mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 598 Gold Medal Commentary Zhao Chuanxin

The fight was going on in the field, when suddenly someone outside the field shouted: "What a felling sword, patrolling Iron Ruler lunging to block, and slashing down.

The man unexpectedly attacked and kicked him from behind.

Ah Bao is good at swordsmanship, he turned around and slashed horizontally, forcing the patrol to retract his legs.

Slashing and stabbing, the patrol is dangerous, and the iron ruler has no time to parry.

What a patrol, he turned around and swept his legs to defuse the crisis. Abao's big feet could run and jump, and he dodged directly.

Hey, the thimble continues to hemp, a pair of swords that have been lost for a long time in the world, really amazing..."

At first, the common people were dissatisfied with Zhao Chuanxin's yelling, but with his explanation, these things really gradually became clear.

For example, the "thimble needle to extend the numbness" technique used by Lao Shizi is not like when the needle is extended for presbyopia, the tip of the hemp thread is trying to fit into the eye of the needle.

The sword is hemp, and the middle part of the iron ruler for patrolling is the needle nose.

Can't help but look at Zhao Chuanxin, then look at the field, and compare: "Hey, this is called specialization in surgery!"

But I heard Zhao Chuanxin continue to shout: "A Bao's body is soft, he kicked in the middle and back, he threw a sword, one sword showed cold light, two swords cut bones and muscles, three swords shocked ghosts and gods...

Oh, now we see that a police officer has been killed..."

Following Zhao Chuanxin's explanation, Ah Bao, who had the upper hand, was disturbed by the small but clear voice.

Originally, she was about to stab a policeman's arm with a sword, but Zhao Chuanxin explained that the policeman raised an iron ruler to block it in time, making Abao fall short.

In fact, it was not easy for the patrol side. Originally, he was about to succeed, but A Bao had the opportunity to dodge it first.

The fight between the two sides became more and more chaotic, and Zhao Chuanxin explained that he was a little at a loss.

In the end, Ah Baotu got up and down, dodged away, panting heavily, dripping with sweat.

She gave Zhao Chuanxin a hard look, and ran to the prison car.

The prisoner in the car brushed his hair back, bared his teeth and smiled lewdly: "Sucking... little lady, you are willing to rob the prison car for me, even if you die like a ghost, you will be coquettish."

A Bao was stunned, and found that Jin Kunxiu was not in the prison car.

The clear and translucent eyes were suddenly filled with tears, making them even more watery.

She doesn't know who to hate now.

Hate patrol?Hate the prisoner?Or...she looked at Zhao Chuanxin outside the court, who was holding a bald head, clenched her teeth, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin with her sword, then turned around and ran away.

Those policemen and county officials didn't dare to chase after this formidable woman who looked like Little Pepper, but they all looked at Zhao Chuanxin speechlessly.

What a joke!

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands on his sleeves, bared his teeth and laughed, looking like a handsome silly monk.

He walked around to see if there was any excitement.

Just sneaked into the crowd, then got back in the car, opened the window, lit a cigar and said, "Honk and honk forward."

Benjamin Goldberg was obedient, he kicked the gas pedal down, put it in second gear, and rushed forward while honking his horn.

Now, the people finally know how to dodge.

An old woman with gray hair smacked her lips in full after watching the bustle, and walked slowly.

Benjamin Goldberg keeps honking.

Ordinarily, when we got to the front, the old woman tried to hide for a while, but she didn't, and still dawdled.

Benjamin Goldberg slowed down and waited for her. When she was about to pass by, the old woman lightly bumped into the car and immediately sat on the ground: "Oh my god, I killed someone, please comment..."

Benjamin Goldberg was a little overwhelmed.

Obviously never experienced Porcelain.

Zhao Chuanxin poked his head out: "Cough...tui..."

A mouthful of saliva was accurately spit on the old woman's forehead.

The old woman wiped her forehead, which was sticky. She looked at Zhao Chuanxin in disbelief, and immediately became furious, and said to the policeman who was holding his injured arm and dared not pursue Abao: "Everyone, take a look, this time People bump into people in broad daylight, and even spit out their old faces..."

