mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 607 Cixi’s old coffin

Po, who had a very explosive temper and had always refused to accept weakness, shared a room with this monster monk tonight. He was frightened and stayed up for half the night, but nothing happened.

Zhao Chuanxin has been resting on the recliner, with his eyes closed and rarely turning his body.

Not even snoring.

His breathing was even and long, and there was no noise in his lungs or nose, even on such a cold winter night.

Abao listened and observed the strength of the body on the recliner, and finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already bright.

Zhao Chuanxin was not on the couch.

Abao walked out of the room and the inn, and saw Zhao Chuanxin, Benjamin Goldberg and Ganfan lined up outside the door, neatly practicing some kind of martial arts that she had never seen before.

At this time, any craft with some technical content was kept secret, and even more strictly, it was passed down from son to daughter.

Those who practice martial arts are most afraid of stealing from their master.

Abao was about to leave, but then he thought that Zhao Chuanxin was practicing on the street outside his door. There were many peepers passing by, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously.

That's not bad for her.

After watching for a long time, she didn't see any way.

There are two weird things. The first is that Zhao Yixian is very jealous, and the second is that a dog can actually practice martial arts?

Abao saw that although their movements were difficult, they were not difficult for her, who had been practicing jujitsu since childhood, so she couldn't help but imitate them a few times.

It didn't seem like anything big, but after doing a few moves, Abao's breath became messy, and she actually felt more tired than she usually did when practicing martial arts.

After Zhao Chuanxin and the others finished practicing, they turned around and saw that A Bao's face was a little pale. He said in a refreshed voice, "Little widow, what's wrong with you? Losing too much blood?"

A trace of angry blush flashed across Abao's pale face, and he obviously heard the underlying message.

You can't say that stealing from a master seems to have made you almost obsessive, right?

There is definitely something wrong with the way they have practiced this style.

After practicing, her Qi and blood were not smooth, and she even felt a feeling of tightness in her chest. It can be seen that the two of them and the dog are clearly in high spirits and extremely healthy.

Especially Ganfan, after the practice, he ran a lap with great energy and jumped more than two meters high.

This startled Po.

She had never seen a dog that bounced so amazingly.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Okay, let's check out, go have breakfast and set off."

Just as he was about to leave, he saw two patrolmen jogging over with their loads, their foreheads were sweating in the cold weather.

It was the two people who visited last night.

"Master, this is to honor you."

The patrolman who was rescued last night said with a fake smile on his face, nodding and bowing.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the cloth on the burden and saw tea and wine inside.

He opened the wine jar and took a look, and saw that the color of the wine was brownish red, and it smelled mellow and fragrant with a hint of sweetness.

Zhao Chuanxinhu asked: "Could it be poisoned here? Why does this color smell sweet?"

The patrolman was startled: "Don't dare to poison me. The mage was joking. This is wine from a sealed vat. It must have this color."

Zhao Yixian also looked at it, smelled it, shook his head and said, "This is good stuff. It has a so-called light taste and a color like spring in a cave. This wine has been famous since the Southern and Northern Dynasties."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the tea leaves again, and this time the inspector hurriedly introduced: "Master, this is Jinshan Cuiyang. It is the best tea here."

In fact, these two people may not be doing well despite their appearance.

If you carry these things, you might lose your entire family.

Zhao Chuanxin took out two pieces of ocean and threw them over: "As a reward to you, please remember not to do evil in the future. Otherwise, let me know that you two can be killed thousands of miles away."

"Wang Wang Wang..."

Abao watched from the side, wondering: Since we met, this demon monk has never done anything good, either killing people or killing people. How can he be so polite to people now?How weird.

The two patrolmen were frightened: "I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it..."

Zhao Chuanxin put Dayang into their hands one by one and took Shi Shiran away.

He found an early breakfast shop casually, and after sitting down, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "Man, what do you want to eat, tell me the name of the dish."

The waiter put the rag on his shoulder and said politely: "Sir, we have pork noodles, eel soup, crab roe shaomai, dried radish, sweet and sour radish..."

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he was surprised that the small stall had so many details.

He waved his hand and said, "Come up, everyone. Let's make an appointment for ten people."

The waiter smiled and asked, "Are there any guests coming later?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come on."

"Yes Yes."

The first dish was crab roe siomai.

The skin of the siomai is so thin that it can be broken by blowing a bomb.

Zhao Chuanxin took a bite, oh...

He exclaimed: "Man, what's the stuffing in this shaomai? It's so damn delicious."

The waiter laughed and said: "I dare you to know that the preparation method and raw materials of this Shaomai are very particular. It requires boiling crab oil, chicken soup, lean meat, skin jelly, tube bones, crab meat and crab roe for six hours... …That’s why it’s so delicious.”

This is all he can say, anything more is a trade secret and cannot be leaked.Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but take another bite. The filling was soft and juicy, and the crab roe taste was fresh and rich, fragrant but not greasy.

Looking at Benjamin Goldberg again, he was very excited about eating and said, "Master, you can't find such delicious food in the whole United States."

