The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

When Zhao Chuanxin was a child, people basically no longer stayed up all night to watch the New Year's Eve.

But at this time, most people will still stay up late on New Year's Eve.

At least Zhao Yixian is like this.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids trembled, so he went straight back to the house to sleep, and even turned off the lights.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that Nian Beast might not be his opponent.

In the thirty-fourth year of Guangxu's reign, it was the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Emperor Guangxu is 37 years old.

Before dawn, he dragged his frail body to get up early, take a shower and change clothes.

He held incense and saluted in front of the Yin table and the Mingdian sacred tablet on the league members' table.

In front of the West Buddhist Hall and the East Buddhist Hall, where he passed by on foot, eunuchs set off firecrackers behind him.

Then go to Dongnuang Pavilion to have breakfast and take a rest.

After that, the busy day really begins.

He had to go to Le'an Hall, where Cixi currently lives, to wish her well.

Cixi said with a straight face: "Where does joy come from?"

"This..." There is no such questioning procedure in normal years?

Emperor Guangxu was a little confused.

Cixi snorted softly with her nose: "Let's go to Xinuang Pavilion to summon the ministers first."

Emperor Guangxu then retreated in dismay.

The congratulations sent by the ministers on the first day of the new year actually have no substantive content and are just a formality.

Guangxu was a little tired, but he still had to finish the congratulations from the ministers, and also had to receive the queen and the concubines.

Some kneel down three times and kowtow nine times, some kowtow six times and then kowtow three times again. In short, they are all kinds of kowtows.

All this has passed, it is already ten o'clock in the morning.

There is still a bunch of routine regulations waiting for him.

Guangxu's face turned a little dark, and he felt more and more like a zombie, a puppet being manipulated by others.

When can I survive that old woman?

…

Zhao Chuanxin got up three times a day, and the sun shone through the glass on his buttocks.

After washing up sleepily, he put on overalls, a Henley shirt, and a shiny tattered cotton-padded jacket, and came to the living room. Liu Huaqiang, his wife, and his wife saw him get up and hurried to cook.

Nikola Tesla was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

He asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao, in this newspaper, a writer with the pseudonym 'Master of the Fifth and Ninth Floor' claimed that he knew you, and also said that you were a heavenly eunuch, so you still have no wife or children, so you are cynical and love the most. Concocting rumors to slander others.”

I thought Zhao Chuanxin would be angry, but when he saw the news, he grinned and grinned: "Oh? Is that so? Along the ancient road in the Russian Concession, Zhao burst into tears before he could speak. It's such a sad report."

"..." Nikola Tesla: "Aren't you going to pursue it?"

"What are you pursuing? The owner of the 59th floor, it sounds like a stupid pseudonym of a Japanese. Even if you frown, I lose."

He can destroy people's bodies, but cannot stop people's mouths. Even if they don't throw dirty water here, they can still exert their efforts elsewhere.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care, he can't lose a piece of meat.

Nikola Tesla believed that Zhao Chuanxin's open-mindedness was more like wisdom than worldly sophistication.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin placed a book in front of Nikola Tesla and pointed at the cover: "The way to salvation lies within it."

After saying that, Shi Shiran put on his coat and went downstairs.

Nikola Tesla looked at this book, and the title was - The Plum in the Golden Ping...

Zhao Chuanxin continued to dismantle the Rolls-Royce. No one bothered him today, and Zhao Chuanxin's efficiency was actually much lower.

He took notes while dismantling them, recording every memory he could think of about the car on paper.

When the scoundrel who disappeared on the morning of the first day of the new year comes back, we will show it to him to see if there are any new ideas in design.

After working hard in the evening, Zhao Chuanxin went back upstairs for dinner.

Zhao Yixian had come back. He saw Zhao Chuanxin who was covered in oil and asked, "Why hasn't Benjamin come back yet?"

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Didn't you leave together this morning?"

Zhao Yixian said: "We went our separate ways after going out."

Zhao Chuanxin was a little worried, but he didn't show it on his face. He said harshly: "If he doesn't come back, he will starve to death. The dog is starting to lose his home. Speaking of dogs, why haven't Ganfan and Balvos come back?"

"Leaved with Benjamin this morning."

"..."

At this time, Nikola Tesla came out with "Jin Ping Mei" and threw the book in front of Zhao Chuanxin: "Absurd, extremely absurd..."

Zhao Chuanxin was delighted: "Nicholas, don't worry, it doesn't matter that you are still young and can't understand!"

"..." Nikola Tesla pointed at the book and said: "That's nonsense. The beginning of the book says that drinking, sex, and wealth are both great pleasures in life and taboos in life. If people only pursue these, how are they any different from animals? What's more? What are you saying about the good things in the world that are not strong, the colorful clouds are easy to scatter, and the glass is brittle—conductors such as gold, silver, copper, and iron are considered good things, and diamonds are highly valuable and indestructible, so why are they not strong? The whole article is nonsense!"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was immediately confused: "You watched "The Golden Ping Mei" for one day, and this is all you saw?"

