the body? Are you afraid that you have read too many Taoist books recently?"

"explain."

"When your body dies, I will die too. Maybe I guessed wrong, but I can deduce from various signs that you don't want to live long now. So I have to protect you better. Fusion with the remains of the deceased can enhance my various aspects. ability."

Zhao Chuanxin was silent for half a minute.

He was a little confused.

Originally he wanted to live a century, and then another century.

But after having several children, he felt that immortality was actually a curse and torture for people.

Therefore, he quit smoking even if he could, drank even if he didn't feel good about it, and would never give orders to the Fearless Pioneer that would extend his lifespan.

Zhao Chuanxin is willing to bring his life to an end one day, but Xingyue seems unwilling to embrace the end.

Since this guy has self-awareness, Zhao Chuanxin has added a layer of moral and ethical shackles to his mind.

It is not fair to Xingyue to die with Xingyue who does not want to die.

"Okay."

Zhao Chuanxin has made up his mind.

He grinds a new microscope for Benjamin Goldberg and makes a super fine knife and scissors.

Soon, Zhao Chuanxin is ready to go to Tibet.

Not for the public, but for private.

He wants to see if there are any strange things happening in the mysterious Tibet in this era.

Before leaving, Benjamin Goldberg said to Zhao Chuanxin with a blushing face: "Master, when you get to the west, help me find out about a woman named Losang Zhuoma and see how she is doing. She is famous in the local area."

Benjamin ran away from home with Ganfan, calling it training.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know what he had experienced, and later learned something from Ganfan.

He smiled and said, "If people indulge themselves too much before they reach adulthood, it will affect their development."

Benjamin Goldberg immediately said, "Master, you misunderstood. He was just an ordinary friend."

"I just said that you should not stay up too late and should not overeat. I have no other meaning. What does it have to do with ordinary friends?"

"Huh?"

The weather was still cold at this time. It would be a long journey. Zhao Chuanxin had to prepare his luggage, mainly to bring a variety of small gifts.

During the third generation of Youlong, Zhao Chuanxin was in a hurry. In order to ensure speed and efficiency, he mostly chose flat places to walk.

The fourth generation of Youlong, without this concern, first filled up the tank, then flew over the mountains and headed straight to Haixi.

Although the living conditions of the herdsmen here are poor, they can still have enough food and clothing.

Zhao Chuanxin took out red bean cakes, yellow pine cakes and London cakes and distributed them to local children.

They were dirty on their faces and bodies, their hair was felted and tangled, and they stretched out their black little hands to take it, not knowing how to refuse.

His family members hurried forward: "Zaxi Deler!"

Zhao Chuanxin also said: "Zaxi Deler."

Then he immediately got to the point and asked in Tibetan according to the prepared script.

Nothing.

He went east, walking and asking along the way.

Haixi, Haibei, Hai-nan.

The sea here refers to Haizi.

It is actually Qinghai Lake.

The population here is densely distributed, so Zhao Chuanxin really delayed some time and sent out a large number of cakes.

He prepared a steel frame in advance and slept outside at night, letting the digging puppet dig a pit, folding the steel frame to open it, nailing it in the pit to set up a tent to sleep.

In fact, he could choose to live in the herdsmen's tent, but he couldn't stand the messy smell.

Xingyue manipulated the black puppet craftsman to record the various answers he got during the day on paper.

Zhao Chuanxin lit the lamp to put the sorted information into a folder and put it away.

The next day, he continued to travel south and arrived at the jurisdiction of the Ganbian Ninghai garrison.

After asking for no results, he slept here for a night.

The cold wind was howling outside, and the fire was burning in the tent.

Inside, there were solid wood folding single beds, tables and chairs, and the chairs had wolf skin cushions.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up noodles with chopsticks while looking at the sorted materials.

Xingyue asked: "Why are you obsessed with these?"

Zhao Chuanxin ate noodles and garlic: "How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?"

