The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't wait to come up, planning to share the good news with Nikola Tesla and Guo Tuwa.

After coming up from the Anhe Tower, they saw Guo Tuwa holding a Guanshan knife, confronting another man holding a Guanshan knife.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin showing his head, Guo Tuwa shouted: "Shopkeeper, this person's origin is unknown."

The man's steps were frivolous and he staggered a little as he walked. He said nervously: "Nonsense, I'm here to stay in the hotel."

The wind and sand in the desert could not blow away Zhao Chuanxin's chicken thief, he had already figured out the way.

"You'd better put down your weapons. We at Tianshangfei Inn have always been united. If you dare to hit one of us..." Zhao Chuanxin said: "The other one will report it to the official!"

The man thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect to report it to the official. He suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "Black man, put down the knife quickly, otherwise you will be better off."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Bald boy, put down your weapon, this man can't withstand a single blow from you."

The man refused to accept: "I don't think so."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Someone must have told you that you can take refuge in the sky, right? You told the three children yesterday to come and find out what was true, right?"

The man hesitated for a moment and threw a bag at Guo Tuwa's feet, making a clanging sound of metal.

Guo Tuwa picked it up in confusion, her pupils dilated: "It's from the shopkeeper, it's full of silver coins."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Bald boy, have you discovered this? I really can't tell from the voice. You are so smart. If I become the emperor in the future, I will make you the prince."

Guo Tuwa scratched his head, didn't it sound like a compliment?

Also, isn’t the prince the son of the emperor?

When the man heard that Zhao Chuanxin was talking about being both the emperor and the prince, he felt very contemptuous of the imperial court. Instead, he lowered his guard and put away the knife.

He clasped his fists and said, "Shopkeeper Zhao, I will leave when I finish using the money."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, stretched out his hand, and the money bag whirled into his palm.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at it and put it away: "21 yuan, and you will get a 1 yuan deposit back after staying for ten days. Bald boy, arrange food and lodging for the guests!"

The man's pupils shrank: "Shopkeeper Zhao is indeed extraordinary."

"It's easy to talk about."

When the man saw Guo Tuwa turning around to clean up the guest room, he said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Shopkeeper Zhao, I've heard that you are a peerless master. Why don't you join me in fighting against the Qing Dynasty? Isn't it okay to rob money, rob houses, and rob officials?" Are you happy?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Okay, then who among us is the boss and who is the second?"

"This..." The man hesitated and said, "Let's discuss it."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "We can discuss it. When we agree, listen to you; if we disagree, listen to me, how about that?"

"Okay! It's a deal!" The man agreed simply, but immediately felt something was wrong: "Wait? I'm a little confused... let me figure it out."

After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't understand.

But Guo Tuwa had already come out and said, "You can put your luggage in the room."

Zhao Chuanxin patted the man on the shoulder: "Don't be in a hurry. Go back and think about it slowly. Remember to come to the restaurant on time for lunch. Tuwa will show you the bathroom and toilet later."

"That's fine!"

When Guo Tuwa came back from his work, he asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Shopkeeper, do you know where he came from?"

"You're so smart, I'm still waiting for you to make excuses."

"..." Guo Tuwa smiled naively: "He said it was inconvenient to reveal his name, and he also said he had good intentions, otherwise I would easily get burned."

"Haha, mind your own business. Like me, the less you know, the happier you are." Then Zhao Chuanxin picked up the Guanshan knife on the table: "Hey, his knife fell here. It has the words "Wang changed his name" engraved on it? What a fucking name."

"..." Guo Tuwa scratched his head: "Shopkeeper, didn't you just say you should mind your own business?"

"That's what I'm telling you. I'm a lonely master. Who dares to do anything to me if I meddle in my own business?"

That makes sense.

"Oh..." Guo Tuwa looked at his pocket watch and said, "It's almost noon, shopkeeper, how about some braised pork?"

Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "Bald boy, people are getting fatter. God is watching. Have you gained ten pounds of meat during this period?"

"This is exactly why I want to stay, shopkeeper."

The food that flies from the sky is always worthy of praise.

Despite his thin appearance, Wang had a huge appetite and ate less than half of the pot of braised pork.

Guo Tuwa kindly reminded: "Eat less, there will be another meal in an hour."

"You've already paid, why are you still talking so much?"

