Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The old man's body was shaken. The first thing that filled his heart was not the pleasure of revenge, but worry: "The lives of the old man's family are hanging on by a thread. Don't let other members of the horse bandits come to seek revenge."

My heart says that you are fighting and killing, but we are the ones getting hurt.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "No matter who comes, tell him that my name is Zhao Chuanxin, and your grandson's master is called Zhao Chuanxin. If something happens again, don't worry about the princes and nobles. Zhao will definitely let him bleed and die. He’s full.”

The old man seemed to have never heard of the words "Zhao Chuanxin", but seeing Zhao Chuanxin's certainty, he believed it.

"But my eldest grandson is still young..."

Even if he believed it to be true, the old man still couldn't let go of his grandson.

Zhao Chuanxin could not take his grandson away with just one word.

In his opinion, Zhao Chuanxin could not be said to be the king of some mountain top. The guy who chopped off chicken heads and burned yellow paper led his grandson to become bandits on the mountain.

If that were the case, the old man would have to stop him even if he fought with him.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "It's a done deal to accept him as a disciple. But if we don't take him away now, it will give you some time to find out the details about Zhao."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin took it into his arms and found a bag in his hand. It jingled and was filled with silver coins.

Throwing the bag to the old man: "This is my apprentice's expenses during this period. Eat well and drink well. You can't lose your foundation. Next time you come, I will officially become my apprentice."

He took out another bag of preserves and stuffed them into his eldest grandson's arms: "You eat it first, and when you're done, let your grandpa buy some for you. If anyone bullies you, tell him that your master is Zhao Chuanxin."

"Master, my name is Yao Bing."

Zhao Chuanxin touched Yao Bing's head, took out gauze and alcohol, disinfected him first, and then wrapped the wound.

Old Yaotou opened the bag and took a look. He had never seen so much silver in his life.

A whole lot of money is so good that it can blind people's eyes.

His breathing became rapid.

Zhao Chuanxin bowed his hands towards Lao Yao and said, "I still want to chase the Japanese, so take the first step."

After that, he turned around and disappeared.

Old Yao rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not dazzled, and hugged Yao Bing in his arms, fearing that his eldest grandson would sneak away with Zhao Chuanxin.

At the same time, he held the bag containing silver dollars tightly in his hand.

After another hour, countless riders came through the mountains from the west.

The person who came was a half-grown boy, and Old Yaotou recognized him. This kid came with Babu Zabu that day, which frightened him.

This group of people did not have guns, but they carried knives and bows and had quivers full of arrows. They were all powerful prairie men.

He was afraid of robbing him of his money, and even more afraid of someone harming his grandson.

The visitor was none other than Xu Hongyan.

Xu Hongyan got off his horse and walked forward quickly: "Old man, has Mr. Zhao been here?"

Old Yaotou chose not to hide anything this time: "He said his name is Zhao Chuanxin and he has left. He asked the old man to warn you that if anyone dares to hurt the old man's grandson again, he will slaughter his entire family..."

After saying that, he looked at the group of people anxiously.

I don't know if it will work to report that person's name?

Xu Hongyan was speechless: "I misunderstood, I don't mean any harm, I want to become my teacher to Mr. Zhao."

Old Yaotou breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked out of curiosity: "Who is this Mr. Zhao?"

Yao Bing's cheeks were bulging. Because it was stuffed with candied fruit, he was reluctant to eat the whole thing in one bite and smacked the taste in his mouth.

He smiled broadly, raised his chest and raised his head proudly: "That's my master."

Xu Hongyan: "..."

Wow, Mr. Zhao didn’t want a genius like me to be his apprentice, but why did he accept such a little kid from a peasant family?

Yes, Mr. Zhao must have accepted him as his disciple out of guilt.

This made Xu Hongyan couldn't help but look at Yao Bing's ears, and thought to himself, I can cut off half of my own ears, as long as he can accept me as his disciple...

Regretfully slapped my thigh...

He told old Yaotou some of Zhao Chuanxin's deeds, and a series of things that happened in the palace of Prince Kara-Qingong, and how tragic Babu Zabu's death was.

Old Yaotou was dumbfounded when he heard this: "This, this..."

It was hard for him to believe that a person could be so brave.

Isn’t it said that two fists can’t defeat four hands, and a tiger can’t fight a pack of wolves?

Not to mention the era of hot weapons, how can one person defeat a group of people?

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xu Hongyan pointed to the men behind him who were ordered by Jin Jin to escort him: "These good men are all witnesses."

Everyone nodded seriously, really seeing it with their own eyes.

"My master will teach me how to kill thieves in battle." Yao Bing said proudly.

A piece of garlic soaked in ten jars of vinegar made Xu Hongyan feel sour.

This kid is so cool, why doesn't Mr. Zhao accept me, a clever guy, as his disciple?

He said sourly: "Your master is called the God of War and is invincible in the world. You are really lucky..."

Old Yaotou sighed: "If you have no eyesight for a sword or a gun, what kind of blessing is that?"

He didn't want to send his grandson to the battlefield.

Xu Hongyan said: "Even if you don't go into battle, it will be fun to learn Mr. Zhao's skills and play in the world..."

This is also his wish. He is not interested in fighting and killing.

……

Shiro Yoshida and his party traveled south from KLQQ and were exhausted from traveling all night.

In the morning, I couldn't help but feel sleepy and found a place to sleep.

They hit the road again and soon reached the Yudai River.

The river here was wide and difficult to cross, so the palace guard said: "Let's go downstream along the river and find a shallow place to cross the river, or go around it."

Yoshida Shiro shook his head: "No, we can't go around. We have to find a way to cross the river. Only then will I feel at ease when we reach the capital as soon as possible."

When he first escaped last night, he didn't feel much.

But the further he walked, the more panicked he became, especially just now, when his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He thought this was a bad omen.

While walking along the river, I met a bald foreigner taking pictures with a camera.

The two sides met each other, and Yoshida Shiro heard the foreigner say: "Hey, the guy on the horse seems to be Japanese."

Yoshida Shiro's expression changed.

He also looked around and found that the foreigner was bringing a glass car and a groom, and there was no one else.

The so-called glass carriage is the carriage of wealthy people, the kind with glass windows.

Yoshida Shiro whispered to the palace guards: "Kill this foreigner and the groom, otherwise they may reveal our whereabouts."

The palace guard immediately shook his head: "No, the prince asked not to cause trouble. The boundary of Rehe, known as the second capital, is the hunting ground of the royal family. If it causes trouble, it will be difficult to end."

Generally speaking, it is difficult for Westerners to distinguish the race of Asians, but this bald foreigner just recognized him as Japanese.

Shiro Yoshida rolled his eyes and wanted to cook the rice. He immediately took out his pistol and pointed it at the foreigner.

The foreigner was shocked: "Boss, don't hurt me, I'll give you the money."

In this world, whenever you see an official, a soldier, or even a patrolman, you should just call him "boss."

Even foreigners understand this.

Yoshida Shiro's gun is double-action, and the trigger is very heavy.

When the foreigners saw him moving his fingers, they were so frightened that they quickly announced themselves: "I am a German architect, Berschmann. You can't kill me."