The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her and moved his arms as fast as lightning. No one could see what he did.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around to find his apprentice: "Let's go buy a kitchen knife."

When they left, Po was still standing there in a daze.

Cao Zhengxing's shop is in Zhangmei Lane, not far from here.

Above the shop, there is a large gold-plated signboard of "Cao Zhengxing Knife Shop", which looks impressive at first glance.

When you enter the store, there is a sign next to the counter, which reads: Pure steel and fire, genuine goods at a reasonable price, with dust on the edges, and the package will be exchanged if it is dropped!

In all of Hankou, Cao Zhengxing's knife shop is the only one who dares to shout such a slogan.

After entering the store, Zhao Yixian walked forward with his arms splayed like a wealthy landlord as usual: "Man, look at the kitchen knife."

His tone sounded like he had a lot of money.

The waiter came forward cheerfully: "Sir, this row of knives are all freshly baked from the workshop in Hongyi Lane. They are strong and soft, with sharp edges. They can cut ginger without strings, cut meat without tendons, and chop bones without curling the edges. , carrying a good knife..."

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and saw a dark blade and a shining silver blade. It was narrow at the front and wide at the back, cutting forward and cutting at the back.

He actually saw this kind of knife in later generations.

However, they are not as thick as the row of knives on the counter. These knives can clearly show some traces of handcrafting.

This thing can be regarded as a speed bump for men, and Zhao Chuanxin observed it with gusto.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly saw a long knife standing in the corner, covered with debris, only the handle was exposed.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed there and said, "Man, take out that long knife and have a look."

The waiter glanced at it and said with a troubled face: "This... Sir, you are mistaken. It is a short knife."

Nowadays, the Qing government prohibits civilians from carrying firearms, and the control of swords is somewhat looser, but sharp weapons still cannot be easily shown to others.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled half-heartedly: "If you don't show it to me, I will report it to the officials and say you are hiding the murder weapon."

"伱..." The clerk was speechless, so he had to take out the knife and put it on the counter: "Have a look and I'll put it back when you're done."

The scabbard is made of solid wood and covered with a layer of black shark skin. The scabbard is inlaid with 4 copper horizontal hoops and decorated with a gilt hollow-carved sheath cage.

Very exquisitely made.

It's just that the length is exaggerated, it should be one meter and a half long.

An oval-shaped knife block with a small folding edge. The cross-section of the edge is rectangular and the sides are trapezoidal.

Add a gasket to the end of the knife stem and rivet it to the end of the knife hand.

The handle is very long and requires both hands to hold.

Just as the man was about to put the knife back, Zhao Chuanxin took the lead and lifted it up.

With a "clang" sound, the blade appeared two inches from the fingertip, and a wisp of cold light arrived first.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw the beautiful water lines on the blade.

He had always wanted to try blacksmithing, but unfortunately the blacksmithing equipment was too expensive and there was a lack of suitable venues, so he was delayed.

He is very interested in cold weapons.

He pushed out hard, and the clerk hurriedly said: "Hey, be careful, don't do anything wrong..."

"Zhuo, you are so afraid of damage. Is this made for worship?" Zhao Chuanxin disagreed and drew the knife directly.

Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian hurriedly stayed away, but the knife was too long.

The knife weighed at least four kilograms, and Zhao Chuanxin could easily hold it with one hand.

Don’t underestimate the four kilograms. Both hands can chop for a long time. They are all Newton’s younger brothers - awesome!

As for the Qinglong Yanyue Sword weighing 70 to 80 kilograms, I can only laugh at it. With Zhao Chuanxin's physique, he dare not say that he could carry a knife weighing seventy or eighty kilograms and walk around the battlefield like the wind.

He flicked the blade and made a crisp clang sound.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately said: "How much does this knife cost? I want it."

The clerk was stunned for a moment, then hesitated: "This... we, Cao Zhengxing, don't sell weapons like this."

Zhao Chuanxin put the scabbard on the counter and inserted the knife back: "Okay, I'll give it back to you."

The clerk hesitated again: "Although it's not for sale, this knife is special. Someone paid the deposit but didn't pick it up after the expiration date, so it's not impossible to sell it."

The appearance of standing still seems very philistine.

Zhao Chuanxin took out five oceans and said, "Okay, then I'll buy it."

