mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 297 A sharp weapon that cannot be shown to others

Passengers in the front, rear, left, and right all listened attentively.

Listening to Zhao Chuanxin's serious nonsense, his breathing almost stopped.

Why does this sound like a hodgepodge of countless celebrities in history and strange celestial phenomena at the time of their birth?
Li Shutong couldn't help but burst into laughter when he heard Zhao Chuanxin say that he abandoned literature and went to martial arts at the age of five.

He had never seen such a slick bragging, which stunned a group of people.

And the young man's entourage opened their mouths wide, speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "So you see, God destined me not to be a mortal, understand?"

"Know what, you're just talking nonsense."

"Bold!" Zhao Chuanxin's face changed: "If you dare to be rude, I guarantee that your child will lack a father."

The entourage was stunned for a moment, and after turning his head twice, he realized that Zhao Chuanxin was threatening him.

His complexion changed, and he blurted out: "You are bold, do you know who you are talking to? This is General Zhen Guo, Duke Fu, Lord Baylor, how dare you be so rude?"

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised.

Such a young man, he is both the general of Zhen Guo and the Duke of Fu Guo.

He looked suspicious: "I think you look like liars!"

The surrounding passengers were similar to what Zhao Chuanxin thought, and they didn't think there would be such a young general Zhen Guo and Duke Fu Guo.

Seeing that the attendant spoke quickly and revealed his identity, the young man stopped hiding it and nodded reservedly: "I am Aixinjueluo Zaitao."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zai Tao and Zhao Chuanxin had never heard of it, but everyone here knew the surname Aixinjueluo.

Zhao Chuanxin was amused: "In front of me, do you dare to mention the word Aixinjueluo?"

In fact, Aixinjueluo Zaitao is one of the few people in Aixinjueluo family who are open-minded, honest and honest.Later, he would rather die than be a traitor, which is commendable.

But when he heard Zhao Chuanxin utter wild words, he became a little angry even if he had a good temper: "Who are you?"

Seeing that there was a conflict, everyone turned their attention to this side with the intention of watching the excitement, and only waited for Zhao Chuanxin's next words.

After all, it was Aixinjueluo.

They wanted to see how divine this tall man was who even Aixinjueluo didn't look down upon.

however,
Zhao Chuanxin played with the redemption scepter in his hand, and said lightly: "I won't tell you."

"..."

Aixinjueluo Zaitao's attendant wanted to say something, but he stopped him.

Seeing this, the other passengers couldn't help but be disappointed.

It's really embarrassing for such a farce to end so plainly.

But it's about Aixinjueluo's family, and the excitement is not so good-looking.

Under the gaze of his followers, everyone turned their heads in embarrassment.

In the past, women often muttered, saying that capable men have no temper.

Zhao Chuanxin thinks so.

Take the emperor as an example, Yingzheng has no temper, and sweeps Liuhe and Siyi very low-key; He swallowed his anger, but I don't know why he got the title of "Heavenly Khan" later; Zhu Yuanzhang has no temper, otherwise how could corrupt officials intensify?
Zhao Chuanxin is even less tempered. He defines himself as an otaku.

It was before, and it is now.

What is an otaku, a man who can take any place as his own house.

He took out a pile of leathers of unknown origin, spread them on the table, and took out a pile of fabrics and needlework.

He completely regarded the small table in the first-class compartment as his own desk.

Miao Cuihua asked curiously: "What are you going to do? I'll help you do it, and the elders can also do needlework?"

Zhao Chuanxin threaded the thread into the nose of the needle: "Sister Hua, I know many tricks."

Miao Cuihua gave him a blank look: "Then why haven't you played these tricks with me?"

Li Shutong on the opposite side coughed twice, emphasizing his existence.

Ning An turned his head away, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "A certain sharp weapon should not be shown to others."

Miao Cuihua's eyes were burning: "It seems that I am not an outsider, you have shown it to me."

Otherwise, how can we say that a woman's lack of talent is virtue?

Miao Cuihua, who had read the book, could easily defeat Zhao Chuanxin.

He laughed twice, and took out a soft ruler: "Come on, Sister Hua, help me measure my measurements. After you came, I feel fatter again."

Miao Cuihua took the soft ruler, passed Zhao Chuanxin's chest with one hand, and stuck her whole body on it.

Li Shutong had another heart-piercing cough.

Zhao Chuanxin was not happy: "Are you afraid you have tuberculosis? Why don't you go to Aixinjueluo Zaitao's table."

Aixinjueluo Zaitao: "..."

Why?

Uncle Li watched Ning An's appearance and looked out of the car window.

After measuring the chest width, Miao Cuihua said in surprise, "Ah, why did it get bigger?"

Zhao Chuanxin said with a straight face: "Sister Hua, we must be serious when doing things, and we must have the spirit of craftsmanship."

After measuring the shoulder width, while measuring Zhao Chuanxin's waist, Miao Cuihua's soft and warm little hands lifted Zhao Chuanxin's clothes and stretched them in.

He also explained on his mouth: "The measurement is not accurate through the clothes."

Zhao Chuanxin only felt that the skin on his abdomen was stimulated by a tingling micro-current.

