The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After eating and drinking, Zhao Chuanxin patted his stomach and puffed out a cigarette.

The waiter saw it this time and hurried to remove the napkins and the messy cups and plates.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Maria: "Why do you always look at the dead? Don't be afraid of death. Everyone will die, but not everyone has lived." Maria paused, she stole a glance at Aristotle with a cigarette, and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, what does it mean to have lived?" Zhao Chuanxin showed a row of new teeth that were so neat and white that they made people tremble: "What can you do?" "Sir, I can't shoot, I can't ride a horse, and I can't even knit a sweater." "At a young age, don't be discouraged because you can't do these three things." Zhao Chuanxin blew a smoke ring and said: "After all, you don't just have these three things." "..." Maria suddenly laughed: "Sir, can you give me some serious advice?" Zhao Chuanxin sighed and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "If I can give you advice successfully, will I still cause a death because of sneaking in to eat a meal?" Maria couldn't laugh anymore. Aristotle was so angry. What the hell is this? Is this woman crazy? He is the murderer.

Jack the Ripper at least knew that he had done something bad and hid his head and tail.

But what about this man? He killed people blatantly.

How can you talk and laugh with him?

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, buttoned up his clothes, and said to Maria: "I see that your etiquette in all aspects is deeply rooted in your bones, but you are a little rebellious. At least you have a good family background. Believe me, Maria, only those who have worked hard know..."

"Sir, what do people who have worked hard know?"

Zhao Chuanxin put the Humboldt hat on the corner of the chair back on his head: "Only those who have worked hard know how important background is."

"Hehe..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at her, and Maria's heart trembled.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was obviously very scared at first, but now she hoped that Zhao Chuanxin would not leave in a hurry.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and saw a cello in the corner that the band had not taken away. His eyes suddenly lit up: "Maria, do you know how to play the cello?"

These ladies have been exposed to art since childhood. Some can paint and some can play.

That's why Zhao Chuanxin asked this question.

Maria nodded: "Yes."

"Look, don't you have a specialty?" Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "Unlike me, my specialty is my specialty."

Maria blushed.

She stood up and walked to the cello and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, what do you want to hear?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'll hum a few sentences, see if you can play it."

Zhao Chuanxin hummed a few sentences.

Maria played the cello. Her skin was as white as snow, her mouth was a little big, and she looked serious when playing the cello.

When she looked up, her big eyes reflected the tall figure of Zhao Chuanxin with his hands in his pockets.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and there were two beautiful arcs at the corners of her mouth.

Then, she immersed herself in the music she played.

She felt that the song was mysterious and magnificent, solemn but melodious, so she lowered her head and played seriously. When Zhao Chuanxin finished playing the few sentences he hummed, she looked up again, and Zhao Chuanxin had already pushed the door out.

She stood up suddenly, sat down again with a sense of loss, and played again.

An excerpt from "Game of Thrones" was played repeatedly by her, becoming more and more passionate.

Outside, Zhao Chuanxin waved to the British guy who had spoken rudely to him before but was still watching the excitement: "Come here."

The British guy looked around, everyone stayed away from him, as if avoiding the plague god, only his big wave wife did not leave, but she also looked uneasy.

The British guy held the side of the boat with one hand and held his wife's arm with the other hand, very nervous.

Seeing that he did not move, Zhao Chuanxin walked towards him.

The crew waiting at the door of the restaurant held a rifle, but they dared not raise the muzzle.

But he still warned, "Sir, don't go any further."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him, and said without stopping, "What else?"

The crew was speechless.

In full view of the crowd, Zhao Chuanxin came to the Englishman, looked down at him and said, "Fuck you? What did you say to me before?"

The Englishman stammered and dared not answer.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly threw a hook punch.

The Englishman was hit stiff by the punch, and then fell dizzy.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on his chest and began to loosen his belt.

His wife screamed while covering her face with black leather gloves.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of tenderness, and he reached out and gently wiped the tears from Dabolang's face: "Sister-in-law, don't be silly, I never hit women."

Just when the woman was a little quiet, Zhao Chuanxin slapped her with his backhand.

Snap...

The woman was slapped to the ground, and her screams stopped abruptly.

People around: "..."

Dabolang covered his face: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin untied the restraints.

Hualala...

The Englishman on the ground was awakened by the heat.

When he found out what was going on, his eyes immediately became bloodshot.

This was a great humiliation.

He struggled hard, but Zhao Chuanxin's size 43 feet made him unable to move at all.

Zhao Chuanxin shuddered.

After he cleaned himself up, he loosened his legs.

The Englishman on the ground had forgotten the great fear of life and death, and got up from the ground, roaring with a roar that even the strong winds and waves in the North Atlantic in January would be inferior to.

