The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Whenever Zhao Chuanxin wavered, Huang Shifu would definitely continue to persuade him, or threaten him. Even if the threat may not be effective against Zhao Chuanxin, this was the behavior a loyal minister should have.

However, Zhao Chuanxin was categorical and there was no doubt about it.

Huang Shifu had nothing to say.

He was hesitant, and with his stubborn personality, he was unwilling to participate, but reason told him that if Zhao Chuanxin was playing this way, someone from the court must be involved, even if he was an insider, not to mention that Zhao Chuanxin had just promised to give him Delegated.

Zhao Chuanxin was very happy to see Huang Shifu, who had been doing little tricks behind his back and saying bad things about him everywhere, in a dilemma. He delegated power to Huang Shifu and at the same time, Zhao Chuanxin also dug a hole for him. Of course, Huang Shifu didn't know it at all.

After giving Cui Fenghua a wink, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and took him out.

Huang Shifu fell into a daze, his head buzzing.

After Zhao Chuanxin and the two left for a long time, he came back to his senses.

He stamped his feet: "Come here, prepare a telegram..."

…

Japan, Tokyo.

Sun Yanguang was riding the train, and the earth outside the window was crystal white.

He felt that the smell in the carriage was not very good, so he opened the train window a small crack, and a bit of cold air suddenly poured in.

A little girl opposite couldn't help but shiver, but Sun Yanguangquan pretended not to notice.

The little girl shrank back, as if she wanted to stay away from the cold, but it was obviously impossible.

She took out a rectangular box from her bag with a foreign child printed on it. The box said: Fry's milk chocolate.

This is British Fry's milk chocolate, which is quite famous, but not everyone can afford it.

The little girl opened the box, took out a piece of chocolate, stuffed it into Cherry's little mouth and chewed it with her mouth closed, her face full of enjoyment.

Sun Yanguang looked at it and suddenly pulled down the car window with too much force and made a "bang" sound, which attracted the little girl's attention.

Sun Yanguang said with a smile: "Oh, it's really cold. Don't freeze you."

Little girl: "..."

Her face was flushed with embarrassment, for no other reason than that Sun Yanguang was so handsome.

The world is so unfair. If Zhao Chuanxin just opened the car window, it would definitely annoy people, but it doesn't matter if he is a handsome man - forgive him.

Sun Yanguang was greedy. He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be saying to the little girl: "Oh, this chocolate looks delicious at first sight."

"The color is pretty good, and it doesn't look bitter at first glance."

"I know the English, Fulisi Mukechao Kreit, this brand is quite famous."

"I've eaten our captain... Well, I've eaten a kind of chocolate. It was invented by a wise and intelligent man. He carved a piece of chocolate, hollowed out the inside, filled it with toffee hearts, and then heated the upper part. Fused with the lower part to make a sandwich chocolate, oh, the taste is so wonderful, I grabbed a piece of Snot Baby..."

The little girl blinked.

She understood that this man wanted to eat her chocolate.

She raised the box generously and said, "Here you eat."

Of course, if it were anyone else, she wouldn't contribute even a third of the money even if it was a mouthful. After all, it was quite expensive.

But Sun Yanguang is different. This man is really good-looking, hehe.

Sun Yanguang bared his teeth, stretched out his hand, grabbed four or five pieces and came back.

Little girl: "..."

The little girl pursed her lips in embarrassment.

But I was speechless.

Sun Yanguang laughed, kept a piece, and sent the rest back: "Just teasing you."

The little girl didn't have much money. She was on the verge of tears just now, but now she was giggling again.

She asked: "Sir, where are you going?"

Sun Yanguang stuffed the chocolate into his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a hamster.

He hesitated and said: "Going to Meguro Town, how about you?"

The little girl said in surprise: "Me too."

"Oh, that's a coincidence."

While talking, the train stopped at the signal station.

