mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 955 Too cruel
When Rebecca Levi sobered up a little, she opened her eyes and looked around, but there was no sign of Zhao Chuanxin.

But there were three neatly stacked piles of clothes next to the bed.

Each stack also had a cardboard label with the following printed on it: Rebecca Levy, Nina, Tang Qunying.

Rebecca Levy smiled happily.

Rebecca Levy's clothes were a loose camel-colored woolen coat, a black half-high collar cashmere sweater, a dark blue floral long skirt with four-season flowers, and a pair of exquisite black leather boots.

Without mentioning anything else, just talking about the long skirt, Rebecca Levy touched it and felt that the fabric was unheard of.

Huawei is a peculiar fabric, which specifically refers to a blend of silk and linen during the Song Dynasty.

The people of Linchuan and Shangrao used new ideas to create the "Xingu yarn", which is made of pure silk and banana bones, twisted together.

At that time, the price was very high and only the rich could afford it.

In fact, it is a blended silk fabric made of a white and fine yellow grass core, linen, silk, and now wool.

The Chinese are extremely intelligent and skillful, and there are countless skilled craftsmen.

Zhao Chuanxin has always considered himself a craftsman and likes to collect rare things.

This material was just bought casually at that time.

The skirts made are indeed extraordinary.

Rebecca Levy shook it off and saw two lines of words embroidered vertically on the right leg of her skirt: I am not afraid of Jingzhao Yin in life, and I am not afraid of Yama King in death.

Tattoos were popular during the Tang Dynasty. There was a guy named Zhang Gan in Chang'an who tattooed these two sentences on his left and right arms.

Why did the various cultures of China decline and even break off in the next century? Why did the Koreans verbally claim them as their own?
It's not that it's bad or without flaws, it's just that there are too many people who rely on ancient things. They think that things left by their ancestors can remain unchanged, and they must be excellent, and there is no need to make changes or improvements.

If you don’t know how to innovate and keep up with the times, you will inevitably decline.

Later, a small trend of national style emerged, and the situation was barely reversed.

Zhao Chuanxin took the lead and used ancient materials to make modern skirts, adding some rebellious elements to the traditional conservative skirt style.

There is fashion in solemnity and rebellion in fashion.

Rebecca Levy put on the suit, looked in the full-length mirror, and was immediately amazed by Zhao Chuanxin's craftsmanship.

Every detail is really exquisite.

For example, the words embroidered on the right leg of the skirt use a brand new, wild and flowing font, which is obviously Zhao Chuanxin's original creation.

The words are embroidered above the knees, which brings up the focus of the skirt. The high waistline makes her look taller, and her long legs look rounder and fuller when she walks.

The woolen coat, half-high collar sweater and boots are very plain, but the skirt is decorated with many flowers, and with two lines of words as a finishing touch, she will be the brightest person on the street no matter where she is.

Because those two lines form a sharp contrast with Rebecca Levy's personality, there is a sense of humor in the contrast.

The sweater and boots are deliberately contrasted in color.

Rebecca Levy knew that tomorrow was the first day of the Lunar New Year and a very grand occasion, so she took off the dress and waited to wear it again tomorrow.

She couldn't help but look through Tang Qunying and Nina's clothes.

The outfits of the two of them are very interesting, from the fabric to the style.

For example, there are words embroidered on Tang Qunying's clothes: This old man is scratching his lice, and the young ones are scrambling to get close to the fire. When I think of teaching you, you all are equal to me.

There is a story about a private school where a teacher with a high level of education misread "郁郁乎文哉" as "都都平丈我" when teaching the Analects. The students could not tell the difference and followed suit by reading "都都平丈我".

One day, another teacher came to the school and burst into laughter after listening to what they said. He wanted to correct this group of students.

As a result, the students all thought that the new teacher was wrong and dispersed.

The new gentleman was confused.

When Rebecca Levy enthusiastically gave the clothes to Nina and Tang Qunying.

