The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

On the way here, to pass the time, Xingyue taught Zhao Chuanxin how to learn the writing of another world.

The purpose of Zhao Chuanxin's study is to master the runes.

Xingyue said: Your intelligence is far beyond the level, your memory is better than 80% of humans, and your body is extremely healthy, but you still can't master the runes. You haven't even touched the edges. I guess it's because of the thinking of people on earth. Habits are different. If you cultivate it from an early age, it might still be possible.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little unwilling: "I'll try again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of gunfire was heard.

He froze for a moment, got ashore, and ran towards Anqing City.

People who hate Zhao Chuanxin hate him to the core, while people who admire Zhao Chuanxin are in awe.

There are many people in the world who "talk about righteousness but think about business", but Zhao Chuanxin carries a three-foot sword in the box on his back to show injustice to God and others.

Wherever there was excitement or injustice, he would join in.

Maybe it's foreigners again?

Zhao Chuanxin approached with questions in his mind.

…

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, wars broke out everywhere. Not only did foreigners forcefully seize the country's gates, but our own people were also dissatisfied.

Most of the uprisings in various places were organized by rabble and had no faith.

Most of them have two thoughts in their minds: first, the Qing government is not good and must be overthrown; second, after earth-shaking changes, people can be promoted and make a fortune, and the people can live a good life.

People with the surname Sun go around making wishes for promotion and wealth, which reinforces this idea.

Therefore, even if an absolutely correct existence appears at this time, it will be difficult to achieve it before the human heart has experienced true despair.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxin did not do useless work at all and let them do whatever they wanted.

Xiong Chengji thought his plan was good, but he didn't want Xue Zhe, Fan Chuanjia and others in the city to be entangled. Xiong Chengji led people to attack the city all night and failed to arrive in time to open the door.

To make matters worse, the Qing navy on the river outside Nancheng shelled the rebel positions.

Xiong Chengji was attacked from both sides.

Without faith, it is easy to be vigorous and then dwindle. Even if the casualties are heavy, people's hearts will become unstable.

Everyone is beating the drum in their hearts.

Xiong Chengji got angry and had several blisters at the corners of his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the bandaged Bubu, clenching his fists and secretly saying it was a pity.

"Commander-in-Chief, let's withdraw."

The rebel army elected Xiong Chengji, the most capable man, as its commander-in-chief.

Xiong Chengji was determined to fight again, but looking at the insurgents who were already fearful, he finally sighed: "Okay, let's withdraw."

But we can't just end up like this, he said: "We retreat to Jixian Pass, take Luzhou, and wait until the foundation is solid before fighting again."

All the baggage was abandoned because I was worried that if I ran too slowly, I would be overtaken by the Qing army.

But even if this is the case, the Qing army is also following behind.

The two sides fought several times outside the city, and Xiong Chengji's subordinates suffered even more casualties.

He was disgraced and no longer as high-spirited as he had been at the beginning. He was like a bereaved dog leading the crowd to one side or another.

"We are surrounded." The subordinate said bitterly.

Xiong Chengji was startled, looked around, and stamped his feet: "We are almost at Jixian Pass."

At this time, rumbling sounds were suddenly heard from the direction of the Qing army's attack, fires were shining, and gunpowder smoke was billowing.

The Qing army's pursuers were in chaos and retreated hurriedly.

If the rebel army has no faith, the same goes for the Qing army.

Their confidence was the dying Qing Dynasty, but the confidence given by the Qing Dynasty was very insufficient.

Xiong Chengji asked: "What's going on?"

"The Qing army was attacked, but there seemed to be no casualties."

Xiong Chengji bravely put his head out and took a telescope to watch from a distance.

He clearly couldn't see the light of the artillery, but he saw "artillery shells" exploding frequently along the Qing army's pursuit route. He couldn't tell where the artillery fire came from.

The Qing army was also confused about the situation and could only retreat again and again.

"This..." Xiong Chengji scratched his head: "Is it possible that Xue Zhe and Fan Chuanjia broke out of the city?"

