The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Nowadays, socializing in autumn and winter is not yet cold.

Zhao Chuanxin has a good constitution and can withstand both cold and heat. But he dressed strictly according to the way taught by the older generation.

He is not afraid of old age, but he is afraid of old age and being riddled with diseases.

Outside the car window, the mountains are full of crisp vegetation, the fields are golden, and the setting sun is dazzling.

With the car windows open, in addition to soot, you can also smell the aroma of wheat in the air.

Marcus Nkrumah happily sat on the leather sofa, bumping up and down: "It's so comfortable."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

He took out a pile of cans and cold sandwiches and placed them on the small table.

There were all white people around, but Zhao Chuanxin's table was a mixed bag of people, so it was inevitable that he would be stared at.

Some people couldn't help but mutter: "Who can ride in first class?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at him: "Are you angry or not? Not only the first class carriage, but also the front row seat."

Discrimination against people of color did not end until World War II.

At that time, black people who joined the army could only sit in the last row of buses.

Helping protect our country still doesn't get the respect we deserve.

In fact, the morality that black people later developed has a lot to do with history.

Many people don’t know what it feels like to be discriminated against.

Think about it, for example, if you are poor, everyone will look at you and point fingers at you.

Entering a clothing store, the clerk looks at you askance: "Is this a place for poor people?"

What does that feel like?

I'm afraid I just want to fight hard.

Racism is worse than that feeling, so don't underestimate it.

The white man was furious.

He was just sitting in the second row.

He shouted angrily: "Conductor, conductor..."

The conductor arrived and asked doubtfully: "Sir, what can I do?"

The man pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and others: "Why can they sit here?"

The conductor turned to look at Zhao Chuanxin, and a warm smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Mr. Zhao, is there anything I can do for you?"

He had received a warning from the platform that Zhao Chuanxin was in the first-class carriage, so he should proceed with caution.

In the first-class carriage, the only people on this table were Asians.

The conductors at this time were all men.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't like male conductors, he only likes his stinky sister.

He waved his hand: "I need you to go to the side."

"Okay, I'll leave now."

The white man: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin spread his hands: "Just tell me whether you are angry or not?"

"Fake." The white man was furious.

But nothing can be done.

A large part of their sense of superiority and courage comes from the fact that people of color in the United States are used to being submissive, and all public places and public resources are tilted towards white people.

But once someone like Zhao Chuanxin appeared, he had no choice.

Take action?

Haha, except for that kid, he couldn't beat anyone at the table.

But what he didn't know was that the kid also had a Lugang M1907 on his waist.

Ning'an was thoughtful.

In the final analysis, it still depends on whose fist is bigger.

The teacher said that a person named Zhou represented a real warrior, but a real warrior would not dare to face the Butcher of the Far East.

While eating and drinking along the way, Zhao Chuanxin flipped through the "Old God Codex" and let "me" hurry on.

It was still dark before we arrived at Kurdex.

The white man got out of the car first, and as soon as the door opened, he ran out.

Not long after, two white policemen came menacingly.

The white man pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "It's them. How dare a nigger sit in a first-class carriage, and these yellow guys!"

The two policemen took out their batons and beat them on their palms: "Hey, stop."

Ning An kindly persuaded: "You should do your own job and don't meddle in other people's business."

Amitabha, sir, your temper is not very good. He is very kind.

A policeman sneered: "You are so damn arrogant. If I arrest you today and lock you up for two days, you will become more sensible in the future."

Once locked up, I'm afraid even a severe beating would be light, and he would most likely die in there.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his gun directly.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

A police officer was shot in the head.

Ling Yi, a policeman, was shot in both shoulders and the knee joints of both legs. Weary on the spot and wailing on the ground.

The white man was petrified.

Screams erupted at the train station.

The white man was so frightened that his legs became weak and he even forgot to escape.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and hooked his hand at the white man: "I am a fair person. Since you are unarmed, you challenge him to a duel. If you win, you can leave."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Ning An.