Tang Qunying thought the dress was very beautiful at first.

Then I saw the limerick and couldn't help gritting my teeth.

What exactly does Zhao Tan Gong want to express?

Is he trying to get me to be less serious and more humorous?
Or did he think that what I did might not be right, and that it might set a bad precedent for future generations that would be difficult to reverse in the future?
Tang Qunying looked in the mirror again and snorted, "I just wore it anyway!"

……

When Zhao Chuanxin went to Ao Island, it was very lively, but Li Ziyu's house was unusually deserted, with only the two siblings having dinner.

Zhao Chuanxin was caught off guard, as he was holding a bottle of shaoguo and a bottle of Lafite in his hands.

"Why just the two of you?"

Li Ziyu saw Zhao Chuanxin suddenly coming and quickly stood up: "Send them all home for the New Year."

He has become accustomed to Zhao Chuanxin's mysterious appearances.

Li Zining stood up and said shyly, "Master, Happy New Year."

Zhao Chuanxin pinched her buttocks secretly and said, "Zining, Happy New Year."

"Hmm..." Li Zining was suppressed and excited.

Yes, that's the feeling.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Chuanxin pinched her hard again.

This taste will satisfy her.

"Hmm..." Li Zining groaned.

Li Ziyu asked in surprise: "Zining, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother, no, nothing..."

Zhao Chuanxin sat down and poured a glass of wine: "Come on, let's have a drink."

Gulp, he drank the liquor in the wine cup.

Li Ziyu: "..."

He had a moderate alcohol tolerance, so he drank it anyway.

Immediately his face turned red.

Li Zining had a good alcohol tolerance, his expression remained unchanged, and he even raised an eyebrow at Zhao Chuanxin.

In Zhao Chuanxin's view, this was as if saying: Come on, abuse me.

So Zhao Chuanxin, not being accustomed to others at all, filled up the cup and said, "Come on, Zining, let's have a drink."

Gulp, they both drank another cup.

"Come on, Zining, let's have another drink."

Gudong.

Li Ziyu advised: "Okay, okay, eat some food."

Li Zining's cheeks were slightly red, and he waved his hand and said, "Brother, don't worry about it! Master, let's drink another one."

Li Ziyu: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin and she drank six in a row.

Li Zining is floating.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up cheerfully: "I still have to go to Hong Kong Island, you guys continue eating. Also, I have a plan here, which is the charter of Royal Dutch Shell Oil Company to establish a distribution point in Australia Island. Take a look, it's very tax-friendly to Australia Island."

Li Ziyu took the plan and said nothing, but Li Zining stood up shakily and asked with a raised eyebrow: "What's wrong? Master, do you want to escape?"

When Zhao Chuanxin pretended to help Li Zining, he took the opportunity to twist her waist.

"what……"

The sound is very enchanting.

Li Ziyu frowned: "Zining, if you can't drink well, don't force yourself to drink. How can that be disgraceful?"

"I……"

Li Zining was angry, but she didn't dare to tell Zhao Chuanxin that he had choked her.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said, "Let's go."

……

Zhao Chuanxin had very little confidence in his management abilities, so he was trying something very new at this time.

No other person in power could take care of so many places like he did, especially in an era without passenger planes.

Lotus Building, Hong Kong Island.

There are police everywhere outside.

There was a platform on the Lotus Tower, with a long red ribbon hanging on it.

This is a custom that came from Guangzhou. During the late Qing Dynasty, the residents of Guangzhou usually governed themselves. There were gates, militia and officials in each neighborhood. Each neighborhood had a temple, and representatives from the residents came out to discuss matters, which was called temple meetings.

When someone needs to convene the residents to hold a temple meeting, they have to pass the lottery, which is like the chicken feather letter in the northwest region.

In addition, there is a most advanced form of call, which is to post a long red sign.

There are many Cantonese people in Hong Kong Island, so this custom has been passed down.