Outside the signal station, there were a few scattered wooden houses. The stationmaster, who was wearing a leather ear protection hat and his staff, tremblingly said to the conductor: "There is nothing ahead, the traffic can be opened. This little snow is nothing, just keep walking." Bar."

Because of the heavy snowfall, trains are sometimes unable to pass and must be cleared of snow before they can go.

So, the train started rumble again.

Sun Yanguang and the little girl became familiar with each other, and they exchanged words with each other.

But the journey was not far after all, and we soon arrived at Meguro Town.

The two got off the car. At the train station, Sun Yanguang, who was carrying a huge gray package, waved his hand: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, sir."

The little girl was a little reluctant to leave.

He wanted to ask Sun Yanguang's address, but he also felt that Meng Lang, after all, girls should be reserved.

But we met by chance, how would we meet him again in the future?

In this day and age, there are too few handsome and funny men.

The Japanese all pretend to be serious and bow with a straight face at every turn. Little girls rarely see men like Sun Yanguang.

Sun Yanguang didn't care so much, and his back carrying the baggage was quickly swallowed up by the snow.

On Oda's Flower Viewing River, there is a house-shaped boat on the river, and there are rows of cherry blossom trees on the bank. However, they are bare at this time and have a long way to go before they bloom.

Not far away, there is a villa.

In front of the villa, there were two warriors wearing cotton robes and small sleeves, with pistols under their coats, and long knives and ribs hanging on their waists, standing guard in the biting cold wind.

They wore at least four layers of clothes to keep out the cold, but their shoulders were still hunched over from the cold, and they could not help but tremble from time to time.

The night is getting dark.

In the cherry blossom forest outside the villa, Sun Yanguang opened his backpack, put on his white cloak-style combat uniform, took out a leather bag, and put it on his boots, with the dense fur turned out.

In this way, when he walks in the snow in the cherry blossom forest, he can be silent and the white camouflage can conceal his whereabouts.

He moved slowly and gradually approached the door of the villa.

At this time, the door of the villa opened, and two more people walked out, replacing the two shivering warriors outside.

The two men couldn't wait to return to the villa.

It's shift change.

Sun Yanguang took advantage of the shift change while they were talking and ran forward quickly until he was only seven or eight meters away from the villa.

He took out two more twin crossbows from the package.

This is a crossbow whose arms are made of birch wood. The bow body is pasted with horn pieces and layers of beef tendon. There are concave arrow paths on the crossbow surface. The crossbow machine is made of iron and is two feet, four inches and seven minutes long.

This is a six-power crossbow. In the Qing Dynasty, one force was nine pounds and fourteen taels. Although it does not have any gorgeous decoration, it is so well made that it cannot be compared with the playthings of the noble children.

Sun Yanguang put on leather gloves, strenuously strung up the string, and set up the arrow.

He first picked up a double crossbow and pointed it at one of the people at the door of the villa.

This kind of double-machine crossbow is the military crossbow of the Lugang Town Insurance Team. Sun Yanguang has already practiced it for a long time, and the distance is close enough, so he shot it with a brief aim.

Whoosh...

One shot and one shot without making a sound.

Sun Yanguang immediately picked up another crossbow without even checking whether he hit the target.

Whoosh...

He threw away the two crossbows and took out two Horse brand muskets and a Lugang Town Insurance Team standard saber from the package.

He got up and ran quickly towards the villa.

When they got closer, they saw two people hit by an arrow in the head and falling in a pool of blood.

Is Sun Yanguang so confident?

Actually, no, if you miss, then force your way through.

Fortunately, the daily training was not in vain.

He drew out the saber made of fine steel from Lugang Town and stabbed the two people on the ground through their hearts.

Without even looking to see if he was dead, he got up and opened the door.

He slowly turned the door handle, but the door was unlocked.

The door shaft seems to be constantly oiled and the door opens without making any sound.

Sun Yanguang felt happy.

