America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Yamada Sho, the Omori-style "exemption from all rumors", died in a martial arts contest in Hawaii.

His apprentices gritted their teeth.

But firstly, Yamada Xiang had something to say first, and secondly, the two golden revolvers on Chen Jianqiu's waist gleamed.

One person on my side has already been shot, and the remaining two will probably be shot through by one person if they go up.

The people from Xuanyang Society arrived soon.

They collected Yamada Sho's body and carried it to a flat carriage, and the rest of them chatted in Japanese for a long time.

While speaking, he stared at Chen Jianqiu to prevent him from leaving.

But Chen Jianqiu had no intention of leaving.

Instead, he sat at a table outside the Chinese restaurant, picked up the tea bowl and drank water.

After a while, Li Sifu and about [-] people from Longxiang Group arrived.

They stood behind Chen Jianqiu without saying a word.

These people were all dressed in black robes, with guns hidden in their waists and clothes, one of which was deliberately exposed.

The rogues of Xuanyangsha had never seen these Chinese before, and they thought it was some kind of Chinese gang that had just risen in Honolulu recently, so they didn't dare to act rashly in the end.

They left with Yamada Sho's body and wounded.

Because if his apprentice doesn't treat him, one arm will probably have to be crippled.

After these people left, cheers broke out among the Chinese onlookers.

Recently, their living space has been severely squeezed by these new Japanese, and finally someone vented their anger on their behalf.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the Tang knife, and found that the blade was still shining with a cold light, but there was not a drop of blood on it, and it was a good knife.

He walked up to the martial arts boss and returned the knife to him.

"I'm sorry to see blood." Chen Jianqiu said with a hint of apology.

The owner of the martial arts gym is an old man who is nearly sixty years old. At this time, he has a smile on his face, and his wrinkles have completely stretched out.

The old man did not reach out to take the knife, but shook his head repeatedly:

"It is said that this sword was forged by a skilled craftsman of our ancestors. General Qi was moved after seeing the Japanese sword and ordered it to be forged in imitation of the Tang Dynasty sword."

"Because there is a thunderous sound when the knife is unsheathed, it is called 'Ben Lei'."

"Going back more than [-] years ago, I beheaded a Japanese pirate in Taizhou, and I haven't drank the blood of the Japanese since then. Now I'm out of the sheath again in the hands of a hero, and beheading the Japanese is also my fate."

He looked at the knife with a blurred look in his eyes.

"The old man is dying, he has no children, and his disciples are useless. You might as well give this knife to the hero, and hope that you will treat him well."

When Chen Jianqiu saw the old man offering the knife, he spoke resolutely, and it was inconvenient to refuse.

He cupped his hands and said:

"Definitely live up to your trust."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Li Sifu came up together:

"Boss, I'm afraid these Japanese will not let it go."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the backs of those wanderers leaving, and narrowed his eyes:
"Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, if they don't make a move, I'm going to make trouble for them."

Xuan Yangsha's headquarters in Honolulu is located in a hall at the foot of the mountain.

This place was originally a dense tropical rainforest. After the Japanese came, they opened up an open space here, and built a guild hall following the architectural style of their hometown. Next to the guild hall, there is a shrine.

Although the climate in Honolulu is completely different from that in Japan, according to a certain Shinto master, as long as you remember the emperor in your heart, there is no hometown.

Therefore, under their management, rockery was piled up and flowing water was attracted, and there was a sense of winding paths leading to secluded places for a while.

On the tatami mat in one of the rooms, two people were sitting on their knees at the table and playing chess.

The one holding black is a middle-aged man in a black kimono.

His hair is even less than that of Yamada Sho, it is bald, and the few remaining hairs are bundled into a small braid and pasted behind his head.

There is a scar on the cheekbone, and the expression is numb, which looks a little scary.

Sitting across from him and holding the white was a young man with the same wide robe and long sleeves, but with a black crown on his head, which looked a little special.

The outfits of the two seem to be a bit out of place with this tropical island.

The young man is the priest of Shintoism in Honolulu, named Sato Daiki, and the middle-aged man is the leader of Xuanyangsha here-Kameda Masao.

Sato held a white piece in his hand, and it landed lightly on the chessboard.

"Your Excellency Kameda, you are about to lose again." The priest said softly.

Masao Kameda seemed to wake up from his sleep, and looked at the chessboard expressionlessly:

"Three steps of regret, okay?"

The shameless request was uttered by him in an extremely flat and brief tone, which seemed to be a matter of course.

The priest shook his head.

"Two steps?"

The priest still shook his head.

"No more."

Masao Kameda lightly threw the sunspots he had already picked up into the flag box, and continued to look at the chessboard, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mr. Kameda, with all due respect, I don't think those Chinese can pose any threat to us. Although they are large in number, they are loosely organized and short-sighted. There is no leader, let alone the government to support them." The priest said.

"With the signing of the Chinese Pai Act in Hawaii, these Chinese have to return to the mainland." He put his hands on his thighs, "We can completely ignore them."

The young Sato had no idea why Kameda was so worried all the time.

He figured that Kameda must be old, too conservative and cautious.

"It's not the goal to deal with them, but we must deal with them." Kameda popped out a sentence without beginning or end, and then fell silent again.

Priest Sato didn't care.

He knew that it was not easy to say a word or two from Kameda, who had always been taciturn.

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from the yard outside the door.

This is rare.

Everyone who guards the door knows that this point is usually when the president and the priest are playing chess, and no one will disturb them under normal circumstances.

Unless something serious happens.

The priest stood up.

He pushed open the wooden sliding door with a "crash" and looked out.

A corpse covered in a white cloth appeared in the yard, surrounded by a group of ronin whispering to each other.

Seeing that the sliding door of the room was opened, these ronin instantly knelt down and stopped talking, and the courtyard became silent again.

A ronin with the highest official position came forward and whispered something in the priest's ear.

"Sho Yamada was hacked to death by a Chinese." The priest turned and walked back to the case, and whispered to Kameda, "When you compete in the street, your skills are inferior to others."

The scar on Masao Kameda's face jumped.

He looked at the wanderers kneeling in the yard, without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something.

All the people kneeling in the yard lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything, for fear that the president would feel that they had dishonored the honor of the samurai and make them commit seppuku.

Fortunately, Masao Kameda did not do this.

After a long time, he flicked his sleeves towards the yard, indicating that they could leave.

The door of the room was closed again, but this time there was an extra ronin inside.

"Go and call Yoshioka Kunihiko, Sato Kojiro, and Yamamoto Haruma over," Masao Kameda ordered Ronin.

Ronin led the way out of the room.

"Do you still want to act?" The priest frowned.

"Originally, I thought it would be later, but now, I think these Chinese need some lessons." Masao Kameda said a rare long sentence.

The scars on his face looked even more hideous.