mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 915: The Land of Bandits
After eating and drinking, Zhao Chuanxin patted his belly and puffed out smoke.

The waiter had the discernment this time and hurriedly removed the napkins and messy cups and plates.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Maria: "Why do you always look at dead people? Don't be afraid of death. Everyone will die, but not everyone will survive."

Maria paused, took a sneak peek at Aristotle between her cigarettes, and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, what does it mean to have survived?"

Zhao Chuanxin revealed a row of new teeth that were so neat and so white that it made people tremble: "What do you know?"

"Sir, I can't shoot a gun, ride a horse, or even knit."

"You are young, don't be discouraged just because you don't know these three things." Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring and said, "After all, you are not the only ones who don't know these three things."

"..." Maria suddenly laughed: "Sir, can you give me some serious advice?"

Zhao Chuanxin sighed and put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray: "If I could help you succeed, would I still kill someone just because I evaded fares and came in for a meal?"

Maria couldn't stop laughing.

Maria blushed.

"Chichi..."

"Look, don't you have a specialty?" Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile, "Unlike me, my specialty is a specialty."

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was not moving, he walked towards him.

The crew was speechless.

How can you talk and laugh with him?
Zhao Chuanxin stood up, buttoned up his buttons, and said to Maria: "I see that all aspects of your etiquette have been deeply rooted in your bones, but you are also a bit rebellious. At least you have a good background. Believe me, Maria, only those who work hard can Only people know..."

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was clearly scared at first, but now she hoped that Zhao Chuanxin would not leave in a hurry.

The crew members waiting at the door of the restaurant were carrying rifles, but they dared not raise their guns.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly threw an uppercut.

These noble ladies have been influenced by art. Some can paint and some can play.

Maria played the cello. Her skin was as white as snow, her mouth was a bit big, and she looked serious when playing the cello.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and said without stopping, "What else?"

She stood up suddenly, then sat down sadly and started playing again.

An excerpt from "Game of Thrones" was repeated by her repeatedly, becoming more and more passionate.

When she looked up, her big eyes reflected the tall figure of Zhao Chuanxin with his hands in his pockets.

That's why Zhao Chuanxin asked this question.

Jack the Ripper at least knew he had done something bad and hid it.

Maria nodded: "Yes."

She got up and walked to the cello and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, what do you want to listen to?"

Outside, Zhao Chuanxin waved to the British guy who had been rude to him before but was still watching the excitement: "Come here."

But what about this person? He killed people blatantly.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at her, which made Maria's heart tremble.

Zhao Chuanxin hummed a few words.

She just felt that this piece of music was mysterious and magnificent, solemn but melodious, so she lowered her head and played it carefully. When Zhao Chuanxin finished humming a few lines and she looked up again, Zhao Chuanxin had already pushed the door open and walked out.

Then, she was immersed in the sound of the music she played.

In full view of everyone, Zhao Chuanxin came to the British guy, looked down at him and said, "Fuck, what did you say to me before?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and saw a cello in the corner where a band had fled without taking it away. His eyes suddenly lit up: "Maria, do you know how to play the cello?"

What the hell is this?

The British man held the side of the boat with one hand and held his wife's arm with the other. He was extremely nervous.

But he warned: "Sir, don't go any further."

"Sir, what do people who have worked hard know?"

Aristotle was furious.

The British man was knocked stiff by a punch and immediately fell down in a daze.

He is a murderer.

The British guy looked around. Everyone was staying away from him, as if they were avoiding the plague. Only his big-wave wife didn't leave, but she also looked uneasy.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and there were two beautiful arcs at the corners of her mouth.

Is this woman crazy?

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on his chest and began to loosen his belt.

Zhao Chuanxin put the Humboldt hat on the corner of the chair back on his head: "Only those who have worked hard know how important background is."

The Englishman murmured and did not dare to answer.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'll hum a few words and see if I can pull it out."

His wife covered her face with black leather gloves and screamed.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of gentleness, and he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on Da Lang's face: "Sister-in-law, don't be stupid, I never hit a woman."

Just when the woman silenced her voice, Zhao Chuanxin slapped her away with his backhand.

Snapped……

The woman was slapped to the ground and her screams stopped abruptly.

People around: "..."

Big Wave covered his face: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin untied his restraints.

Wow...

The British guy on the ground was stirred by the heat and woke up.

After discovering what was going on, his eyes immediately became bloodshot.

This is simply a disgrace.

He struggled hard, but Zhao Chuanxin's forty-three-yard feet prevented him from moving at all.

Zhao Chuanxin trembled.

After cleaning himself up, he let go of his legs.

