The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

When Rebecca Levi sobered up a little, she opened her eyes and looked around. There was no Zhao Chuanxin.

But there were three neatly arranged piles of clothes beside the bed.

Each pile had a cardboard label with the following words printed on it: Rebecca Levi, Nina, Tang Qunying.

Rebecca Levi smiled happily.

Rebecca Levi's clothes were a loose camel-colored coat made of wool, a black half-high collar sweater made of cashmere, a long skirt made of dark blue floral fabric with flowers on it, and a pair of exquisite black leather boots underneath.

Without mentioning anything else, just talking about the long skirt, Rebecca Levi touched it and felt that the fabric was unheard of.

Floral fabric is a peculiar fabric, which specifically refers to silk and linen blends during the Song Dynasty.

The people of Linchuan Shangrao used new wisdom to create awakening bone yarn, using pure silk banana bones and twisting them together.

At that time, the price was very high and only the rich could get it.

In fact, it is a blended silk fabric made of a white and fine yellow grass core, hemp, silk, and now wool.

Chinese people are extremely intelligent, ingenious, and have countless skilled craftsmen.

Zhao Chuanxin has always regarded himself as a craftsman and likes to collect rare things.

This material was bought casually at that time.

The skirt made is indeed extraordinary.

Rebecca Levy shook it off and saw that there were two lines of words embroidered vertically on the right leg of the skirt: I am not afraid of Jingzhao Yin in life, and I am not afraid of Yanluo Wang in death.

Tattoos were popular in the Tang Dynasty. There was a guy named Zhang Gan in Chang'an who tattooed these two sentences on his left and right arms.

Why did the various cultures of China decline and even break in the next century? Instead, they were verbally claimed by the Koreans?

It's not that it's bad, nor that there are no flaws, but there are too many people who rely on the past. They think that the things of their ancestors can remain unchanged, and they must be excellent, and there is no need to make changes and progress.

If you don't know how to innovate and keep pace with the times, you will inevitably decline.

Later, a small wave of national style trend swept through, barely turning the tables.

Zhao Chuanxin took the lead and used ancient materials to make modern skirts, adding some rebellious decorations to the traditional conservative skirt style.

There is fashion in solemnity, and rebellion in fashion.

Rebecca Levy put on this set, looked in the full-length mirror, and was immediately amazed by Zhao Chuanxin's craftsmanship.

Every detail is really very exquisite.

For example, the handwriting embroidered on the right leg of the skirt uses a new wild and elegant font, which is Zhao Chuanxin's first creation.

The handwriting is embroidered on the upper side of the knee, which pulls up the focus of the skirt. With a high waistline, it looks taller, and makes the two long legs look more round and full when walking.

The woolen coat, half-high collar sweater and boots are very plain, but the skirt is full of flowers, and with two lines of words to highlight it, it is the brightest boy on the whole street no matter where it is.

Because the two lines of words form a sharp contrast with Rebecca Levy's temperament, there is a sense of contrast and joy.

The sweater and boots were deliberately matched in color.

Rebecca Levy knew that tomorrow was the first day of the Chinese New Year, which was very grand, so she took off her clothes and waited to wear them tomorrow.

She couldn't help but look through Tang Qunying and Nina's clothes.

The two people's outfits, from fabrics to styles, are also very interesting.

For example, there are words embroidered on Tang Qunying's clothes: This old man is scratching his lice, and the young children are vying to get close to the fire. When I want to teach you, I will do it.

There is a story about a private school where the teacher's cultural level is touching. When teaching "The Analects of Confucius", he misread "Yu Yu Hu Wen Zai" as "Du Du Ping Zhang I". The students didn't know the difference and followed him to read "Du Du Ping Zhang I".

One day, another teacher came to the school and laughed after listening to it. He wanted to correct the students.

As a result, the students thought the new teacher was wrong and dispersed.

The new teacher was confused.

