The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

It was when Morrison went to the bathroom that he saw the lights in the library were on.

His heart skipped a beat.

Because of the Gengzi Rebellion, Morrison was very vigilant and always kept a quick gun and a runner at home.

When he entered the library with his weapon in hand, he saw Zhao Chuanxin with his legs crossed and reading.

What Zhao Chuanxin was reading was the "Handbook of French Fashion" published in 1849.

It was very fascinating to watch. When Morrison came, Zhao Chuanxin didn't even raise his head. It can be called a contemporary example of cantilevering the head and stabbing the buttocks.

"Ahem..." Morrison put away his gun and said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Zhao, can you inform me in advance before coming next time?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyelids: "I'm very sorry for the sudden visit, but I will do the same next time."

"..."

Morrison pulled up his chair and sat down, curiously asking: "Can you read French?"

"Well, there are very few words in this world that can resist my words." Zhao Chuanxin said in a pretentious manner.

In fact, if Xingyue didn't work hard to translate for him, he would be able to understand a hammer.

But Morrison was a little convinced. It was said that Zhao Chuanxin was proficient in at least four languages ​​- Japanese, Korean, English and Chinese.

Adding more French is nothing.

Morrison coughed and looked at an account book on the table, with hints in his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to talk to him at first, but he was worried that it would hurt his enthusiasm for collecting books, so he lazily opened the account book and took a look.

Then there was a money bag in his hand, and with a slight twist from the inside, he accurately pulled out three gold coins with big eyes: "I'll reimburse you, and the rest should be treated as a tip."

Morrison: "..."

This was the first time he received a tip, and it was only a dime, which was very shabby.

If you pay 10%, wouldn’t you get three oceans?

Seeing that he hadn't left yet, Zhao Chuanxin asked doubtfully, "Why are you here if you don't go to bed? Do you want to chat with me?"

Morrison was pricking up his ears.

Because he heard the slight sound of turning books.

He was wondering in his heart, could there be someone else here?

"Ah...just go to sleep." Morrison stood up and left suspiciously.

Before leaving, he took a special look at the bookshelf area, only to vaguely see a slender shadow.

But, why is this projection dancing around like it has three heads and six arms?

Zhao Chuanxin took out the recliner, crossed his legs and opened the "Old God Codex" to refresh.

His hands unconsciously moved his movable teeth, watching the trivial daily life of the fearless pioneer.

It was just that Dudu was naughty and broke the glass. The craftsman wanted to teach Dudu a lesson but was stopped by the good old Fearless Pioneer.

The brother and sister went next door to listen to the refugees' stories about the most untold mysteries of the cursed desert.

The nobles of Rune City spread gossip in the safe haven of their pioneer partners. After slandering each other, they bought luxury goods and took them back to show off.

Zhao Chuanxin sent over several pieces of clothing, all of which were custom-made at a tailor shop in Rune City a few days ago. They are women's models.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin exerted a little force and another tooth fell out.

"Bleach..."

He moved the surrounding teeth and found that all the teeth were beginning to loosen.

Isn’t this how children lose their teeth?

Teeth loss in the elderly occurs gradually.

But it seemed like he was going to lose it all in a few days.

How to eat?

After closing the "Old God Codex", Xingyue over there still had no intention of resting.

Zhao Chuanxin asked it: "What book are you reading?"

Xingyue said: I am looking for books related to mathematics. I want to calculate as many numbers as possible after the decimal point of π. The information I have found so far is the 707 digits calculated by British mathematician William Shanks. I am looking for his formula for calculating π.

"Then you go on, I'm going to sleep."

Zhao Chuanxin went back to his house.

It's just that his gums are always itchy. When sleeping, he sometimes licks with his tongue, and sometimes rubs the outside of his upper and lower lips with his hands, but it feels like scratching an itch, so he can't help but increase the intensity.

Licking and licking, licking and licking, rubbing and rubbing, rubbing and rubbing, finally the itching stopped. In the darkness, Zhao Chuanxin showed a relieved smile on his lips...

