Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 16 The old story, the old story
Lu Mingfei took the long knife, and it was quite heavy.

What is heavy is not only the weight of the sword itself, since Lu Mingfei has accepted the sword, it means that he must bear the history and destiny carried by the famous sword, as well as Kenjiro's expectations.

Authentic view of the world, with a blade length of 64.4 cm, and no inscription on the sword. The famous sword craftsman of Xiangzhou was authentically made in the late Kamakura period, and it symbolized the seal of a country's power grant in that era.During the Warring States period, as Ishida Mitsunari's saber, it was used to kill hundreds of people. Later generations passed it in the hands of Japanese mafia masters. Finally, it was used as a man's ghost-slaying blade, a magical weapon full of blood and killing.

"Don't forget the meaning of holding a knife!" The owner of the izakaya patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder and said earnestly.

"Protect important people! I understand, thank you boss!" Lu Mingfei nodded his head heavily. At this moment, there was still a little bit of confusion in his heart. At this moment, the dark clouds cleared away, and the emotions that had become heavy after listening to Kenjiro's story were revived again.

"Boss, is it convenient to ask your surname? I will leave this city tomorrow, and I will probably go to Japan soon. Do you have anything you want me to tell your old friend in Japan? "Lu Ming didn't get a precious famous knife and a life inheritance that seemed to be enlightened for nothing. He felt that he should do his best for the owner of the izakaya.

"I have already forgotten my surname. After all, I have been separated from the past for too long. No one will remember me as a half-useless person who has disappeared." The man shook his head lightly, "But boy, the girl in your heart should be hidden in Japan." Right? You went to Japan to find her?"

"Surprised boss! Could it be that you can read minds?" Lu Mingfei was shocked.

"Does this still require mind reading skills? Boss, I've been here before. Can't you tell that your thoughts are all written on your face?" The man looked at Lu Mingfei narrowly, "When you mentioned going to Japan, your eyes were obviously soft. A little bit, those are the eyes that only miss the girl in my heart."

"Loving someone is something you can't hide, even if you don't say it, love will come out of your eyes like a fountain!"

"As expected of someone who has been here, what you said is really good!" Lu Mingfei gave a high thumbs up.

"Go in and continue to attend your class reunion? I still have A5 premium wagyu beef and black Kirishima shochu from Sendai, Japan brought to the town store!" The boss pointed to the inner hall of the izakaya and asked.

"No need, I will visit the boss often when I come back from Japan!" Lu Mingfei promised.

"Where are the cute girls in there? Just leave them without saying hello?" The owner of the izakaya joked with a smile.

"It's more sad to meet and say goodbye. Besides, it's not like I won't come back." Lu Mingfei shook his head with a smile, and then he waved goodbye. Before leaving, he didn't forget to say, "Boss, leave a message for my classmates. Just say: I wish everyone a bright future and meet a good man, Lu Mingfei is going to go find his girl first!"

"Stinky boy, the girl you like, if she nods and is willing to go with you, even if you have to grab it, you have to get it back, no matter who it is from!" The owner of the izakaya shouted at the back of the boy in the sunset, "Take her Come to China, bring me to my izakaya, the boss treats you to eat the best wagyu beef and drink the most expensive shochu!"

"Definitely!" The boy responded with a knife in his hand and shouted from afar.

"Lu Mingfei, he must be an upright man in the future!" Seeing the figure of the boy who was about to disappear from sight, the man murmured to himself.

……

It was still early and he was in a good mood, so Lu Mingfei decided to walk home slowly.

There is a small river on the way from the izakaya to the aunt’s house. Obviously, he has walked this small road no less than a hundred times, and the scenery has long since been seen. However, he feels for the first time whether it is the surrounding green trees or the towering CBD area on the other side of the river. Yun's building looks very cute and pleasing to the eye today.

White dandelions are blooming by the quiet river, and the tidbits are flying along the river, facing the crimson sunset to the seemingly endless shore.

The boy strolled along the shimmering river, thinking that it would be more beautiful if these white dandelion flocs were replaced with pink cherry blossom petals.

So a pink snow secretly fell in the boy's heart.

……

Late night, Tokyo izakaya.

It was already closing time for the store, and the one-armed izakaya owner was left alone to clean up. He was carefully wiping the floating painting vertical vase in the main hall that was taller than a person.

The figure in a black trench coat with a stand-up collar lifted the exquisite curtain painted with a girl playing the piano, and silently stepped into the door of the izakaya.

"I'm sorry sir, it's late at night, our izakaya is closed, please go early tomorrow..."

"What do you do to deceive a child, Miyamoto Kenjiro?" The visitor seemed not to have heard the kind reminder from the owner of the izakaya, and leaned on the counter in the front hall by himself after entering the room.

The owner of the izakaya turned his head to look at the man in astonishment, and the visitor actually called out his name and surname... Miyamoto Kenjiro, he hadn't heard this name for many years.

The visitor was dressed in a pitch-black windbreaker, his body was hidden in the thick woolen fabric, and his face was covered by the towering collar like two mountain peaks. On his head was a top hat of the same black with a brim Wearing silver silk thread, dressed like a noble young master who traveled here from England, he speaks fluent and authentic Chinese.

"You are..." The owner of the izakaya known as "Miyamoto Kenjiro" frowned, the vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face were crowded together because of doubts, his brows were twisted into deep mountain characters, and he looked puzzled. appearance.

"Kenjiro Miyamoto, a genius in the original Snakihachi family who has more talent in kendo than Inuyamaga, it's true that you named your lover Kiku, and it's true that your lover died unexpectedly, but you distorted too many facts in what you said to that child." The man in the black windbreaker said without emotion.

"It's you!" Miyamoto Kenjiro sighed deeply, as if he had guessed the identity of the visitor.

"You obviously live in Osaka, not Tokyo, and the place where you met your wife was not Kabukicho, the famous red-light district in Tokyo, but Shinsaibashi, the busiest commercial street in the center of Osaka." The man in the windbreaker lit the lamp on the counter A candle that is already burning to the bottom.

"Really?" Miyamoto Kenjiro said noncommittally.

"You stole Inuyamaga's Kanshi Masamune, the reason why you disappeared from the Sheqiba family was not because you didn't want to kill again, but because you defected; you didn't return to the original family, but went to the Bliss Hall... I want more Remind you a little?"

"It's not stealing, it's taking." In the candlelight, Miyamoto Kenjiro was expressionless, and the flickering candle flickered in his vicissitudes of life, flickering and flickering.

"Isn't that evil ghost just yourself, the wife you killed out of control, and you cut off your own arm to punish yourself." The man in the windbreaker suddenly said sharply.

After a long silence, Miyamoto Kenjiro said with a smile, "Is that so? I don't remember. It's been years since no one has looked through the old books that have lost their teeth. Besides, we must give young people a little bit of good vision." Isn't it?"

"In Japan, embers of candles are not a good meaning, so it's better to save them." Kenjiro Miyamoto blew out the candles that were about to burn out, and the izakaya fell into darkness again.

The night wind was rustling, and the whirling tree shadows were swallowed up by larger black shadows. In the darkness, it seemed that there were demons whispering and walking silently.

(End of this chapter)