The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

He asked Xingyue: "I can defend against all swords, and the lightsaber can break through all swords. Why do I still need to practice?"

Xingyue said: The Desert Emperor is a master of swordsmanship. He uses the sword to control the light blade runes. I need your ability to defeat him with a sword. I speculate that the probability of you fighting him in the future is 93%.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly asked: "How many years has he been practicing swordsmanship?"

Xingyue said: Three hundred and fifty years.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: "Then you let me chase you?"

Xingyue takes it for granted: you have advantages that he does not have - you have me. He has practiced for 350 years, but you may be able to compete with him for 300 years after practicing for one year.

That makes some sense, but not much.

Zhao Chuanxin inserted two copper eyes next to him, and Xingyue watched and gave guidance without blind spots.

Zhao Chuanxin wore glasses, and Xingyue simulated the desert emperor on the glasses.

This surprised Zhao Chuanxin.

This is not simply the appearance of subtitles, nor is it the picture detected by the projection of the True Vision Crystal.

Now Xingyue has generated the image of the Desert Emperor out of thin air. Zhao Chuanxin himself is proficient in painting and can see the precise light, shadow, color, and movement in this picture, and can even feel the psychological oppression brought by the powerful Desert Emperor.

This is a picture generated completely in line with real logic.

There are 86 billion neurons in the human brain. A single biological neuron has a cell body with a nucleus, which is the core of the neuron. There are dendrites around the cell body that are signal receivers, and there are axons at the other end that can transmit signals to The dendrites of the next neuron, a single neuron is not special and cannot do anything, but when the synapses of countless neurons are connected to each other, incredible learning capabilities will be produced through the huge and complex transmission of signals.

In the world of "Code of the Old Gods", there are no computers or microscopes. How did the biological remnants develop biological intelligence?

In the glasses, the Desert Emperor is holding a long sword, which is thrust directly into the center of Zhao Chuanxin's eyebrows.

This was so real that Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback, stepped back and struck his sword across the desert emperor's sword.

The Desert Emperor's straight thrusts turned into consecutive slashes, and Zhao Chuanxin blocked again and again.

It was very strange. What he was looking at was clearly the sword coming at him, but when he blocked it, he didn't use any strength in his hands.

But Xingyue simulated the desert emperor's sword being swung away in the glasses' imaging.

Zhao Chuanxin crossed the river with a shot of Bodhidharma.

laugh……

It was actually silent, but when the Desert Emperor's soft gold armor was pierced, it looked like dark red blood was flowing out. Silence was better than sound.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little confused: "That's it?"

The Desert Emperor is much more difficult to deal with than this.

Xingyue said: What I simulated for you was the scene when the Desert Emperor practiced swordplay for a year. Obviously he was no match for you at that time.

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself that he had never practiced swordsmanship in the Eight Classics. All of them were killing moves fed with the enemy's blood on the battlefield. He didn't expect that he would be much better than an ordinary person who practiced for a year.

Can't help but feel a little complacent.

At this time, in the glasses, the Desert Emperor stood up in a pool of blood.

The long sword shook, and the tip of the sword stabbed straight through, forcing Zhao Chuanxin back.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his wrist to intercept the sword, cut his wrist in reverse, and stabbed flatly with the momentum.

The desert emperor moved much faster than before, intercepting the sword and counterattacking quickly - a whirlwind wiping the neck and left and right cloud wiping.

Zhao Chuanxin retreated in embarrassment, with his left hand and right hand in a pinch.

But he was not the type to just take a beating without fighting back. After taking a step back, he took a bow and raised his sword. When the Desert Emperor drew his sword, the immortal showed him the way. He mainly used a quick change of moves.

The Desert Emperor points his sword at the top of his head.

At the same time that Zhao Chuanxin hit the opponent, the Desert Emperor also hit him.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head, and through his glasses, he could see the sword piercing his body and bleeding.

In reality, there was no sword piercing his body, but Zhao Chuanxin felt a stinging sensation inexplicably.

This is because the picture is too real.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Xingyue said: This is the strength of the Desert Emperor who has been practicing swordsmanship for two years.

I blanch...

Zhao Chuanxin's scalp was numb. Judging from this progress, he would no longer be his opponent after practicing sword practice for three years as the Desert Emperor.

This time, when Xingyue asked the Desert Emperor to stand up again, the Desert Emperor's head was holding a level, which was - Lv.2.

Zhao Chuanxin once again faced off against the Level 2 Desert Emperor.

He swiped the second level Desert Emperor over and over again, and by the fourth time he was able to swipe the Desert Emperor without any damage.

