mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 570 Let's send the old man back to the west together

Zhao Yixian took Zhao Chuanxin and Benjamin Goldberg to a clothing store, which is a place that sells monk robes and Taoist robes, and also sells some props for making water and land dojos.

The clothes are all ready-made, and there is a Taoist robe that suits Zhao Chuanxin's figure.

After all three of them changed into Taoist robes, they hired a cart pulled by two mules and drove to Qinzhou.

After getting into the car, Zhao Yixian suddenly thought of a key question: "Shenxian Zhao, why are you going to Qinzhou after asking about those rebellious parties?"

Zhao Chuanxin said truthfully: "The court is robbed."

Zhao Yixian's eyes widened: "This, this, this..."

He slapped both of his mouths.

Why don't you ask clearly before getting in the car?
He focused on practicing spells, but was fascinated by spells.

He cried: "Put me out of the car..."

"It's late." Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "You know too much."

Zhao Yixian was shocked: "Shenxian Zhao, aren't you afraid that if you arrive in Qinzhou, I will inform you?"

"Don't be afraid, it's the same to kill you first and then the guard."

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was indeed confident, Zhao Yixian was scared.

He sat down on the mule cart without saying a word.

At this time, both the master and the apprentice were wearing thick toga robes and crane cloaks with large sleeves, and their hair was loose because they would not tie it into a round bun.

Sitting cross-legged on the swaying mule cart, it really looks like a Taoist priest.

Because only three people were pulled by two mules, the speed was very fast.

In the car, Zhao Yixian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked: "Shenxian Zhao, you want to come here with excellent qualifications?"

Since he was frightened by Zhao Chuanxin's lust, he didn't dare to get out of the car, so he had to run all the way to the dark, at least learn some real skills from Zhao Chuanxin so as not to suffer.

From the officials to the people in the late Qing Dynasty, foreigners were generally afraid of foreigners.

But in some fields, Chinese people are still very proud.

In Zhao Yixian's view, Benjamin Goldberg is a foreign boy, and his aptitude must be inferior to him. How can he learn the magic of the Central Plains well?
Benjamin Goldberg hammered his painful back: "Oh, my wisdom root and comprehension are naturally excellent, but Master, my body really can't take it anymore. If I continue to fall, I will not It is really unknown that he will become immortal in advance."

Zhao Yixian smiled, but said stingingly: "I really haven't heard that there is a 'Yang Xian'er' in the list of gods."

Zhao Chuanxin stroked his beard that hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and the old god with his eyes closed was talking nonsense: "Spiritual root is divided into 12 grades, waste product, ordinary product, low-grade, medium-grade, good-grade, super-grade... until immortal grade. Are you A waste product, a villain is only a mere super product. But I am a fairy product."

Zhao Yixian was dejected: "Is that true? Then I won't be able to learn spells in this life?"

Benjamin Goldberg said in shock: "Master, you must have read it wrong. How can I be a super-grade? I am at least a mortal or a fairy like you."

Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes: "You are a fart fairy. When I was born as a teacher, I had a round head and a protruding nose, a wide and rich land, neither crying nor laughing, the sky is accompanied by fairy music, and there are nine dragons hovering in the sky, a natural vision , a flock of cranes came to pay homage, and butterflies danced. Newton in the West, at that time, slapped the coffin board and shouted: let me out, let me say that I will be drowned..."

Benjamin Goldberg was dumbfounded.

Zhao Yixian was so dumbfounded, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

As for Benjamin Goldberg saying that he was tired, he could only endure it.

At this time, the sun has fallen and the dusk is heavy.

It is about 110 miles from Fangcheng to Qinzhou, and the mule cart can run 16-20 miles in an hour, which is full of endurance.

Excluding the time for feeding fodder and drinking water in the middle, I ran from the afternoon until it was dark, wearing the stars and the moon, and suffered a lot of boats and cars. It was after nine o'clock in the evening that I arrived in Qinzhou.

It was so late, and there were still soldiers investigating outside the city.

If he had known that Zhao Chuanxin had come to rob the court before, Zhao Yixian would have faced it calmly, but now he was sweating coldly.

"Stop and check." The soldiers blocked the way with quick guns on their backs.

Seeing that Zhao Yixian was trembling nervously, Benjamin Goldberg twisted the soft flesh on his waist behind him.

Zhao Yixian shuddered in pain, looked back suspiciously, but stopped shaking.