Ning An didn't dare to move when he saw the white man moving. He frowned and looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth and sucked in air: "What the hell are you looking at me for? Don't I have hands? On the battlefield, you wait for the enemy to shoot before you shoot?"

Ning An didn't dare to refute, clenched his fists and walked towards the white man.

Pang Cang punched him, and the white man staggered back, his nose bleeding profusely.

He still didn't dare to fight back.

Ning An turned around again.

Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied: "Forget it, you really can't hold up the wall. Marcus, beat me up. As long as he can't beat you, you will beat him to death."

Marcus Nkrumah grinned his thick lips, which looked very red, and his teeth were very white.

Zhao Chuanxin's scalp went numb when he saw it: "Hurry up."

Marcus Nkrumah was about to step forward, but Ning An did not dare to delay any longer. He rushed forward and hit the white man's Adam's apple with his bare fist.

The white man's eyes bulged.

He couldn't help but cover his neck with his hands, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Ning An stopped holding back this time and hooked the white man's abdomen with a solid punch.

The white man doubled over in pain.

Ning An put his left hand on the white man's back shoulder, bent his right arm at the elbow, and hit the white man on the back of his head violently. The white man rolled his eyes, pain gone.

Ning An tested the breathing of the white man who fell on the ground, and relaxed his frown.

Still angry.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Continue until you run out of energy."

"..."

Ning An's scalp was numb, but he still raised his feet, once, twice, three times...

After stomping for some time, he didn't even have to try, because the white man couldn't even twitch.

Zhao Chuanxin saw four police officers coming after hearing the news. Laoyuan was holding a revolver and shouted from behind the concrete pillar of the train station: "Submit your weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the God of War M1907: "Otherwise you will be paralyzed!"

Chug tug tug…

Concrete blocks flew, and a policeman exposed his shoulder and was shot immediately.

Zhao Chuanxin walked forward while shooting.

With the Lugang M1907 in his left hand, he shot the policeman in the chest and head, who was exposed by a bullet in the shoulder.

Ares M1907 empty magazine.

It disappeared from his hand in an instant, and he also held a Lugang M1907 in his right hand.

The policeman behind the concrete pillar was frightened, his body was shaking, and he covered his ears with his hands.

There was a brave man who stepped out when he heard the gunfire stopped. Before he could pull the trigger, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

The policeman immediately fell to the ground.

In terms of operation, Zhao Chuanxin is a veteran of many battles; in terms of rate of fire, the Colt revolver in the hands of the police is far inferior to the Lugang M1907.

"We surrender, we surrender..."

The two surviving policemen shouted together.

Zhao Chuanxin walked around the concrete pillar, held a gun in both hands, and shot two people in the thigh and shoulder: "No matter which police station you belong to, go back and tell your people that if anyone dares to discriminate against you in the future, I, Zhao Chuanxin, will shoot you." Kill without mercy."

Ning An went over to search for their wheels and kept them in his pocket.

Under the frightened gaze of the passengers hiding in the corner, the group walked out of the train station in a swaggering manner.

Zhao Chuanxin called two public carriages and drove towards Kurdex.

On the carriage, Zhao Chuanxin asked Benjamin Goldberg to help him fill the spent magazines.

Seeing the eldest disciple gnashing his teeth and pressing hard, Zhao Chuanxin smiled happily.

Benjamin Goldberg asked: "Master, when will you teach me magic?"

“Let’s wait and see by the end of 2019.”

"..." It had been 12 years, and Benjamin Goldberg begged: "Just teach me some ordinary spells."

Zhao Chuanxin slumped in his seat and slapped the chair surface: "Spells are all lies. I always ask you to do things, and you will be annoyed. If you recite incantations every day to ask the gods to do things for you, won't the gods be annoyed?"

"Master, you are lying."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "It's not that I can't teach you, but I need to wait until you grow up. When the time comes, I will get you a magic weapon, and you will be a qualified mage. I will let you experience it now. Have you memorized this spell..."

The spell is difficult to pronounce, because it is a prophecy in the world of "The Code of the Old Gods".