Then the Desert Emperor upgraded, and Zhao Chuanxin fought against the Level 3 Desert Emperor.

Not far away, a group of snot-nosed children, led by Yao Bing, went to the Lubin Mansion Office, followed the camel bells and camel carts for two miles, and then returned.

When they came back, a group of snot boys saw Zhao Chuanxin practicing his sword from a distance.

"Oh..."

"Wow……"

"Roar……"

The little faces that were red from the cold, the wide eyes, the little mouths that opened into "O"s, and the incredible exclamations...

Why are they so surprised?

Zhao Chuanxin can turn around like a dragon, jump more than three meters high, and turn 180 degrees in the air.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned back from the iron bridge and stabbed his throat, and in the middle he used a strange python to flip over and slash at him...

Tossing and turning, no matter whether it is a martial artist on the stage or a professional acrobatic martial artist under the overpass, they can't do so many difficult movements.

Zhao Chuanxin did not mean to play tricks, but as the desert emperor's level became higher and higher, he had to use all his strength to deal with it. At this time, there was no way to win.

It actually gave a group of snot-nosed kids some insight.

It turns out that swords can still be played like this.

"I also want to practice swordsmanship..."

Zhao Chuanxin stopped practicing and turned around to look over.

Yao Bing threw away the rope pulling the sledge and ran over shouting: "Master, I want to practice sword practice."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled.

He felt that it was useless to watch Kundera, Village Trees on Trees and the like, so it was better to watch Fighting to Break the Sky and follow these snot-nosed kids chanting thirty years to the west of the river and thirty years to the east of the river.

Secondary 2 is the biggest motivation for young people to progress, which is difficult for adults to understand.

"What? You want to practice swordsmanship? Is there such a thing? Then tell me why you want to practice swordsmanship."

Yao Bing's expression froze, he scratched the back of his head and said, "Sword practice looks good."

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "Practice sword to look good? This is simply unreasonable. To practice sword for a teacher, you want to become a peerless master. If the teacher is not the best in the world, then the teacher's appearance, body, knowledge, beautiful character, Your gentle character and even your noble soul will be destroyed. So will you!"

Yao Bing: "..."

Just being handsome is enough. Where did Master come from with all this nonsense?

Arsu, who had been beaten to tears by the spy Jiesang before, sniffed, raised his neck and asked: "Master Prefect, how can I become such a powerful swordsman as you?"

Zhao Chuanxin held up a sword flower and put away the lightsaber: "It's very simple. You just need to read it outside with a book on March 9th when the northwest wind is the strongest."

Arsu asked stupidly: "Will this make me a master?"

"No, then you will find out how cold it is. Only a fool would study outside."

"Hahaha……"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take them to practice swordsmanship. Is there any use in practicing swordsmanship?

He told these snot-nosed kids: "Go and play by yourself. There will be a surprise when you go outside the Government and Merchandise Bureau tomorrow."

Children in this era don't have many toys, so they can only rack their brains to have fun.

Magistrate Zhao has a lot of work to do, and he can make sledges, hoops, ice cubes and other gadgets casually.

What he said made a group of snot-nosed babies look forward to it.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the Misty Traveler to Bell Lake in the south, cut thick ice cubes from the lake, and transported them outside the official goods bureau.

The Guanhuo Bureau was the original Lubin Fuyamen.

Zhao Chuanxin removed the ice near the street outside the wall and carved the Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, Sha Monk, Tang Monk and the White Dragon Horse respectively.

Although the weather is cold, the official goods bureau is bustling with people.

Winter fishing and timber harvesting require invoices.

People coming and going couldn't help but stop and watch when they saw Zhao Chuanxin concentrating on carving.

How many people can be so leisurely and relaxed these days?

Just being alive is already very difficult.

That is to say, Zhao Chuanxin has money and leisure, especially recently he has a lot of time to waste.

"Oh, the carving is really good."

"With this craft, it would be a pity not to carve stone lions."

The ice sculpture only has an upper body, and the lower body is a base and a whole body. There is a hollowed-out part, leaving an opening diagonally upward, which can hold a candle.

After hastily carving, Zhao Chuanxin collected the elf carving knife, ran back to Bell Lake to get ice, and started building an ice slide along the journey to the west next to the five masters and apprentices.

After three trips back and forth, Zhao Chuanxin built the ice slide.

When he was almost finished, Yao Bing and a group of snotty kids came after hearing the news.

Old Yao Tou followed his eldest grandson this time and watched Zhao Chuanxin being surrounded by a group of children with his hands behind his back.

These children are so beautiful that they have big nose bubbles!

It happened to be getting dark, so Zhao Chuanxin took out a candle and put it behind the ice sculpture to light it.