"It's not like that." Someone shook his head: "It seems like someone deliberately blocked the Qing army from fighting with us. Despite the bustle of the explosion, there were no casualties among the Qing army. How could Xue Zhe and Fan Chuanjia be like this? Besides, the cannon is no better than the machine. The artillery is more powerful and far less like the handiwork of the artillery team.”

Xiong Chengji made a quick decision: "Never mind, let's withdraw."

They headed north, but the Qing army was driven south.

When Xingyue told Zhao Chuanxin: It's okay, the distance has been extended.

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief.

The inventory of explosive arrows made by Xingyue has been emptied.

Since there have been uprisings from time to time in recent years, he can't remember which group of rebels rebelled again.

When he saw it, he helped him casually, but Zhao Chuanxin was not willing to kill his own compatriots, no matter which camp they were from.

He took off his soft gold armor, thought about it, and headed towards the Qing army.

A Qing soldier was cleaning the barrel of a nine-shot gun when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

He turned around in shock and saw a tall bearded man holding a cigarette and smiling at him.

Qing Bing frowned with an unhappy expression: "Who are you?"

"I want to ask, who are you fighting with?" the man asked.

"Get away, it's none of your business."

"Hey, look at this little grumpy guy, he's quite aggressive when he talks." Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette and handed it to the soldier: "Let's talk about it. Idle time is also idle."

However, the Qing soldiers directly snatched a box of cigarettes from Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

Zhao Chuanxin is not annoyed either.

Only then did the Qing soldiers get angry: "Who else could it be? The rebel Xiong Chengji. He wanted to seize the city, but Mr. Zhu knew what was going to happen and arranged it in advance..."

After the Qing soldiers finished speaking, they frowned and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Who are you? Why do you ask these questions?"

Zhao Chuanxin put out his cigarette butt on the ground: "White Horse, Silver Spear, Plum Wine, I won't tell you who my rival is in the world, I'm just Zhao Xin."

"What a loud tone. Back then, even the Five Great Sword Kings didn't dare to say that they were invincible." Qing Bing rolled his eyes. "Are you not a water bandit on Taihu Lake?"

"Haha, Abao on Taihu Lake knows that she also has to wash my feet. The water bandits are nothing." Zhao Chuanxin made nonsense: "Forget it, I won't tell you this ignorant big-headed soldier. , I will also go to Huashan Mountain to discuss swordsmanship. The so-called desire to compete with God will defeat all the heroes in the world."

Qing Bing: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin left because he saw other Qing troops coming towards this direction.

…

In Hankou, Frankie called the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs and cried with snot and tears about the situation in Hankou.

In the afternoon, the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs told him to take photos to collect evidence.

But no explanation was given as to why.

Frankie finally felt the inner powerlessness and struggle of many Chinese people when facing the invasion of foreigners.

He roared in his heart: How useful is collecting evidence? Can you still sanction Zhao Chuanxin?

Just like those Chinese people who had no way to ask for help after being occupied by foreign missionaries.

Belgium doesn't even have a warship, its soldiers are useless, and its backers, France and Tsarist Russia, have too much to take care of themselves. What can Frankie do?

But he still did his duty, took several tragic pictures of the corpses lying in pieces on the street, packed up his bed, and prepared to leave.

Coincidentally, the French were also taking photos.

Du Lifang sent a telex to the French Concession in Hankou, asking them to keep enough evidence before washing the land.

The destruction of Japanese gunboats and the chipping of German gunboats caused an international uproar.

Previously, Zhao Chuanxin only chiseled the warship, but the sunken warship was actually intact except for the bottom of the ship.

But now Zhao Chuanxin has shown that as long as he wants, he can completely destroy a warship that contains the pinnacle industrial technology of several countries.

This is another concept entirely.

When Nicholas II heard about this, he was shocked and remembered what Kosovitz had reported to him.

Kuosowici said that Zhang Shouzeng threatened him, and Zhao Chuanxin could go to their ordnance factory to cause sabotage at any time.

