The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

He spoke loudly.

I really can’t give this.

Zhao Nianzhen pushed Zhao Chuanxin: "I knew it, I knew you were talking big words. Don't promise anything you can't do..."

Zhao Chuanxin said at a loss: "Do you want money? Dad will give you gold, you can get as much as you want."

Zhao Nianzhen was hysterical: "What gold do I want? What's the use of gold? Can gold buy my mother back? Can gold buy my senior brother back? Can it buy my aunt back? Ugh..."

Zhao Chuanxin wandered in the living room: "Eternal youth? Money? A man who is ten thousand times more handsome than your senior brother will give you a bunch? There must be something else you want, right?"

Zhao Nianzhen ran back to his room and locked himself in it.

Zhao Songzhen heard the noise and knocked on the door to persuade Zhao Nianzhen.

Zhao Nianzhen opened the door for her.

"Sister, don't blame dad. Although I don't know what happened to him, he must have had a hard time these years."

"Why does he suffer? People call him a mage, a god of war, and a butcher. All he can do is make others suffer!"

"..." Zhao Songzhen found it difficult to refute: "In the past, there were no scars on my father's body at all. When the wood penetrated into the flesh, it would heal immediately. But as you saw, he was covered in scars. He must have suffered a very serious injury. Leaving those scary scars. And you see my father is very stern and silent now. He was not like this before. At that time, he told my aunt that he had stayed somewhere for 67 years..."

Zhao Nianzhen snorted coldly: "Do you believe that he lied to my aunt? He has only been away for 21 years, how could it be 67 years? Did you lie to me that you can't count?"

Zhao Songzhen said seriously: "As the saying goes - one day in the sky and one year on the earth. Dad is an extraordinary person, so he naturally has extraordinary experiences."

Zhao Nianzhen stopped crying.

She was somewhat moved.

She said angrily: "He said he would make it up to me, that's good, I'd like to think about how he can make it up to me."

…

Outside, Zhao Zhengze, Zhao Zhengze's wife and children, Jiang Mingxin and Zhao Songzhen's husband came back together.

"Dad, I sent all the guests away. Brother Defu wanted to come to you, but I didn't let him."

"Oh." Zhao Chuanxin said, "You all come and sit."

Then he held his eldest grandson in his arms.

Zhao Songzhen's husband's name is Xie Sinian, and he is very reserved when facing Zhao Chuanxin.

When he was a child, his elders would always use Zhao Chuanxin's name to scare him: If you cry again, if you cry again, Zhao Chuanxin will take care of you...

The key is that even though Zhao Chuanxin has gray hair on his temples and white beard, he has no wrinkles on his face.

Too young.

"Dad." He called awkwardly.

"Um."

Zhao Chuanxin responded lightly.

Zhao Zhengze's wife is named Xu Junyi. She is very beautiful and has a quiet temperament.

She also called daddy.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Zhao Yi a small hunting straight knife with a handle made of flame devil horns.

Zhao Yi took the knife out of the sheath. The sharp edge of the knife was revealed. The alloy blade was extremely sharp at first glance.

Xu Junyi's expression changed: "Dad, he is too young to play this."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything, he just put the knife back into the scabbard and still let his grandson hold it.

Xu Junyi did not dare to continue persuading.

He asked Xie Sinian: "Si Nian, what do you do?"

"Dad, I am the special photographer of "Lingang Town Journal"."

"Oh, not bad, I'll give you a camera later."

"Dad, the Philips camera I use now is the best, but thank you dad."

Zhao Chuanxin saw his awkwardness and sneered: "Don't think that calling me daddy is a loss to you. I'm already ninety years old this year, even if I'm not even a hundred. How many times are you squirming? I'm so well-behaved. My daughter is married to you, and you’re fucking flirting with me?”

He is fine when he is not angry, but when he is angry the situation changes.

This is probably what ordinary people say - clouds follow dragons and winds follow tigers.

Everyone here felt a sense of fear that their bloodline would be suppressed.

Zhao Chuanxin is killing people in both circles, he is really murderous.

Besides, Philips? He still had shares back then, and they were all his children and grandchildren.

Then Zhao Xun came: "Master, you are swearing. You are not allowed to hurt my father."

The atmosphere cleared away the clouds and mist to see the dawn.

The chill disappeared instantly.

Zhao Chuanxin patted Zhao Xun's little head: "Okay, listen to my granddaughter."

Xie Sinian no longer dared to show any disrespect.

He had the illusion that he was on the verge of death.

No wonder my parents always used Zhao Chuanxin to scare people when I was a child.

It's fucking scary!

Xu Junyi did not dare to say anything more about not letting Zhao Yi play with knives.

She wanted to live a few more years, and the better days were yet to come.

Zhao Chuanxin took out two wooden boxes, one for Xu Junyi and one for Xie Sinian: "This is a meeting gift."

The two of them took it flattered, but did not open it.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhao Zhengze: "What have you been doing these years?"