Then he rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned, bent his knees, bounced, stood firmly on the side of the ship, then leaned back and jumped.

Taking out the soft gold armor in mid-air, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his gloves and put it in. Before falling into the sea, the soft gold armor completed closing.

Plop...

Everyone was in an uproar and hurriedly gathered beside the side of the ship to look down.

In the rough sea, where is the Chinese figure?

The British were ashamed and angry.

He looked at the crowd and felt that everyone's eyes were gleaming with ridicule, and he felt that everyone had bad intentions.

He ran to the side of the boat and looked back at his wife.

The big wave seemed to have noticed his intention, and climbed up from the deck. When the man put one leg on the side of the ship, he went over and hugged him, and used the greatest strength in his life to pull him back: "Don't..."

The British man was stunned and pulled back by his anxious wife.

He sat slumped on the deck, sighing as if he had lost his soul.

In full view of everyone, he was about to collapse after being slapped in the face.

Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated.

He suddenly understood this truth.

But how many people in this world feel the same way?

It's none of my business to look at the guests around me, but I don't think there's anything wrong with my attitude. It's still the same as before who should look down on, as long as things don't fall on me.

If you use history as a mirror, you may not know the rise and fall; if you use people as a mirror, you may not know the gains and losses.

After Zhao Chuanxin entered the water, he sneaked out of the range of the Lusitania before rising to the surface and speeding eastward on the Ethereal Traveler.

His soft gold armor can be sealed, but the oxygen stored for breathing is limited, and his diving time is only slightly longer than normal diving.

He seemed to be out of that "belt" and the waves were no longer so fast.

From six o'clock in the evening, I ran to around midnight, saw a cargo ship carrying ore, and went to sleep.

At this point, it was almost thirteen hours of pure travel time.

Zhao Chuanxin was exhausted both physically and mentally, so he found a safe place to sacrifice for the stars and the moon to protect him, and fell asleep.

After sleeping for about six hours, he woke up.

After waking up, I took out the egg pudding, chicken rolls, mille-feuille and salmon mayonnaise wrapped in bread that I had taken away from the first-class restaurant on the Lusitania yesterday and heated them up for a meal.

He sat cross-legged in the cabin of the cargo ship and took out the "Code of the Old Gods" to refresh his progress.

Zhao Chuanxin was moved by his hard work.

"In this day and age, besides Zhao, who else has such a spirit of cantilevering one's head and stabbing one's buttocks?"

[I walked to the edge of the land of thieves. There were dead trees standing in the desert. Sling bags hung upside down on the branches of the dead trees. The strange hanging bags looked like beehives, which made me dare not act rashly. 】

[Curiosity drove me closer. At this time, rolling bags appeared on the sand. I took out the net cautiously, thinking it was another kowtowing insect, but I saw a strange and fat insect with its butt sticking out of the sand. 】

[With the copy net in hand, I wasn’t too worried, but there was a stench wafting in the wind. 】

[It was already too late when I held my breath. I felt the sand in front of my eyes was rising up and pouring into the blue sky. Faintly, the sand formed the image of the God of Spiritual Tribulation in the sky. The God of Spiritual Tribulation roared at me. I vaguely saw the female hunter of Hongdao behind the God of Spiritual Tribulation. Her eyes were full of hatred. Although she did not speak, I Knowing that she is looking for the female monk from Hongdao, she wants to seek revenge from her. 】

Zhao Chuanxin believed that the odor emitted by the bugs' butts in the sand had a hallucinogenic effect, and that these were hallucinations produced by the fearless pioneers.

[I couldn't help but take a few steps forward. 】

[My hand seemed to have touched something soft. I looked up and looked carefully, and found that it was actually the Hongdao nun, and the softness I touched was actually hers...]

Zhao Chuanxin: My child, you are most likely thirsty.

[I pushed a little harder, then harder, and harder again... The Hongdao female monk was retreating, and I followed her step by step. 】

[The things in front of me suddenly disappeared, the sand was still sand, and I had already walked to the dead tree and pinched the hanging bag hanging on the dead tree. After the hanging bag was broken, sticky liquid and tiny seeds fell down. So, that is not the Hongdao female monk at all, everything is my imagination. 】

[Countless fart bugs burrowed out of the sand and swallowed the mucus spilled from the sling. When they squirmed, the seeds in the sling were buried deep into the sand. 】

[When I looked back, I was shocked to find that I had not just crushed one hanging bag, but all the hanging bags on the dead trees. 】

[Just when my body was about to expel toxins, new fart bugs would release toxins, forcing me to complete this journey without realizing it. 】