Zhao Chuanxin completely destroyed the Japanese ship Tsushima, as if he wanted to prove this to Nicholas II - Just hold on and see if you can stop me.

After learning that Zhao Chuanxin had left Lubin Mansion, a conspiracy about Lubin Mansion was eliminated, but a more detailed and deep-seated crisis was lurking, waiting to break out one day.

…

Hangzhou, Liu Jinzao's house.

"Master, there is a visitor outside, claiming his surname is Zhao. He, he slapped me..." The concierge complained aggrievedly, covering his face.

Liu Jinzao was stunned for a moment, then said angrily: "Who is so bold?"

Before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "Me."

Zhao Chuanxin had already entered the mansion, putting one hand in his overalls pocket and holding a cigarette in the other and said calmly.

Liu Jinzao was startled, thinking that a thief was knocking on his door: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "My surname is Zhao, and my courtesy name is Tan Gong."

"What Zhao Tan Gong, no matter who..." Liu Jinzao said halfway, his eyes suddenly widened: "Zhao Tan Gong?"

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off the cigarette ashes, pulled up the Taishi chair and sat down: "I saw the Industrial Bank you established in the city. Your business is quite big, isn't it?"

He once had a credit card from Xingye.

Liu Jinzao glared at the concierge: "You go out first."

The concierge had never heard of Zhao Chuanxin, so he stiffened his neck and asked, "Sir, do you want to report to the official?"

"Report to the official, report to the official, get out."

"Hey, yes, let's go now..."

When the obstructive concierge left, Liu Jinzao changed his face and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao's presence in this humble abode makes the plum blossoms shine..."

Zhao Chuanxin just wanted to visit Liu Jinzao, but it turned out that the concierge looked down on others and it was natural for him to be slapped.

However, Liu Jinzao's father had been doing business since his generation, and his generation was even more knowledgeable. He was afraid that someone would cheat him, so he asked tentatively: "Mr. Zhao, where are you from?"

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him with a half-smile but guessed what he was thinking: "Lubin Mansion, Beijing, Hankou, Hangzhou. I have nothing else to do with you. I want to do silk business with you. Please pay in cash." .”

The route is right.

Cash eliminates the possibility of fraud.

Liu Jinzao was stunned, never expecting that Zhao Chuanxin wanted to do business with him: "This... Mr. Zhao is in the raw silk business, or is he in the finished silk business?"

Their family started with raw silk, but now it has developed into a wide range of businesses, including finance, railways, shipping, real estate, lighting companies... it is not limited to raw silk.

To be honest, if an ordinary person wanted to do raw silk or silk business with him, Liu Jinzao would not even look at him.

But Zhao Chuanxin is another matter.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "The finished silk satin."

To be honest, Liu Jinzao was not very interested in this.

But he was very interested in Zhao Chuanxin.

He considered: "Mr. Zhao wants to export to Tsarist Russia? Just for what Mr. Zhao has done for the country and the people, Liu should also help."

What he means is that this deal with you is purely a personal favor.

Everyone loves money.

He guessed that Zhao Chuanxin wanted to take advantage of Lubin Prefecture's Luguan to develop his own industry and gain Tsarist Russia's wealth with Lubin Prefecture.

In this era, there is nothing to criticize, and if it is spread out, it will not be criticized by others.

He was only half right. Zhao Chuanxin was right to want to make a fortune, but exporting to Tsarist Russia was nonsense.

Even if silk could be sold in freezing Tsarist Russia, how many people would buy it?

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain: "In addition, I also want to buy a property in Hangzhou and ask Boss Liu for help."

When Liu Jinzao heard this, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind - American missionary Han Mingde.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Zhao, does he know about Moganshan?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "I don't know."

"..." Liu Jinzao had no choice but to explain: "Mogan Mountain has beautiful mountains and clear waters. It has the three virtues of bamboo, clouds and springs, and the four virtues of clarity, tranquility, green and coolness. Foreigners have always liked to build summer villas in the mountains, and now most of them live in them. A foreigner. As Mr. Zhao, it is appropriate to live there. Just as it happened, I heard that the American Han Mingde wanted to sell the villa No. 545 in Moganshan..."

