The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Although I think it is unreliable for Zhao Chuanxin to study guns with children.

But you still have to listen to what the master says.

Freddie Pavitt said to himself: As long as you are fooling around, sooner or later you will make a joke.

He turned around and made arrangements.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around to look at the big black guy and found that this guy was still holding a gun.

It's been almost twenty minutes.

"Okay, okay, don't tire your arms out, put them down."

Marcus Nkrumah said "Oh" and put down the gun obediently.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his hand specifically and found that it was not shaking.

I am Cao, this is outrageous.

Could it be that when God closes a window, he will open another one?

When dealing with capable people, Zhao Chuanxin has always been generous to the virtuous and corporal.

He took out a piece of Tianwanglu carved from antlers from his pocket and handed it to Marcus Encrus.

"Marcus, I'll teach you how to fight and shoot. When I make a suitable heavy machine gun, you can carry a bullet chain and charge into the battle for me. How about I make you a bulletproof suit and let you charge? If you can, this is your reward.”

Marcus Nkrumah happily took the antler eagle and nodded honestly: "I will do whatever the master asks me to do."

Zhao Chuanxin felt happy.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you this, you are allowed to eat meat tonight!"

"Praise, sir!" Marcus Nkrumah was delighted.

He usually couldn't eat meat because Freddy Pavitt couldn't afford the big eater.

Marcus Nkrumah said again: "Sir, can I eat a hamburger? Last year, I picked up a hamburger from the garbage dump in the town. They beat me and refused to let me eat it. I was smart enough to eat it in one bite. Even if I don’t have enough food, it’s useless for them to hit me, hehehehe..."

"..." You are so smart. Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Hamburger, right? I'll take care of it tonight!"

Hamburg, a fast food, originated in Germany.

With the influx of European immigrants to the United States, it gradually became popular in the United States.

There are restaurants in town, but of course they can’t be served on the counter.

Isn’t it just junk food? How much is it worth?

Freddy Pavitt took a carriage and went to town, but did not come back for a long time.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Come, I will teach you two how to box."

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and put on a boxing stance.

Benjamin Goldberg is not good at using his hands, and his posture is crooked, which makes him look very funny with his thin body.

Not to mention, although Zhao Chuanxin has never practiced, he is a master of theory.

There was a time when I was obsessed with sports events such as boxing, kickboxing, and Muay Thai.

Later, Emperor Gaozu Zhao Zhongyi absorbed some of his theories and summed up new experiences.

Zhao Chuanxin just showed off his posture and let the two people practice.

Benjamin Goldberg stood in a boxing stance, raised his head, squinted his eyes, and wondered: "Sir, what can this do?"

Zhao Chuanxin took it for granted: "If you can fight, if anyone bullies you in the future, you will go up and use an electric cannon to make sure your opponent can't take advantage of him."

"But my parents won't let me fight."

"When one day your parents meet bad people and your father can't protect your mother, he will know the importance of being able to fight."

"Sir, I don't like fights and wars. When I finished reading "Global History", I felt that many wars are unnecessary. Human beings always repeat the mistakes of history and are very stupid."

Zhao Chuanxin was sweating on his forehead.

Is it really good to discuss such a profound issue?

He has not even read "Global History". He has pieced together the historical context based on scraps of information, and only has an in-depth understanding of a few parts that interest him.

For example, there have been several economic crises and modern wars in modern times.

He emphasized: "Boy, you have to know that you can stay rational, but your opponent will be stupid. Then he will beat you, what should you do?"

"this……"

Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack, and sneered: "Are you going to stick your face out and let him hit me? Then don't say you are my apprentice in the future."

"Sir, I am not your apprentice."

"Starting from today. Of course your wisdom has inherited my mantle. The same goes for your fighting ability."

Although Benjamin Goldberg knows a lot, his sophistication in the world takes time to hone after all. He does not yet understand Zhao Chuanxin’s “sinister intentions.”

Until one day, when he became famous, he mentioned in an interview that he was Zhao Chuanxin's apprentice, and found that the reporter discussed Zhao Chuanxin as if he had discovered the New World.

At that time, he suddenly realized that Zhao Chuanxin had already laid the groundwork for his pretense decades later.

Zhao Chuanxin taught two fools how to practice boxing, how to start, how to step, how to exert force, how to punch, what are uppercuts and straight punches...

After teaching for a while, he let the two of them play by themselves. He took out a recliner to fish, and took a nap by the way.

After waking up, he heard the conversation between the two.

It turns out that Marcus Nkrumah always heard people say that he was a fool, so he doubted his life.

"Benjamin, I'm actually a fool."

"Don't say that, my friend, I am stupid."

"Really, everyone says that about me."

"Everyone also calls me crazy."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, stretched, looked at his pocket watch, and clapped his hands: "Children, stop arguing. In fact, you are all mentally retarded."

Marcus Nkrumah and Benjamin Goldberg: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the two confused people and laughed: "Okay, the auspicious time has come. If Freddy doesn't come back yet, it's time for us to go to town for dinner."

He greeted the maid and asked her to tell everyone to eat by themselves in the evening without waiting for him.