Zhao Zhengze is no longer afraid of his father. After all, he is his father.

"Business."

"If you make money, will you lose it?"

Zhao Zhengze felt ashamed: "It's a small profit. Recently, the Japanese came to attack. I donated a lot of money to buy a plane. I spent a lot of money. I don't have to worry about food and clothing."

His sister Zhao Lingjun is hated by everyone, but she has a high reputation among the people and is regarded as a hero. However, Zhao Lingjun is incredibly smart and has multiple degrees.

His father, Zhao Chuanxin, was a massacrer on Wall Street back then. He was also known as the God of War. He was truly both civil and military.

When he got here, he seemed unknown.

So he was ashamed and felt that he had disgraced the family.

Xu Junyi suddenly said: "Dad, the Japanese sent someone to assassinate Brother Ze because he donated money to the war."

Zhao Chuanxin's face was expressionless.

After all, he had given Zhao Zhengze a trump card.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhengze said: "It's okay, Dad, I blocked the bullet."

The father and son naturally understood what was going on.

Everyone thought that Zhao Chuanxin was partial and only taught Zhao Lingjun various spells.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin taught Zhao Zhengze to steal the secrets of heaven.

With the protection of the Golden Bell Cover, unless he was focused by machine guns, it would not be a big problem to just shoot him coldly.

Zhao Chuanxin talked to them for a while before letting them go.

He coaxed his grandchildren to sleep again, and Zhao Chuanxin went out and went to the teleportation array.

The teleportation array was strictly guarded, and Zhao Chuanxin wanted to go in, but no one in the current insurance team recognized him, and the guards did not let him go.

Zhao Chuanxin did not introduce himself. He turned around and took three steps back. Suddenly he turned back, and his figure flashed and disappeared in front of several guards.

Several guards blinked: "Dizzy?"

"Dizzy too?"

The teleportation array is of great importance, so they have to pay attention to it.

First, check if the teleportation array is OK, and then report it to Zhao Defu.

Zhao Defu just smiled after hearing it: "It's okay, just let him go next time."

Zhao Chuanxin came to Peace College.

The laboratory was brightly lit.

There were armed guards outside the door.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the magic walker and entered the door.

"Benjamin!"

Benjamin Goldberg, who was tinkering with something, froze.

Then he continued his work.

He thought he was hallucinating.

"I'm calling you."

Benjamin Goldberg turned around: "Master, Master... am I dreaming?"

He burst into tears.

Benjamin Goldberg has not changed much since then, except for a thick beard.

He is 1.9 meters tall, taller than Zhao Chuanxin, and strong.

"You are not dreaming. I have been back for a few days. I heard that you are working on some biological intelligent brain. Did you succeed?"

Benjamin Goldberg was sharp-eyed and clear-headed. He soon realized that he was not dreaming.

He happily pulled Zhao Chuanxin out: "Master, I will take you to see the research results. I was thinking of letting the intelligent brain bring you back, but I didn't expect you to come back by yourself."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly.

Even Xingyue can't do anything. How can your intelligent brain be better than Xingyue?

Benjamin Goldberg took Zhao Chuanxin to Binxu Road and came to the virtual world.

The virtual world has changed a lot now.

There are towering rock buildings here. It's obvious that they are all the credit of the mud trowel gloves.

Benjamin Goldberg took Zhao Chuanxin to one of them.

A correct version is found in the 16-9 book bar!

There is something like a big-butt monitor here. Benjamin Goldberg shouted: "Liu Ai."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned.

It actually has such a not very masculine name.

The monitor screen lit up, and the Chinese characters on it read: I am here.

"Liu Ai, tell me, what are your abilities?"

The screen showed: I can play building block games, calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and keep time.

Benjamin Goldberg said excitedly: "Master, look, am I amazing?"

"Ah, this..."

In fact, it is already very amazing.

Although it cannot compare with the artificial intelligence of later generations, it is much more amazing than the computers of the next few decades.

At least this thing can answer questions, which is a product that transcends the times.

"Master, don't underestimate it. Liu Ai has his own logic. The difficulty now is to instill knowledge into it and let it know right from wrong. Many things need to be explored and experimented little by little."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt empty in his heart.

He thought of Xingyue.

Xingyue is actually his child too.

Thinking of the child, Zhao Chuanxin asked Benjamin: "Is Ganfan here?"

"Ganfan is in the flying restaurant in the sky. It's old and can't walk anymore. No matter how many supplements I give it, it won't work."

The black hole in Zhao Chuanxin's heart tended to spread again.

He pursed his lips and took out the reading device given to him by Xingyue: "There are two worlds in it. You can find a way to let Liu Ai connect, and maybe you don't have to worry about instilling knowledge into it."

Xingyue has knowledge of two worlds, doesn't it contain two worlds?

Then, Zhao Chuanxin left the secret realm with a dull look, leaving Benjamin Goldberg alone to study with great interest.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the flying restaurant in the sky.