"What else could it be?"

Zhao Chuanxin had nothing to say.

The lights were on, the meal was ready, but Benjamin Goldberg hadn't come back yet.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't sit still.

Just as he was about to get dressed and go out, Liu Huaqiang came back with a letter: "Dean, someone sent a letter."

"Bring it to me and see."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly had a bad feeling.

When he saw the three smaller English letters "Gao Boming" and "BJM" on the wax seal, his sense of ominousness became even stronger.

Liu Huaqiang asked: "Dean, who is Gao Boming?"

"Benjamin's Chinese name." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly.

After opening the envelope, Nikola Tesla, Zhao Yixian and Liu Huaqiang were all peeking behind.

I only saw the letter written: My master personally initiated me - I walked with the master, and saw the Qinhuai waterside pavilion, the prosperous land of the southern capital, both sides of the light ship, painted thresholds and carved railings, but I never left the master's protection and always lacked exercise. The falcons are trying their wings, the wind and dust are blowing, it's time to go on the road alone, Ganfan and Balworth are with me. Master, there is no need to be anxious. You and I will meet again in Suzhou in March or half a year. Master, do not use spells to catch up. If the speed is too fast, the climate in Hankou will easily cause you to suffer from rheumatism. As for the grenade, the design is attached. As for cars, here are the suggestions…

Everyone saw that Zhao Chuanxin's face was very dark and they were all too angry to breathe.

Zhao Yixian carefully persuaded: "Benjamin is extremely smart and will definitely be fine. Since he knows what he is doing, he will probably have a way to deal with difficulties when he encounters them..."

But Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table: "This scoundrel, his handwriting still looks like chicken chop. It's really abominable!"

"..."

That's it?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's eat."

During the dinner, Zhao Chuanxin laughed and cursed, just like usual.

After dinner, when Zhao Chuanxin returned to the room and lay on the bed, worry appeared on his face: "You little brat, I won't kill you until you come back!"

Benjamin Goldberg's idea of ​​"entering the world" had already surfaced, but unfortunately Zhao Chuanxin was busy dealing with the concessions and ignored it.

He was tossing and turning and was so upset that he had to take out the "Old God Codex".

Last time "I" went to the Birdman tribe for help, but was rejected by the greedy Birdman.

"I" and the mourning spirit rushed to the north again to seek help from the bear people.

[In the north of the Shadow Forest, the land is gradually becoming barren. 】

[Ahead is an endless stretch of sand, with numerous strange-shaped trees surviving on the sand. 】

[Sangling said: Be careful, there is a mother tree here from ancient times that broke out of the meteorite. The harsh environment caused the mother tree to cry for a long time in the whirlpool of gravel. It tenaciously gave birth to countless offspring. The offspring trees are bloated and the water stored in them can be absorbed by the mother tree. We need to avoid the mother tree, which will devour any flesh and blood that passes by. Let's not disturb it. 】

[The dead spirit took me on a trek through the dunes of the Shadow Forest, all the way north to the plateau. 】

[We rest here for the night, and we will arrive at the Bear Tribe tomorrow. 】

Zhao Chuanxin closed the book and tossed and turned on the bed. He didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep.

The next morning, he still got up very late.

After washing up, I went to the living room and saw Li Guangzong, who had been so busy these past two days, drinking tea with a foreigner with a bald head.

Just when Li Guangzong was about to speak, Liu Huaqiang said first, "Dean, I'm asking for a day off."

Zhao Chuanxin yawned: "What? Your wife is getting married tomorrow?"

"Ah this..." Liu Huaqiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "On the second day of the new year, my wife comes home and I want to see her off."

He wasn't angry because he had figured out Zhao Chuanxin's temperament. Although the dean seems to have a black mouth, in fact he is not merciful at all.

Those who celebrate the New Year cannot bring themselves a bloody disaster.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Get out of here."

Li Guangzong then stood up and said: "Master, this is Mr. Albert Kahn, a well-known French banker and a world-renowned photographer."

Albert Kahn looked at Zhao Chuanxin. The man wore a black velvet-blend shirt on his upper body, with the cuffs rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. The trousers fit well and were not as baggy as formal wear at this time. On her feet was a pair of cotton slippers.

A thick layer of stubble has grown on his originally bald head.

The facial features are very strong.

Albert Kahn's eyes lit up, Zhao Chuanxin was indeed different from all the Chinese he had seen.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out and patted Albert Kahn on the shoulder: "Hey, you just come to the door and bring a camera as a gift. You are so polite, buddy."

Albert Kahn: "..."

Li Guangzong smiled awkwardly: "You're just kidding, Mr. Kahn, don't take it seriously. Boss, Mr. Kahn is a photographer, this is his tool."

Albert Kahn said: "If Mr. Zhao likes it, it doesn't hurt to give it to you."