On the other side, Morrison had a nightmare.

In his dream, he dreamed of a three-headed and six-armed monster emerging from the library in the night with teeth and claws, setting up an awning outside his window and peering into the house.

Morrison knew that he was sleeping and that there were monsters outside, but he just couldn't wake up.

He shouted in his heart: Get up quickly, there is a demon.

No matter how much I scream, I can't wake up.

This feeling is both scary and uncomfortable.

It was so uncomfortable that I died.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Even if I open my eyes, it seems that the dream has not disappeared.

After another long while, he finally woke up completely.

He stood up immediately and turned on the light switch, put on his clothes, took off his shoes and went to get the gun from the drawer, then lit the lantern and walked cautiously towards the library.

When he arrived at the library, he turned on the lights first as usual.

Holding the pistol tightly in his hand, he patrolled the rows.

He could faintly hear rustling sounds, but every time he walked over, the sounds would shift again.

It was as if something was playing hide and seek with him.

This cycle went on and on, making Mo Lixun terrified and the hair on his hair stood on end.

A gust of cold wind blew from nowhere, and he shivered: "If there is anyone, I advise you to leave quickly. This place now belongs to Zhao Chuanxin. Yes, it is the God of War Zhao Chuanxin. If you dare to touch a book Just a picture, even a promotional page, and he will cut you into pieces. Don’t say he’s unpredictable. He knows black magic, spells, magical powers, fighting, firearms..."

He muttered it slowly, like chanting a mantra.

He circled around again and finally walked backwards out of the library.

But there was no lights out.

When he left, Xingyue moved from the top of the bookshelf, flexibly swinging her arms to prevent the monkey from coming down, and went to the book it had just turned to continue reading.

After reading a few more pages, Xingyue suddenly closed the book.

It stood still for about ten minutes before it took out the No. 13 ball that Zhao Chuanxin had given it, and turned the numbers on it with six hands at the same time.

According to the numerical sequence of π, it can dial about 3 digits per second on average.

314159265……

If it were Zhao Chuanxin, he would have been impatient for a long time.

However, Xingyue took no trouble and moved tirelessly in a stable state.

One hundred numbers, one thousand numbers, ten thousand numbers... When the number reaches fifty thousand, it is probably the time when people are sleeping deeply.

When the number 59999 is dialed, it is the darkest moment before dawn.

Sixty thousand numbers.

"Crack."

The No. 13 ball in Xingyue's hand suddenly opened as if a mechanism had been triggered.

Ball No. 13 broke into 13 fragments, with subtle inscriptions inside the fragments.

In addition, in front of Xingyue, 13 small balls that were originally floating suddenly fell.

If it were a human being, there would be no time to react, but Xingyue reacted quickly and quickly caught all 13 small balls one by one with six hands.

The eyes of the black puppet craftsman observe the ball and the inscription from every angle.

Inside the 13 fragments, there are tiny tooth marks like precision machines, interlocking with each other between the inscriptions.

Xingyue combined the fragments in different orders and found that 13 small balls would produce different reactions.

They move irregularly in the hands of the black puppet craftsman.

Xingyue once again fell into endless temptation.

13 pieces can be arranged to create 1037836800 combinations.

The black puppet craftsman's hand is almost an afterimage, and he is observing the change of the ball at the rate of one combination per second.

That's it, until daylight comes.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched and woke up.

He felt something tight at the corners of his mouth. He squinted and wiped his face, feeling something dry and fluttering down.

He took a look at his fingers and found that dried blood was stuck to his face, and it fell like scales after wiping it.

Zhao Chuanxin felt something was wrong and coughed.

"Pfft..." spit out a tooth.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

He quickly stuck out his tongue, and the tip of his tongue felt burning, but that didn't matter.

The important thing is that the tongue does not lick the teeth, and can only feel the gums which are not very smooth.

Zhao Chuanxin's hair seemed to be hanging up. He stood up in a hurry and found that both sides of the pillow were covered with his teeth.