In later gangster movies, there are still scenes of auctioning long-term profits, but the young and dangerous people at that time had basically forgotten the traditional meaning of long-term profits. It was more of a symbolic meaning or a means of showing off financial strength.

The fact that Xuantian Sect can keep posting red banners for a long time naturally means that its prestige has reached its peak and it has great support in Hong Kong Island.

This is actually true.

Under the British rule, the police station in Hong Kong Island became increasingly corrupt, and various gangs emerged one after another. At first, they protected the interests of their own people, but later they did all kinds of evil and would do anything to get ahead as long as their interests were involved.

Since the establishment of Xuantian Sect, it seems that we have returned to the situation of self-governance by the people during the temple council period. If the police want to extort money, they have to ask Xuantian Sect for consent first.

If someone does something evil, the arbitration panel can usually help the victim find the culprit and bring him to justice.

Besides the police, there were also thugs from various gangs outside.

"The Xuantian Sect is too overbearing. The gangs we didn't join have their jobs inserted into their ranks."

"Who said it wasn't true? If things continue like this, where will we be able to survive?"

"Is there no one to treat them?"

"Yes, just wait and see. After Hei Gu Ren surrendered, a new Thirteen Righteous Men emerged, and a new Twelve-bottom Double Flower Red Stick. I heard that even that Big Jar Peach is no match for him."

"There's something good to watch."

As he was talking, someone outside pushed the crowd and said, "Make way. How can we keep crowding here?"

With an overwhelming force, everyone was separated involuntarily.

Everyone turned around and saw a tall man in a green robe walking into the inner circle. He had flowing hair and walked forward with his hands behind his back. He could push everyone away with just his arms...

There were ten banquet tables set up in the Lotus Tower.

The main table was occupied by Xuantian Sect's deputy leader Li Guangzong, elder Zheng Guohua, Li Zhitao from the Judgment Group, a group of guest elders from the Council of Elders, and Hei Guren from Hongmen, etc. The rest were from other gangs, elites from all walks of life in Hong Kong Chinese society, etc.

At this time, a tall, strong, red-faced man at Shisanyi's table suddenly stood up and bowed to Li Guangzong's table and said, "Master Li, there is something I don't understand."

Li Guangzong was talking to someone else, but this person's loud voice made everyone quiet.

Li Guangzong was dressed in a suit and tie, had a casual attitude, and his short hair was combed neatly.

He held a cigarette between his legs, spoke calmly, raised his head slightly and asked: "This little brother is Han Renxiong from the Thirteenth Righteousness, right? I've heard of you, the new twelfth righteer from the Thirteenth Righteousness, double flower red stick, everyone says you're a good fighter, even the big jar peach is no match for you. Not bad, not bad. Just say whatever you want to say."

There are two things about Li Guangzong that are worthy of admiration.

First, he never looks down on anyone and is very good at remembering names and statistics.

Second, no matter what happens, he remains calm and composed.

Just like some time ago, many members of the Arbitration Panel were arrested, but others could not see any panic on his face. He was always calm and confident.

Being cared for by the deputy leader of Xuantian Sect is enough to make Han Renxiong proud.

He was somewhat smug.

But today he was looking for trouble, so he said with a stern face: "Master Li, on what basis did you, Xuantian Sect, seal off our rice shop, teahouse, and boneyard?"

Li Guangzong slowly put out the remaining half of his cigarette in the blue and white porcelain ashtray.

In fact, he seldom smokes, but if someone gives him a cigarette, he will light it up and usually hold it in his hand without smoking, letting it burn out.

He wiped his hands with a wet towel to prevent his fingers from getting yellowed. He was not angry, but smiled and said, "It's normal business, Xuantian Sect will not interfere with anyone's business."

Because today is New Year's Eve, Li Guangzong is from outside the Great Wall. People from outside the Great Wall are even taboo to say unlucky words like "over" and "death" when it comes to the twelfth lunar month, let alone New Year's Eve.

