mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1122: Little Carbon-Base, So Arrogant

Chapter 1122: Little Carbon-Base, So Arrogant

After Zhao Chuanxin took care of Gulizar for a few days, Zhao Song really had enough of the dumplings.

"Dad, we've been eating Xiao Long Bao for three days."

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the bun into his mouth: "Oh, then what do you want to eat? Jiaxing thin buns, Shaoxing noodle buns, Haining oil dumplings?"

Zhao Songzhen was puzzled: "Dad, Mom said that you have to go far away to buy breakfast every morning. Why do you go so far? Isn't there any breakfast nearby?"

Not only does Zhao Chuanxin run far, he also gets up early.

No one knows what he is doing out there so early in the morning.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up his daughter and said, "Okay, let's buy it nearby tomorrow."

Although he bought it nearby, he still went out early in the morning before dawn to walk around the Qiantang River and then returned to Hong Kong Island to buy breakfast.

Zhao Chuanxin left Hong Kong only after Gulizar recovered from her illness.

He was originally going to Australia, because after Zhang Daquan arrived there, he quickly formed an armed team and committed all kinds of plunder, causing the local white people to complain bitterly.

But now Zhao Chuanxin changed his mind.

He first went to the capital, to the Morrison Library.

Zhao Chuanxin bought all the surrounding courtyard houses and connected them into a main body.

At this time, the Morrison Library became the center of Internet companies, with a large number of employees and armed guards, and the security was tight.

Morrison works part-time as the executive director of an Internet company, coordinating and resolving difficult problems.

Because he knew how to manage the library and had a detailed index, if a customer somewhere needed to order information, he only had to flip through the index book, which was as thick as a dictionary, and he would immediately tell his employees where to find the book.

Zhao Chuanxin came, and Morison was surprised: "General Zhao is here."

Zhao Chuanxin got straight to the point: "Search for keywords for me - UFOs, spaceships, etc..."

Morrison was scratching his head as he listened. "What the hell is going on here? This isn't how our Internet company operates."

"Is there a local gazetteer of Hangzhou? Let's search it and see if anyone has seen anything strange."

“That’s not how it works…”

"Forget it, I'll find it myself."

Zhao Chuanxin went into the library and asked Xingyue to scan the book catalog.

The Morrison Library is now truly the best in China and the West.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin didn't know what he was looking for.

After flipping through it for a while, he asked Xingyue to write down anything useful.

Xingyue said: "I know what you are looking for. You can't be obsessed with this kind of thing. You can live for a long time, and there is a high probability that you will bump into it in the future."

But Zhao Chuanxin did not give up.

He sent a telegram to Li Guangzong, asking him to tell Zhang Daquan: If you are killed by a group of white people in Australia, I will help you avenge.

Then, at the instigation of Xingyue, he returned to the sky and flew.

Australia, Perth, Zhang Daquan is so majestic.

Zhao Chuanxin's control over them is basically like letting the sheep do whatever they want, as long as they stand up.

There were no rules or regulations, so Zhang Daquan acted recklessly, causing the local white people to complain bitterly. They could appeal to the sky or the earth for help, but no one answered.

The original local garrison and port navy were self-expelled after being warned by Zhao Chuanxin and retreated to Canberra in a desperate manner.

Zhang Daquan was shocked after receiving Li Guangzong's telegram.

To be honest, he dared to rush forward recklessly because he relied on two things.

Firstly, he had fought for many years, and even in the later period, he often led his troops into battle. He had strong abilities and was well-versed in both combat experience and training methods.

Secondly, that is Zhao Chuanxin.

After Zhao Chuanxin said this, Zhang Daquan immediately restrained himself.

Damn, what if something goes wrong?
There's no point in taking revenge, the person is already dead.

After Zhang Daquan calmed down, he was not idle. He immediately sent a telegram back to China, asked people to help him put advertisements in newspapers, actively recruited people, and made a vow with the money he had plundered during this period - anyone who was willing to come would be given 10 yuan first.

Even at the cost of his own money.

Zhang Daquan patted his chest and said, "We need as many people as you want."

According to Zhao Chuanxin's regional division, Western Australia is roughly divided into four parts, with the central areas being: Darwin, Port Hedland, Perth and Madura.

The four places form an ecological protection alliance.

Four protected areas.

Darwin is run by Dadong and Perth is run by Zhang Daquan.

Aren’t there two vacant spaces?

Zhang Daquan couldn't help but come up with an idea.

If he had a strong army and took over the other two places, according to Zhao Chuanxin's nonchalant attitude at the moment, Zhang Daquan even wanted to establish a country here.