When Rebecca Levi enthusiastically gave the clothes to Nina and Tang Qunying.

Tang Qunying thought the clothes were very beautiful at first.

Then he saw the doggerel and gritted his teeth.

What did Zhao Tangong want to express?

Did he want me to be less serious and more humorous?

Or did he think that what I did might not be right, and perhaps it would set a bad trend for future generations, which would be difficult to reverse in the future?

Tang Qunying looked in the mirror again and snorted: "I just wore it!"

...

When Zhao Chuanxin went to Ao Island, Ao Island was very lively, but Li Ziyu's house was unusually deserted, with only the two brothers and sisters eating.

Zhao Chuanxin was caught off guard, and he was holding a bottle of Shaoguo and a bottle of Lafite in his hands.

"Why are there only the two of you?"

Li Ziyu saw Zhao Chuanxin coming suddenly and hurriedly stood up: "Everyone was sent home for the New Year."

He was used to Zhao Chuanxin's elusiveness.

Li Zining stood up and said shyly: "Master, Happy New Year."

Zhao Chuanxin pinched her buttocks secretly: "Zining, Happy New Year."

"Hmm..." Li Zining suppressed and excited.

Yes, that's the feeling.

Zhao Chuanxin saw her like this and pinched her hard again.

I'll satisfy her with this.

"Hmm..." Li Zining groaned.

Li Ziyu was surprised: "Zining, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother, no, nothing..."

Zhao Chuanxin sat down and poured a glass of wine: "Come on, let's have a drink."

Gudong, the wine in the wine cup drank it down in one gulp.

Li Ziyu: "..."

He had a normal alcohol tolerance, so he drank it with gritted teeth.

He immediately blushed.

Li Zining had a good alcohol tolerance, and his face remained unchanged, and he even raised his eyebrows at Zhao Chuanxin.

In Zhao Chuanxin's view, this seemed to be saying: Come on, torture me.

So Zhao Chuanxin, who was not used to others at all, filled a cup and said, "Come, Zi Ning, let's have a drink."

Gudong, the two drank another drink.

"Come to Zi Ning, let's have another drink."

Gudong.

Li Ziyu advised: "Okay, okay, let's have some food."

Li Zining's cheeks were slightly red, and he waved his hand and said, "Brother, don't worry! Master, let's have another drink."

Li Ziyu: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin drank with her six times in a row.

Li Zining drifted away.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up happily: "I have to go to Hong Kong Island. You can continue to eat. In addition, I have a plan here. It is the charter for Royal Dutch Shell to establish a distribution point in Ao Island. Take a look. What is the plan for Ao Island? The taxes are very friendly.”

Li Ziyu took the plan and said nothing, but Li Zining stood up unsteadily, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Master, do you want to escape?"

When Zhao Chuanxin pretended to help Li Zining, he took the opportunity to squeeze her waist.

"ah……"

The sound is very ecstatic.

Li Ziyu frowned: "Zi Ning, if you don't have the ability to drink, don't force yourself to drink. What's the decency of that?"

"I……"

Li Zining was angry, but she didn't dare to say that Zhao Chuanxin pinched her.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Let's go."

…

Zhao Chuanxin had very little confidence in his management abilities, so he was playing a very new thing at this time.

No one in power can take care of so many places like him, especially in an era when there were no passenger planes.

Hong Kong Island, Lotus House.

There are police outside.

The Lotus Tower was set up on a platform with a long red strip hanging on it.

This is a custom that came from Guangzhou, because during the late Qing Dynasty, the communities in Guangzhou were usually self-governing. There were gates in the community, group training and duties in the community, and each neighborhood had a temple, with representatives among the communities. The meeting is called the temple meeting.

When someone needs to summon everyone to hold a temple meeting, he or she must pass a summons, just like the chicken-feather letter in the northwest region.

In addition, there is also the most advanced form of calling, which is to post a red flag.

There are many Cantonese people in Hong Kong Island, so this custom has been passed down.