Li Guangzong just wanted to save their face and didn't say everything.

But those who know the inside story understand what he is saying.

Han Renxiong pretended to be confused even though he knew the truth: "I am confused when Sect Leader Li said that. Aren't we the Thirteen Righteous Ones just operating normally? Is there anything abnormal about that?"

As he spoke, he opened his arms and looked around with the eyes of an eagle and a wolf.

Not to mention, he has been in the limelight in the past six months, with the spirit of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger. Many old veterans have failed at his hands.

Everyone avoided his sight and did not look at him.

Li Guangzong threw away the towel, put his hands on the table and said, "Tomorrow is the Spring Festival. Let's talk about this later. The police officers outside also want to have a quiet New Year."

Han Renxiong sneered three times: "The Sirs can have a peaceful New Year, Xuantian Sect can too, and everyone here can too. But only our Thirteen Righteousness has had several stores closed down, and Xuantian Sect is willing to be a running dog of the police. Don't you have any objections?"

Everyone lowered their heads.

Especially some prominent businessmen.

Li Guangzong looked around, then at Han Renxiong, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Some people still don't give up.

He pinched his forehead and said, "Renxiong, what do you want?"

Li Zhitao, who was standing next to him, had veins popping out of his neck.

Xuantian Sect is different from other gangs.

No one dared to speak unless Li Guangzong gave the order, and the rules were strict.

Otherwise, with Li Zhitao's temper, he would have turned the table over long ago.

Damn, who are you with?
Han Renxiong waved his strong and powerful arm: "I want an explanation, otherwise we Thirteen Righteousness will not have a good New Year."

"What do you want to explain?" Li Guangzong stared at him with sharp eyes.

"I heard that Xuantian Sect's leader Zhao Chuanxin is very good at fighting and is known as the God of War." Han Renxiong said in a dangerous tone, looking proud and confident: "But I, Han Renxiong, am also invincible in Hong Kong. Jianghu affairs should be resolved according to the rules of Jianghu. If leader Zhao doesn't use quick guns, would he dare to fight me? If I win, our rice shop, teahouse and boneyard will continue to operate. If I lose, you can do whatever you want!"

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Han Renxiong practiced Sanzhan Boxing and Chuojiao since he was young, and also practiced Western boxing with the British for two years.

A combination of Chinese and Western styles, and proficient in both southern boxing and northern kicking.

Since his debut, his undefeated record has made him more and more ambitious.

As a warrior, if you are afraid at all, it will be impossible to have no defeats.

A warrior without the courage to charge forward is not a qualified warrior. At this time, there is no such thing as stopping when practicing martial arts. Usually, the winner is decided by life and death.

When everyone adopts a humble attitude of "stopping when enough" and emphasizes "martial ethics", that is the time when martial arts will decline.

Killing people and still talking about morality, are you crazy?
When Han Renxiong said this, everyone was shocked.

Li Zhitao couldn't hold it in any longer, and suddenly stood up and pointed at Han Renxiong and cursed: "How dare you fight with our leader?"

Li Guangzong stretched out his hand and fanned the air, and Li Zhitao sat down sullenly.

Han Renxiong laughed: "Why? Master Zhao doesn't dare to accept the challenge?"

At this time, at the stairs, a man walked upstairs with his hands behind his back and entered the hall.

The judges at the door bowed immediately upon seeing this: "Master!"

Zhao Chuanxin's outfit is so ethereal that he only needs to carry some BGM with him.

"Zhao, since when do martial artists dare to compete with cultivators of immortality?" Zhao Chuanxin grinned, holding a cigar in his mouth.

He took a puff of his cigar and blew a smoke ring into the sky. With his smiling face, he immediately fell from being a peerless master to a mortal.

"Head!"

Everyone left their seats, stood up and called out respectfully.

Orderliness means momentum.

Han Renxiong's arrogance was immediately suppressed.