But things are not that simple.

When he posted the advertisement, others would inevitably have mixed feelings when they saw it, especially the leaders of various forces in the south under Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhang Daquan spent a lot of money to recruit people as soon as he arrived. Did he make a fortune?
All application telegrams were sent to Li Guangzong.

Li Guangzong did not alarm Zhao Chuanxin.

To this end, he formed an Australian Ecological Reserve Transfer Investigation Team.

In the past, people had to be coaxed to go, but now not everyone can go.

Australia was like a snack after the meal. Li Guangzong thought that Zhao Chuanxin did not take it seriously enough and decided to do something about it.

Zhang Daquan is the best example. In the report he sent, in order to recruit soldiers, Zhang Daquan actually recruited Australian Aborigines.

Australian Aborigines are very dark, like black people.

But the facial shapes and hair of these indigenous people are not like those of black people.

Until now, no one has been able to figure out what race they are, but they must be mixed-race.

The local indigenous people make their living by hunting and gathering and are a nomadic population.

They wandered around, singing and dancing, and were not suitable for joining the army and fighting.

Zhang Daquan is a typical Chinese, who is extremely utilitarian. In order to recruit people, he even asked his compatriots to participate in local indigenous dances, and even brought local statues home to burn incense and worship as a sign of friendship.

But Zhang Daquan asked them to help him fight...

……

Who doesn’t have a hobby in this world?
Zhao Chuanxin was looking for evidence to prove something.

Xingyue encouraged him: "Nikola Tesla, didn't he always say that his brain could receive signals? Go back and ask him."

Zhao Chuanxin cursed: "You are starting to speak with a purpose now, right? Stop beating around the bush next time."

Last time, Xingyue asked him to hand over a divine consciousness tablet and two test tubes to Benjamin Goldberg for research.

This time, Xingyue instigated him to return to the sky and fly, which must be related to this, and not just for Zhao Chuanxin's interest and hobby.

Zhao Chuanxin has always been interested in the supernatural, but unless he sees it with his own eyes, he denies all ghosts and monsters.

Over the years, he has traveled far and wide and has seen a lot. Apart from the strange things he witnessed a few days ago, the rest were just rumors spread by ignorant men and women.

Lao Zhao is an expert at physical exorcism.

But Zhao Chuanxin still flew back to the sky.

He went to Nikola Tesla and explained the reason.

Nikola Tesla said happily: "Zhao, do you finally believe me? But unfortunately, this is different from what you think. It is a frequency. You know what frequency is, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs and lit a cigarette: "Nikola, just tell me the truth. Apart from the inexplicable things in your mind, have you ever seen anything strange with your own eyes?"

Nikola Tesla was very honest: "That's not the case. But you have to believe that the signals I received in my head are absolutely extraordinary."

Zhao Chuanxin was disappointed and took out his cell phone to call Benjamin: "Come back, I'm in the restaurant."

After hanging up the phone.

Pot stickers join in the fun.

He thought the two were talking about monsters, and said mysteriously: "Boss, I have a strange story. It is said that in the ninth year of Guangxu, there was a river, and a man was practicing martial arts by the river. Suddenly, a monster jumped out of the river. This monster was very scary. The upper body was a fish, and the lower body was a human. The body was like a thick pillar, and the hands and feet had webbed feet. It attacked the man..."

Nikola Tesla was stunned when he heard this: "Is this true?"

"Isn't it true?" Guotie'er's greatest hobby in life is bragging.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah... tui! Aren't you talking about the fish-man story in Dianshizhai Pictorial? Do you think I don't know?"

He has read a lot of books and newspapers over the years.

There was no way, there was too little entertainment, and Zhao Chuanxin even developed the habit of reading.

At that time, the print in books and newspapers was very large. Even if he read all the newspapers and picture albums, it would not be as great as the information explosion in the future.

Guotie'er was dumbfounded. He chuckled and said, "The shopkeeper has exposed it. But I'd rather believe it than not..."

Zhao Chuanxin’s idea is exactly the opposite - people should behave in the opposite way and look at everything with suspicion and criticism, and then verify the truth, instead of blindly believing in the absence of evidence and taking unfounded things as one’s own cognition.

Suffering arises from misperceptions.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands in disdain: "Get lost!"

Guotie was not happy and said angrily, "If you don't believe me, forget it. If you don't believe me, you will suffer sooner or later."

Benjamin Goldberg is here.

"Master, what's the matter? I'm doing an experiment."

Zhao Chuanxin listened to Xingyue's muttering and repeated, "How is your experiment going? Can it be integrated?"

