mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 993: Kang Youwei: Sharpening the Knife Before Cutting Wood
Xingyue said: "The material is the same, the color is the same, only the appearance is different."

The shape of a spiritual tablet flashed on the glasses, and the previous spiritual tablet that Zhao Chuanxin had read just fit his forehead.

This tablet of spiritual consciousness has a groove.

Zhao Chuanxin reminded Xingyue: "Find an object within your knowledge that can match this groove."

Xingyue was inspired and it calculated very quickly, going through the stored contents in an instant.

Finally, a tangled mass of filaments appeared on the glasses.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "What is this?"

Xingyue said: "This is an intelligent brain."

The simple groove of the puppet merchant's spiritual consciousness completely matches a certain aspect of the intelligent brain dismantled from the construction puppet.

The black puppet craftsman dismantled the intelligent brain in the light blade machine and connected the tablet of spiritual consciousness to it.

Zhao Chuanxin read the Book of Divine Consciousness repeatedly.

Xingyue connected to the intelligent brain's central control rune fragments and instantly completed the reading, presenting the information on the glasses for Zhao Chuanxin to review.

Zhao Chuanxin saw two stickmen fighting each other through his true-vision crystal glasses.

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "To enrich the image of the stickman, just follow the image of me and the old emperor."

This time, Zhao Chuanxin saw it more intuitively.

Xingyue said: "This is the flaw of human beings. If the picture is too abstract, it will be difficult to understand."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored its muttering and watched carefully as "he" and the "old emperor" sometimes fought with fists and feet, and sometimes fought with weapons.

"Huh? Isn't this the fighting technique that No. 1749 taught?"

Xingyue said, "It's different. No. 1749's fighting skills are not this radical."

Zhao Chuanxin looked for a moment before he understood what Xingyue meant.

In the picture, the battle between "him" and the "old emperor", the two people fully understand their own strengths and weaknesses, and always make just the right moves based on their inspiration. Many times, it seems very dangerous and someone may die if they are not careful, but they always avoid it with great risk.

Xingyue suggested: "Focus and observe."

This is an ability Zhao Chuanxin gained after taking the Six Senses Potion.

When he is fully focused, his attention is highly concentrated, and his control over his body reaches its peak, the passage of time seems to slow down.

Only then did he realize that every move of "him" and the "old emperor" had been carefully calculated.

"He" struck out with a hammer. According to human habits, the "Old Emperor" would either defend, dodge, or protect his vital parts to block.

However, here the "Old Emperor" swept his leg sideways and low.

He only focused on the speed of his legs, without taking into account the defense or offense of his upper body.

Because the movement of the upper limbs will affect the speed of leg movement.

The “Old Emperor” was extremely confident, and he managed to sweep “his” calf in advance. So “his” fist didn’t hit the “Old Emperor”, but was swept down by the “Old Emperor” instead.

It looks like a life-or-death fight.

However, the two of them used the same method every time, and gradually Zhao Chuanxin saw the clue.

This is a fighting style that requires extreme precision, extreme calmness, and complete confidence.

The party that wins always knows that it will win.

This is equivalent to completely overcoming human instinct, because humans feel fear, but the two people in this fighting technique have no fear.

Zhao Chuanxin analyzed some things, but still couldn't get to the point.

At this time Xingyue said: "If I'm not mistaken, this is a fighting technique specially prepared for combat puppets."

That makes sense.

The puppet has no fear, is not afraid of pain, is precise, and is completely confident in its own strength, speed, and posture.

I was surprised and Zhao Chuanxin was startled.

If a puppet merchant were to input this fighting technique into every combat puppet installed with an intelligent brain, as long as the number was sufficient, the old emperor's army of puppet soldiers would not dare to compete with him.

As long as he has enough combat puppets, he can dominate the Cursed Desert.

Unfortunately, he died before he could realize his wish and was killed by Zhao Chuanxin.

Xingyue said: "You can definitely practice this kind of fighting technique. No attack or defense, just one strike. This kind of fighting technique seems powerful, but there are still many areas that can be improved. Because I can collect data during your battle and analyze it for you in time. There is a saying that goes - there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. I can make you the pinnacle of global martial arts."

When Zhao Chuanxin heard that the country had the strongest military force in the world, he was not interested.

What’s the point of being the world’s most powerful military force now that we’ve left the era of cold weapons?
There are not many people in this world who can fight him on equal terms.