Zhao Yixian deliberately showed off: "Foreigners are vulgar, ignorant of etiquette, and rare and strange. If there is another unique thing about this place, it is called duck dumplings. Duck dumplings are not dumplings from the north, but duck meat and duck soup. It is said that Emperor Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River to visit Ji Zi On the way to the mausoleum, I was so hungry and impatient that I asked the clerk to go look for food. The clerk opened the door of a house and saw a girl named Ajiao steaming duck soup to replenish the health of her sick old father. When Emperor Qianlong saw the color of the soup, he knew it was delicious. He took a sip and found that it was indeed excellent. So he asked - what kind of soup is this? The clerk replied - it was duck soup made by Miss Ajiao. Emperor Qianlong named it - Duck dumpling."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Isn't that old pervert Qianlong greedy for Ah Jiao's body? He knows the soup is delicious just by looking at it. How dare you say such a thing. You're not afraid of other people laughing at such dirty things."

Zhao Yixian's proud look froze on his face.

Abao was shocked. This monster monk dared to smear Qianlong in broad daylight?
It was indeed audacious.

After hearing this, the guy looked around in fear and whispered: "Guys, please don't talk nonsense, you will be beheaded."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously and shouted: "Beheading? Who will behead? Cixi's old coffin flesh, or Guangxu's tuberculosis? Or Yuan Weiting's grandson?"

Who hasn’t asked him to clean it up?

There were other people eating at the stall, and everyone was in an uproar.

Is this monk too courageous?
Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Hurry up and get to the top, stop talking nonsense and get some jealousy."

The guy didn't dare to talk to me anymore, for fear of getting into trouble.The people around me all lowered their heads when eating, as if raising their heads would be fatal.

Even Taihu Pirates like Ah Bao began to feel restless.

She suspected that if the meal was not finished, soldiers would be sent to surround the place.

However, most people are numb.

Zhao Chuanxin was not worried at all.

There are not many people who are as nosy as the innkeeper.

Sure enough, nothing happened until everyone had eaten and drank.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the guy: "Is there a bridge here that can accommodate a car to pass to the west bank of Caohe River?"

The guy scratched his head and said, "This really doesn't happen."

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "If there is no bridge, we have to go south all the way, and return to the boundary of Changzhou Prefecture, all the way to the vicinity of Changdang Lake."

Po interrupted and said, "How about abandoning the car and taking a boat?"

Zhao Chuanxin's plan to travel by car is obviously not feasible in this era.

Last year, foreigners held a car rally in the capital, starting from the capital and going to Paris, France. I don’t know how they managed it.Perhaps it's because rivers in the north are rarer.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and said, "Zhao Yixian, you, the little widow and Benjamin go to the canal to find a boat."

Zhao Yixian agreed.

Abao asked: "What about you?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the other side of the river and said, "I'm going to find a gold shop to do something."

Benjamin Goldberg hurriedly asked: "Master, where shall we meet?"

Zhao Chuanxin had already stepped onto the Misty Traveler and replied: "By the canal."

As he said that, the man was already galloping forward.

The acceleration was too fast, so Zhao Chuanxin relied on the smart gyroscope to give him a push-up feeling to counteract the inertial backward force of his upper body.

This is the key to his ability to control the Misty Traveler with ease.

Everyone saw him jumping into the Cao River, and in the blink of an eye he reached the other side of the river, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared into the rice fields.

Driving on land, the speed is far less than that of rivers, lakes and seas.

Zhao Chuanxin's speed on flat ground should be a hundred yards or more.

There was a small slope in the rice field ahead. After Zhao Chuanxin rushed up, he saw a half-meter-high stone suddenly appeared behind the slope.

A hundred yards is fast enough to make it too late to react.

In particular, the Misty Traveler is different from a car, and the risk of sudden turns is greater than that of a motorcycle.

Zhao Chuanxin actually wanted to go slower, but the problem was that the Misty Traveler did not support slow travel, and it only started at [-] or [-] yards.As long as you run, you need to run at a minimum speed of [-] yards, which is [-] to [-] kilometers per hour.

He couldn't do it without turning, and his feet hurriedly crossed each other to exert force. The Misty Traveler turned too quickly, causing his body to rush forward with inertia.

Fortunately, Xingyue's powerful computing power has allowed him to adapt to Zhao Chuanxin's control of the Misty Traveler.At the critical moment, the smart gyroscope teleported to Zhao Chuanxin's right shoulder and supported his body. After Miao Miao Traveler returned to his normal position, he teleported to his left shoulder to support him, thus maintaining balance.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I'm going to blanch it. It's so dangerous. At this speed, if I fall on a big rock, I won't be bruised..."

Xingyue needs to learn.

Zhao Chuanxin began to deliberately find places with many obstacles and rough roads to drive, in order to let Xingyue learn more.

By the time they reached the urban area of ​​Runzhou, Xingyue had completely adapted to the traveling patterns of the Piao Miao Traveler, and the ten-meter sensing range of the smart gyroscope could remind Zhao Chuanxin to prepare in advance if there was an emergency ahead.

In places with a lot of people, Zhao Chuanxin mostly relies on the assistance of a smart gyroscope.

The smart gyroscope scurried around, Zhao Chuanxin's body tilted left and right, and the path in the flow of people was like a zigzag lightning.

Usually many people don't see what's going on, he has already passed.

Finally seeing a gold store, Zhao Chuanxin leaned back sharply, and the Misty Traveler braked to a stop.

After sorting out his clothes that were messed up by the wind, Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back and Shi Shiran walked in.

"Shopkeeper, I'll make the jewelry."

　Let’s update three chapters today, after all, it’s the last day of August

　　
　
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