A rogue who was being kicked and kicked by Zhao Chuanxin before also took the opportunity to shout: "Yes, yes, he is just now an adult."

Just now those patrols thought that Zhao Chuanxin was a monk from some temple, and they only blamed the bald head for being too glaring in the sun.

At this moment, when he saw the Rolls-Royce, his body shook, and he pushed the old lady away: "Go away, you old man with no eyesight."

Then he cupped his hands to the butt of the car and said, "I met Mr. Zhao."

In the whole of Suzhou, there is only such a fancy foreign car, and Zhao Chuanxin's Spring Festival event has caused foreigners to spill blood on Xiannongtan. Now which patrolman doesn't know that this car belongs to Zhao Chuanxin?
It turned out that the person who was making noise just now was Mr. Zhao.

The God of War is the God of War, no wonder he is eloquent and eloquent, what he said is really good.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand holding the cigar out of the car window, and the smoke drifted away with the wind.

Cloudy and breezy...

The policeman with arms crossed shook his head and clicked his tongue, willingly licking the dog: "Mr. Zhao, you are so handsome..."

Suzhou has criss-crossing rivers and well-developed waterways.

Without navigation, it is quite difficult to go out.

Zhao Yixian leaned out from behind and leaned on the driver's seat to point out: "Benjamin, turn west...that's wrong, I said the next intersection. Oops, you missed the best route, otherwise the longitude, horizontal and latitude will be straight. It's all around, no matter which way you go, it makes sense..."

In fact, although Zhao Yixian has been here, he can't remember every way.

Not every bridge is open to traffic.

As I walked, I went in a circle, but I didn't go far in a straight line.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they were all young and crouching dragons, so he simply said: "Come on, let's change seats, and you sit in the front and command."

Zhao Yixian wished so.

So Zhao Chuanxin sat in the back row.

He is not afraid of overturning the car, even if the car overturns, it is difficult to get injured at this speed.

In the back row, Zhao Chuanxin took out the drawing board, clamped the paper, took a pencil and began to paint and design the ring.

The ring face is very unique, it is a coiled dragon.

The dragon head is exaggeratedly big, and there is a miniature abacus bead in the dragon's mouth.The abacus beads have a hole in the middle with room to accommodate the miniature bearings.

This is a test of technology.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly drew a sketch, ignoring the quarrel between the two people in front of him, and with the help of Qianfan, he bowed his head in the back row thinking alone.

It is not difficult for Zhao Chuanxin to cut metal, no matter how small it is, as long as it is visible to the naked eye.

The difficulty is that there is no spray gun, no methane and hydrogen and oxygen, and Zhao Chuanxin is really a little bit blind when he wants to weld gold and silver.

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly remembered the old sacred fire.

How did the snake man control the flames?

He knew that the snake man's ability to control flames was inseparable from the old sacred fire.

When he stole the old sacred fire, the snake man would not play with fire.

So, the Old Sacred Fire, is kind of like Nikola Tesla's radio—received electricity remotely to light a light bulb.

So if you play with fire remotely, you don’t have to worry about bedwetting?
Zhao Chuanxin's heart moved.

If they are all relics of the old gods, will the old sacred fire be operated in the same way as the old sacred altar?

But the chamber pot of the old gods and the altar of the old gods are very different.

It seems that there is not only one old god, or the old god has many incarnations, and each incarnation leaves different things?
Zhao Chuanxin plans to give it a try.

He sensed the flame in his consciousness in the same way as he sensed the old sacred altar.

Not moving at all, not making any waves.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe in evil, and tried various methods in turn.

……

As soon as He Gangde, the prefect of Suzhou, walked in front of Zhao Chuanxin, he received the news on his back.

Jameson, the Consul General of the British Consulate in Shanghai, heard that his compatriot died in Suzhou. He didn't care who the culprit was, and he didn't mention He Gangde's arrest. He just wanted an explanation.

And protested to the Qing court.