Oops...

This thing is so new, not to mention children, even a group of public officials from the Bureau of Government and Commodities were attracted to take a look.

Seeing that the crowd was getting bigger and bigger, Zhao Chuanxin rolled up his sleeves and was crying, shivering with cold, but he still wanted to watch the excitement. He rolled his eyes and gave Ma Budai, the snot-nosed child, an idea and said: "Hurry up tomorrow. I'll give it to you." Build an iron stove, bake some sweet potatoes and potatoes, and sell them to these people who come in and out."

Ma Budai is older and already has a concept of the importance of money.

He timidly said: "Master Magistrate, I, I don't know how to do business."

"You can't learn after you finish this stupid thing. Yao Bing is in charge of people. You manage money and affairs. The four of you are the main ones, and others help. Everyone is given some wages every day, and the business is booming. You see, the official There are so many people coming in and out of the goods department every day, and the weather is very cold. Sometimes I’m not hungry, but it’s good to have something warm to eat.”

Kurd wiped his nose with his sleeve and interjected: "Master Prefect, many people come to the Government and Commodity Bureau. They have no fodder to feed the animals pulling the carts. You can make money by cutting sheep grass and selling it to them..."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, by analogy, Leymus chinensis can also be sold, but you need your elders to draw the straw."

At this time, Lao Yaotou came closer and said: "Sir, this is a good business, why do you dare to leave it to these children?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked their family to come, saying that he would arrange for them to do business, but there has been no news yet.

Although I have a house to live in and my family is well organized, I feel uneasy after all.

After listening to Zhao Chuanxin giving these snot-nosed babies advice, Old Yaotou said that although he had never done any business, he saw that there were many people coming and going every day with the Government Commodity Bureau as the center, plus the surrounding residences, roasting sweet potatoes and potatoes, and selling fodder. , this is basically equivalent to a business without capital, and has no technical content, so he is a little tempted.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: "Men, be obedient and don't compete with children for business. Don't worry, you guys, I'll find a place tomorrow and the day after tomorrow so you can set up the shop first."

Lao Yaotou mainly wanted to hear this. Zhao Chuanxin promised to help them, but they could not ask for more.

I can’t push it, it always feels inappropriate.

Now Lao Yaotou took reassurance.

During this time, Zhao Chuanxin focused on self-cultivation and farming.

He was tired after fighting and killing for a long time.

They didn't disperse until it got dark and the snotty kids were called home for dinner by their respective families.

Yao Bing heard that Zhao Chuanxin was going to build a stove for them to bake sweet potatoes and potatoes. His first thought was not to make money, but to eat sweet potatoes and potatoes...

"Master, the potatoes cooked in the pot pit are so delicious..."

"Bean buns..." Zhao Chuanxin said earnestly: "If all the baked potatoes and sweet potatoes go into your own stomach, how can you sell them for money? It's not impossible to eat them if you want. You sell the money and have a surplus. Everyday potatoes and sweet potatoes are in charge. It’s okay to be full.”

Yao Bing swallowed: "Full of control? That's great."

Old Yaotou volunteered: "I'll help keep an eye on it. Don't worry, we can't let these little brats eat them all."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a money bag with five yuan in it.

He handed the money bag to Yao Bing: "Your senior brother, you are not yet in your prime, but you are already worth tens of millions. Master will give you five yuan as capital, which you can use to buy potatoes, sweet potatoes and firewood. Even if you can't keep up with you, Senior brother, you must at least develop the ability to earn your own living."

Yao Bing didn't listen to anything else.

But ten yuan made his eyes light up.

Money = snacks.

Old Yaotou interrupted again: "How dare you do this? What will the little boy do with so much money..."

Zhao Chuanxin was impatient: "The thimble continues to make a pair, right? My disciples are here, please don't interrupt."

Old Yaotou smiled.

Not to mention Zhao Chuanxin is the prefect of Lubin Prefecture, even if he is not, Zhao Chuanxin's reputation outside the customs makes ordinary people dare not talk back.

The house of the old Yao family is located near the West Bridge, between Lubin Mansion and the Guanhuo Bureau. The location is naturally not good, but it is good for its large area. It was originally Maozi's house, but after he was evicted and confiscated, it was re-auctioned by the Government Commodity Bureau, and Zhao Chuanxin bought it anonymously.

It looks quite dilapidated from the outside. The foundation is made of stone and cement, and the superstructure is made of logs piled up one on top of the other. It looks a bit silly.

Originally, a large family of Russians should have lived here. The wooden houses were built very large, and there were wooden wooden houses attached to them, and the outside was painted with a sultry yellow paint.

