The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Moreover, a singularity axiom can develop two types of runes or even more.

No wonder people say that the Haishi Void Realm is powerful.

The elf scout went to the Haishi Void Realm, and I wonder if he has become famous now.

[I will tell the story to the craftsmen, brothers and sisters, and Dudu. 】

[The craftsmen are not without worries: If it is true as the old emperor said, mankind will usher in a huge disaster, our pioneer partner Haven should also make some preparations. 】

[But I can't think of anything else to do to prepare. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was thinking among the lightning and flint.

If it really comes to the end of the world, and the destiny of mankind becomes a community, we should save the nation in order to survive, both privately and publicly.

He made a decision silently.

He wants to slightly change the direction of the technology tree in the world of "Code of the Old Gods".

He wants to build a gun.

If nothing happens, that's the best thing. Zhao Chuanxin happily accepts the firearms created.

If it really comes to a critical moment of life and death, Zhao Chuanxin will... sell guns.

Closing the "Code of the Old Gods", Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the underground fortress.

At this time, Agure Ida had just woken up.

Seeing that he wanted to eat the dry corn pancakes left last night to satisfy his hunger, Zhao Chuanxin said, "You and I can have dinner together this morning."

Ajure Ida: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the dough and taught Ajure Ida how to knead the dough, stuff stuffing, and make buns.

Chicken breasts, oil, starch, Orleans powder mixed with bell pepper powder, onion powder, garlic powder, five-spice powder, salt and sugar, chicken powder, plus light soy sauce, sesame oil and other seasonings are added to make the filling.

A pot full of steamed buns came out, Orleans-style chicken steamed buns, which made Aguere Ida salivate.

This thing is irresistible no matter how gorgeous it is, not even dogs can resist it.

Ajure Ida's mouth was full of oil after eating: "It's delicious. I love it. I hope no one will disturb me when I enjoy the food..."

Zhao Chuanxin felt nervous.

DuangDuangDuang…

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Constantine, are you at home?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Ajure Ida.

With an innocent face on his face, Agure Ida stood up and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a man with a mole on his face, about forty years old.

He held the basket on his elbow, which contained two one-quart bottles of pure white wine, a few pieces of edible cactus called Piedad, and some American mints.

"Haha, Agure, is that you?" The person coming was Miguel Esteban. "I'm here to see Mr. Constantine. Wow, it smells so good."

Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of Ajure Ida to open the door, stuffed the last two chicken buns into his mouth, and then stood up: "Are you looking for me?"

Miguel Esteban stood outside the door at a loss, looking at Zhao Chuanxin with some difficulty: "Mr. Constantine, let me see you..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled half-heartedly: "Come just as you are, bring any gifts. Now that you have seen me, you can leave after putting your things down."

Miguel Esteban: "..."

Reminiscing about the taste of Orleans-style chicken buns, Agure Ida asked, "Miguel, what brings you here?"

Miguel Esteban still held the basket tightly but did not put it down.

If the purpose is not achieved, how can things be left behind?

He is so care-stricken that he never sees the rabbit but does not let the eagle fly.

He said with a sneer: "Mr. Constantine, I have something to ask you."

Zhao Chuanxin had no one here, so it was just that fool Justino who came to send warmth to him just to feel recognized.

But how many fools are there?

He expected that the person coming was either looking for trouble or asking for something from him.

Zhao Chuanxin's expression suddenly changed: "What on earth have I done to make you disrespect me so much? You are not even willing to call me "Teacher..." and "Don't want to call me Don John Constantine!"

"Ah this..." Miguel Esteban said heartily, did he call it casually? But the courtesy does require something: "Don John Constantine, I must ask you to help me."

"Oh, is that so?" Zhao Chuanxin looked like he suddenly understood.

"Yes, yes." Miguel Esteban nodded.

"If it's postpartum care for sows, lambs giving birth to lambs, or chicks not laying eggs... If it's these things, just say it." Zhao Chuanxin was very generous, but he added: "I don't understand anyway. ”

Miguel Esteban: "..."

At this time, Agure Ida looked at Miguel Esteban with suspicious eyes: "Miguel, you are not here for your family's land, are you?"

Miguel Esteban: "It is Urquidi Gomez's men who have cornered me. Don John Constantine, please help me, for the sake of God." ”

"What? For God's sake? I never betray him, so please take him back."