The British man on the ground was so drunk that he had forgotten the horror of life and death. He got up from the ground and let out a roar that would make even the stormy winds and waves of the North Atlantic in January feel inferior.

Then he rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned, bent his knees, bounced, stood firmly on the side of the ship, then leaned back and jumped.

Taking out the soft gold armor in mid-air, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his gloves and put it in. Before falling into the sea, the soft gold armor completed closing.

poof...

Everyone was in an uproar and hurriedly gathered beside the side of the ship to look down.

In the rough sea, where is the Chinese figure? The British were ashamed and angry.

He looked at the crowd and felt that everyone's eyes were gleaming with ridicule, and he felt that everyone had bad intentions.

He ran to the side of the boat and looked back at his wife.

The big wave seemed to have noticed his intention, and climbed up from the deck. When the man put one leg on the side of the ship, he hugged him and pulled him back with all his strength: "Don't..."

The British man was stunned and pulled back by his anxious wife.

He sat slumped on the deck, sighing as if he had lost his soul.

In full view of everyone, he was about to collapse after being slapped in the face.

Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated.

He suddenly understood this truth.

But how many people in this world feel the same way?
It's none of my business to look at the guests around me, but I don't think there's anything wrong with my attitude. It's still the same as before who should be looked down upon, as long as things don't fall on me.

If you use history as a mirror, you may not know the rise and fall; if you use people as a mirror, you may not know the gains and losses.

After Zhao Chuanxin entered the water, he sneaked out of the range of the Lusitania before rising to the surface and speeding eastward on the Ethereal Traveler.

His soft gold armor can be sealed, but the oxygen stored for breathing is limited, and his diving time is only slightly longer than normal diving.

He seemed to be out of that "belt" and the waves were no longer so fast.

From six o'clock in the evening to around midnight, I saw a cargo ship carrying ore and went to sleep.

At this point, it was almost thirteen hours of pure travel time.

Zhao Chuanxin was exhausted both physically and mentally, so he found a safe place to sacrifice for the stars and the moon to protect him, and fell asleep.

After sleeping for about six hours, he woke up.

After waking up, I took out the egg pudding, chicken rolls, mille-feuille and salmon mayonnaise wrapped in bread that I had taken away from the first-class restaurant on the Lusitania yesterday and heated them up for a meal.

He sat cross-legged in the cabin of the cargo ship and took out the "Code of the Old Gods" to refresh his progress.

Zhao Chuanxin was moved by his hard work.

"In this era, except Zhao, who else has such a spirit of hanging beams and stabbing buttocks?"

[I walked to the edge of the land of thieves. There were dead trees standing in the desert. Sling bags hung upside down on the branches of the dead trees. The strange hanging bags looked like beehives, which made me dare not act rashly. 】

[Curiosity drove me closer. At this time, rolling bags appeared on the sand. I took out the net cautiously, thinking it was another kowtowing insect, but I saw a weird and fat insect with its butt exposed in the sand. 】

[With the copy net in hand, I wasn’t too worried, but there was a stench coming from the wind. 】

[It was already too late when I held my breath, and I felt the sand in front of me rising up and pouring into the blue sky. Faintly, the sand formed the image of the God of Spiritual Tribulation in the sky. The God of Spiritual Tribulation roared at me. I vaguely saw the female hunter of Hongdao behind the God of Spiritual Tribulation. Her eyes were full of hatred. Although she did not speak, I Knowing that she is looking for the female monk from Hongdao, she wants to seek revenge from her. 】

Zhao Chuanxin believed that the stench emitted by the bugs' butts in the sand had a hallucinogenic effect, and that these were hallucinations produced by the fearless pioneers.

[I couldn't help but take a few steps forward. 】

[My hand seemed to have touched something soft. I looked up and looked carefully, and found that it was actually the Hongdao nun, and the softness I touched was actually hers...]

Zhao Chuanxin: My child, you are most likely thirsty.

[I pushed a little harder, then harder, and harder again... The Hongdao female monk was retreating, and I followed her step by step. 】

[The things in front of me suddenly disappeared, the sand was still sand, and I had already walked to the dead tree and pinched the hanging bag hanging on the dead tree. After the hanging bag was broken, sticky liquid and tiny seeds fell down. So, that is not the Hongdao female monk at all, everything is my imagination. 】

[Countless fart bugs burrowed out of the sand and swallowed the mucus spilled from the sling. When they squirmed, the seeds in the sling were buried deep into the sand. 】

[When I looked back, I was shocked to find that I had not just crushed one hanging bag, but all the hanging bags on the dead trees. 】

[Just when my body was about to expel toxins, new fart bugs would release toxins, forcing me to complete this journey without realizing it. 】

[I hurried away from the dead wood area, but heard a conversation in front of me. 】