The waiter shook his head like a rattle: "You are joking, sir. This knife is made by a famous artist. You can't buy it for even fifty dollars, let alone five dollars."

During the Kangxi period, a waist knife cost 2-5 taels of silver. But in fact, things like knives have not increased much in price because of the emergence of firearms. If the price rises too much, if you have the money, you might as well buy a fast gun.

The waiter opened his mouth and couldn't buy it for fifty yuan. Zhao Chuanxin was furious and slammed the counter: "You're a cunning man. How can a shop that makes kitchen knives be considered a famous expert in making Miao knives? I don't question your professionalism. Sex, you slapped your nose on your face instead?"

The waiter was startled and immediately said: "Sir, you can't say that. This knife is made of steel and is not easy to make. Moreover, this knife is not made by our Cao Zhengxing, but was made by others. The cost is really high."

Zhao Chuanxin was not happy when he heard this: "You lied to even a monk. You are morally corrupt. You will have nightmares at night. You are the scum of the world. It must be bad for you to grow up without learning or skills at a young age. Your behavior is despicable. When it's cold, you'll get malignant sores, you..."

After listening to Zhao Chuanxin's nonchalant insults for a long time, the clerk's head was buzzing: "Okay, sir, we have something to discuss. A gentleman should not speak..."

Zhao Chuanxin showed his arms and rolled up his sleeves: "Okay, ten yuan, I want it."

The clerk secretly calculated that with the deposit and ten yuan, at least he would not lose money.

This is a special era, with the end of cold weapons and the rise of firearms. The wealthy wealthy people who collect famous people's calligraphy and paintings will not give this knife a second glance; the poor people, or those who are running around in the world, want to pay back the money; the real bandits and bullies have the money to buy quick guns directly.

The knife has been sitting there for a long time and cannot be disposed of. The status is very embarrassing. If I sell it reluctantly, I can still get ten yuan. The total turnover of their shop in a day is only seventy or eighty taels of silver.

Seeing that he couldn't fool Zhao Chuanxin, the clerk gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "Sell it."

Zhao Chuanxin picked a few more kitchen knives, asked the waiter to wipe out a small change, added them together to pay the bill, and then left.

After going out, Zhao Yixian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Zhao Shenxian is really a good bargainer."

He still wanted to act like an uncle, but it was a pity that Zhao Chuanxian didn't know how to spend money unnecessarily. Spending a lot of money had nothing to do with him.

After a round of shopping, Zhao Chuanxin laughed and cursed. He was a money-saving expert and bought all the famous items without spending a lot of money.

I also bought a hairpin for Gan Fan to keep it from hanging around his head, which Gan Fan hates.

But what satisfied him the most was the Miao knife.

Most men like to play with these hot and cold weapons.

Zhao Chuanxin said with satisfaction: "Okay, whatever is lost must be made up for. Let's have a meal and then go to Hu Yuanwai's house to wait for news. Life is really lonely."

Why do you say that what is missing should be supplemented?

At the pier, Abao was in a daze for a while, looking at the sweating workers on the pier in the cold weather. She sighed, losing a bit of the majesty she had in the past, and a few layers of Taihu's excitement of standing on the bow of the boat and teasing the private sector. She felt in her heart Also less stubborn.

She sighed quietly and said to herself: "Maybe I should look at this landscape again."

But he didn't buy a boat ticket. Instead, he went to a clothing store to buy a change of silk skirt, and checked into a cheap inn where he stayed.

When she was touching the money, she found something hard on her body.

When he took it out, he found that it was the Lindbergh bayonet that Zhao Chuanxin had disassembled from the French patrol rifle last night.

The gap between the four-edged blade was stained with dried dark brown blood.

Abao was stunned.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

The lewd monk kept yelling about murder, but in the end he left a knife for her to defend herself.

…

Zhao Chuanxin and his party returned to the Hu family's house. After knocking on the door, the concierge saw them leaving and returning, thinking to himself, why the hell are they still relying on the Hu family?

But he didn't dare to make any mistakes and let a few people in obediently.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Have Mr. Hu and Mr. Hu come back?"

The concierge shook his head, and then said with some arrogance: "I haven't come back. I must have been left to eat by Sheng Zuotang. My master..."

Before he finished bragging, Zhao Chuanxin led people inside and muttered: "There are still leftovers at home, why should we eat out? Really..."

concierge:"……"

After returning to the room, Zhao Chuanxin immediately lay down, took out the Miao Dao and hugged it in his arms. Before he had enough, he took out the "Old Divine Code".