In later gangster movies, there were scenes of auctioning long reds, but the young and Dangerous at that time had basically forgotten the traditional meaning of long reds. It was more of a symbolic meaning or a way to show off financial power.

The Xuantian Sect's ability to post a long red post naturally means that its prestige has reached its peak, and it has been responded to by hundreds of people on Hong Kong Island.

This is actually true.

Under the rule of the British, the police station in Hong Kong Island is decaying day by day, and various gangs are emerging one after another. At first, they still protect their own interests, but later they do all kinds of evil, and when it comes to interests, they sharpen their heads and move forward.

Since the Xuantian Sect was established, it seems that the community has returned to the situation of self-governance during the temple meeting. If the police want to extort money, they must first ask the Xuantian Sect if they agree.

When someone does evil, the adjudication panel can usually help the victim find the culprit and bring him to justice.

In addition to the police, there were also horsemen from various gangs outside.

"The Xuantian Sect is too overbearing. The gangs we have not joined have their jobs hidden in the cracks."

"Who says it's not the case? If this continues, how can we still have a foothold?"

"Is there no one to treat them?"

"Yes, let's see. After Hei Guren surrendered, he started a new Thirteenth Righteousness. He was promoted to the Twelfth Base Double Red Stick. I heard that even the big vat of peach is no match for him."

"There's something good to watch."

Just as he was talking, there was a person outside pushing the crowd: "Jiang, rang, how can it be unbecoming for everyone to be crowded here?"

An overwhelming force came, and everyone was separated involuntarily.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a tall man wearing a blue robe walking into the inner circle. He had flowing middle-length hair and walked forward with his hands behind his back. He could knock everyone away with his arms alone...

In the Lotus Building, ten banquet tables were set up.

At the main table were Li Guangzong, the deputy head of the Xuantian Sect, Zheng Guohua, the elder, Li Zhitao from the adjudication panel, a group of guest elders from the Presbyterian Church, and Hei Guren from Hongmen, etc.

The rest are other gangs, elites from all walks of life in Hong Kong Island Chinese society, etc.

At this time, at the table of Shi Sanyi, a tall and muscular man with a red face suddenly stood up and cupped his hands at the table of Li Guangzong and said: "Headmaster Li, I have something unclear."

Li Guangzong was talking to others, but this person's loud voice silenced the audience.

Li Guangzong wears a suit and leather shoes, has an easy-going attitude, and his short hair is meticulously combed.

He held a cigarette and spoke indifferently. He raised his head slightly and asked, "This little brother is Han Renxiong from the Thirteenth Righteousness, right? I've heard of you. The Double Red Stick of the Thirteenth Righteousness has recently been promoted to the top twelve. Everyone says you are very capable." Fight, Datan Tao is no match for you. Just say what you want."

Li Guangzong has two things worthy of admiration from others.

First, he never looks down on anyone and is very good at remembering names and numbers.

Second, no matter what happens, he will face the disaster without changing his expression.

Just like some time ago, many members of the adjudication panel were arrested. Others showed no trace of panic on his face. He was always calm and confident.

Being taken seriously by the deputy head of Xuantian Sect is enough to make Han Renxiong proud.

He was somewhat smug.

But today he came here to cause trouble. He said with a sullen face: "Master Li, why do you Xuantian Sect seize our rice shop, teahouse and bone farm?"

Li Guangzong slowly extinguished most of the remaining cigarette in the blue and white porcelain ashtray.

In fact, he rarely smokes, but if someone gives it to him, he will light it, usually holding it in his hand without smoking, and just let it burn out.

He wiped his hands with a wet towel to prevent his fingers from getting yellowed. He was not angry and said with a smile: "In normal business, Xuantian Sect will not interfere with anyone's business."

Because today is New Year's Eve, Li Guangzong is an outsider, and outsiders are taboo in the twelfth lunar month, even saying unlucky words such as "finished" and "death", let alone New Year's Eve.