The fur under his feet not only makes no sound on the snow, but also does not stick to the snow easily.

As soon as I walked in, I stared at a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a kimono with a high bun.

Sun Yanguang was stunned, thinking that the secret was revealed as soon as the clinker entered the door.

He was wearing a gray-white mask and hat, which were used to disguise himself outside. The woman could not see his face clearly, but she could notice his pure and clear eyes that were rare among adults.

As a popular figure in the insurance team, Sun Yanguang is not only good-looking. Like Wang Long, Sun Yanguang is also a triathlete.

There are many training programs for the Lugang Town Insurance Team, and it is not just shooting that determines victory or defeat on the battlefield.

Triathlon means winning in at least three events.

Because the Lugang Town Insurance Team has quarterly competitions and annual competitions every year.

The annual competition is particularly important, because winning the championship will not only make you famous, but you will also get a lot of bonuses and promotions.

Sun Yanguang competed last year and won the championship in rapid fire, short-range shooting and long-distance running.

Wang Long is the 150-meter shooting, free fighting and sprint champion.

Both are triathletes.

Sun Yanguang was stunned for a moment before he took out his knife and stabbed the woman to death.

Although the clinker woman was frightened, she said in a low voice: "I won't scream, please let me go."

What he said was actually Chinese, although he had a strong accent.

Sun Yanguang was stunned.

He sneered. It seemed that this woman knew that her husband had offended Zhao Chuanxin, and sooner or later her enemies would come to her door. She might have deliberately practiced Chinese to guard against this day.

Sun Yanguang raised his fingers and asked the woman to come over.

Women are very obedient and cooperative.

Sun Yanguang took out a cloth and gagged the woman's mouth, untied her belt, cut her hands and feet behind her back, tied her up and threw her at the door.

The woman did not resist the whole time.

Sun Yanguang raised his index finger: "Shh, don't talk. Believe in my strength. Even if you shout, it will only cause me more trouble."

The woman nodded sharply.

Sun Yanguang ignored her and walked inside quietly.

At this time, the door of a room on the first floor opened with a creak.

A samurai walked out of it, taking off his belt as he walked, as if he wanted to go to the bathroom.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a guy covered in snow-white rushing towards him.

The samurai was shocked. He had been trained to react in a panic, not to scream, but to resist.

Sun Yanguang had already drawn his knife and stepped forward.

The samurai had no weapon in his hand, so he picked up the tiger-shaped bronze on the ancient shelf next to the door and wanted to fight back.

But Sun Yanguang was too fast. The moment the warrior picked up the bronze, his throat was sealed with a knife.

Sun Yanguang slashed his sword with one knife, then quickly pierced the warrior's chest with the second knife. He pulled it out as fast as lightning, and stabbed his abdomen with another knife.

The last knife was thrust from bottom to top, piercing the warrior's jaw.

laugh……

clang……

The bronze fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

Sun Yanguang's heart trembled, but he didn't panic and quickly hid by the door.

Sure enough, the door opened again and another warrior walked out.

Sun Yanguang stabbed him with a knife.

But another warrior was very vigilant and held a rib to block Sun Yanguang's saber.

The samurai held his ribs behind his back, took a step back, and then rushed forward with a yell.

The left hand is placed across the right arm to defend important parts from being attacked by the opponent. This is called a closed charge.

Lift up, stroke down.

Sun Yanguang didn't move his steps and leaned back to easily avoid the up and down swinging ribs. He was a mentally strong horse.

The control of the sense of distance is so wonderful.

Now it was the samurai's turn to have a sudden thought.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

Sun Yanguang took action. Because the samurai blade was facing downwards, Sun Yanguang stretched out his left hand and reached his wrist to block the attack.

Hit the road and fight back!

The samurai retreated in shock.

Sun Yanguang's eyes were cold, his moves were sophisticated, and he followed up with a stabbing attack from the bottom lane.