After several days in a row, today is the only time I have some free time.

Losing souls is a trouble, and Zhao Chuanxin doesn't know how to deal with it. During this period, he has been avoiding reading books intentionally or unintentionally.

While holding the Miao Dao, he opened the "Old God Code".

[The voice of the mourning soul is urgent: Where have you been? What took you so long? 】

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned again.

The flow of time within the Codex of the Old Gods is somewhat strange.

Replenishing physical strength may be the moment when "I" am unconscious. Even if Zhao Chuanxin closes the "Old God Code", time is still flowing.

However, when "I" wakes up and Zhao Chuanxin closes the "Old God Code", time will stop.

Therefore, the time in the "Old God Code" is related to both Zhao Chuanxin and "I".

Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I asked: How long has it been? 】

[The mourning soul complained: You haven’t shown up for six days. 】

Zhao Chuanxin made secret calculations. The last time he opened the "Old God Code", he was still in Runzhou.

Runzhou took a boat and went to Zhenjiang Prefecture along the canal, which took half a day but stayed one night. Depart by boat the next day and travel along the Yangtze River to Nanjing for a day. We stopped for one day from Nanjing to Chizhou. We stopped for one day from Chizhou to Jiujiang. Finally arrived in Hankou.

Including the night spent in Runzhou, it was exactly six days.

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

"I" time has stopped, but the time of death is actually the same as Zhao Chuanxin?

Is this little thing from ancient times so powerful that it ignores the time constraints of the "Code of the Old Gods"?

Zhao Chuanxin held back for the time being and wrote:

[I said: The old god has fallen into endless sleep. Please leave Zuling Peak with me. 】

[The lost spirit panicked and said: No, the old god will eventually wake up. 】

Zhao Chuanxin could not let "me" accompany the mourning souls under the Zuling Peak forever. "I" had to go back and hand in the mission, so he had a tough attitude:

[I said: You must come with me, there is no way out if you stay here. 】

[The air fell into silence. 】

[After a long time, the mourning soul said: I think of where you are. 】

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

When you come here and see what I look like, do you think you will beat me to death in a rage?

Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I said: I can’t bring you here. 】

[Shang Ling said happily: I thought of a way. 】

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He couldn't help but tighten the scabbard of the Miao Dao...

[I asked: What solution? 】

[Sang Ling’s answer: In the long years, I have met many people. Someone once told me that as long as the nine old sacred altars are gathered together, the void can be broken. As long as I seal myself in the body of a hairy ball, I can travel to your world. 】

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes and wrote:

[I asked: What would happen to you if you sealed yourself in a hairy dumpling? 】

[Sang Ling’s voice is a little low: I only have as much energy left as Mao Duanzi can hold, very little. My lifespan will be the same as that of a hairy dumpling, and I can only live two hundred years. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was relieved.

If the dead soul really comes to the earth, Zhao Chuanxin hopes that he can at least handle it at will instead of being manipulated by it.

His hypocritical comfort:

[I said: Don’t panic, I can only live a hundred or two hundred years at most. 】

[Shang Ling’s tone became cheerful again: Really? That's great. 】

Blanch...

[Shang Ling added: In that case, let’s set off. 】

Zhao Chuanxin thought he was about to regain his strength.

However……

[I was about to take a step when I was suddenly lifted up by an invisible force and my feet lifted off the ground. No matter how much I struggled, it was of no avail. 】

[The voice of the mourning soul rang in my ears: He is walking too slowly, let me help him, he just needs to point the direction. 】

[I pointed in the direction, and my eyes blurred. My cheek was scratched by the branches and leaves, and I didn’t know how many small wounds were opened. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

Now that we are in the land of forest elves, "my" health bar must not be cut off in half?

[I quickly said: Avoid the branches and leaves, otherwise I won’t reach the finish line, so I will go first! 】

[It turned out to be at least two or three days' journey. Before evening, we had arrived at the land of the forest elves. 】

[The leader of the Beetle tribe met me. 】

[The leader of the Beetle tribe said in surprise: Fearless Pioneer, I didn’t expect that you actually completed the mission. Your heroic deeds will spread throughout the Shadow Forest and Middle-earth. 】

[I got the Furious Armor as a reward. 】