[I hurried away from the dead wood area, but heard a conversation in front of me. 】

[I saw two people wearing sand bandit robes digging in the sand, digging out the condensed sand shells of the kowtow beetles. 】

[They put the sand shells into bags on their backs. 】

[The tall sand bandit said: With today’s kowtow beetle sand shells, I have collected enough materials to build a house. 】

[The short sand pirate said: You are so lucky. You can marry a wife and have children. I am still far behind. 】

[I think they are very smart. The kowtow bug's sand shell is hollow and lighter than stone bricks. Using sand shells to build tall towers can also reduce the use of mushroom slime. 】

[The residents of Rune Desert have always hated the sand pirates and considered them extremely vicious. 】

[But I saw these two sand bandits today, they are just like ordinary people. They are also working hard all day long to build houses, marry wives and have children. 】

[I followed the two sand pirates and listened to their chatter. Apart from food, clothing, shelter and transportation, they did not talk about the evil deeds of robbing traveling merchants. 】

[I can’t be sure whether they have never done this kind of thing, or whether they simply avoid talking about it. 】

[There are underground rivers deep underground in the Cursed Desert, but not everyone has the strength to dig deep into the quicksand. Even if a deep well is dug, the sand walls bonded with mushroom mucus may collapse due to moisture erosion all year round. In many cases, this Collapse is a disaster for a tribe. 】

[The two sand pirates ran out of drinking water, and they headed back home soon. 】

[I followed them from a distance, and when the sun sank into the undulating sand dunes in the distance, I even put on a cloak of shadow. 】

[Finally, I followed them to the land of thieves. 】

[I stood on a sand dune, and under the remaining skylight, I saw an unusually huge skeleton that looked like a mountain peak. In the gaps between the bones, the group used thinner bones as frames, built sand walls on the outside where they were easily eroded by strong winds, and used various fabrics to build tents on the inside. 】

[Xingyue told me: According to classic records, it is said that the huge skeleton in the Land of Bandits was left behind by a certain god who died in the war. Its corpse breeds evil and greed, attracting countless people with ulterior motives to come here. Every day here The night echoed with the unwillingness and roar of the gods. 】

[I saw many bone pillars like the trunks of towering trees, and the tallest one hung a flag fluttering in the wind. On the flag was a very ferocious black dragon full of anger. 】

[The flag has been riddled with holes by the wind and sand, so one of the black dragon's legs is missing. The black dragon's sharp jaw is broken. The black dragon's dark armor seems to have been pierced by countless sharp arrows. It seems to be surrounded by enemies. There is only one lone warrior left, but he still wants to fight to the end. 】

[But the group of thieves under that ferocious flag seemed extremely peaceful at this time. There was no sign that they were the kind of villains who ate human flesh as the residents of Rune City said. They also eat common desert beans and giant beetle jerky. They cherish water more than the residents of Rune City. They even use fine sand to rub their hands and faces instead of water, but this makes the skin on their hands chapped due to lack of water. . 】

[The descendants of the nobles once told me that the entrance to the sound-absorbing cold iron mine is in the center of the land of thieves, and is guarded by a large number of desert rangers. 】

[The strength of the desert ranger is roughly equivalent to that of the explorers of Middle-earth. 】

[The descendants of the nobles also said that each sand pirate tribe is led by a black dragon knight who leads many desert rangers and ordinary sand pirates, and the leader of the group of thieves leads all the sand pirate tribes under the bones of the gods. The Black Dragon Knights each have unique skills, and their strength is not weaker than the fearless vanguard of Middle-earth. 】

[So, this is a mission full of dangers, and I have to be very alert. 】

[Although I was wearing a cloak of shadow and it was dark at this time, I still carefully tried to find no one and walked under the bones of the god. 】

[On the way, I saw the place where the black dragon rested. It was cleaned even cleaner than ordinary people's homes. 】

[Suddenly, the black dragon raised his head and looked towards me doubtfully. 】

[I didn’t dare to breathe, so I secretly put desert roots on the soles of my shoes to slow down the vibration when I walked. After all, the black dragon is a creature with poor vision but keen senses of hearing, smell, and touch. 】

[I bypassed the black dragon without any danger, and after walking for a long time, I arrived at the center of the bandit place. 】

[Sure enough, there is a dark hole there. 】

[The entrance to the cave is supported by a circle of giant beetle shells, surrounded by desert rangers wearing tight black robes and carrying various weapons. 】

[This gives me the excitement and pleasure of doing something without telling anyone in front of everyone. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was so embarrassed that he had indeed trained a habitual thief.

[While I was chuckling, a desert ranger with a mechanical prosthetic eye suddenly shouted at me: Who is there? 】

【I was shocked! 】