Li Guangzong was just trying to save face for them and did not tell them clearly.

But those who know the inside story will understand what he is talking about.

Han Renxiong pretended to understand and pretended to be confused: "I am confused when Master Li says this. Isn't our Thirteen Righteousness just running a normal business? Is there anything abnormal?"

As he spoke, he opened his arms and patrolled for a week.

Needless to say, he has been in the limelight for the past six months and has the aura of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Many veterans have fallen into disgrace at his hands.

Everyone avoided his gaze and did not look at him.

Li Guangzong threw away the towel, pressed his hands on the table and said: "Tomorrow is the Spring Festival. Let's talk about this later. The sirs outside also want to have a quiet year."

Han Renxiong sneered three times: "Sirs, so can the Xuantian Sect, and so can everyone here. But only several of our Thirteen Yi shops have been closed down, and the Xuantian Sect is willing to be the lackey of the police station. Do you think so?" no comment?"

Everyone lowered their heads.

Especially some respectable businessmen.

Li Guangzong looked around, then at Han Renxiong, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Some people still don't give up.

He pinched his forehead: "Renxiong, what do you want?"

Li Zhitao next to him had veins popping up in his neck.

The Xuantian Sect is different from other gangs.

Li Guangzong was silent and no one dared to speak randomly. The rules were strict.

Otherwise, Li Zhitao would have overturned the table based on his temper.

Damn, who are you with?

Han Renxiong waved his thick and powerful arm: "I want an explanation, otherwise we, the Thirteenth Yi, will not be able to live this new year."

"What do you want to explain?" Li Guangzong stared at him with bright eyes.

"I heard that Zhao Chuanxin, the head of the Xuantian Sect, is very good at fighting and is known as the God of War." Han Renxiong sounded dangerous, looking at Zixiong: "But, I, Han Renxiong, have fought all over Hong Kong with no rivals. Jianghu affairs should be resolved according to the rules of the rivers and lakes. If it is If Master Zhao doesn't use his quick spear, will he dare to fight me? If I win, our rice shop, teahouse and bone farm will continue to operate. If I lose, I'll let you do whatever you want!"

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Han Renxiong has been practicing Sanzhanquan and kicking since he was a child, and he also practiced Western boxing with the British for two years.

He is a combination of Chinese and Western skills, and is proficient in both South Boxing and North Legs.

Since his debut, his invincibility has made him more and more ambitious.

As a warrior, if you are afraid, you will never achieve zero defeat.

A martial artist who does not have the courage to move forward is not a qualified martial artist. At this time, there is no saying that martial arts practitioners will stop at the end. It is usually a matter of life or death.

When everyone starts to pay attention to the "martial arts" with a humble attitude of "do it as it is", this is the moment when martial arts declines.

You still have to be moral when killing someone, maybe you have a bubble in your head?

As soon as Han Renxiong said these words, everyone was in an uproar.

Li Zhitao couldn't bear it any longer. He suddenly stood up and pointed at Han Renxiong and cursed: "Are you fucking worthy of fighting against our leader?"

Li Guangzong reached out and fanned himself, and Li Zhitao sat down glumly.

Han Renxiong laughed: "What? Leader Zhao doesn't dare to challenge?"

At this time, at the top of the stairs, a person walked upstairs with his hands in his hands and entered the hall.

The ruling team at the door bowed immediately when they saw it: "Master!"

Zhao Chuanxin's costume is so fairy-like that he only needs to carry the BGM with him.

"Zhuo, since when did martial arts practitioners dare to compete with immortal cultivators?" Zhao Chuanxin grinned while holding a cigar in his mouth.

He took a puff of his cigar and blew out a smoke ring into the sky. With his smiling face, he immediately fell from a peerless master to a human being.

"Head!"

Everyone left the table, stood up and shouted respectfully.

Neatness is momentum.