"..." Miguel Esteban started complaining mode: "Don John Constantine, you see, this is the Bulque tequila I brewed myself. I have two ancestral fields, which are cultivated in the mountains. Tequila is used to make wine. These two pieces of land are the capital of my livelihood. But Camilo Toric saw the land and sent Urquidi Gomez and his men to force him. I sell my land. You know it takes many years for agave to mature, but it’s not ripe yet. How will I survive if I sell it?”

Agave takes 8-25 years to grow and mature, and it can only be harvested once.

Zhao Chuanxin just wanted to refuse.

The words reached his mouth and then stopped: "You know how to make wine? Open the wine and let me have a taste."

Miguel Esteban hesitated.

It seems that he is worried that Zhao Chuanxin will not do his job after drinking.

But in the end he gritted his teeth and pulled out the cork.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed it and saw that the wine was milky white in color and smelled slightly sour. It was fermented wine.

What’s popular right now is distilled liquor.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the basket and saw another bottle of light straw yellow distilled liquor. He opened it politely and smelled it.

Then drink distilled wine first, then fermented wine.

Miguel Esteban opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

This is the traditional method of fermenting first and then distilling the fermented juice.

The taste is very smooth, with a hint of oak and a little sweetness, a bit like tropical fruit flavors.

interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin corked the bottle, put the bottle back into the basket, and asked, "Miguel, did you make this wine?"

"Yes, Don John Constantine, this is an ancestral craft."

Zhao Chuanxin originally didn't want to take care of it.

Not to mention foreign countries, even domestically, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

Why haven't I ordered Landlord? Really.

Even in later generations, there will be many "landlords".

But there are two points. First, he has started killing here. Killing one person is killing, and killing a group is also killing.

Secondly, he is now very interested in wine and needs a winemaker. At the same time, he also wants to start some industry in Mexico to earn some cash to spend.

"Tell me, who specifically came to trouble you? When will he come over next time?"

When Miguel Esteban heard this, he thought there was something interesting?

He hurriedly said: "Don John Constantine is Urquidi Gomez's subordinate, Salvador Humberto. He is a strong and arrogant man. His wrists are very strong. He once broke a man with his bare hands." Root horn."

Breaking off a bull's horns with your bare hands?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows.

If it were a completely removed horn, he wouldn't dare to brag about it.

Miguel Esteban said with a sad face: "Salvador raped my wife, broke one of my child's ribs, and threatened to kill me next time. Maybe he will go to my house later." ”

Although he was in a foreign land, this kind of person who was so bad at heart gave Zhao Chuanxin the urge to convince others with virtue.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a copper eye and handed it to Miguel Esteban: "You put this on the wall of your courtyard, and whenever Salvador comes, you shout - Are you willing to hit me? This When the time comes, you will be saved.”

Miguel Esteban had question marks on his forehead.

Agure Ida pursed her lips, trying her best to hide the urge to laugh.

Miguel Esteban was a little angry and said: "Don John Constantine, I have already expressed respect to you, why do you play with me like this?"

"Who the hell is playing tricks on you? Do I have time to spare?" Zhao Chuanxin cursed impatiently: "If you want to survive, just say this. Okay, stop nagging, go back quickly, my wife and children are too late. Beaten to death."

Miguel Esteban felt like he was being played.

But the human heart is strange.

Even though he felt that there was a high probability of being ripped off, he still held a trace of luck in his heart, took the copper eye and turned around to leave.

Anyway, the wine has already been drunk.

He returned home, thought about it, and placed the copper eye on the wall.

Then he entered the house frustrated.

His wife asked, "How's it going?"

"Hey, don't mention it. It's really unlucky to have people cheated of you with wine and sugar."

"They say a foreigner is rich, so he would cheat you out of two bottles of wine?"

"Only God knows what kind of person he is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Salvador Humberto's broken voice came from outside the gate: "Miguel, I'm here to take over the land."

Miguel Esteban and his wife's expressions changed dramatically.

"Oops!"

The first thought of the two was to escape.

But people can escape, but the land cannot be taken away.

Also had to go out and face Salvador Humberto.

Miguel Esteban mustered up his courage and went out fighting.

His wife followed relentlessly.

Salvador Humberto is a tall and thick man. His two forearms are particularly thick. When his sleeves are rolled up, his muscles are striped.