Zhao Chuanxin was a little wary after hearing this, but considering that the money in his hand was so tight now, he decided to forget it.

He shook his head: "Just buy a simple property by the Qiantang River."

The advantage of being on the riverside is that it takes him less than half an hour to go to Shanghai.

Liu Jinzao shook his head: "Mr. Zhao's words are wrong. Although the Qiantang River is not prone to floods, the tides are strong and it is not a livable place. Moganshan is different. As early as the 24th year of Guangxu, the postal service was opened. After three years of telegraph communication, whenever the summer heat is severe, foreigners rush here in droves to escape the heat, and Mogan Mountain has become their summer bay. If Mr. Zhao doesn't believe it, Liu will tell you after you take a look."

Zhao Chuanxin was a little strange.

Why did Liu Jinzao insist on taking him to Mogan Mountain?

First of all, Zhao Chuanxin eliminated the possibility that Liu Jinzao wanted to harm him, because this kind of wealthy businessman cherished his life and did not have the courage.

So what does he want to do?

Zhao Chuanxin thought of a possibility: Liu Jinzao wanted to see his financial resources.

Although the Liu family is rich, it is said that Zhao Chuanxin is not short of money. Americans say that he emptied half of Wall Street.

In other words, Liu Jinzao still wanted to prove Zhao Chuanxin's "correct identity."

He thought for a while and said, "I'm in a hurry to go to Macau and Hong Kong. Why don't you tell me how to get there, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

"..."

It's more than a hundred miles away, just go back?

"Hurry up, hurry up, time is running out." Zhao Chuanxin saw Liu Jinzao whining and urged, "I will arrive at Ao Island tonight."

Zhao Chuanxin not only never suffers from internal friction, but also consumes the energy of others.

Liu Jinzao was rushed by him and had no time to think, so he hurriedly pointed out the route.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his glasses, and Xingyue drew a road map according to Liu Jinzao's words.

What Liu Jinzao said was very complicated: "You can go out less than 200 meters to the west. At the intersection, walk north to Bai Laimi. You can see the newly built road going west...turn around at Lingshan and make a big turn to the northwest..."

After he finished speaking, he was a little shy.

I'm afraid no one can remember this.

However, Zhao Chuanxin nodded, walked out of the door, poked an eye in an inconspicuous corner, and stepped onto the Misty Traveler.

Liu Jinzao rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

How can people run so fast?

That is to say, he was stunned and Zhao Chuanxin disappeared.

How did Zhao Chuanxin escape? He put on the soft gold armor first, and the road was straight and level, and he ran on the Misty Traveler.

The road was winding and steep, and he opened the channel of holy light to flash.

Xingyue perfected and corrected the map on the goggles, just like recording fingerprints when setting up fingerprint unlocking.

Thousands of poles along the road form a sea of ​​green, and you can look at the tall buildings at the bottom of the stream.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the waterfall rising in the sky, pearls flying and jade shattered, two powerful characters were carved on the rock wall - Jianchi.

Zhao Chuanxin had thought that Mo Ganshan sounded familiar before, but now he suddenly realized: "Isn't this the sword pond where the legendary swordsmith Ou Yezi drew water from during the Spring and Autumn Period? General Mo Xie also works in Mogan Mountain..."

The mountains of smoke stood tall and the shadows of the trees danced, and Zhao Chuanxin felt the chill.

It is indeed a summer resort. It must be very cool here in the summer.

OK OK.

There are many mosquitoes and flies in the south, but here, you will definitely not be harassed by so many mosquitoes when the weather is warm.

He left Jianchi and walked back. Many villas had been built here.

According to Liu Jinzao, these villas were transported by the British to Wu-Songkou Pier by waterway, and then transported to Sanqiao-Bu Pier by waterway, and then carried step by step up the mountain by porters on their backs. It is a huge project.