"Yes, you can eat it."

After dinner, Wang changed his name and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Shopkeeper Zhao, the room and board fee at Tianshangfei Inn includes the money for medical treatment, right?"

"You said it was room and board expenses, how could it include medical expenses?" Zhao Chuanxin drank tea, rinsed his mouth, and spat on the ground. Guo Tuwa quickly took a mop to mop it away.

"..." Wang changed his name: "But others say you treat diseases and injuries."

Most of the people here are damn Jin Xiang.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down and said, "Reach out your hand and let me feel your pulse."

Zhao Chuanxin stroked his beard and stopped for a moment: "Okay, I know what's wrong with you."

"Shopkeeper Zhao deserves to be a miracle doctor! Please tell me...wait a minute, Shopkeeper Zhao, I am not sick."

His walking posture was weird, his steps were sloppy, and his lips were white. It looked like he had been injured and had lost too much blood.

"No!" Zhao Chuanxin said firmly, "You are sick."

"Um...then, what kind of disease is that?"

"You have difficulty choosing!"

"Never...never heard of it?"

Zhao Chuanxin explained: "The so-called difficulty in choosing is that between easy and difficult, you always choose difficulty. For example, if you have an enemy, you can hide far away, but you insist on revenge. For example, if you have an enemy, you can hide far away, but you insist on revenge. For example, , you can live a comfortable life, but you have to be a swordsman. Or, for example, you want to rebel."

Wang changed his name and slammed the table: "Ouch, it hurts me to death, but shopkeeper Zhao is indeed a miracle doctor, and he has revealed the secrets. People in the world are just happy and grudges."

Guo Tuwa also looked at Zhao Chuanxin with admiration.

Two and two forced.

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Okay, show me your wound and let me take a look."

"Ah?" Wang changed his name and was surprised: "So shopkeeper Zhao already knew that I was injured?"

He was injured on his abdomen and ribs, with a shocking diagonal wound that was twenty centimeters long.

I don't know what kind of medicine was used. It smelled bad and the wound had suppurated.

Zhao Chuanxin brought the medicine box and used a Tibetan knife given to him by Li Jiangong to peel off the wounds of unknown origin.

The handle of this Tibetan knife is made of horn, and the scabbard is made of brass alloy, inlaid with turquoise, southern red and coral.

The knife pendant is a piece of old beeswax and clam.

Zhao Chuanxin washed his wound with alcohol, pricked it and let out the pus, and then used a needle to sew the wound.

Wang Changming grimaced in pain and gasped.

After bandaging, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Don't put on your clothes, let it dry. We will remove the stitches for you in seven days. Do not eat...forget it, you can eat whatever you want while there is still a chance."

Wang changed his name and was confused: "Wait a minute, Shopkeeper Zhao, what do you mean by this?"

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him and walked out.

But Guo Tuwa said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, our shopkeeper is alive with human flesh and white bones. It is a magical method. You will be alive and well in seven days."

The king changed his name and was doubtful.

Zhao Chuanxin went out and saw a group of children coming from a distance, more than twenty in total.

Each carries a large backpack.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, we are here."

As they walked, they curiously looked at Zhao Chuanxin's newly built artificial lake.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the baskets on their backs contained either newly sprouted vegetation or various seeds. Among them, Zhao Chuanxin also saw corn, soybeans, wheat, and highland barley mixed in to make up the number.

This made him dumbfounded. Obviously, these little calves stole it from home in exchange for candy.

Buck-toothed, he asked with a guilty conscience: "Shopkeeper, can I exchange it for candy?"

Seeing that his worried forehead wrinkles were half a centimeter deep, Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "I can do it this time, but from now on I won't be allowed to steal family grain."

Buck teeth bared: "Hey hey hey, hey hey hey."

"Hey, I'm going to blanch you, don't laugh, it's like a marmot turning into a spirit!" Zhao Chuanxin was speechless.

A child said: "I caught two marmots, can the shopkeeper exchange them for candy?"

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Take it and take a look."

The child would lift the marmot from the bottom of the basket and hand it to Zhao Chuanxin.

Strangely enough, the marmot, which had been tossing a few times in the child's hands, could not move when Zhao Chuanxin was there.

Quite fat.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the two marmots on the ground, and the little things burrowed directly into the grass: "Change."