The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

It was hot and stuffy. In less than three minutes, a drop of sweat started from Zhao Chuanxin's temple, crossed the corner of his eye, passed through his face, and met the sweat on the other cheek at his chin.

Nikola Tesla suddenly raised his head: "Why are you so hot despite wearing so little?"

Zhao Chuanxin quickly took off his clothes.

He knew that he would never have to worry about rheumatism in the future by using Miao Miao Journey to travel in winter.

He wove a second old sacred altar into the necklace.

The train traveled very slowly, and twice it stopped for several hours due to emergency repairs on railway sections.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the sky was just right, took out a pen and paper by the skylight, and continued to create comics.

Nikola Tesla immediately put down what he was doing and went around behind Zhao Chuanxin, because only in this way could he see the development of the story clearly.

I saw that Zhao Chuanxin drew mountains with furry edges in the opening frame, and added a sentence: We all have to climb mountains and ridges alone, and the heaven and earth are silent. The world will tell you - Give no shit!

At this time, outside the train, the setting sun brought its final shine.

Nikola Tesla was surprised: "Who said this?"

Zhao Chuanxin kept writing and said with a faint smile: "Benjamin said it."

"What's the name of your comic?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, took out the first page of the drawing, and wrote on the front page - "The Master in the Late Qing Dynasty".

…

Mianyang Prefecture.

Benjamin Goldberg was carrying a map scroll and a enchantment lamp on his back. He was wearing a dirty cotton-padded jacket and carrying a beech stick. He was squatting under a honey locust tree and eating cake.

A group of snot-nosed babies were attracted, biting their fingers and watching him eat.

The pancakes are freshly baked and fragrant, and with the addition of fish floss, they are just enough to satisfy your hunger.

Benjamin Goldberg was barely eating, but these scrawny kids were treating it like a delicacy.

Benjamin Goldberg recalled the words of his master: “When you are unable to do anything, respect the fate of others.”

So I didn't pay any attention to their greedy expressions.

After finishing a piece of bread, he said to a group of children: "I'm going to ask you a question. If you answer well, you will be rewarded greatly."

Seeing that these children didn't respond, he didn't care and asked: "Who is the richest in Mianyang Prefecture and still likes visiting brothels?"

Seeing that the children were still dull, Benjamin Goldberg used his trump card - a candy ball.

As soon as the candy ball appeared, the eyes of all the children immediately became intense. An older child said, "I know that the Cheng family has a lot of money, and Mr. Cheng loves visiting brothels the most."

Benjamin Goldberg asked him: "Does Mr. Cheng have schizophrenia?"

"Yes, the doctor said Mr. Cheng's "wind ailments have made him ill."

Benjamin Goldberg gave the child a piece of candy.

The snot baby immediately stuffed it into his mouth and smashed it: "It's so sweet..."

The snot-nosed kids next to me were extremely envious.

Benjamin Goldberg asked again: "Who can take me to the Cheng Mansion?"

"I!"

A group of snot-nosed kids spoke in unison.

Benjamin Goldberg found a clever way to lead the way.

When they arrived at Cheng's house, Benjamin Goldberg went to knock on the door.

The concierge saw a half-year-old foreigner child and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

If it were another snot-nosed kid, the concierge wouldn't be able to smoke it with a broomstick, but for a foreigner, he would have to weigh it, regardless of whether the clothes are dirty or not.

Benjamin Goldberg put his hands behind his back and said: "I heard that Mr. Cheng is ill, and I happen to have a foreign medicine that can treat the problem."

The concierge felt strange when he saw that although he had deep eyes and a high nose, his mouth smelled like dirt.

After hearing what he said, he suddenly became angry: "Nonsense!"

Under the influence of Zhao Chuanxin, Benjamin Goldberg is no longer the introverted child he was before.

His expression suddenly became majestic, and he snorted coldly: "I am an American, and my medicine is the latest medicine from Columbia University School of Medicine in the United States. It can treat Mr. Cheng's hidden illness. I advise you not to be disrespectful. You should go in and report it first." .”