He carried a gun on his back and a machete on his waist. He glanced at Miguel Esteban's wife with a leering look: "Hey, we had a beautiful memory. Have you told "Your husband, you didn't resist at all?"

Miguel Esteban's face turned green when he heard this. He looked back at his wife suspiciously, and his face turned from green to black when he saw her reaction.

"I didn't, he lied." Miguel Esteban's wife defended.

Salvador Humberto walked towards the two of them with a grim smile: "Today, you have only two choices, either die or sell your land!"

Miguel Esteban was devastated.

The morning sunlight, reflected from the copper eyes on the wall, flashed into Miguel Esteban's eyes.

He was stunned.

Suddenly I remembered something.

He hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind and shouted: "You have the guts to hit me?"

His wife was stunned and looked at him in disbelief.

"It's over, we haven't done anything yet, one of us went crazy first!"

Salvador Humberto's steps faltered, and his face trembled: "You say that again?"

Miguel Esteban was trembling, but he pulled his neck and shouted with determination: "You have the guts to hit me?"

"Damn it, you asked for it. Even God won't forgive me if I don't beat you." Salvador Humberto felt that this was a provocation.

He drew out his scimitar and came forward fiercely.

He had raised his knife.

Miguel Esteban froze in fear.

At this moment, Salvador Humberto's wrist was pinched. No matter how hard he tried, the scimitar in his hand could not be swung.

He turned around in astonishment and saw the stranger grinning at him: "My wrist is so strong, I almost can't hold it!"

Salvador Humberto is indeed known for his arm strength.

Unconvinced, he exerted another force...

Not moving at all.

He cursed: "Damn it, let go, I'll kill you if you meddle in your own business!"

Zhao Chuanxin still smiled playfully and said: "It's so strong, I can hardly catch it."

"I..." Salvador Humberto exerted all his strength, his wrists turned white from the pain, and Zhao Chuanxin squeezed them until they lost blood.

But it remained motionless.

Miguel Esteban was stunned.

Salvador Humberto tried to reach for the knife with his other hand.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin exerted his strength and pushed back.

Click.

"Well……"

Before Salvador Humberto screamed, Zhao Chuanxin put a rag in his mouth.

Salvador Humberto was so strong that he could actually raise his other fist and punch Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, and easily grasped Salvador Humberto's fist.

Poke upward!

Click!

"Well……"

Zhao Chuanxin punched him in the ribs.

Click, click, click...

This punch broke several of his ribs.

"Well……"

Zhao Chuanxin let go of his hand, walked around to Salvador Humberto, and punched him three times in the neck.

Boom boom boom.

After three punches, the laryngeal bone, hyoid bone, tracheal cartilage, thyroid cartilage, cricoid cartilage... everything that can be broken will be broken!

The trachea, esophageal tube, and arteries were all broken.

Salvando Humberto knelt on the ground, covering his neck and choking blood from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him and came to the wall to recover the copper eye.

Miguel Esteban and his wife opened their mouths widely.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said: "You can handle the things on the body yourself. You can go to a gambling house in Ecatlan Village to find the stolen goods. The second-rate dealers there have recycling business. I only kill them, not bury them. Miguel, remember , you owe me a favor."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

A couple was left behind, and they looked around at their neighbors with a guilty conscience.

After that, Miguel Esteban came to Salvador Humberto, who was still not dead, and said tremblingly: "You should die quickly. Don't shout. Please forgive me. I won't dare to bury you until you die." you……"

Salvador Humberto stared at him with distracted eyes, blood continued to bleed from the corner of his mouth, he was no longer arrogant, and he stretched out his hand as if he wanted to ask for help. That direction was Miguel Esteban's wife.

As a result, Miguel Esteban's old face darkened again.

Angry and evil grew in his heart, he went back to the house to get a mutton knife, and stabbed Salvador Humberto in the chest!

…

It was already very late when Zhao Chuanxin returned home.

But Rebecca Levy had been waiting for him.

Before the excitement of Zhao Chuanxin's killing was over, Rebecca Levi learned a deep lesson.

It was an intense, perpetual motion-like punishment.

The sound of the drum requires a heavy hammer!

Previously, Zhao Chuanxin was in poor physical condition due to the metabolic effects of his new star level. He always gave people the feeling of holding a Dolan Blade to replenish the health of a minion, with some skills in it.

This time, he was able to carry endless piercing madmen and be able to charge thick blood.