If you smoke and drink tea, your teeth will inevitably become discolored, no matter how well you take care of them.

Looking at the fallen teeth everywhere, Zhao Chuanxin felt panicked.

Ignoring the morning chill, I jumped to the ground without even putting on my shoes, and ran to the window to look at the sky in the mirror.

Open his mouth, good guy, and he becomes a toothless old man.

"Cixi, I'm going to kill the second aunt!" Zhao Chuanxin was furious and cursed vaguely.

There is a poem praising it: A man is lying in a coffin while a pot falls from the sky.

Morrison, who had been having trouble sleeping, ran over in a hurry and barged in with a gun without even bothering to knock on the door.

In his opinion, if the land gods, Chuan Xin, and Zhao could lose an inch, wouldn't the sky be about to collapse?

However, Zhao Chuanxin, who had a sullen face and was covered in tattoos, was angrily packing something on the quilt.

"What happened?" Morrison asked hurriedly.

Zhao Chuanxin was about to open his mouth but quickly closed it tightly.

The vocal organ said: "It's okay."

"Why does your face seem to be deformed?"

Why is the mouth of the toothless old man and old lady concave inwards?

Zhao Chuanxin is based on the same principle.

For a normal person, even if four canines are removed, the face shape will change, let alone a mouth full of teeth.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand fiercely: "Get out, get out, get out quickly."

"They are all men, are you still afraid of looking at them?"

"Go away, you idiot! If I don't stop, I'll kill you!"

Morrison retreated in panic.

Zhao Chuanxin collected his teeth, put them into a bottle, put on his clothes as quickly as possible and hurried to the library.

Morrison was worried and followed quietly.

I saw Zhao Chuanxin enter the library, go to the back, grab the black puppet craftsman, and shake it hard: "I have lost all my teeth, how dare you say that there is nothing wrong with my health?"

Xingyue:......

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's rage, Xingyue hurriedly said: "Don't worry, your teeth fell out probably because of the new medicine."

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin calm down.

Ask Xingyue: "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Xingyue said: I didn’t know before.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "Then how do you know now?"

Xingyue: Because I did 208 trillion operations per second last night...forget it, things are too complicated and I can't explain them at the moment. In short, I know a lot of things.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed to the doctor because of his illness: "Then what should we do now? Why is it that the Fearless Pioneer is fine after drinking it, but I can't?"

Xingyue said: You have different physiques, he is much stronger than you. The new drug will cause a new star metabolism in your body. The nutrients you get from the food on the earth cannot be replenished in time, otherwise you will grow new teeth as soon as the teeth fall out. According to the biological knowledge you told me, you can It is understood that mitochondrial energy is insufficient.

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin realize that the Fearless Pioneer's physique turned out to be so powerful.

Before he could speak, Xingyue said again: There are two things that are urgent at this time.

Zhao Chuanxin said fiercely: "Let's talk about the bad things first."

Xingyue said: First thing, the contract you signed with those refugees will expire and take effect when the "Old God Code" is refreshed today, and you will have a life span of 180 years. Normally, this would only do you good and no harm. But more vigorous vitality will accelerate the loss of nutrients in your body.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Then stop refreshing."

Xingyue said: Then we have to talk about another bad thing - to prepare nutrient potions for you, we need materials from the Brilliant Oasis, which means we must refresh the "Old God Code".

Zhao Chuanxin felt like he was struck by lightning. It turned out that there were only bad things but no good things.

Morrison, who was secretly looking in from outside, was trembling with fear.

There is no concept of robots at the moment.

But the thing in the library is clearly not flesh and blood, but it can move. It seems that it can understand Zhao Chuanxin's language and has its own thoughts.

What is that?

It doesn't look like a ghost, could it be some kind of Maoshan Taoism? Or maybe black magic?

Xingyue comforted Zhao Chuanxin: Don't be anxious, follow the steps and get things done. Let's fly back to the sky first, let Guo Tuwa make some liquid food for you, and buy the materials when it is refreshed at night. I will prepare nutritional potions for you, which will at least allow you to grow teeth again in the short term.