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head. "I have tried many methods, but none of them worked. Now I am trying a new method to inject two types of tissue cells into the butterfly pupa. The way the butterfly emerges from the cocoon is so mysterious. Maybe it can fuse the two."

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, he remained silent.

Benjamin Goldberg added: "By the way, Master, I found that the tissue cells you gave me are extremely active and can survive without sterility and specific temperature and pH. I need you to help me make a better microscope and a knife that can be precise enough to cut cells into pieces..."

Xingyue told Zhao Chuanxin: "Okay, promise him."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly walked out of the restaurant, and when he got outside he asked Xingyue, "Tell the truth, what do you want to do?"

Xingyue quickly said in a flattering manner: "Don't be angry, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just told you that you are not interested. I want to try to combine my main body with your secondary limb. In this way, we can become one in a sense."

Zhao Chuanxin was alert: "So what if we merged into one? Are you trying to take over my house?"

Xingyue said disdainfully: "Possessing a body? Have you read too many Taoist books recently?"

"Speak." "If your body perishes, I will die too. Maybe I guessed wrong, but I can tell from various signs that you don't want to live long now. So I have to protect you better. Merging with the remains of the dead spirit will enhance my abilities in all aspects."

Zhao Chuanxin was silent for half a minute.

He was a little confused.

Originally he wanted to live a century, and then another century.

But since he had several children, he felt that immortality was actually a curse and torture for humans.

Therefore, he could quit smoking but didn't, he drank even though he felt nothing, and he would never give the Fearless Vanguard an order that would extend his lifespan.

Zhao Chuanxin is willing to put an end to his life one day, but Xingyue seems unwilling to embrace the end.

Ever since this guy developed self-awareness, Zhao Chuanxin has had an extra layer of moral and ethical shackles on his mind.

It is not fair to Xingyue to die when she does not want to die.

"alright."

However, Zhao Chuanxin had made up his mind.

He ground a new microscope for Benjamin Goldberg and made an extra-fine knife and scissors.

Soon after, Zhao Chuanxin prepared to go to Tibet.

Not for the public, only for personal gain.

He wanted to see whether any strange things were happening in the mysterious Tibetan land during this era.

Before leaving, Benjamin Goldberg blushed and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, when you get to the west, help me find out about a woman named Losang Zhuoma and see how she is doing. She is quite famous in the local area."

Back then, Benjamin ran away from home with nothing but food, calling it experience.

Zhao Chuanxin had no idea what he had been through, but later he learned something from Ganfan.

He smiled and said, "If people indulge themselves too much before they reach adulthood, it will affect their development."

Benjamin Goldberg immediately said: "Master, you misunderstood, he is just an ordinary friend."

"I just said that you shouldn't stay up too late and shouldn't overeat. I don't mean anything else. What does this have to do with ordinary friends?"

"Gah?"

The weather was still cold at this time, and it would be a long journey, so Zhao Chuanxin had to prepare his luggage, mainly bringing a variety of small gifts.

During the Three Generations of Youlong period, Zhao Chuanxin was in a hurry to travel, and in order to ensure speed and efficiency, he mostly walked on flat areas.

The fourth generation of Youlong had no such concerns. It first filled up the fuel tank, then flew over the mountains and headed straight for Haixi.

Although the living conditions of the herdsmen here are poor, they can still have enough food and clothing.

Zhao Chuanxin took out red bean cakes, yellow pine cakes and London cakes and distributed them to local children.

Their faces and bodies were dirty, their hair was tangled, and they stretched out their black little hands to take it, not knowing how to refuse.

His family members rushed forward and said, "Tashi Delek!"

Zhao Chuanxin also said in return: "Zaxi Delek."

Then we got right to the point and asked questions in Tibetan according to the script prepared in advance.

Got nothing.

He headed east, asking questions along the way.

Haixi, Haibei, Hai-Nan.

The "sea" here refers to Haizi.

Actually it is Qinghai Lake.

The crowd here was dense, so Zhao Chuanxin took some time to send out a large amount of pastries.

He prepared a steel frame in advance and slept outside at night. He asked the digging puppets to dig a hole, folded the steel frame, opened it, and nailed it in the hole to set up a tent and sleep.

In fact, he could also choose to live in a herdsman's tent, but he couldn't stand the messy smell.

Xingyue controlled the black puppet craftsman to record the various answers obtained by Bai Ri on paper.

Zhao Chuanxin worked by lamplight and put the sorted information into a folder.

The next day, he continued his journey south and arrived at the jurisdiction of the Gansu-Ninghai Garrison.