Unlimited firepower.

Rebecca Levy was submissive.

…

The next morning, Rebecca Levy was unusually late.

It was Tang Qunying who knocked on the door and woke her up.

Seeing that she was walking unnaturally and her face and lips were slightly pale, Tang Qunying frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Rebecca Levi said with a guilty conscience: "I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm not guilty at all."

Tang Qunying: "..."

If you say more, it will be more convincing.

When Rebecca Levi got up, Zhao Chuanxin was nowhere to be found.

Zhao Chuanxin's new star metabolism has almost completely recovered, and he has returned to a state of energy.

I woke up early, washed up, and went out to practice a complete set of balancing techniques, and also practiced the basic skills of swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, Huan Chaoshuo's inner and outer wings and wing membranes were burned to ashes. Zhao Chuanxin had just overcome his fear of heights. In the future, ordinary people without Red Bull sponsorship would not be able to afford wingsuit flying.

Of course, whether ordinary people dare to play this kind of sport with a very low survival rate is another matter.

He went to Lubin Mansion and ate some cheese buns and drank some milk tea. After that, he felt energetic and resurrected with full blood.

He quickly went to the government office and completed the backlog of official duties before everyone could come to the office.

"Good morning, sir."

"Your Excellency is very energetic."

"My lord, you will get stronger with age."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Get out."

When they came, Zhao Chuanxin just finished his work and left the government office.

He teleported to the white house and asked the upgraded digging puppet to dig and cut the hilltop to the north of the white house, making it steeper. After the slope became too steep for ordinary people to climb, he built a glass roof on the top of the mountain.

This is connected to the White House underground fortress.

Xingyue controlled the black puppet craftsman to conduct experiments with the soul rotor and soul stator, while Zhao Chuanxin used a mortar to grind cochineal worms.

In this era, most things are more natural, while technology and hard work are of high value.

He ground the cochineal, sifted it with a high-mesh sieve, poured it into a beaker, added water and boiled it.

Cut the beeswax, boiled the cochineal, and heated the olive oil, and stirred them thoroughly.

A cylindrical mold was planted on a piece of gun steel, and the mixed liquid was poured in.

Zhao Chuanxin made a lipstick holder, the diameter of which matched the mold, and carved out the threads with an elf carving knife.

The base below was made of wood, and Zhao Chuanxin also performed micro-carving on it.

The patterns he carved were strange, some of which looked like plants, and some looked like animals, but they were very abstract.

These were actually taken from various utensils and silk fabric patterns in ancient times, and were luxury goods at the time.

Because Miao Cuihua was starting a business, Zhao Chuanxin left Miao Cuihua with several design drafts when he left Lugang Town. In order to help Miao Cuihua design clothes, Zhao Chuanxin read a lot of ancient documents.

The "Jijiupian" of the Western Han Dynasty records: brocade and embroidery, flags and clouds, music hanging in the wind, leopard heads, wild rabbits and cranes, spring grass, chicken wings, ducks and old men washing, half of the turmeric and half of the white...

Old Zhao's artistic attainments have made great progress in recent years.

Mainly due to the collision of the two time and space, the inspiration in his head is flying.

Zhao Chuanxin removes complexity and simplicity, and uses traditional art in the contemporary era. As the saying goes-half of the palace is seen, and the distant water is clear, the accumulated green smoke is just beginning to close, and the slightly yellow leaves have not yet grown.

On a lipstick, you can see the morning and evening, firewood, rice, oil and salt, laughter and fireworks, tranquility and agility, clean and simple.

When the lipstick in the mold solidifies, Zhao Chuanxin puts it on the base steadily but forcefully, rotates it, and the lipstick will rise and fall.

Although lipstick has existed since ancient times, this kind of metal tube lipstick will not be available for several years, and its exquisiteness will never exceed the ones made by Zhao Chuanxin, which can even compete with the styles of later generations.

At this time, Xingyue wrote a line on the glasses: The natural science sorcerers of the Brilliant Oasis can extract essences with rich and diverse flavors and distinct layers. I think it will be better if you add essence to this.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "You understand women, but only half of it. First release the basic style, and then the new style, so that the new style can be sold at a high price."

Xingyue: ...

This old thief is afraid that he will take out the women's purse.

Then Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue discussed how to build a weapons assembly line in the Pioneer Partner Haven.