Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin tried several times to say something to Zhao Lingjun and Zhao Nianzhen.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

To say less might be counterproductive.

The two girls are quite old, but it seems that they have not yet passed the rebellious stage...

If I talk too much, I’m worried that it will affect the relationship between father and daughter.

He just sent a message to Benjamin: Tell that little bastard Yao Bing to wait and he will break both of his legs the next time they meet.

Benjamin replied with a smiley face: "Master, you broke my legs, I'm afraid my two sisters won't let you go. Moreover, this matter doesn't seem to be as simple as you think."

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth, helpless.

Sooner or later, you will have to pay for what you have done.

Zhao Chuanxin was extremely anxious and couldn't vent his anger.

After a while, he simply called Benjamin: "What's the situation?"

What he actually wanted to ask was the relationship between the two girls and the young apprentice.

But Benjamin thought for a moment and said, "Gods and demons are gradually becoming chaotic. Gods and demons are all man-made. It's funny to say that God seems to want to be immortal and has come to me for help."

I don't know whether Benjamin was pretending to be ignorant when he knew the truth, or he was thinking about something else and was talking about something else.

Zhao Chuanxin's attention was diverted. He sneered, "Can something with a health bar be called a god? It's disappointing. According to historical practice, when humans create gods, they will inevitably bring about great disasters."

Never an exception.

After hanging up the phone.

Yao Bing, who was eavesdropping beside Benjamin Goldberg, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master didn't scold me."

Benjamin said with a smile: "Master, he knows the personalities of his two daughters."

Yao Bing looked helpless and confused: "I should have died on the battlefield. Living like this not only disappoints my master, but also my two junior sisters."

"Don't do this." Benjamin scolded, "The rich and stable life in Lugang Town, Lubin Prefecture and Tianshangfei are all bought by Master with his freedom. You don't cherish it and do some shitty things. Look outside, there will be chaos soon."

In March of the following year, Benjamin wrote to Zhao Chuanxin to tell him that Wang Long had died on the peninsula.

Died on the battlefield.

The old man from Lugang Town has been buried alive.

Zhao Chuanxin had a batch of mahogany wood, which he used to make a coffin.

The coffin should be seven feet three inches long, seven feet three inches long, so that you can travel all over the world.

There were cloud patterns carved on the coffin, and four symbols of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise were carved in the four directions. Zhao Lingjun was asked to come and take it back.

Zhao Lingjun was slightly pregnant, which meant she was about to give birth.

It's just because she has been practicing balancing skills for many years, so her figure has not changed.

"After you go back, you'll be more at ease with your big belly." The old father said with concern.

Zhao Lingjun bared his teeth and said carelessly: "Giving birth to a child, what's the big deal? It's not a big deal!"

Some of Zhao Chuanxin's "greetings" to Yao Bing felt like a thorn in his throat, and he had to suffer the consequences in the end.

He cooked a meal for his daughter.

When eating, Zhao Chuanxin would take two sips of rice and one mouthful would be equivalent to three mouthfuls for others, and he would be the last to leave the table.

Zhao Lingjun was dumbfounded: "Dad, you eat too much."

Zhao Chuanxin took a bite of beef and said, "You are about a hundred years old, it is the time for you to grow up. What's wrong with eating more?"

His weight is there. Even if his activity level is the same as that of ordinary people, he consumes several times more energy.

Perhaps because she was about to become a mother, the careless Zhao Lingjun became more thoughtful: "Dad, overeating is not good for your health."

Zhao Chuanxin put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and grinned: "This is called health hedging, daily life. I hope I can die with Ganfan by then."

The guy next to him pretended not to hear, but his ears perked up and a hint of happiness flashed across his face.

Zhao Lingjun: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin sending the coffin back can be seen as a warning, and this warning is directed at a special group: Zhao may have changed his identity, or he may have grown old, but Zhao is not dead yet.

Therefore, the real evildoers had better keep their promises and not let the various activities that they start harm innocent people.

After the coffin was brought back by Zhao Lingjun, Sun Yanguang saw it and called Zhao Chuanxin, begging him to make a coffin for him in the future.

Sun Yanguang was certain that Zhao Chuanxin, who was much older than him, would die after him.

Zhao Chuanxin can actually be considered a kind of man-made god.

But he took the initiative to pull himself down to the mortal world.

Zhao Lingjun was born in April. She wanted to bring the child to see Zhao Chuanxin, but Yao Bing's mother tried to stop her.

I dare not see the wind before I leave the confinement period.

But Zhao Lingjun went out for some fresh air ten minutes after giving birth.

She is the contestant who can't move forward and is even moving backwards.

Zhao Nianzhen was born in May.

When Gail Russell heard that Zhao Nianzhen had given birth to a son, she whispered to Zhao Chuanxin: "Let's have a child too."

"Okay, stop it. If you want to have a baby, go find someone else to do it."

Zhao Chuanxin will never add unnecessary trouble to himself again.

"Without children, we will be alone and helpless when we grow old..."

"If I have three wives and four concubines from now on, I can at least have six more wives. You can grow old without worry while I am here."

"..." Gail Russell said again: "Then don't mess with those glamorous female stars in the future. They are not good. You belong to me alone."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at her in disbelief: "Nonsense, how can you use public property for personal purposes?"

"..."

From then on, she began to beg Zhao Chuanxin to teach her the art of balancing.