I couldn't help shivering.

Miao Cuihua looked at him suspiciously, wondering if something happened?

Shouldn't it be?

Finally finished measuring the size.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper, and wrote and drew on the table.

Seeing this, Li Shutong said in surprise: "Chuan Zhi, you are quite talented, and you can even draw with charcoal."

Li Shutong is proficient in Chinese and Western painting techniques at the same time. He is the originator of Chinese oil painting and the pioneer who popularized Western painting knowledge in China. He was also the first person to hire nude models for teaching.

Talent is more than words.

In later generations, Zhao Chuanxin has never seen a few art students who can compose music, no calligraphers who can perform dramas, and no poets who can play musical instruments.

But Li Shutong plenum.

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "There is only one stone in the world, and I, Zhao Chuanxin, have eight fights alone, and you will take the rest."

Aixinjueluo Zaitao's entourage sneered in a low voice: "Big talk!"

But Aixinjueluo Zaitao was struck by lightning.

Hearing the word "Chuanxin", combined with Zhao Chuanxin's ancient stature and his unruly temper of disdain for "Aixinjueluo".

Aixinjueluo Zaitao was able to confirm almost immediately that this person turned out to be Zhao Chuanxin whom he wanted to meet.

Didn't expect it to happen in this situation.

He patted his entourage on the shoulder: "Come and sit inside."

The entourage was stunned, but had to obey, and changed seats with Aixinjueluo Zaitao.

Seeing him staring straight at him, Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously, and went about his own business.

The train swayed violently, but Zhao Chuanxin's wrist was extremely steady and powerful, and he would not be affected by it every time he wrote.

Li Shutong saw a set of clothes on the drawing paper. The clothes were a bit weird in style, tight-fitting, and the overall shape was strong, like a suit of armor.

Can fabric really make clothes like this?
Zhao Chuanxin was drawing and painting, feeling a little weird.

I originally wanted to design a set of soft armor with a sci-fi feel, but how did it look so similar to Deadpool's cheap suit?
He thought about it for a while, and expanded it a little with a dotted line, and looked again, it became a bloated armored warrior again...

Take out another piece of paper and continue designing.

After being besieged by the Japanese army last time, Zhao Chuanxin has always wanted to design a body armor that wraps his whole body.

But I have been busy with my diary before, so I don't have time to do it.

Since the journey is stinky and long, as a master of time management, he must of course give full play to the remaining value of the journey.

This time, the suit he designed lacks armed belts and shoulder straps, because he is a man who "hides everything in his body" and does not need these external bells and whistles.

This time it's not tights anymore, the upper body is a jacket, the lower body is overalls, even the feet are not spared, a pair of short boots, the boots are hidden in the trousers, which can protect the ankles.

There is a skull mask on the head, a cowboy hat on the top of the head, and a square scarf around the neck.

The leather on the table is the skin of the wounds of war, and the surface has a very fine structure like the scales of arapaima fish.

The leather is not hard, even softer than thick cowhide, but the protective effect is amazing.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the skin, folded it back and forth, and made gestures repeatedly.

Next to the design of the ready-to-wear suit, the design of the Wounds of War leather lining module began.

After all the drawings were finished, he picked up the Redemption Scepter and pulled out the handle, revealing the sharp elf carving knife.

Aixinjueluo Zaitao, who had been staring at Zhao Chuanxin's every move, was shocked when he saw this.

Only then did he know that the stick that Zhao Chuanxin kept in his hand had a sharp blade hidden in it.

This person is really dangerous!

Next is Zhao Chuanxin's performance.

Raising the knife in his hand and dropping it, with a little bit of cold light, everyone just felt a blur in front of them.

The leather of the wound of war on the table was divided into different sizes.

However, these shapes are very regular, and there are no burrs on the edges.

Li Shutong pulled his ass with a knife and opened his eyes.

Ning An was envious, and wondered when he had such strength.

And Aixinjueluo Zaizhen's heart shuddered.

It is said that Zhao Chuanxin is the god of war, and his force has reached the peak.

Sure enough, meeting is more famous.

What kind of knife technique is this?
Because it was too fast, he naturally couldn't see clearly. Just now, Zhao Chuanxin made the elf carving knife pull into a sharp metal thin line, and used it exactly as he wanted, and the leather instantly fell apart.

This is the heaven-defying feature of the Elven Carving Knife. The knife moves with the heart and is invincible.

Everyone also said that Zhao Chuanxin used some magical sword technique.

Aixinjueluo Zaitao remained calm and continued to observe.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the leather materials by category, and then cut the cloth with Miao Cuihua.

"Sister Hua, you sew the shoulders with hidden stitches. This piece of leather should be sandwiched between the outside and the inner lining, without leaving a gap. I'll sew the other side."

Miao Cuihua is a diligent woman, eager to have something to do: "Okay."

Li Shutong and the others found that Zhao Chuanxin's sewing speed was faster and more stable than that of Miao Cuihua.

Aixinjueluo Zaitao was dumbfounded: Could it be that capable people are omnipotent, even better at needlework than women?

This really overturned his three views.

(End of this chapter)