I originally practiced swordplay just for the purpose of fighting the old emperor.

The old emperor had lost power, and he had even practiced less with the sword.

He expressed his thoughts, and Xingyue joked, "You've been getting lazy lately. You're just sitting there doing nothing anyway."

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it too.

He made a sandbag out of cowhide and used all his strength to punch and kick the sandbag.

Those moves are similar to the fighting skills that Zhao Chuanxin has already mastered, the difference lies in the fighting methods.

Because he has control over his body to an abnormal level, he can hit the target every time he shoots, he can hit the ball wherever he points when playing billiards, and he takes one meter at a time, and he can never take 1.1 meter steps.

So, this only killed half a day's time, and he lost interest and removed the sandbags.

Xingyue even specially gave this fighting technique a name - Puppet Fighting.

In the past few days, Zhao Chuanxin felt that the power of faith was increasing day by day, and it reached its peak today.

He knew that this was the result of the news that Zhang Shouzeng condemned Japan and Russia and Japan and Russia's perfunctory response was published in newspapers across the country.

In the afternoon, he picked up a newspaper and read it as usual: The Russians are fierce and aggressive, and the Japanese are arrogant and frivolous. They have a grudge against Lubin Prefecture and started a war. Fortunately, the prefect of Lubin Prefecture, Zhao Chuanxin, rushed to the king's place and severely punished the violent and arrogant people to appease the people. However, Japan and Russia have shirked their responsibilities and hindered the fight because they did not show their flags. They are actually harboring evil intentions. People in various provinces heard about it and spontaneously marched to protest...

Zhao Chuanxin flipped through the pages randomly and found a provocative advertisement about the British strongman Opium and the British swordsman Oliver Burton, but Zhao Chuanxin missed it because he did not pay enough attention to it.

He threw a stack of newspapers aside and crossed his hands behind his head: "It's time to go to Sakhalin Island to set up a peacekeeping bureau, hehe..."

At night, Zhao Chuanxin was teleported to Quetshalan.

As usual, refresh the "Code of the Old Gods" first.

Another boring day.

After the refresh, there were quite a few more living stone corpses on the table.

After Xingyue used the Light Blade Machine to peel it off, he said to Zhao Chuanxin: "In two days, we will have enough to upgrade the propulsion engine of the second-generation Youlong."

When he walked out of the underground fortress and went out of the warehouse, he saw Aguille Ida receiving a dark-skinned man in the yard.

The dry wind of Quetshalan blew his beard into a mess. His brow bones were as hard as rocks, and he had a stubborn temperament that was within reach.

Although he tried his best to be neither humble nor arrogant and although he tried his best to dress elegantly, Aguirre Ida still thought he was a weak peasant with a strong appearance.

He said, "I'm here to see Don John Constantine."

Zhao Chuanxin once deceived him by saying that his name was Aodebiao.

Apparently, John Constantine, the newly-minted Don of Quetzalan, could not stand being questioned, simply because he was in the limelight.

Emiliano Zapata learned that Zhao Chuanxin was playing Landlord, killing the mounted patrol police, and even made the governor of Puebla compromise.

One thing is more sensational than the next.

Although Don John Constantine also became a member of the mounted police at this time, combined with his astonishing deeds, Emiliano Zapata was 70% sure that this strange man had some similar goals and ambitions to him.

Aguirre Ida apparently mistook Emiliano Zapata for a peasant seeking help.

He immediately took out a pen and paper and said, "Tell me your request and I will convey it to Don John Constantine."

"No." How dare Emiliano Zapata say that he came to ask for weapons for rebellion?
His eyes were firm and his tone was emphasized: "I want to talk to him in person. This matter is very important."

Aguilera Ida nodded. "Everyone said so, but in the end it was me who recorded it and passed it on to Don John Constantine."

"you……"

Rebellion is no small matter.

This is an ancient, dangerous and magnificent sport.

Emiliano Zapata would never reveal a word to a teenager.

The two men were in a stalemate in the yard, neither of them willing to give in.

Until Zhao Chuanxin came out.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was wearing a short, black, loose work jacket with a small chili pepper embroidered on the chest.

He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, a black knitted hat on his head, and sunglasses.

The pants are khaki and the boots are black.

In the future, this kind of dressing will be called clean fit.