Zhao Chuanxin entered a side road and finally found the villa No. 545 mentioned by Liu Jinzao.

Zhao Chuanxin took a breath of cold air.

Among so many beautifully built villas, No. 545 is the ugliest and most dilapidated one. It is very ugly regardless of Chinese or Western aesthetics.

At this moment, an American hurried over and cursed: "Son of a bitch, Chinese are not allowed to enter here. Are you blind? Didn't you see the sign..."

Zhao Chuanxin really didn't see it.

At this time, when I looked carefully, I discovered that there was a wooden sign hanging in an inconspicuous corner outside the villa courtyard. Sure enough, it was written in paint that Chinese people were not allowed to enter.

Looking at the American who spoke vulgarly, Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes.

China at the beginning of the 20th century was similar to the 21st century. Not all foreigners who came to China were well-educated and courteous people. Most of them were scumbags and scoundrels.

But foreigners who are illiterate suddenly become masters when they come to China. Many foreign students come to China and become praised as foreign teachers.

The American with messy hair and a messy beard walked towards Zhao Chuanxin menacingly.

Someone once raised a spiritual question: When a person sees a fierce tiger, instead of running away, he roars and charges towards the tiger. Will the tiger freeze?

As long as it is wild, the answer is no. The tiger will be full with just one slide.

The Americans went to Zhao Chuanxin, and Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

He jumped up, broke off a branch, and then used his knife to cut a sharp point.

When the American approached and reached out to push Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the opponent's palm seemingly slowly but inevitably, and pressed his thumb on the palm of his hand to pull it upward.

"ah……"

The American first bent over and leaned back. The pain in his wrist made him kneel down involuntarily.

Zhao Chuanxin gently pressed his palm to the ground and nailed the wooden peg in his hand.

laugh……

"Ouch..."

What does it feel like to have your hand nailed to the ground by a piece of wood?

It hurts so much!

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on it hard again, causing the wooden peg to sink deeply into the ground.

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked down at the American who was kneeling on the ground with his hands nailed to the ground and asked, "What is your name?"

"Roy, Alex Roy..."

"Who stipulated that Chinese people are not allowed to enter?" Zhao Chuanxin asked him, lighting a cigar.

"Damn it, Fakeer..."

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the wooden prong and moved it.

"Ouch..." Alex Roy pulled his wound and screamed miserably: "It's a summer vacation, it's a summer vacation. Chinese people are not allowed to buy real estate in the mountains..."

Zhao Chuanxin bent down and blew a puff of smoke into Alex Roy's face: "So, who are you?"

"I, I am assigned to take care of the Moganshan villas."

Zhao Chuanxin finally understood why Liu Jinzao encouraged him to buy the villa on Mogan Mountain.

The beautiful scenery and cool climate were all pretexts. Liu Jinzao saw foreigners occupying this place and knew Zhao Chuanxin's nature, so he wanted to play a trick to drive away tigers and devour wolves.

Today's so-called industrialists, even if they are labeled "patriotic", will not change their nature as capitalists.

Even Zhao Chuanxin could see the huge business opportunities here, let alone Liu Jinzao.

If Zhao Chuanxin was just angry that foreigners did not allow Chinese to buy real estate here and went on a killing spree to drive them away, it is difficult to say that businessmen such as Liu Jinzao would not move in to build houses and sell them.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe that Liu Jinzao sent him here purely out of anger and helplessness.

He sneered and pressed half a cigar into Alex Roy's face.

Alex Roy screamed in pain and stretched out his hand to hit Zhao Chuanxin to get rid of the restraint, but Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his wrist, took out the lightsaber, held the scabbard between his head and shoulders, pulled out a section, and then shook it off. scabbard.

laugh……

The sword rose, and Alex Roy's hand was cut off.

"ah……"

Zhao Chuanxin cut off the contaminated section of the cigar and kept the remaining part to continue smoking. Yes, he was so frugal.

"I'll lend you your hand."

Zhao Chuanxin let go and rushed back with his severed hand.