America 1881: Legend of the West

Yamada Sho, the Omori-ryu "Osoka All Den", died in a contest in Hawaii.

His disciples gritted their teeth.

But first of all, Yamada Xiang had spoken first, and secondly, the two golden revolvers on Chen Jianqiu's waist were shining brightly.

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

The people from Xuanyang Society arrived quickly.

They collected Yamada Xiang's body and carried it to a flatbed carriage. The remaining people chatted in Japanese for a long time.

As he spoke, 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 his tea bowl and drank some water.

After a while, Li Sifu and about twenty people from Long Xiang's group arrived.

They stood behind Chen Jianqiu without saying a word.

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

The gangsters in Xuanyang Society had never seen these Chinese before, and thought they were some Chinese gang that had just emerged in Honolulu, so in the end they did not dare to act rashly.

They left with Yamada Sho's body and the wounded.

Because if his apprentice doesn't receive treatment, he will probably lose one of his arms.

After these people left, a burst of cheers broke out among the Chinese people watching.

Recently, their living space has been severely squeezed by these new Japanese, and it was not easy for someone to vent their anger on their behalf.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the Tang sword and found that the blade was still shining coldly, but there was not a drop of blood on it. It was a good sword.

He walked up to the owner of the martial arts gym 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. He has a smile on his face and his wrinkles have completely relaxed.

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

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

"Because there is a faint sound of thunder when the sword is unsheathed, it is named 'Thunder'."

"Going back more than 400 years ago, I beheaded a Japanese pirate in Taizhou, and I have not drank the blood of the Japanese since then. Now it is my destiny to unsheath it again in the hands of a hero and kill the Japanese."

He looked at the knife, his eyes a little confused.

"I am about to die, I have no children, and my apprentices are useless. I might as well give this sword to the hero. I hope you will treat me well."

When Chen Jianqiu saw the old man offering his sword, his tone was firm and he could not refuse.

He handed it over and said:

"I will definitely live up to my trust."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Li Sifu came up:

"Boss, I'm afraid these Japanese won't give up."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the departing figures of the wanderers and narrowed his eyes:

"Soldiers will block us, water will block us, and water will cover us. If they don't take action, I'm still going to cause trouble for them."

Xuanyang Society'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 a clearing here and built a guild hall in the architectural style of their hometown. Next to the guild hall is a shrine.

Although the climate of Honolulu is completely different from that of Japan, according to a certain Shinto leader, as long as you keep the emperor in your heart, you will never be home.

So, under their management, they built rockeries and attracted running water, and for a while it felt like a winding path leading to a secluded place.

On the tatami in one of the rooms, two people were kneeling by the table and playing chess.

The one holding the black hat is a middle-aged man wearing a black kimono.

He has even less hair than Yamada Sho, and is bald. The few remaining hair is tied into a small braid and stuck to the back of his head.

There was a scar on his cheekbone, his expression was dull, and he looked a little scary.

Sitting opposite him was a young man holding a white robe, also wearing a wide robe and long sleeves, but wearing a black crown on his head, which looked a little special.

The two people's outfits seemed a little out of place for this tropical island.

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

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

"Sir Kameda, you are going to lose again." The priest said softly.

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

"Repent for three steps, can you?"

He said the shameless request in an extremely plain and concise tone, and it seemed to be a matter of course.

The priest shook his head.

"Two steps?"

The priest still shook his head.

"No more."

Kameda Masao gently threw the Kuroko he had picked up into the flag box and continued to look at the chessboard, wondering 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 disorganized and short-sighted. They have no leader and no government to support them." The priest said.

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

Young Sato didn't understand why Kameda was so worried all the time.

He thought that Kameda must be too old and too conservative and cautious.

"Dealing with them is not the purpose, but we must deal with them." Kameda said in a confused manner, and then stopped talking.

Priest Sato didn't take it seriously.

He knew that it was already very difficult to get a word or two out of the mouth of Kameda, who was always taciturn.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the yard outside the door.

This is rare.

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

Unless something big happens.

The priest stood up.

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

A corpse covered with white cloth appeared in the yard, and a group of ronin stood around the corpse, whispering to each other.

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

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

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

The scar on Kameda Masao's face jumped.

He looked at the wanderers kneeling in the yard, saying nothing, as if they were thinking about something.

Everyone kneeling in the courtyard lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word, for fear that the president would think that they had insulted the honor of the samurai and asked them to commit suicide.

Fortunately, Kameda Masao did not do this.

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

The door to the room was closed again, but this time there was a ronin inside.

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

Ronin took the order and left the room.

"Are we still going to take action?" The priest frowned.

"Originally I wanted to do it later, but now, I think these Chinese people need some lessons." Kameda Masao rarely said a longer sentence.

The scars on his face looked even more hideous.