The samurai retreated in panic.

Then push the arm with the right hand, use the wrist with the left hand to assist, and push forward by holding the ribs.

Because Sun Yanguang is very strong.

Members of the insurance team are constantly eating fish, meat, eggs, milk, and more carbohydrates. When Sun Yanguang was training in the insurance team, he could eat thirty hotpots every morning. No one knows how his thin-looking body can hold thirty. Pan-roasted.

These eventually turned into strength.

The samurai pressed the sword with both hands, but Sun Yanguang used only his right arm to grab the opponent's ribs.

The samurai had a hidden killing move. With just a slight pull, Sun Yanguang's right hand could be crippled by Richa.

Sun Yanguang was experienced and immediately used his left hand to finish the attack, breaking the samurai's blocking moves.

The samurai raised his right hand, and Sun Yanguang leaned back to avoid it. The samurai's retraction was very small, and he had just enough energy to accumulate strength and follow the trend before swiping right.

If the opponent was a rookie, he would definitely not have expected that he would attack to the right twice in a row.

However, Sun Yanguang's eyes were full of teasing. He also held the saber behind his back and raised his elbow at a 90-degree angle. He used his height and arm length to easily predict and block.

Why did Sun Yanguang also hold his hand backwards?

Because immediately he leaned forward and struck back with a downward stroke.

The warrior did not expect that Sun Yanguang could change his moves so sharply and quickly. He was hit immediately, with a gash in his abdomen and blood pouring out.

The warrior endured the pain and began to fight with all his strength. He did not defend but only attacked, trying to stab Sun Yanguang in the abdomen.

Sun Yanguang defended cross-wise and slashed on the right side of the bottom lane.

laugh……

The samurai was hit in the thigh.

He had lost his position and even forgot the moves he had made in training. He just used his ribs to instinctively grab the midline thrust.

Perhaps because of his talent, Sun Yanguang's eyes were as bright as a flashlight, and his reactions were exaggeratedly fast.

Lunge directly by pressing the arm.

He was taller than the samurai and much stronger than the samurai. He held down the opponent's arm, once, twice, three times and four times.

Hee hee hee hee hee...

The warrior puffed out his cheeks and hissed in pain, like a snake spitting a message.

Sun Yanguang was condescending, his eyes filled with contempt.

He said: "That's it?"

Then the knife went down and stabbed into his heart.

The warrior fell to the ground.

Sun Yanguang took a breath and ran upstairs with the knife in hand.

Just past the corner of the stairs.

boom!

The wooden stair handrail was hit by bullets and splattered with sawdust.

Sun Yanguang was startled and shrank back.

In the flash of lightning, he saw Eiji Asabuki holding a revolver in both hands and shooting at him.

boom.

boom.

Based on the rate of fire and gunfire, Sun Yanguang immediately determined that the opponent was using a Meiji Type 26 revolver.

The Japanese call it a double-action gun.

Sun Yanguang was a brave man. He hid in the corner and suddenly leaned forward the moment he heard the fourth gunshot.

The sound of horse tiles was heard.

The double-action wheel fires slowly, so Sun Yanguang only grasps the gap between the two shots.

Bang bang bang bang...

Eiji Asabuki was shot in the shoulder, abdomen, thigh, and calf.

Asabuki Eiji, who was holding the twenty-six-style wheel, screamed and knelt down on one knee.

Sun Yanguang went upstairs with a gun in his hand, the muzzle never leaving Chaobuki Eiji.

He pulled back his mask, revealing his true face.

Eiji Asabuki looked at the handsome young man in front of him with a horrified face: "Who are you? Why?"

It didn't hurt any vital parts, and Eiji Asabuki spoke with great confidence.

Sun Yanguang grinned, showing his neat and white teeth.

"Blow up the railway, do you think you can escape?" Sun Yanguang said cheerfully.

Asabuki Eiji's pupils were shaking.