Zhao Chuanxin took great pains to teach her the art of maintaining her youthful balance.

Facts have proven that even if extremely difficult "peerless martial arts" are made public, it is impossible to popularize them.

The long years have made him understand that human nature is irreversible.

Humans procrastinate even on the most necessary daily chores.

If everyone can learn the art of balancing, it means everyone can study at Peking University, Tsinghua University or Harvard University.

The books are there, all kinds of knowledge are there, and it is very easy to obtain them, but how many people can stand out?

Zhao Chuanxin was too lazy to even say nonsense like "pass it on to insiders and not outsiders".

Just spread it, if it gets spread, he loses.

The balancing technique that Zhao Chuanxin spread has not been learned by anyone else except himself. No one can learn it by simply copying it. It requires personal instruction and real-time correction.

An old carpenter died nearby and there was no one to make a coffin for him, so someone came to him for help.

"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you with this."

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had already gained the respect of his neighbors in Holm Town.

A typical local gentleman.

He nodded: "Prepare the wood, give me half a day."

Zhao Chuanxin was doing carpentry work while Gail Russell was practicing shooting next to him.

She is good-looking, can fight with a spear, and is a good rider.

She smashed all the wine bottles, leaving broken glass all over the floor.

She laid a tarp underneath and then wrapped up the pieces and threw them away.

"Uncle Zhao, what do you think of my shooting skills?"

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth and held up a board and said, "Let's make do with it."

"It's already good. I just acted in a movie and played a cowgirl in it."

Zhao Chuanxin replied perfunctorily: "That's amazing."

"What kind of attitude is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin put down the board and said happily: "You can try more action scenes to broaden your acting range. I will teach you after I finish making the coffin."

Gail Russell enjoys watching him build objects and cook, and the process is a joy to watch.

This mentality is probably the same as why people like to watch donkey hoof repair and wilderness camping.

She suddenly asked: "Uncle Zhao, why did you help me in the first place?"

Seeing the expectation on her face, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't bear to contradict her, so he could only act against his will: "The heart cannot express clearly what the mouth has decided."

Gail Russell was delighted.

There is a reason why Lao Zhao is favored by many women.

His black face, red face and white face can be switched smoothly.

Zhao Chuanxin makes coffins incredibly quickly.

After it was done, an angel was carved on the coffin.

When he delivered it to the family, they were shocked by his speed and the exquisiteness of the coffin: "No nails?"

"Iron cannot penetrate yin and yang. This is a mortise and tenon structure. You have to let the soul be led to heaven by the angels."

The other party looked at the exquisite coffin with gratitude and repeatedly praised Zhao Chuanxin's amazing carpentry skills.

In this era of Da Piaoliang, we are gradually moving away from the stage where "only the daughter-in-law can make shoes and the carpenter can make wood."

In the past, every small town had to have all kinds of talents such as blacksmiths, carpenters, and painters.

Gradually it no longer worked.

However, Zhao Chuanxin believes that the issue of ascension to heaven and going to hell is debatable.

Over the years, he has had many new thoughts about death.

But just thinking is not enough, he wants to verify some things.

Zhao Chuanxin teaches Gail Russell how to fight.

"Southern boxing, northern kick, fancy boxing, swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, what do you want to learn?"

"I learn them all."

"If you can master one thing in your lifetime, you're great."

"Then I'll learn how to fight."

"They can all fight."

"It's good to fight."

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "A month of stick, a year of knife, ten years of sword, a lifetime of gun. I will teach you some boxing and kicking, and teach you how to use a knife at the same time."

how to teach?

No footwork, no posture.

No resistance, just one strike.

Qiangzi punch to the throat, punch to the liver, single goat head, iron mountain lean, Kraft kick...

"You are a woman, don't let a man be on guard, attack him suddenly, and fight with all your might..."

What Zhao Chuanxin taught were all shady tricks.

Then let her fuck her throat.

"That would hurt so much, I'll pretend to hit you in the throat."

"Pretend you'll never learn, and go ahead."

Gail Russell threw a light punch, but Zhao Chuanxin stood still. When her fist was close to his throat, he suddenly stretched out his sword finger to block it.

Two fingers to stop her fist.

"Have you not eaten yet? Try harder."

This time, Gail Russell was a little bolder.

Intercept.

She applied a little more force.

Intercept.

She used normal strength.

Intercept.

She tried her best.

Still two fingers, firmly blocking her fist.

"You can't hit me accurately, so I'll give you fifty punches first."

She still played tricks, sometimes attacking suddenly with a smile on her face.

But no matter how she attacked, she would always be stopped by two fingers.

Zhao Chuanxin taught her the liver-blasting punch and the striking positions, and then let her hit herself.

Punch after punch.

"I can't even hit you, how can I hit others?"

"You can beat anyone unless they are professional boxers."

Ordinary people have weak ability to withstand blows, especially when they are caught off guard.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin taught her how to practice swordplay.

"Hit me hard."

Gail Russell knew that he was powerful, so he didn't hold back and chopped at him with the cold and shining goose feather knife made by Zhao Chuanxin in both hands.

Zhao Chuanxin easily blocked it with the wooden stick in his hand.

"First, overcome your fear of slashing people. You obviously didn't use all your strength in this blow. Also, this is a one-handed knife. Don't hold it with two hands. Try again."