The concierge knew about the United States and that there were many universities in the United States. The imperial court would send children to study abroad as if they were seeking scriptures. It turned out to be extraordinary.

But he still had to confirm: "Can you speak foreign languages?"

Don't meet a liar.

Americans don’t understand the Chinese, and the Chinese don’t understand the Americans very well either.

Even many Chinese people don’t know that there are poor people and liars in the United States, and the bad guys are still doing bad things...

Benjamin Goldberg said without thinking: "That`s how life works sometimes, there are lots of motherfuckers keep me back..."

The concierge didn't understand, but said: "This foreigner can speak fluent foreign language at a young age, so he must have some real ability..."

Turn around and run inside.

"Master, your illness is cured..."

…

Hankou, Japanese Concession Consulate.

Eiji Asabuki not only paid compensation and ceded territory, but was also spread rumors by Zhao Chuanxin. When he even fought back, he was defused by Zhao Chuanxin in an understatement, and Zhao Chuanxin was even frightened off his horse by one sentence.

With a gloomy face, he asked his men: "Have everything been arranged?"

The subordinate said slightly excitedly: "It has been arranged to set up an ambush on the Baoding Prefecture section. The explosives can be operated remotely and will detonate once the train passes. But why do we set the detonation point in Baoding Prefecture?"

"Because the distance is far enough, we won't get burned." Asabuki Eiji sneered and took a deep breath: "Zhao Chuanxin is doomed this time! Pack your things, I am only the temporary consul after all, it's time to return home, haha..."

It would be best if Zhao Chuanxin died, but he could accept Zhao Chuanxin being seriously injured.

But he must be prepared for the worst, that is, Zhao Chuanxin will come back to retaliate against him, so the tipping point should be farther away to give him enough time to leave.

…

Zhao Chuanxin painted in the evening before the train arrived at the south bank of the Yellow River.

Nikola Tesla was still thinking about what to have for dinner when Zhao Chuanxin suddenly put away his drawings and other items, stood up, picked up his coat and said, "Let's get out of the car."

Nikola Tesla was stunned: "Aren't we going to the capital?"

"Haha, that's just a cover-up."

Zhao Chuanxin was not worried about assassins on the train, but he had to guard against the Japanese.

Unbeknownst to others, Zhao Chuanxin remembered how Boss Zhang died outside Guanwai.

Since he dared to take the train with great fanfare, he naturally knew it.

What's more, the rails have been repaired too many times, so there must be something wrong if something goes wrong.

Nikola Tesla wondered: "Hidden the eyes of others? Whose eyes and ears are hid?"

Zhao Chuanxin did not answer.

When he arrived at the station, the door of his carriage was not open at all.

Zhao Chuanxin walked to the back of the car, cut the window open, dragged Nikola Tesla and threw him out. After he landed safely, he jumped out after him.

The two waited for the train to start before Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the station.

Nikola Tesla asked anxiously: "Where are you taking me?"

"Jump into the river."

"Jump into the river?"

When Zhao Chuanxin carried him onto the Misty Traveler and jumped into the muddy Yellow River, Nikola Tesla felt that either the world was crazy, or he was crazy.

Fortunately, the Yellow River is not so grumpy in winter.

The misty traveler steadily moved upstream on the water.

Nikola Tesla felt like he was in a dream.

"Zhao, what are we stepping on?" the thin Nikola Tesla asked on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder.

Because there was one more person on board, Zhao Chuanxin had to try his best to maintain balance: "It's nothing, stop talking, I'm going to speed up."

As he spoke, Misty Traveler suddenly accelerated.

The Yellow River is known as the mother river, but most of its sections are not navigable and its shipping value is extremely low.

Zhao Chuanxin's clothes were fluttering, but he didn't feel cold at all because he was wearing Yanmo underwear.

The journey was smooth, and it took less than twenty minutes to arrive at Luoyang Mansion, which almost froze Nikola Tesla...

I'm almost over it, and I'll try to get back to normal time for updates tomorrow.