"you……"

Sun Yanguang drew a pistol with his right hand and a knife with his left hand, and slashed Eiji Asabuki on the face.

"ah……"

Sun Yanguang's smile never faded: "Blow up the railway? Look what you can do. Do you think that blowing up the railway can hurt Captain Zhao? Haha, how can Captain Zhao be hurt by a kid like you?"

Zhao Chuanxin's status in Lugang Town is very special.

The older generation respects him but is not afraid of him, while the younger generation admires him everywhere.

In Sun Yanguang's heart, Zhao Chuanxin was a god-like existence.

When he first heard that Eiji Asabuki was bombing the railway and wanted to harm Zhao Chuanxin, Sun Yanguang became furious and issued a military order: "If you don't kill Eiji Asabuki, I will come to see him!"

Eiji Asabuki shouted: "I can make up for it."

Sun Yanguang walked around behind Eiji Asabuki: "Make up for your paralysis!"

boom!

One shot to the head.

Then Sun Yanguang dipped in the blood of Eiji Asabuki and wrote on the wall: Anyone who offends Zhao Chuanxin will be punished no matter how far away he is!

After writing, go downstairs.

The beautiful middle-aged woman did not move, leaning against the wall obediently, looking at Sun Yanguang with prayer in her eyes.

Sun Yanguang let out a muffled laugh behind the mask: "Hahaha... I just want to save your life and use your mouth to tell the whole of Japan that we are more professional than you in assassination!"

After saying that, he opened the door and walked away.

…

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin did not order the assassination of Eiji Asabuki at all.

If he knew where Eiji Asabuki was, the grass on Eiji Asabuki's grave would be three feet high at this time.

It was Zhao Zhongyi who issued the pursuit order.

On the third day, there was an interview at Lubin Mansion.

Yao Jia is maintaining order.

A young man said arrogantly: "I am from Lugang Town. I majored in law. I have a diploma from Lugang Town Law School."

Yao Jiazhao slapped him on the back of the head: "There are so many people in Lugang Town, why are you yelling?"

The young man breathed angrily, touched the back of his head which was very painful, pointed at Yao Jia and said angrily: "You, you dare to insult Lugang Town?"

Yao Jia glared at him: "Zhao Zhongyi is my brother-in-law. I will still beat him when he comes. How many times do you think it is? Give me a break."

The young man was shocked: "You, you..."

I never expected that there would be such a connection.

"What are you doing? Just go to the back and line up." Yao Jia reprimanded, "You're fucking embarrassing Lugang Town. How come the law school has such a thing like you?"

The young man shrank his neck.

He was not afraid of anything else, but he was afraid that someone would file a complaint against Zhao Zhongyi and Lugang Town Law School, and that would be fun if the law school deprived him of his diploma.

After being taught a lesson by Yao Jia, the young man no longer dared to speak nonsense.

Yao Jia took the paper trumpet and shouted: "Stop yelling, line up and go in one by one. I am Yao Jia, the general manager of the Lubin Prefecture Bureau of Government and Goods. The prefect will be here in a moment. Everyone in the Lubin Prefecture knows that I am. Who is it? Yes, it’s the God of War Zhao Chuanxin.”

As soon as the three words "Zhao Chuanxin" came out, the crowd immediately fell silent.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin arrived with a chicken coop on his head.

He wore a pair of fingerless cotton handbags, which were still connected to the string and hung behind his neck. He strode into the Lubinfu government office with a cigar in his mouth.

"What are you yelling about?" Zhao Chuanxin cursed.

Everyone looked around and saw that the person was tall, with messy hair, and was wearing a strange gray suit-like clothes with a stand-up collar. The man had his eyes narrowed and a cigar in his mouth. He looked carefree and oppressive.

Yao Jia raised the horn: "Okay, the prefect is here."

Everyone was shocked, this turned out to be the legendary Zhao Chuanxin?

The contrast is too great.