Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Marcus Nkrumah returned with sandwiches and bought twelve.

He handed it to Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the old beggar, and Marcus Nkrumah reluctantly passed it to the old beggar.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Chuanxin fell into deep thought again.

The old beggar took the lobster sandwich and ate it with relish. Perhaps due to years of hunger, his stomach had shrunk badly, so he didn't eat much.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the wine, the old beggar drank it slowly, while Marcus Nkrumah drank it gulply.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything, his expression was sometimes conflicted, sometimes relaxed, sometimes confused, and sometimes clear.

The old beggar started playing the suona, which Zhao Chuanxin found unpleasant to the ear, so he said, "Teach me how to play it."

The old beggar was not worried that he would take his job, so he started by teaching him posture, mouth shape and hand shape.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin understood it immediately.

Then he taught Zhao Chuanxin what tube tones and various scales were, and then he taught Zhao Chuanxin how to blow long notes, how to blow the notes flat, and how to blow the air steadily.

Zhao Chuanxin is able to achieve a smooth tone and breath with ease.

Afterwards, the old beggar taught Zhao Chuanxin how to switch between high notes and middle notes.

A white man frowned and said condescendingly: "If you continue to make noise, I will call the police and ask them to drive you Chinese away."

Saying "Englishman" or "Frenchman" does not have a derogatory meaning.

But Chinaman, it is discriminatory.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids were twitching wildly, murderous intent was boiling, and there was a faint red light flickering and bouncing between his fingers.

At this time, the old beggar said, "You have learned everything you should learn. Why don't you play one of your songs and let this man listen to it?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled grimly.

A repetitive and simple tune was played, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and the pedestrians stopped.

It was as if someone was casting a curse. Those with guilty consciences were cursed into the evil path, while those with open minds felt that the scene was grand and solemn.

This is because the first few scales of the song are sonorous and powerful, like chanting scriptures, while the pitch of the latter part is lowered until it is inaudible, which is different from the clear and loud words of chanting scriptures in temples.

In each short paragraph, the former is solemn and the latter is weird.

People who are solemn at heart only hear solemnity, and people who are sneaky at heart only hear evil.

The old beggar was shocked. When the suona stopped playing, he couldn't help but ask, "What is this song?"

Zhao Chuanxin put down the suona and said, "The Soul-Calling Sanskrit Sound."

The old beggar smiled bitterly: "Look, solemn and evil, half devil and half Buddha."

The white man opened his mouth wide and stared at Zhao Chuanxin in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin said to him: "I give you two choices, either send you to see God, or get out."

For some reason, the white man shuddered.

He actually lowered his head guiltily and said, "Sorry, sorry, I disturbed you..."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The old beggar nodded: "Although there are evil thoughts in this song, it is not pessimistic, and even has the meaning of bliss. I only hope that the mountains and rivers in your heart are peaceful and the tigers and leopards are hidden."

Zhao Chuanxin returned the suona to the old beggar and took out a stack of big-eye gold coins and put them in the old beggar's bowl.

The old beggar saw that the gold coin was very fresh, so he picked it up and looked at it over and over again: "Good money. You are arrogant and rude, and you are arrogant and unyielding. You are not like a person of this world. I thank you for your money. Before it is robbed by the street thugs in New York, I must find a place to spend it all."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and left with Marcus Nkrumah.

At this time, the sun and moon were both obscured in New York, the sky and the earth were dyed in ink, and dark clouds were about to descend from the sky, and heavy rain was about to pour.

Because there was also Marcus Nkrumah, Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly found a carriage.

The driver was flirting with a young girl, and when he saw that one of them was Chinese and the other was black, he said, "I won't take you."

Zhao Chuanxin spat, "Fuck you, a man in his thirties or forties is still in love, you're disgusting. Hurry up and drive the car, if we get caught in the rain, I'll pick your tonsils."

After saying that, he got on the carriage first.

The driver opened the door and said, "I told you I won't take you."

Zhao Chuanxin patted his back.

The driver thought to himself: I want to see what medicine you have in your gourd.

So he looked at Zhao Chuanxin intently.

Zhao Chuanxin turned slightly sideways, with a Mazda 9 pistol tucked onto his back.

Driver: I see, the gourd is filled with gunpowder, so it's okay.

Get on the bus quickly and catch it.

Zhao Chuanxin stayed in Ethan Manor for another two days.

Freddy Pavitt did his job conscientiously and sent a telegram to Hong Kong Island and Lubin Prefecture without being told to do so, informing them that Zhao Chuanxin was in New York.

Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue forged weapons and equipment, sorted out their ideas, and sent a telegram to Yao Shijie, the general manager of the Official Goods Bureau of Lubin Prefecture, to instruct him on some things.

It rained continuously in New York, and the next morning, a carriage drove into the manor.

Marcus Nkrumah went out with a few umbrellas, and when the carriage door opened, he saw several Chinese.

He only recognized Situ Meitang among them, so he grinned at Situ Meitang.

Situ Meitang smiled at him in a friendly manner, took the umbrella and gave one to each of the two people beside him, and asked the rest to wait in the carriage.

After the three entered the villa, they saw Freddy Pavitt.

"Mr. Pavitt, we are here to visit Mr. Zhao."

Freddy Pavitt invited the three into the reception room and sent someone to look for Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin naturally recognized Situ Meitang: "Brother Situ is here."

He smiled when he looked at the other person.

Zhao Chuanxin knew Sun Gongwu and knew what he looked like, but had never met him.

"Old Sun is here, please sit down."

Before Sun Gongwu could say anything, a man appeared from behind him.

"Pass on the torch."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, stepped forward, grabbed Shuangxi's arm and pulled him to his side: "Why did you come to New York?"

Shuangxi was also very excited and expressed his true feelings: "I came here to protect Mr. Sun."

Seeing Shuangxi wearing an old Colt revolver on his waist, Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "What a bunch of crap, Freddy, go to the warehouse and get two Lugang M1907s."

After a moment, Freddy Pavitt turned around and handed two pistols to Shuangxi, along with four magazines and two boxes of bullets.

In addition, there is a shoulder strap. Zhao Chuanxin said: "This thing is not suitable for battlefields, but suitable for daily wear."

So I taught him how to use it.

Shuangxi played with the Lugang M1907 and liked it very much: "It's a good gun."

Sun Gongwu took the opportunity to speak: "Mr. Zhao, this time I am here to beg for alms."

He had heard that Zhao Chuanxin didn't like ink.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean by sir or not? Let's just talk about buddies. I'll call you Lao Sun and you call me Lao Zhao."

The four of them took their seats.

Situ Meitang was friends with Sun Gongwu, and even gave him an honorary seat in the hall.

When Sun Gongwu was brought to his house this time, Zhao Chuanxin knew that something bad was bound to happen.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin chose not to meet Sun Gongwu even though he was very close to him. The main reason was that this man would hold a high position in the future. Zhao Chuanxin knew that he was a rebellious person and it was hard to guarantee that there would be rifts and conflicts between them in the future.

He asked, "Why would I beg for alms? Even the maids in this manor are starving, so how can there be any donors?"