Zhao Chuanxin sat down and took a sip of tea: "I'm going to leave today. I'll leave the rest of Hankou to you."

Li Guangzong responded hurriedly and said: "Master, Mr. Kahn came to visit you specially and wants to take photos and records for you."

Albert Kahn also said: "Yes, Mr. Zhao, I saw in the newspaper that the photos about you were very blurry and shrouded in smoke. Can I take some photos of you up close?"

"No!" Zhao Chuanxin simply refused.

The smog-filled appearance was intentional on his part, so how could he allow Albert Kahn to take clear photos?

The atmosphere became awkward.

Captain Zhao never saves face for others when speaking, especially with strangers. This is very different from most Chinese people who regard the golden mean as wisdom.

Albert Kahn was more accepting of this kind of directness than Li Guangzong. He was determined to win today and hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhao, I need to tell you something."

"What happened?" Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "The Emperor of Japan is dead? An earthquake occurred in Japan and the land sank into the sea? Tens of millions of people were killed in the tsunami in Japan?"

"Uh..." Albert Kahn wiped the sweat from his forehead: "None of them. I want to tell Mr. Zhao that Wilden, the illustrator of the American "Naughty Boy", drew several illustrations that vilified Mr. Zhao, and also Prepare to be mailed back to the United States for publication."

"Ah? So that's it." Zhao Chuanxin coughed: "What a waste, you made me worry about the Japanese for nothing, hehehe..."

"..." Albert Kahn sneered twice: "Aren't you angry?"

"Angry, why aren't you angry?" Zhao Chuanxin asked him, "Where does Wilden live?"

"Staying temporarily at the U.S. Consulate." Albert Kahn told him directly without taking it seriously.

Zhao Chuanxin started to get dressed, put on his cotton clothes, and opened the living room window: "You guys talk first, I'll be back soon."

With that said, he jumped down the window.

Albert Kahn's eyes widened: "It's so high, is it really okay to jump?"

Li Guangzong smiled bitterly: "It doesn't matter. If the world ends, only two kinds of creatures can survive. One is the cockroach, and the other must be our leader Zhao Chuanxin."

"..."

The two didn't chat for ten minutes when the door opened from the outside.

Zhao Chuanxin came back carrying Wilden.

He dropped Wilden to the ground.

Albert Kahn saw Wilden, who had been chatting and laughing with him the night before, looking like a dead dog, with his mouth gagged and ten fingers bent back, looking very scary.

Albert Kahn stood up suddenly and took several steps back in fright.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped Wilden on the face: "I'm going to let you go now. If you scream like a slaughtering pig, I will make you silence forever. Do you understand?"

Wilden nodded sharply.

After letting him go, Zhao Chuanxin picked up a few drawings on the ground and looked at them: "What kind of things did you draw, and you dare to show them to shame?"

Li Guangzong came over to take a look, and couldn't help but get furious. He pointed at Wilden and said viciously: "You really deserve to die!"

Once upon a time, Li Guangzong had a bold idea in his mind.

One day in the future, why won't Zhao Chuanxin be able to rule this land?

But when he carefully looked at Zhao Chuanxin, he came to the conclusion that he was not like a human being...

But it doesn't matter that he fears Zhao Chuanxin.

There are so many legends about immortals in the Three Mountains and Five Mountains, but if there is only one true god left in the world, it must be Zhao Chuanxin.

Li Guangzong was really angry when he saw the leader being vilified like this.

This is like blasphemy and makes believers angry.

Wilden's nose was so painful that he burst into tears: "As long as you let me go, I will definitely change and never draw again..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his fingers, shook his head and sighed: "Listen to me, Wilden, you have to be strong. Come, I will straighten your dislocated joints."

Saying that, Zhao Chuanxin bent down, grabbed one of his fingers and twisted it.

"Ah..." Wilden screamed.

The fingers that were originally twisted 90 degrees to the left are now twisted 90 degrees to the right.

Albert Kahn watched with horror.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of guilt: "Oh, I turned my head away. It seems that I still need to learn more bone-setting skills from the old Chinese medicine doctor."

Li Guangzong thought for a while and suggested: "Boss, I have also read the pictorials of foreigners. The British are quite realistic, but the Americans are malicious and distorted. They even plagiarized the ideas of the British pictorials, distorted them and published them in newspapers. It is extremely abominable." Why don't the master come and paint it himself, and repay the other person with his own way?"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Guangzong was the one who thought it through. Isn't it just American comics? I'm good at this. I've already thought of a pen name, so I'll call it Gusu Murongfu."

Zhao Chuanxin plucked Wilden's hair and picked him up. Then he kicked the crook of his leg hard from behind, causing Wilden to kneel down involuntarily.

"Just kneel down and watch me paint."

After saying that, he took out the pen and paper and started drawing.

The title is - Captain Earth.

Abbreviation - Ground Team.

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