Zhao Chuanxin walked forward with a cigar in his mouth.

Han Renxiong felt that his limelight was stolen and angrily asked, "Master Zhao, do you dare to fight?"

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "What are you making such a fuss about? If you can't do anything, just go to the kids' table."

"you……"

Like Li Guangzong, Zhao Chuanxin felt that it was better not to cause trouble during the New Year. Even if they didn't seek good luck, at least they shouldn't spoil everyone's fun.

So he ignored Han Renxiong and went straight to Li Guangzong.

But Han Renxiong was blind and suddenly pointed his finger at Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao Chuanxin, others are afraid of you, but I, Han Renxiong, am not. Don't underestimate the heroes of the world!"

There was silence in the hall.

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faded: "I'll give you a chance, get out of the way."

The angry Han Renxiong suddenly rushed up and kicked Zhao Chuanxin in the calf.

If an ordinary person was hit by his tackle, he would either have his calf broken or lose a layer of skin.

Zhao Chuanxin still had his hands behind his back, but suddenly he raised his leg and accurately blocked Han Renxiong's outstretched leg.

Han Renxiong's legs involuntarily raised up, and Zhao Chuanxin grabbed them.

Han Renxiong tried desperately to retract his legs, but his legs didn't move at all.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled one of his legs and swung it lightly.

Han Renxiong was panicked and helpless. He watched helplessly as Zhao Chuanxin swung him around twice and then threw him to the ceiling.

boom!
Han Renxiong's body hit the ceiling, and as he fell, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and did a back kick.

boom!
Han Renxiong was kicked in the jaw and his body spun like a fallen leaf, breaking through the window. He flew out of the window thirteen or fourteen meters away, landed on the ground, and rolled another four or five meters away.

Everyone leaned over the window to look, and saw that Han Renxiong's neck was stretched unnaturally, his jaw was shattered, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he was lying motionless on the ground.

The kick actually separated his cervical vertebrae and broke his jaw.

I blanch...

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin again, their eyes filled with fear.

Zhao Chuanxin brushed off the wrinkles on his robe and said, "Oh, my neck can be broken, my chin can be shattered, but my robe cannot be messed up!"

Everyone: "..."

The Thirteen Righteous Men outside started shouting and cursing upon seeing this, while preparing to charge at the guards of the Judgment Group.

They didn't know what happened above, but they roughly guessed that Han Renxiong was beaten to death by the Xuantian Sect's people, which was a signal to start a war.

Zhao Chuanxin recalled the rumor that after he was seriously injured, Hong Kong Governor Lu Ya ordered the police to arrest the members of the arbitration panel.

He became more and more daring, bent his knees and jumped up, stepped on the shoulders of several people, jumped out of the window, and landed gracefully on the ground.

He grabbed the whip of a Thirteen Righteous Men and punched him in the face.

Click!

The man was hit and fell to the ground, bouncing a bit.

Turn around and whip kick.

Snapped!
One of them had half of his ribs broken and his body bent like a shrimp.

Zhao Chuanxin used the Desert Root to jump three meters high, bending his elbows as he fell.

Click!

One person's neck was crooked.

An Indian patrolman nearby pulled out his baton and wanted to hit Zhao Chuanxin on the back. Zhao Chuanxin slightly turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and caught the baton with the back of his head as if he had eyes. He snatched it away, and thrust it into the Indian patrolman's mouth. He jumped 1.7 meters on the spot and kicked the baton with his legs and feet.

puff!

Passing through the back of the head.

I boil!

The people around him roared and retreated.

So damn cruel!

Another white patrolman tremblingly reached for the revolver in his holster.

Zhao Chuanxin approached him at lightning speed, grabbed his wrist and twisted it apart.

Click!

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his revolver, threw it hard, and stabbed the barrel into the white policeman's eye socket.

boom!
Red, white...

These gang members who claim to be on the brink of death were even scared to the point of screaming and wetting their pants...

(End of this chapter)