If this was said in the future, it would probably be ridiculed by the crowd.

But at this time, Zhao Chuanxin felt that it was still unknown who would win.

Xingyue said in a strange tone: "Have you ever thought that they don't want to murder, but want to protect? Just like I want to protect you."

Zhao Chuanxin drank a mouthful of noodle soup and said lightly: "Whether it is an enemy or a friend, you will know it when you meet. Humans are like this, blessings and disasters come from no door, but people call them!"

Xingyue was speechless and could only say: "Little carbon base, so arrogant."

"Haha..."

After eating the noodles, Zhao Chuanxin began to wash the photos taken during the day.

The place where Zhao Chuanxin was now under the jurisdiction of the Qinghai Mongolian Envoy, with Ma Qi as the general.

When Zhao Chuanxin first built Tianshangfei, the swordsman Jinxiang who went there to seek refuge fled because he offended Ma Qi.

That was in the pre-Qing Dynasty.

Now Ma Qi has become a warlord, trying to expand his power from Yushu and Dulan to Guoluo.

Ma Qi imposed heavy taxes everywhere, causing Zhao Chuanxin to go to these places to inquire about the news. He had to take gifts before talking, otherwise no one would give him a good face, just because he was a Han Chinese.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin arrived at the border of Sichuan.

When he got here, his usual tricks didn't work.

Because the troops stationed here were not Han troops, but Tibetan troops.

Zhao Chuanxin had just taken out the cakes when Tibetans carrying guns came aggressively and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and talked a lot.

Originally, there were Han troops stationed here, but in 2011, there was a turmoil in the country, and the Han troops left the team and went home.

The Thirteenth Dalai took the opportunity to expel the Han officials and occupied many places.

The few Han troops left behind barely managed to keep the Wahe Mountains and the area east of the Lancang River.

Even so, the Tibetan army was still aggressive, and the British devils were doing bad things behind the scenes.

Zhao Chuanxin held up the cakes, looked at the people who came, and replied in awkward Tibetan: "Don't say I didn't warn you. If you take another step forward, don't blame me for being rude."

No one listened to him.

These people became even angrier, pointing at Zhao Chuanxin and cursing, and some were ready to raise their guns.

The local herdsmen were not very friendly to Zhao Chuanxin either. They looked fierce and were ready to surround Zhao Chuanxin with the Tibetan soldiers.

In fact, the Tibetan authorities are not good people. They control serfs and the people live in hell.

When the Han army came, the locals should have prepared food and drink to welcome the king.

It's strange, but warlords everywhere also levied heavy taxes and left no way for people to live.

What kind of person is Lao Zhao?

Giving you a warning is already giving you face.

But if you go against your will, you will die.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately took out the Abyss M1913, quickly loaded the bolt handle, and fired at the people on the opposite side.

Chirp chirp chirp chirp...

The submachine gun is silenced.

I saw blood spots on the bodies of several people, and they were quickly shot into sieves.

Zhao Chuanxin temporarily released the trigger, turned the muzzle, and aimed at the herdsmen who were eager to try.

The herdsmen were shocked.

What kind of things are these?

They have seen rifles, earth cannons, and perhaps heard of heavy machine guns.

But they have never seen submachine guns.

They have never heard of silencers.

"It's none of our business..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin pulled the trigger.

Chirp chirp chirp chirp...

Several herdsmen fell in a pool of blood.

A woman with a child walked out of the tent. Seeing her man lying in a pool of blood, she rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin with a machete.

Chirp chirp chirp chirp!

One big and one small, both fell to the ground and twitched.

Zhao Chuanxin spat and lit up the cigarette: "The guy next door, are there any more?"

No one dared to force him.

But someone stared at Zhao Chuanxin with hatred.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

Chirp chirp...

The man's chest, abdomen, arms, and thighs were all full of bullet holes.

It was so miserable.

"Damn you, I'll let you stare at me again. Are there any more?"