In fact, Aguirre Ida, Miguel Esteban and Justino also have the same set of clothes, which are the work clothes prepared by Zhao Chuanxin for them, and the characteristic uniforms of the police squad of the Quetzalan Cavalry Patrol. There are two sets in total. One set is this, and the other is a fishtail windbreaker, which is suitable for wartime and daily life respectively.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin was always unkempt.

Since he had a puppet servant, Lao Zhao said goodbye to his slovenliness.

Don't be fooled by his burly build and hard edges.

In fact, his skin is more delicate than a woman's. There is not a single pimple on his body, and his skin will not get tanned no matter how much he is exposed to the sun.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to have bronze skin, but ever since he got the Starry Sky Root, this wish would be difficult to realize in his lifetime.

When they met that day, Emiliano Zapata saw that Zhao Chuanxin's clothes were covered with dead grass, leaves and dust.

When he saw him again today, he knew at a glance that this Asian man was definitely not a farmer who rolled around in the fields, nor did he look like a warrior.

"Don John Constantine." Although Emiliano Zapata led his men in rebellion, he became inexplicably restrained in front of this man.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "You're here, but you didn't bring any gifts? No need to be so polite."

"..." Emiliano Zapata: "This... I came in a hurry and forgot to prepare it. Please forgive me."

There is a shed in the yard of the White House Tavern, under which are several tables.

Zhao Chuanxin invited him to sit down.

This made Emiliano Zapata uneasy, after all, it happened in public, in broad daylight.

Asking Aguilera Ida to make tea, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "I heard that you led people to attack the big estate, vowing to take back the land for the farmers? Tell me, what is your future career plan?"

Emiliano Zapata was completely stunned.

I...what kind of high-end game is this? Even if you are rebelling, you still have to talk about future career planning?

He stammered: "The land is returned to its original owner."

At this time, Emiliano Zapata had just grown up and had no detailed, specific and lofty ideas. As soon as he opened his mouth, he revealed the simplicity of a peasant rebel.

"Opportunities come to those who are prepared, but you are making blind preparations." Zhao Chuanxin dragged the porcelain ashtray off the golden sandalwood table. "The land is returned to the original owner, and then new landlords emerge to encroach on the land. Is this a vicious cycle?"

“Ah…” Emiliano Zapata actually never thought so far ahead until the day he died. He humbly asked: “Don John Constantine, what do you think we can do to avoid this vicious cycle?”

"Dividing the land..."

Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

Is it possible to restore crystal across time and space?
Emiliano Zapata scratched his head: "What's the difference between this and what I said?"

"I know you're anxious, but please don't be anxious." Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette: "This is the early stage. If we want to avoid a vicious cycle, we still need land reform..."

In countries around the world that attach importance to agriculture, farmers' desire to divide up land and property is almost "greedy" and far greater than their desire for actual struggle.

What Zhao Chuanxin taught Emiliano Zapata would not only make him offend capitalists and big landowners, but also offend the bureaucrats in Mexico at that time and some small landowners who controlled a small amount of means of production.

The advantage of doing this is that he can win the hearts of a large number of grassroots farmers and expand the armed forces.

He will break completely with capital.

Emiliano Zapata could not understand: "If the peasants' land no longer belongs to the peasants, if another Porfirio Díaz appears, all the land will go into the same pocket."

Obviously, he disagreed with this.

Zhao Chuanxin did not refute, and what he said was very likely to happen in Mexico.

The two drank tea and chatted while watching the morning sun rise over the mountains.

Zhao Chuanxin finally came to the conclusion—this guy was quite stubborn.

"I'll give you the first batch of guns and ammunition as a gift, just as a token of friendship." Zhao Chuanxin said, "But you'll have to pay real money for the subsequent weapons. You can buy any military equipment from me."

"Don John Constantine, what is your purpose in helping me like this?"

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his hand, his body relaxed, looking up at the sky, and sighed before he spoke: "When I was on the battlefield, I saw you taking risks in the hail of bullets, and the bullets passed by my ears, but what I heard were the cries of the Mexican farmers."

For a moment, Emiliano Zapata was moved by himself.

My eyes are red.

Yes, they are doing great things, they are fighting for the weak, they are fighting for the "majority" of Mexico, they are committed to changing this poor country...

Aguilera Ida witnessed and heard how Don John Constantine gradually deceived this peasant-born rebel.

When he sent Emiliano Zapata away, the other's eyes were still red.

After returning, Aguirre Ida said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Don John Constantine, I have a feeling that Mexico will fall into a new round of war curse."