Guotie'er and Dunzi have become wealthy old men. They hold fly swatters and kill flies out of boredom.

Ganfan suddenly looked up and looked out the window.

It got excited, climbed up with difficulty, and squeezed the door open with its body to go out.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his eyes and sat on the grass waiting for it to come over.

Ganfan's dog eyes were tearful, and his tail was wagging slowly.

Its puppet arm wrote on the paper: Why did you come back just now? If I hadn't waited for you, I would have died long ago.

Zhao Chuanxin burst into tears.

These days, he has been crying for a lifetime.

Rewinding decades ago, it would be wishful thinking to want him to shed a tear.

The people and things around him will perish, and will also tear apart the soul of this person.

Zhao Chuanxin hugged Ganfan's neck tightly: "Do you want to live for a few more decades?"

Ganfan said happily: "Woof woof woof..."

"Okay, as long as you still want to live, I promise that I will let you live even if you only have a head left."

Zhao Chuanxin was also very happy.

The door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Guotie'er and Dunzi looked incredulous: "Shopkeeper?"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and hugged the two old men: "It seems that you are quite comfortable these years."

They both cried and laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin, Guo Tieer, Dunzi and Nikola Tesla had a few drinks and cooked rice to keep them company.

Nikola Tesla was so thin that he said: "Zhao, it's great to have you back. Aren't you interested in aliens? I am inventing a machine to communicate with aliens."

To be honest, Zhao Chuanxin felt that Nikola Tesla was like an alien at this time.

Skinny, with a pointed chin and big eyes.

"Really? Are you lacking research funds?" Zhao Chuanxin did not believe that he could communicate with any aliens, but he was willing to spend money to help Nikola Tesla spend the last few years of his life.

"Lack of money, because Zhao Lingjun spent all the money on the war. I have also heard that the Japanese are very bad and do all kinds of evil. This money should be used first for resistance. But since you are back, I don't think you will miss this research fund. …”

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Old man, from now on you can spend whatever you want. We have plenty of gold. You can build a spaceship if you want."

The old boy Nikola Tesla's eyes were bright: "Really, Zhao, you can't break your promise."

Zhao Chuanxin choked and said, "That's necessary. I'll give you a piece of nugget gold now."

Zhao Chuanxin threw a piece of gold on the table.

This "dog head gold" doesn't look like a dog head at all. It is strip-shaped, twisted into a ball, and shiny.

"Huh?" Nikola Tesla touched the gold: "I think this looks like the stair handrail is twisted into shape?"

"It's nugget gold. This piece of gold is enough for you to research and develop for a long time."

Guotie'er and Dunzi were greedy: "Shopkeeper, give me a piece too."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and took a sip of wine: "Tell me, what shape of gold do you two want?"

The pot sticker shouted: "Shopkeeper, I want a golden Buddha."

Dunzi scratched his head: "Shopkeeper, I want a golden unicorn."

It seems like we have returned to the happy time decades ago when a group of people were flying around in the sky, dancing with swords and sticks.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "Okay!"

He took out two flat pieces of gold, shaped them with strong runes, and soon a golden Buddha was formed.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed it to the pot sticker.

The pot sticker took a bite of the base with his teeth and exclaimed ecstatically: "It's gold, it's real gold!"

Zhao Chuanxin planted another golden unicorn for Dunzi.

Dunzi also took a bite: "Well, it's true, it's heavy, and the weight is enough!"

"I'll switch with you."

"You think beautifully."

"Woof woof woof..."

The empty and dilapidated Tianshangfei restaurant is filled with a cheerful atmosphere. The old words "Naughty shopkeeper will fly in the sky every day even if he is drunk" engraved on the counter seem to be shining again through time and space.

Happy time is always cramped and compact.

When Zhao Chuanxin was eager to seize the tail of the old days, there were always some people and things that wanted to deprive him of even this pitiful thought.

After many years, his Big Brother bell rang again.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the grass outside the restaurant, watching the marmots playing and playing side by side with Gan Fan.

He picked up the phone: "Who?"

"Uncle, it's me, Defu."

"You kid, what's the matter?"

"Uncle, I don't want to disturb you. But the matter is urgent. The Japanese are forcing the adoption of the three-guang policy and using biological and chemical weapons. The man named Wang is actively cooperating with the Japanese in Nanjing. Hebei is in urgent need and has already sent the police Shufeng sent a telegram for help, but we dare not divide our troops. Once we divide our troops, the Japanese here will launch an attack..."

The smile on Zhao Chuanxin's face gradually faded.

He held the phone between his ear and his shoulder, took out a bottle with his free hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and let it drink.

He said to Defu: "Okay, since they are tired of living crookedly, then I will help them."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Zhao Defu was in Lugang Town, holding his eldest brother in confusion.

Uncle, what does this mean?

There are dozens or millions of Japs. Could it be that he wants to go to the battlefield himself? Can you come here to kill me?