Zhao Chuanxin heard the overtone: "You mean, even if you drink nutritional medicine, there are other hidden dangers?"

Xingyue said: Because the physical constitution of the creatures in the two worlds is different, your phenomenon has never appeared in history. Follow-up observations must be made. But once you improve your body, you will have the same strong physique as the Fearless Pioneer, which is probably a blessing and a curse.

Zhao Chuanxin looked outside, and the peeping Morrison was caught.

He sneered and wanted to retreat, but Zhao Chuanxin just waved from a distance, and Morrison involuntarily pushed the door open and entered.

At this time, he did not dare to resist Zhao Chuanxin's will.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a silk scarf and wrapped it around his mouth and nose, using it as a mask.

He said to Morrison: "What you see, don't publicize it to the outside world."

Morrison nodded as if pounding garlic.

Indeed, during his lifetime, this matter was not made public, but...

He looked at the black puppet craftsman, and his curiosity, like a sunny vine, prompted him to speak: "Can I touch it?"

"Then you have to ask it."

Morrison: "..."

He tentatively stretched out his hand, but was slapped away by the black puppet craftsman controlled by Xingyue.

Who are you following?

Morrison retracted his hand, and the back of his hand was visibly bruised and swollen.

What a lot of strength.

He took a step back, as if that was the only way to feel safe.

Zhao Chuanxin was impatient and took the black puppet craftsman away, saying, "I'll take the first step, and you continue to collect the books."

Without waiting for Morrison to answer, Zhao Chuanxin disappeared on the spot.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't accept his toothless appearance, and even lost his patience, and even teleported away in front of Morrison's eyes without covering up.

This frightened Morrison even more than when he saw Zhao Chuanxin "shrinking into an inch" in Lanzhou Mansion.

…

Benjamin Goldberg is practicing with swordsmen.

He really has no talent, it can be said that he missed the target.

Wang changed his name and tried to persuade him: "Little sir, forget it. The so-called profession has specialization."

The most improved Aries in shooting, he was an instructor for Benjamin Goldberg, but by now he was numb.

The essentials of what he said to Benjamin Goldberg, Benjamin Goldberg understood in one point.

The problem is, as clear as it is clear, it will still miss the target if it should miss the target.

If it weren't for the absolute authority of Benjamin Goldberg flying in the sky, Aries would really want to ask: "Are those hands and arms really yours? Are they not under your control?"

Benjamin Goldberg bared his teeth and smiled: "I think you can still win over me."

"Ah..." Aries rubbed his hands: "It's quite cold, so let's forget about it today."

My good friend Guotie was standing by to help: "Yes, little sir, the shopkeeper said he comes back once a month. I counted on my fingers and found that the time is just right."

Benjamin Goldberg sighed: "It's really sad that you have such a lack of perseverance."

"..."

No matter how good your patience is, it will soon wear you out.

They were practicing shooting here. Outside, Guo Tuwa was wearing an apron and watching the fun with some people holding their arms.

Although the weather is cold, no one wants to stay in the restaurant.

At this time, a person walked out of the restaurant.

This man was tall and wearing a felt hat. He looked very familiar, but the silk mask on his face made it difficult to identify him.

"The shopkeeper?" Guo Tuwa asked tentatively.

"Well...I'm back." Zhao Chuanxin said.

Liu Ai and Liu Ye frowned: "How could the shopkeeper come out of the restaurant? His voice is a bit different..."

The face shape is not similar either.

Dunzi slapped his thigh and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Could it be that you're here to trick me into eating and drinking?"

Gulizar was still reliable and recognized Zhao Chuanxin at a glance: "Xin Zhao, you are back, great!"

As he spoke, he ran over with a cheerful figure, a smile like a flower, a small face that was flushed with cold, a round nose, high nose bones, and narrow nose wings, with an exotic beauty, and a very comprehensive beauty.

She could confirm that this person was Xin Zhao with just one glance.