[I saw two people wearing sand bandit robes digging in the sand and digging out the condensed sand shells of the kowtow beetles. 】

[They put the sand shells into bags on their backs. 】

[The tall sand bandit said: With today's kowtow beetle sand shells, I have collected enough materials to build a house. 】

[The short sand pirate said: You are so lucky. You can marry a wife and have children. I am still far behind. 】

[I think they are very smart. The kowtow bug sand shell is hollow and lighter than stone bricks. Building a high tower with sand shell can also reduce the use of mushroom slime. 】

[The residents of Rune Desert have always hated the sand pirates and considered them extremely vicious. 】

[But I saw these two sand bandits today, they are just like ordinary people. They are also working hard all day long to build houses, marry wives and have children. 】

[I followed the two sand pirates and listened to their chatter. Apart from food, clothing, shelter and transportation, they did not talk about the evil deeds of robbing traveling merchants. 】

[I can’t be sure whether they have never done this kind of thing, or whether they simply avoid talking about it. 】

[There are underground rivers deep underground in the Cursed Desert, but not everyone has the strength to dig deep in the quicksand. Even if a deep well is dug, the sand walls bonded with mushroom mucus may collapse due to moisture erosion all year round. In many cases, this kind of Collapse is a disaster for a tribe. 】

[The two sand pirates ran out of drinking water, and they headed back home soon. 】

[I followed them from a distance, and when the sun sank into the undulating sand dunes in the distance, I even put on a cloak of shadow. 】

[Finally, I followed them to the land of thieves. 】

[I stood on a sand dune, and under the remaining skylight, I saw an unusually huge skeleton that looked like a mountain peak. In the gaps between the bones, the group of thieves used thinner bones as frames to build sand walls on the outside where they were easily eroded by strong winds, and used various fabrics to build tents on the inside. 】

[Xingyue told me: According to classic records, it is said that the huge skeleton in the Land of Bandits was left behind by a certain god who died in the war. Its corpse breeds evil and greed, attracting countless people with ulterior motives to come here. Every day here The night echoed with the unwillingness and roar of the gods. 】

[I saw many bone pillars like the trunks of towering trees, and the tallest one hung a flag fluttering in the wind. On the flag was a very ferocious black dragon full of anger. 】

[The flag has been riddled with holes by the wind and sand, so one of the black dragon's legs is missing. The black dragon's sharp jaw is broken. The black dragon's dark armor seems to have been pierced by countless sharp arrows. It seems to be surrounded by enemies. There is only one lone warrior left, but he still wants to fight to the end. 】

[But the group of thieves under that ferocious flag seemed extremely peaceful at this time. There was no sign that they were the kind of villains who ate human flesh as the residents of Rune City said. They also eat common desert beans and giant beetle jerky. They cherish water more than the residents of Rune City. They even use fine sand to rub their hands and faces instead of water, but this makes the skin on their hands chapped due to lack of water. . 】

[The descendants of the nobles once told me that the entrance to the sound-absorbing cold iron mine is in the center of the land of thieves, and is guarded by a large number of desert rangers. 】

[The strength of the desert ranger is roughly equivalent to that of the explorers of Middle-earth. 】

[The descendants of the nobles also said that each sand pirate tribe is led by a black dragon knight who leads many desert rangers and ordinary sand pirates, and the leader of the group of thieves leads all the sand pirate tribes under the bones of the gods. The Black Dragon Knights each have unique skills, and their strength is not weaker than the fearless vanguard of Middle-earth. 】

[So, this is a mission full of dangers, and I have to be very alert. 】

[Although I was wearing a cloak of shadow and it was dark at this time, I still carefully tried to find no one and walked under the bones of the god. 】

[On the way, I saw the place where the black dragon rested. It was cleaned even cleaner than ordinary people's homes. 】

[Suddenly, the black dragon raised his head and looked towards me doubtfully. 】

[I didn’t dare to breathe, so I secretly put desert roots on the soles of my shoes to slow down the vibration when I walked. After all, the black dragon is a creature with poor vision but keen senses of hearing, smell, and touch. 】

[I bypassed the black dragon without any danger, and after walking for a long time, I arrived at the center of the bandit place. 】

[Sure enough, there is a dark hole there. 】

[The entrance to the cave is supported by a circle of giant beetle shells, surrounded by desert rangers wearing tight black robes and carrying various weapons. 】

[This gave me the excitement and pleasure of doing something without telling anyone in front of everyone. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was so embarrassed that he had indeed trained a habitual thief.

[While I was chuckling, a desert ranger with a mechanical prosthetic eye suddenly shouted at me: Who is there? 】

【I was shocked! 】

(End of this chapter)