The soldiers didn't check their identities, diplomas, etc., but only checked whether the vehicle was carrying weapons, searched their bodies, and asked, "What are you doing in Qinzhou?"

Zhao Chuanxin said lazily: "Come to rescue."

"Which big family will be superseded?"

Zhao Yixian's psychological quality is not particularly bad, but when it comes to life safety, he will inevitably be afraid.

After being pinched by Benjamin Goldberg, he recovered a bit at this time, and he hurriedly said: "The old Mrs. Huang of the Huang family in Liyudun is in poor health. I will go and wait until the old Mrs. Huang swallows the last bite." One breath."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Zhao Yixian in surprise.

The soldier nodded: "Okay, let's go."

After entering Qinzhou, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "How do you know Mrs. Huang is dying?"

Zhao Yixian sneered: "A month ago, I came down to Qinzhou. The surname Huang is a common surname in Qinzhou. In Liyudun, there is indeed a family surnamed Huang who is dying. Last time I came to tell the fortune, how much is left... Besides, the chaos—— Uh, the fellow rebels will be executed there, so I was in a panic."

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Ah, Zhao Yixian, your business is quite extensive."

Zhao Yixian ignored him, turned his head and asked Zhao Chuanxin in a low voice: "Shenxian Zhao, why did you rob the court?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "I have nothing to do, kill and set fire, that's all."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

Even if it is a fairy, this is quite an evil fairy.

Being with a fairy is like being with a tiger.

When the mule cart arrived at Liyudun, he couldn't even complain about the rice: "Wow, woof..."

Jumped out of the car and stretched.

Benjamin Goldberg: "I'm exhausted, too."

Cooking rice: "Wow, woof, woof..."

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "No, eat something before going to sleep."

Zhao Yixian: "Is it because the high-footed spiritual roots are too good, or is this dog too spiritual?"

Never seen a person talking to a dog.

This foreign boy is really queer.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and looked at them with the faint light of the night.

Qinzhou has a lot of water, and the Qinjiang River flows down from the north, splits into two parts, and flows into the sea.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth and said, "If I knew this, why bother bumping on the mule cart, we can get there in half an hour by water."

Zhao Yixian thought that Zhao Chuanxin was complaining about him, and said with a sneer, "The boat ticket is more expensive than a donkey cart."

At this time, a white lantern was suddenly hung outside the wall of a nearby mansion, with a big word "Dian" written on it.

The door opened, and someone came out holding three big firecrackers and lit them.

Hey, hey, hey.

Zhao Chuanxin and Benjamin Goldberg don't know why.

But Zhao Yixian was stunned, and muttered: "Look at my crow's mouth, I think Mrs. Huang has really gone."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "How do you say?"

Zhao Yixian nuzzled: "In Qinzhou, when someone dies, three big firecrackers are set off. This is called mourning, and the relatives, friends and neighbors are notified."

With the sound of firecrackers, there was a lot of crying.

The person who came out to set off the firecrackers rubbed his red eyes, and said in surprise after seeing Zhao Yixian: "Shenxian Zhao, have you always counted the days when the old man will die?"

Zhao Yixian called Zhao Chuanxin Zhao Shenxian, and others called Zhao Yixian Zhao Shenxian.

Zhao Yixian blushed, and immediately raised his head: "Yes, the old man counted, the old Mrs. Huang will not be able to pass this hurdle."

The man respected him in awe: "Shenxian Zhao is really capable, so hurry up and invite him inside. By the way, these two are Daogongs? Shenxian Zhao even helped us invite Daoist priests to do the dojo beforehand?"

The local plumber called Daogong.

Zhao Yixian coughed twice, faltering: "Yes, yes..."

It can be seen that the skin is extremely thick.

Zhao Chuanxin's master and apprentice looked at each other in blank dismay.

This old magic stick is really a stick to beat a snake.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yixian discussed with Zhao Chuanxin respectfully: "Shenxian Zhao, why don't we go in and take a look first? It's so late, and there are no restaurants and teahouses outside, so you can earn a feast with some money."

Zhao Chuanxin's canned food had been exhausted, and the three of them only ate some bread to pad their stomachs, and they were already hungry.

He could cook for himself, but in the middle of the night, Zhao Chuanxin was unwilling to move.

But Zhao Chuanxin still asked: "Is the execution ground not far from here?"

Zhao Yixian pointed to the north: "It's not more than 6 miles to the north, and it's at the troubled entrance by the Qin River."

Zhao Chuanxin walked ahead with his hands behind his back, his head held high, and he said in a fairy-like manner: "Then go and have a seat, and don't delay the business."