Obviously, Zhe Meisen couldn't afford to offend Zhao Chuanxin, but he could blackmail the Qing court.

So He Gangde was in a state of desperation.

Why did such a good spring festival event turn into a murder scene?
According to the person who wiped the bloodstains, the bright red color on Xiannong's Altar was washed with soap and a bristle brush, but it still couldn't be washed off.

Perhaps Zhao Chuanxin's words were really followed—blood sacrifice to spring cattle?
This matter was widely circulated among the people for a while, and the more it spread, the more evil it became.

They weaved the names of various gods for Zhao Chuanxin, and what went down to save the people Balabala.

In addition, Jin Kunxiu was captured again today, He Gangde gritted his teeth, so he reported to the Taihu Lake Parade to deter the Taihu Pirates.

And told the county office: "There is no need to go to Taohuawu, and Jin Kunxiu will be sentenced to Ming Zhengdian directly in the prison!"

It's too easy to kill a person in prison. After death, the body is carried out to show the public and warn the bandits in Taihu Lake.

However, Zhao Chuanxin did not know these.

He's wrestling with the old holy fire.

Tried everything imaginable, the old holy fire just wouldn't budge.

Zhao Chuanxin gave up.

Seeing that the two people in front were still arguing about the route, Zhao Chuanxin became angry: "What's the mother's long mouth doing? Just go down and ask the way?"

Zhao Yixian got out of the car in desperation and asked for directions, then turned back for a moment: "Shenxian Zhao, let's go north to Changzhou, and then go west to Hankou."

Zhao Chuanxin has everything he can do, and he doesn't want to go.

That's easy, just walk along the canal.

However, not far away, a group of men in ragged jackets suddenly appeared in front of them, each carrying a sword.

The leader, with black sleeves and boots, has a handsome face, with a little baby fat on his face, two thick braids, and his dress and makeup are very different from the women at this time. It is none other than A Bao.

The two swords in Ah Bao's hand were now replaced by a spear.

She stood in the way with a spear, her eyes were full of tears, but her face was full of evil spirits.

Benjamin Goldberg "squeaked" the brakes, and the car slid for one meter on the muddy fieldside path before stopping.

Zhao Chuanxin got out of the car lazily, put his hands in his sleeves, and bared his teeth: "Good dogs don't get in the way, and those who get in the way are not good dogs."

Abao raised his spear and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "It's all your fault, for delaying my rescue of my husband. You cheap-mouthed monk, I killed you first to sacrifice to my husband's spirit in heaven."

Oh, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly realized that Jin Kunxiu had already been executed, and the speed was so fast that there was no chance of reprieve.

Behind Abao, a group of disguised Taihu pirates followed suit, but there was not much sadness on their faces.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, his thumbs flicked around, and he looked up to the sky and said: "The poor monk counted with his fingers, you are a bit flattering your husband, he can't go to the sky after he dies, and he can't talk about the spirit in the sky."

A Bao was sad, coupled with grief and indignation, and after hearing Zhao Chuanxin's words, he exploded in anger, and cried: "My husband and wife never kill for money, and my husband never picks flowers for money, but now he is listed as a criminal." Zhang, caught in the net of the law, cannot escape death. God is so unfair, and God will make up for him, you evil monk, how can you say that he can't go to heaven?"

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that at this time, the little widow should be accompanied by BGM - we are all living hard...

He chuckled: "Only taking money, not killing lives? Oh, you're quite proud of your feelings, aren't you? Do you want me to carve you a medal for the best Taihu Pirates?"

Abao was so angry that he hit the ground hard with his spear, raised it again, and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin: "Today, I will first kill you, the shameless monk with a sharp tongue..."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered without fear, instead he sneered and said: "Little widow, you are eloquent and toothless, so do you still have any teeth?"

"Ah, I killed you..."

Benjamin Goldberg poked his head in the driver's seat and asked, "Master, do you need me to assist you?"

The Misty Lamp is carried on his back all the time, even when he sleeps he has to hug him.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: "No need, remember, cleaning up little widows is our master's forte."

(End of this chapter)