The Korean people's arrogance was immediately suppressed.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward with a cigar in his mouth.

Han Renxiong felt that he had been robbed of the limelight and said angrily: "Master Zhao, do you dare to fight?"

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "Whatever, if it doesn't work, go to the children's table."

"you……"

Zhao Chuanxin, like Li Guangzong, both felt that it was better not to cause trouble during the Chinese New Year. If you weren't looking for good luck, at least you wouldn't ruin everyone's fun.

So he ignored Han Renxiong and went straight to Li Guangzong.

But Han Renxiong refused to open his eyes, and suddenly pointed his finger at Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao Chuanxin, others are afraid of you, but I, Han Renxiong, am not afraid. Don't underestimate the heroes of the world!"

There was silence in the hall.

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faded: "I'll give you a chance, get out of the way."

The irritable Han Renxiong suddenly rushed forward and kicked Zhao Chuanxin in the calf.

If an ordinary person is shoveled by him, his calf will not be broken off, but a layer of skin will be peeled off.

Zhao Chuanxin kept his hands behind his back, but suddenly raised his leg and accurately intercepted Han Renxiong's stretched leg.

The Korean male's leg was raised involuntarily, and Zhao Chuanxin caught it.

Han Renxiong desperately tried to close his legs, but they didn't move at all.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled one of his legs and started swinging it lightly.

Han Renxiong was panicked and helpless. He watched helplessly as Zhao Chuanxin whipped him around twice before being thrown to the ceiling.

boom!

Han Renxiong's body hit the ceiling. As he fell, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and kicked with a backspin.

boom!

Han Renxiong was kicked in the jaw, and his body spun like a fallen leaf, breaking the window, flying 13 or 14 meters outside the window, and then rolling 4 or 5 meters away.

Everyone hurriedly leaned over the window to look, and saw that Han Renxiong's neck was stretched unnaturally, his jaw was shattered, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he was motionless on the ground.

This kick actually separated his cervical vertebrae and broke his jaw.

I'm so angry...

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin again, and their eyes were full of fear.

Zhao Chuanxin brushed the wrinkles of his robe: "Oh, the neck can be broken, the chin can be broken, but the robe cannot be messed up!"

Everyone: "..."

The Thirteen Righteous men outside saw this and shouted and cursed, and at the same time prepared to charge the guards of the Judgment Group.

They didn't know what happened above, but they probably guessed that Han Renxiong was beaten to death by the Xuantian Sect, which was a signal to start a war.

Zhao Chuanxin remembered the rumor that after he was seriously injured, Hong Kong Governor Lu Ya ordered the police to arrest the members of the Judgment Group.

He was so daring that he bent his knees and jumped out of the window, stepping on the shoulders of several people and landing gracefully.

He grabbed the whip of a Thirteen Righteous Henchman and lifted it up, punching him in the face.

Crack!

The man bounced on the ground after being hit.

Turned around and kicked him with a whip.

Snap!

One man's ribs were broken and his body was bent like a shrimp.

Zhao Chuanxin used the Desert Root to jump three meters high, bending his elbows when falling.

Crack!

One man's neck was twisted.

An Indian patrolman nearby pulled out a baton and wanted to hit Zhao Chuanxin on the back. Zhao Chuanxin slightly turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and caught the baton as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He took it away and thrust it into the mouth of the Indian patrolman. He jumped 1.7 meters on the spot and kicked the baton with his legs and feet.

Puff!

It went through the back of his head.

I'm so angry!

The people around him shouted and retreated.

It was so fucking brutal!

Another white patrolman trembled as he reached for his revolver from his holster.

Zhao Chuanxin approached him like lightning, grabbed his wrist and twisted it outward.

Crack!

“Ouch…”

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his revolver, threw it hard, and the barrel stabbed into the white policeman’s eye socket.

Bang!

Red, white…

These gang members who claimed to be on the edge of a knife were even scared to the point of screaming and wetting their pants…