After asking for no results, he slept there for the night.

The cold wind was howling outside, and the fire was burning brightly inside the tent.

Inside, there are solid wood folding single beds, tables and chairs, and the chairs have wolfskin cushions.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up noodles with chopsticks while looking at the sorted information.

Xingyue asked: "Why are you so obsessed with these?"

Zhao Chuanxin ate noodles and garlic and said, "How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?"

If this statement were made in the future, it would probably be ridiculed by everyone.

But at this time Zhao Chuanxin felt that it was still unknown who would win.

Xingyue said in a strange tone: "Have you ever thought that they don't want to kill you, but want to protect you? Just like I want to protect you."

Zhao Chuanxin drank a mouthful of noodle soup and said calmly: "Whether he is an enemy or a friend, we will know it after we meet and ask him. Humans are like this, blessings and disasters come from no door but people themselves!"

Xingyue was speechless and could only say: "A little carbon-based person, how arrogant you are."

"Ha ha……"

After eating the noodles, Zhao Chuanxin began to clean the photos he had taken during the day.

The place where Zhao Chuanxin is located is now under the jurisdiction of the Qinghai Mongolian Envoy, and the commander-in-chief is Ma Qi.

When Zhao Chuanxin first built Tianshangfei, the swordsman Jin Xiang who went there to seek refuge fled because he offended Ma Qi.

That was during the Qing Dynasty.

Now Ma Qi has become a warlord and is trying hard to expand his influence, extending from Yushu and Dulan to Guoluo.

Ma Qi imposed heavy taxes everywhere, which led to Zhao Chuanxin going to these places to inquire about the news. He had to bring gifts before speaking, otherwise no one would treat him well, just because he was a Han Chinese.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin arrived at Sichuan.

At this point, his usual tricks didn't work.

Because the troops stationed here were not Han troops, but Tibetan troops.

Zhao Chuanxin had just taken out the pastries when a Tibetan with a gun on his back came over aggressively, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and started talking a lot.

Originally, there were Han troops stationed here, but in 11, there was unrest in the country and the Han troops left and returned home.

The Thirteenth Brother Lai took the opportunity to have the Han officials expelled and occupied many places.

The few Han troops that remained behind barely managed to hold the Wahe Mountains and the area east of the Lancang River.

Even so, the Tibetan army was still aggressive and the British devils were doing bad things behind the scenes.

Zhao Chuanxin held up the cake, looked at the person who came, and replied in awkward Tibetan: "Don't say I didn't warn you. If you take another step forward, don't blame me for being rude."

No one listened to him.

These people became even angrier and cursed at Zhao Chuanxin, with some even preparing to raise their guns.

The local herdsmen were not very friendly to Zhao Chuanxin either. They looked ferocious and seemed ready to join forces with the Tibetan soldiers to encircle Zhao Chuanxin.

In fact, the Tibetan authorities are not good people either. They control serfs and the people live in hell.

When the Han army arrived, the locals should have prepared food and drink to welcome the royal army.

It is strange that warlords everywhere also imposed heavy taxes and levied heavy penalties, leaving no way for people to survive.

What kind of person is Lao Zhao?

Giving you a warning is already giving you face.

But if you take advantage of me, you're courting death.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately took out the Abyss M1913, quickly pulled the bolt to load the rifle, and fired at the people on the opposite side.

Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet…

Submachine gun with integrated silencer.

I saw blood spots spreading on the bodies of several people, and they were quickly beaten into sieves.

Zhao Chuanxin temporarily released the trigger, turned the gun and aimed it at the herdsmen who were eager to try.

The herdsmen were terrified.

What are these things?

They have seen rifles, homemade cannons, and perhaps even heard of heavy machine guns.

But I have never seen a submachine gun.

I've never heard of a silencer.

"It's none of our business..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Chuanxin pulled the trigger.

Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet…

Several herdsmen fell in a pool of blood.

A woman with a child walked out of the tent. Seeing her husband lying in a pool of blood, she rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin with a scimitar in her hand.

Chirp, chirp, chirp!

One big and one small, both fell to the ground and twitched.

Zhao Chuanxin spat, lit up a cigarette and looked at the wolf with an eagle eye: "The spicy one next door, are there any more?"

No one dares to force it.

But someone stared at Zhao Chuanxin with hatred.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

Choo Choo Choo……

The man's chest, abdomen, arms, and thighs were all riddled with bullet holes.

What a miserable old man.

"You're paralyzed. I'll let you glare at me again. Anything else?"

(End of this chapter)

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