"Listen to me..." Zhao Chuanxin put out his cigarette and looked at him: "All of Mexico will thank you!"

Just like the cycle of order and chaos in the Central Plains dynasties, 95.6% of Mexican farmers had lost their land at this time. In Puebla alone, landless farmers accounted for 99.5% of the total number of farmers. The town of Quetzalan was full of Camilo Torque's bonded farmers.

Even an ignorant country boy like Aguilera Ida had sensed that a storm was about to come.

In the driest season, the grass catches fire at the first spark.

……

East of San Francisco, the town of Oakland.

Feng Ru founded the Guangdong Aircraft Company here, where he served as the chief engineer and was manufacturing aircraft.

He has some overseas Chinese investors. They come not only to make money, but also because they see the great powers bullying China and the aviation industry in various countries developing in full swing. They want to be patriotic and make money at the same time.

What? Building airplanes in the United States is not patriotic?
Feng Ru had already made up his mind that once the test flight was successful, he would move the company back to Guangzhou.

However, he was somewhat worried because it was said that the imperial court had no interest in aviation and did not understand its importance at all.

Feng Ru believes that aircraft will definitely occupy an important place on future battlefields.

If he stayed in the United States, he would achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Returning to China, it’s twice the effort with half the result.

Because when he returned, he would not only continue to develop aircraft and test-drive them, but he would also have to popularize aviation knowledge to the people and the court.

Otherwise, the great powers will be at the forefront whether on land, sea or in the air.

However, the domestic development pattern is always one of being beaten and then realizing the consequences later.

It’s infuriating just thinking about it.

Now there is a problem. Some investors have lost confidence and want to give up additional investment, leaving Feng Ru with nothing left.

At this time, a friend told him that there was a gang leader named Yu Wenxuan in Chinatown, and perhaps he could ask him for help in introducing him to a big shot.

Feng Ru finally found time to go back to San Francisco and find Yu Wenxuan. In the teahouse, Yu Wenxuan told Feng Ru: "There is a man I met once. He is not only rich, but also good at war and willing to help us Chinese."

Feng Ru became interested as soon as he heard it: "Yu Sheng, the person you are talking about is not a man of both civil and military talents? Who is he?"

"Zhao Chuanxin!" Yu Wenxuan said with a smile, holding a cigar between his legs. "The last time we met, Mr. Zhao fought against an entire American army by himself. So impressive! I heard that he made a lot of money on Wall Street."

Feng Ru's eyes lit up: "Mr. Zhao, I know him. Over the years, he has dealt a heavy blow to Tsarist Russia and Japan, killing the British and making them lose their temper. Even the Germans are afraid of him. But how can I contact Mr. Zhao?"

Yu Wenxuan was waiting for this sentence. He said proudly, "As I said, Mr. Zhao and I have a life-long friendship..."

Whose life are you taking?

Zhao Chuanxin saved the life of an American soldier while Yu Wenxuan watched from the sidelines. This is the relationship between them.

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin did not leave him any contact information, but Yu Wenxuan joined Anliangtang, respected Situ Meitang as "uncle", and respected Situ Meitang as the boss.

Now he is also a member of the Hongmen.

Then naturally we can contact Situ Meitang.

……

Torreón, Mexico.

Kang Youwei has been very busy recently.

Before that, he rallied overseas royalists to issue a document in support of the Outline of the Constitution.

"I originally wanted to protect the emperor, and my loyalty is well known."

Unfortunately, all his old enemies, including Cixi, Guangxu, Ronglu and others, have died.

Kang Youwei took a different approach and attacked Yuan Weiting from a tricky angle, saying that Emperor Guangxu was poisoned to death by Yuan Weiting.

While he was overseas, he used the Royalist Party to maintain frequent contact with domestic petition groups, and he did not forget to make money.

He came to Torreón to inspect his property and to make additional investments.

After all, some industries were seized by Zhao Chuanxin in New York, and part of the monthly income had to be allocated to the New York Lawson Trust Company.

Mexico is one of his important investment destinations.

He was riding in a carriage, looking at the dried crops in the fields beside the street, which looked very familiar. He frowned and asked, "Isn't that opium? Who planted it?"

The attendant said, "Sir, it is said that the Chinese planted the poppy fields. The locals like to plant sugarcane. However, in recent years, some local Mexican gentry have colluded with the cavalry police to seize the poppy fields of the Chinese. These Mexican gentry really have sinister intentions..."

(End of this chapter)