There are moss stuffed between the gaps between the log carvings. The windproof effect of this thing is acceptable, and the warmth can only be said to be acceptable.

Since their family moved here, Yao Bing has gone to live with his grandparents.

Old Yaotou wanted to keep Zhao Chuanxin for dinner, but Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "Forget it, I have a big mouth and can't eat simple meals. I'd better get some steamed bear paws, fish heads with chopped peppers, roasted deer tendons with green onions, Braised Hericium Mushrooms…”

Yao Bing stared at the boss, and when he heard his master announcing the names of the dishes, he felt dissatisfied and let out a sigh of relief.

The old Yao family's Adam's apple rolled.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and walked out.

Yao Bing shouted from behind: "Master, leave some for me..."

Did Zhao Chuanxin really eat the delicacies?

not at all.

When he went to Shaoxing for breakfast, he bought some olive vegetables on the way.

I went back to the cabin, made two white flour buns, cooked a pot of porridge, and ate just the olives and vegetables.

Thinking of the south, Zhao Chuanxin wondered when his two bronze eyes would be able to go to Hawaii and Eason Manor in North Tarrytown, New York.

The Lubinfu area will be in a period of peace and stable development for some time in the future. Zhao Chuanxin is planning to take time out for a vacation and dress up to make trouble.

Under the dim light of the wind lantern, Zhao Chuanxin washed himself and poured out the dirty water.

Suddenly he heard a roar above his head, and he was startled. He looked up and cursed: "Why are you flapping around blindly?"

Snowy owl again.

The snowy owl opened its mouth and spat out something sticky and furry.

This should be the undigested part of the mouse that it vomited out.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at it.

The snowy owl was unmoved.

After Zhao Chuanxin poured the water, he turned around and went back to the house. The snow owl slipped in through the crack in the door.

It's windy outside, and on cold nights, especially when the cold wind is raging like tonight, they will find a snowdrift, a pile of rocks, or a pile of grass to take shelter from the wind.

No matter how good the shelter is in the wild, it can't be as warm as a mountainside hut.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't stop him and let him get in.

However, he got a newspaper and put it on the ground: "You can poop here at night, and vomit on it. If you dare to poop on the floor, you will lose all your hair!"

"Da da da da..."

The snowy owl's mouth opens and closes rapidly, making a sound like a typewriter.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Codex" and looked at the cover. A line appeared on it: Stop talking nonsense. You are young and have hands and feet. Will cleaning it make you tired?

"Oh, I'm going to blanch..."

Zhao Chuanxin spat and opened the "Old God Codex" to see if he could get something good like the new medicine today.

Since having vomiting and diarrhea last night, he feels very comfortable and energetic today. Not only did I sleep soundly, my taste buds exploded when I ate an olive dish.

My gums are just itchy, I don't know if it's a side effect.

【Nothing to do today. 】

[The craftsman was studying, and the brothers and sisters took turns to go to the sweat-sweat den next door to wait for the message to be delivered. Dudu circled around me. We were all very idle. 】

[In the afternoon, a man in gray robe suddenly came to the door. 】

[The man in gray robe said to me: Fearless Pioneer, I am a prophet. I will lend you a thousand gold coins of tea and silk here on credit, and I will sign a contract with you. 】

[The content of the prediction of the man in gray robe is very strange. He said that in half a month, an earth-shattering war will occur in the Cursed Desert, which will eventually rewrite the fate of the Cursed Desert. 】

[If his prophecy comes true, then he will pay one-third of the value of the goods in gold coins. If his prophecy does not come true, then he will give me ten years of life. 】

Huh?

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself, isn't this a trick of the knife loaner? It's just that people are selling things, but this guy is buying things.

[I was surprised by this and signed a contract with the prophet without hesitation. 】

[The prophet left with the goods. 】

Zhao Chuanxin didn't stop "me". He didn't pay attention to the goods with thousands of gold coins. The main reason was that he could make a huge profit and it was not worth the fuss.

After this is over, it's time to refresh your physical strength.

Zhao Chuanxin learned that the situation of "I" in the world of "Old God Code" was similar to his, and he also fell into a temporary period of calm.

In the next few days, there wasn't much new news except that Liu Guogui and his team went to the London Olympics to win medals, which gradually made these first batch of athletes famous.

Until news came on the 25th that the Qing government had established a imperial guard.

Aixinjueluo Zaifeng and others did not trust Yuan Xiangcheng at all, so it was understandable to set up the Imperial Guard.

Yuan Xiangcheng's condition at the moment is not very good, and he must be on pins and needles all day long.