But Benjamin Goldberg is so gifted in languages ​​that he has even mastered "Ganfanlang". He is still learning Chinese by himself and is making rapid progress.

He remembered it immediately and his eyes lit up: "But if I recite it, it will have no effect?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out the ecstasy lamp and handed it to him: "Try reciting it again."

Benjamin Goldberg recited a spell, and a thick fog escaped from the ecstasy lamp. The narrow carriage was filled with water vapor, making breathing feel choking.

Benjamin Goldberg was so frightened that he said "Ah": "Master, please take away your magical powers."

Zhao Chuanxin only taught him how to release the fog, but did not teach him how to direct and close the fog.

He chanted a spell, and a magical scene appeared. The surrounding fog penetrated into the ecstasy lamp at an extremely fast speed.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes sparkled.

To be honest, due to the development of technology and materials on earth, there are very few things that make him feel novel at this time.

He asked: "Master, what is this? Give me this magic weapon."

"Ecstasy lamp." Zhao Chuanxin said, "When you grow up a little bit, I will give you another treasure."

In fact, it was because Mr. Zhao was reluctant to give it.

Benjamin Goldberg was disappointed and surprised again: "It's strange. I can clearly see a very thick fog, but I can see everything in the carriage clearly."

"That's because you were holding the enchantment lamp, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see." Speaking of this, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something.

In "I"'s place, he also placed a bright lantern flower.

He used the key to extract the lantern flower and handed it to his apprentice: "This is the most precious treasure of our master. I will give it to you first. It likes warmth and is afraid of cold. If you don't keep it properly, you will freeze to death in winter. I will teach you." You spell..."

Zhao Chuanxin handed him the spell and how to use it.

Benjamin Goldberg experimented with it while driving.

The lantern flower is positioned, and then as the carriage turns, the direction of the lantern flower always shines in the direction of the positioning.

Benjamin Goldberg said excitedly: "Master, I recently read Frederick William Woolward's "History of Plant Survival" and "Plant Cultivation Guide". Why don't we cultivate beacons on a large scale? What about flowers?"

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head: "Well, first of all, I don't know this knowledge. Secondly, to cultivate Ming Denghua, you need some other training, otherwise it won't understand the spell. As a teacher, you have to ask some people for advice. .”

How did the forest elves tinker with the bright lantern flowers? How did Zhao Chuanxin know?

Benjamin Goldberg looked at Ming Deng Hua: "That's good, that's good, but master, are you sure this is the master's most precious treasure?"

Zhao Chuanxin's face was not red and he did not blink: "Of course, I reluctantly gave up my love to you for my teacher. It's hard to be my teacher..."

Benjamin Goldberg has an advantage, that is, he has erroneous ideas, his eyes are a little dazed, and there is no sneakiness on his face. He suddenly said: "Master, if you had lent me the ecstasy lamp, didn't you say it could do it?" Extract substances?”

"Ah this..."

"I'm just researching and I don't want yours."

"Master has already given away the most important treasure. Low-quality items such as the ecstasy lamp should be left for master to use for self-defense."

"I'll just borrow it for a few days."

"Think about it for the teacher..."

While the master and apprentice were talking, the carriage arrived at Kurdex.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the curtain and found a familiar shop. He rang the bell to ask the driver to stop.

After getting off the bus, Zhao Chuanxin said, "You guys wait for me here. I'll be back later."

Next to the street, there is a J.C. Penney store.

Zhao Chuanxin saw his boss, John Peterman.

This guy was so arrogant back then.

When John Peterman saw Zhao Chuanxin, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"It's you?"

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled and said, "Well, has the financial crisis affected your shop?"

John Peterman's face darkened: "What do you care about?"

"Do I need a capital injection?"

"I……"

Historically, he failed to attract investment and has been supporting it alone, but in the end he survived the difficulties. And the store has been operating into the 21st century.

But it's very difficult.

Now, several of his stores are out of stock.

Everyone has learned how to vote separately. Yesterday, my phone kept vibrating...