Then he took Marcus Nkrumah, hitched him to a carriage, and drove to the town himself as a groom.

The restaurants in the town are very ordinary and the consumption level is average.

Zhao Chuanxin parked the carriage outside and took the two of them into the house.

Although it's not dark yet, it's almost dinner time and there are already many people dining.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, the three people, the diners, the waiters and the restaurant owner, all looked over.

An Asian, a big black guy, and a white kid. This combination is weird no matter how you look at it.

Zhao Chuanxin taught Benjamin Goldberg a solid lesson and told him what it means to turn a blind eye!

He walked to the bar with long legs.

The restaurant owner had a rag on his shoulders, a match in his mouth, and looked at him sideways.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the menu: "Hey, there's also beef stew with potatoes, two portions. Ten puff pastry pies. Grilled salmon? Not bad, three portions. Burgers, uh, Marcus, can you? How much to eat?”

When Marcus Ngruma heard about the burgers, he grinned almost to the back of his ears: "Master, I can eat thirty."

Zhao Chuanxin thought he heard wrongly: "How much?"

"Forty!"

I, Cao, asked again and it went up by ten. Where can I go to reason?

The restaurant was silent.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to ask again, what if there were a hundred?

He snapped his fingers: "Then add forty hamburgers. I won't be able to eat them all and walk around."

Unexpectedly, the restaurant owner spit out the match and said coldly: "Sorry, the restaurant is closed today."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the boss, then looked back at no less than seven or eight people dining: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure you are not welcome here!"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth, which were white and neat, and his smile was bright and sunny: "I will give you another chance. Think about it carefully, will the business be open?"

The men dining behind Zhao Chuanxin should be local herders from the looks of their clothes. Before the boss could speak, a man spoke up: "Hey, Asian guy, I advise you not to mess around here,"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it, then turned back: "Then if you say that, I will have to play nonsense."

Among the three, Zhao Chuanxin is confident; Benjamin Goldberg is in a fugue even now; and Marcus Nkrumah is only thinking about burgers.

He doesn't look like a normal person.

The four people on the table stood up slowly. The tallest one was only about 1.78 meters tall, but they were all quite stocky.

"Asian, you want to be beaten, don't you?"

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar in his mouth and nodded fiercely with a smile: "Yes, yes, how did you know? Oh, it's really itchy. Why hasn't anyone done anything yet?"

"..."

The restaurant was quiet again.

Everyone here, they dare to swear that they have never seen such an underprivileged person in their lives!

The leading man was furious and rushed over with a low roar like a wild beast.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his left hand: "Back off!"

call……

The man who charged the most violently retreated violently as if his chest was struck by lightning.

At the same time, the two men behind him knocked down tables and chairs, and food and water spilled on the floor.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at Benjamin Goldberg who had come back to his senses: "Kids, watch out, this kick will be very cool!"

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly rushed forward, holding the Redemption Scepter in his hand.

He jumped up suddenly, raised his leg, held the scepter in his right hand and kicked in the air, hitting the last person on the head.

The man was kicked so hard that he fell down.

Zhao Chuanxin, on the other hand, swung forward and then swung back because the Redemption Scepter was fixed in the air.

He landed casually, put away his scepter, and twisted his neck to make a rattling sound.

Benjamin Goldberg looked at it in a daze, but he didn't know what the fear was: "Sir, what's the name of this kick? You seem to have violated Newton's laws."

"This is called Spartan's kicking. This kind of kicking method never follows the laws of physics!"

The boss was so frightened that he took a step back and knocked over some bottles and jars, making a "clang" sound.

Zhao Chuanxin turned to look at him and found that he reached under the bar to touch the gun.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him: "If you dare to pull out a gun, I guarantee that I will beat you so hard that your mother won't be able to recognize you."

Although Zhao Chuanxin didn't have anyone in his hands, the boss didn't dare to move.

Momentum is an invisible substance, but it does exist.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "Are you still open for business now?"

The boss thought about the magical scenes just now and felt that he couldn't afford to offend him, so he nodded sharply: "Business, business."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Boys, go and sit down and wait for the food to be served!"

Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah carefully walked around the four people on the ground and reached the back.

When Zhao Chuanxin passed them, he suddenly moved forward.

The four people retreated suddenly, only to find that Zhao Chuanxin was just trying to scare them.

I was immediately annoyed, but I didn't dare to continue making trouble, and my face turned red with anger.

Zhao Chuanxin pinched his cigar and nodded to the four of them with his fingers: "If you want to find the Sheriff, go away. I'll wait for you."

The four of them couldn't even figure out how they lost. They just felt that today was a very evil day and rushed out of the restaurant.

Marcus Nkrumah was stupid and didn't understand anything, but Benjamin Goldberg said: "Sir, are we going to be in trouble? Sheriff Maher is very fierce."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Believe me, he will not be more fierce than me. Now, do you know the benefits of practicing boxing?"

"Well, sir, I understand. I don't get into trouble, but trouble gets me."

"Children can be taught."

The restaurant owner ordered the chef to cook, but he secretly gritted his teeth: Sheriff Maher will come later, this Asian guy is so good-looking!