Zhao Chuanxin lived a very regular life these days. He practiced balancing skills in the morning, went to the government office to handle official duties in the morning, devoted himself to writing, drawing and designing, practiced various instruments and marksmanship in the afternoon, and ran around in the afternoon. Occasionally I go to expand the ice and snow park for the snot kids.

Read the "Code of Old Gods" every night to refresh your progress.

Every now and then, if it's too cold and windy, a snowy owl will come and spend the night in the mountainside cabin.

Yao Bing waited for a group of snot-nosed kids to stand at the grilled sweet potato stand.

Xingyue controlled the black puppet craftsman and "planted" an iron oven for them with strong runes.

Firewood can be lit under the oven, with a grilling rail above and a shaking handle outside.

Shake the shake handle and the sweet potatoes and potatoes inside will roll so that they are evenly heated.

The stall is located next to the Ice and Snow Park, outside the official merchandise bureau.

The sweet taste of sweet potatoes is hot in the cold wind, and almost everyone who comes to do errands can't refuse.

Because they are not using charcoal directly, Yao Bing and the others need to control the flames of the firewood. After the most intense period, they put the sweet potatoes and potatoes in and shake them so that they can be roasted to a crispy texture on the outside but not burnt on the inside.

After two days of practice, these snot-nosed kids have mastered the essence of roasted sweet potatoes.

There is only one stall, but there are more than thirty snotty babies stationed here working there.

All of them, with their little faces flushed from the cold, gathered around the tin stove to warm themselves up.

They took turns playing on the ice slide while the rest watched the stove.

A Tsarist Russian man came to the official goods bureau with a Tsarist Russian girl.

The man came into the house to do some business, and the stupid Tsarist snot-nosed baby twitched his nose and couldn't help but get closer to the tin stove.

Yao Bing sat on the edge of the sledge and asked loudly: "Do you want to buy sweet potatoes?"

Tsarist Sniveling Baby swallowed his saliva: "I, I have pickled cucumbers and big leba, I will trade them with you..."

"Change?" Arsu frowned: "How can that be done? You have to spend money to buy it."

"I, I have no money." Tsarist Snivellist shook his head.

"If you don't have any money, get out of here..." Arsu grabbed his waist with both hands and was arrogant.

Yao Bing stood up from the sledge and looked at the Russian snot baby up and down: "Are you Chinese or Maozi?"

Kurd interjected: "Of course he is a fool."

Unexpectedly, the Russian snot baby said: "I am Chinese, I am a subject of the territory of Master Zhao, and my father is here to approve the fish tickets..."

When Yao Bing heard this, he immediately agreed: "Okay, for the sake of you being Chinese, I will let you change it once, and you won't do it again."

With that said, he gave Ma Budai a wink.

Mabudai put a rag on his hand and took out a hot sweet potato from the top drawer of the iron oven.

The thinly sliced ​​big ribs were handed over to Yao Bing with pickles in between.

Yao Bing usually doesn't talk a lot, but it's inevitable for young people to be greedy.

When he took the big Lieba, he was already drooling.

But he resisted his greed, put Da Lieba on the sledge, took out the knife that Zhao Chuanxin gave him, and cut Da Lieba into more than thirty pieces.

Each person gets a small bite.

But the snot-nosed kid who was given the portion smiled brightly and stuffed it into his mouth without feeling dirty at all. Yao Bing did the same, eating with a smile on his face.

Daliba was not a good thing, and the bread and pickles were frozen solid, but a group of people seemed to have tasted something amazing.

Tsarist Russia’s snot-nosed baby also ate baked sweet potatoes until his face was full of scum...

In the official goods bureau, Dmitry, a Russian tsarist, was explaining the details of his life experience.

Because Lubin Mansion occupies a large amount of territory that was originally divided by Tsarist Russia, many Russian citizens have recently come to approve the bills or hand over the original property.

Some Russian citizens directly became registered citizens of Lubin Prefecture and suddenly became Chinese.

Some choose to migrate north back to their own country.

Dmitri chose to stay.

He said: "Sir, I originally lived in Polonaisk on Sakhalin Island. Later, the country went to war with Japan and Japan won. The land south of Smirnykh was occupied by the Japanese. I had to move and go around in circles. Arriving at Kadaya, which is the territory that now belongs to Lord Magistrate Zhao..."

Yao Jia's eyes lit up and she suddenly interrupted him: "You mean, Sakhalin Island... no, the Sakhalin Island you mentioned is now under the separate rule of Tsarist Russia and Japan?"

"Yes sir."

Yao Jia gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes rapidly, stood up suddenly and said to her subordinates: "You continue to register him, I have something to go out..."