……

Not far from the Huang family's mansion, Shuangxi and Wang Long were lying in a lychee grove.

They heard the cry from a distance, floating in the wind faintly.

In the middle of the night and in the wilderness again, it would be scary enough to change someone else, but Wang Long blinked his eyes.

He chewed beef jerky and said, "I don't know whose family died."

Shuangxi leaned sideways, holding the gun, and said in a daze, "What's so special about dead people? Tomorrow, the old-nosed man will die."

Wang Long chuckled: "Huang Futing, the dog day, still wants to catch me, and I want him to look good tomorrow."

……

A steamship arrived at Qinzhou Port.

Guo Renzhang and Qi Huang disembarked together.

Guo Renzhang said as he walked, "Pingsheng, in the new year, I may be in charge of the Qing army, how about you to be my staff?"

Qi Huang was stunned and then hesitated, then shook his head: "You know my temperament, I can't do this."

It can be said that Qi Huang started his career by relying on Guo Renzhang.

Regardless of Guo Renzhang's character, he has nothing to say about Qi Baishi.

Hearing this, Guo Renzhang was disappointed.

The atmosphere couldn't help but become dull.

At this time, a sneaky person stepped forward to stop the two of them: "Commander Guo, are you all right?"

Guo Renzhang squinted his eyes and looked at the lights of the pier. The visitor was short and stocky, wearing a suit and walking sideways.

After seeing it clearly, Guo Renzhang's complexion changed, he looked around guiltily, and then said coldly, "You are so brave."

The man came with a big face. He smiled, and the flesh on his face was trembling: "How can you make things happen if you are not very courageous? Commander Guo took a step to speak."

Guo Renzhang and Qi Huang said: "Pingsheng, please wait for a while, I will go back."

In the dark corner, Guo Renzhang shouted: "Huang Xing Huang Keqiang, are you crazy?"

Huang Xing didn't think it was disobedient, and continued to laugh and said: "Commander Guo, this adventure came to Qinzhou, and I have been waiting for you at the pier for two days. In view of this sincerity, I also ask Commander Guo to help me with the batch of ammunition that I promised to wait for."

Like many generals of the Qing army, Guo Renzhang jumped back and forth between the rebel army and the Qing court, with his head at both ends.

Earlier, Sun Gongwu was promised to help him with all his strength, but later, as soon as the Qing government urged him, he immediately turned around and attacked Sun Gongwu's rebel army.

It's hard to say whether it will be affected by the warlords' melee in the next era.

But people like Sun Gongwu really have perseverance.

Even if these generals of the Qing army were at the top of their ranks, they continued to fight indomitably.

Guo Renzhang looked around again, making sure no one heard him, and then said in a low voice: "I promise, you leave quickly, so as not to cause trouble."

Huang Xing put away his smile, faced solemnity, and bowed his hands solemnly: "Then thank Commander Guo for his understanding and righteousness first."

Guo Renzhang didn't want to talk to him, so he hurried back to find Qi Huang and went away.

In the darkness, Huang Xing's shining eyes could be seen.

……

Huang's mansion.

Zhao Yixian was instructing the members of the Huang family to wear sackcloth and filial piety, then put on bamboo hats, and carried a small bamboo tube to the Qinjiang River, crying and howling.

After throwing some copper coins into the Qin River, they fetched water and went back to bathe the corpse.

This is called baptism.

After cleaning the dead man's nails and cutting his hair, he changed into a shroud, and even extravagantly took a piece of ocean from the dead man's mouth.

This is called - containing gold.

Before Mrs. Huang died, the coffin had already been prepared.It was painted with black paint, and it looked black and shiny in the candlelight.The two characters "Fushou" are written on both ends.

Then it was time to enter the coffin. A layer of plant ash and rice was spread inside the coffin, and a layer of straw paper was placed on top of it... The rules were very complicated, but Zhao Yixian was able to speak well and do things in an orderly manner, which is called professionalism.

Zhao Chuanxin and his disciples were growling with hunger, but seeing these people busy with their work, holding the coffin and crying, they became a little impatient.

When someone came to him: "Master Daoist, please make me a dojo."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, and finally couldn't help it: "The coffins are all bald for you, how long will it be before you let the old man go quickly?
Come on, let's send the old man back to the west together, and then quickly open the table! "

There was a sudden silence in the mourning hall.

Zhao Yixian was terrified of this sudden and embarrassing silence...

(End of this chapter)