Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Lu Mingfei took the long knife and it was quite heavy.

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

The blade is 64.4 centimeters long and has no inscription. It was made in the late Kamakura period by Shoshu's famous sword maker. In that era, it symbolized the seal of power granted to a country. During the Warring States Period, Ishida Mitsunari's sword was used to kill hundreds of people. In later generations, it was passed on to the hands of Japanese yakuza masters. Finally, as a man's demon-slaying blade, it was a magical weapon stained with blood and killing.

"Don't forget the meaning of holding a sword!" The owner of the izakaya patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder and said sincerely.

"Protect the important people! I understand, thank you, boss!" Lu Mingfei nodded heavily. The dark clouds that were still a little confused in his heart cleared away, and the emotions that had become heavy after listening to Kenjiro's story became full of life again.

"Boss, can I ask for your last name? I will leave this city tomorrow, and I will probably go to Japan soon. Is there anything you want me to say to your old friends in Japan? "Lu Mingfei got a precious sword and a life inheritance like an enlightenment for nothing. He felt that he had to do his best for the owner of the izakaya.

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

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

"Does this still require mind-reading? Boss, I've been here before. Can't you see that all your thoughts are written on your face?" The man looked at Lu Mingfei with narrow eyes, "Your eyes softened obviously when you mentioned going to Japan. To a certain extent, that is the look you would show when you miss the girl you love."

"You can't hide your love for someone. Even if you don't say it, love will come out of your eyes like a fountain!"

"As expected of someone who has experienced this, what he said is really good!" Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up.

"Would you like to go in and continue attending your class reunion? I also have A5-level premium Wagyu beef and Kurogirishima shochu shipped from Sendai, Japan!" the boss asked, pointing to the inside of the izakaya.

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

"Where are the cute girls inside? Can you bear to leave them without even saying hello?" the izakaya owner joked with a smile.

"It would be more sad to meet and say goodbye. Besides, it's not like I won't come back." Lu Mingfei smiled and shook his head, then waved goodbye. Before leaving, he didn't forget to say, "Boss, leave a message for me to my classmates. He just said: I wish everyone a bright future and find their right people, Lu Ming must take the first step to find his girl!"

"You brat, the girl you like, if she nods and is willing to go with you, you have to snatch her back, no matter who it is from!" The owner of the izakaya shouted at the boy's back in the sunset, "Take her with you." Come to China, bring it to my izakaya, and the boss will treat you to fine Wagyu beef and the most expensive soju!"

"Definitely!" The boy, holding the knife, responded in a loud voice from a distance.

"Lu Mingfei, you will definitely be a man upright from now on!" The man murmured to himself as he looked at the boy who was about to disappear from sight.

…

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

There was a small river on the road from the izakaya to his aunt's house. He had walked this small road more than a hundred times, and the scenery had long been ruined. But for the first time, he felt that whether it was the green trees around him or the towering CBD area on the other side of the river, Yun's building looks particularly cute and pleasing to the eye today.

White dandelions bloomed beside the quiet river, and the flowers flew along the riverside, facing the crimson sunset and drifting towards the seemingly endless shore.

The boy walked along the sparkling river. He was thinking that it would be more beautiful if these white dandelion catkins were replaced with pink cherry blossom petals.

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

…

Late night, Tokyo Izakaya.

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

The figure wearing a black stand-collar trench coat opened the exquisite curtain with a painting of a girl playing the piano and silently stepped into the door of the izakaya.

"Sorry sir, it's late at night and our izakaya has closed. Please come early tomorrow..."

"What are you doing to deceive a child, Miyamoto Kenjiro?" The visitor seemed not to have heard the kind reminder from the izakaya owner. After entering the house, he just leaned on the counter in the front hall.

The owner of the izakaya turned his head and looked at the man in surprise. The man actually called him by his first and last name...Miyamoto Kenjiro, he had not heard this name for who knows how many years.

The person who came was wearing a dark windbreaker, his body hidden in thick woolen fabrics, and his tall stand-up collar like two mountain peaks hiding his true face. He wore an equally black top hat with a trimmed brim. Wearing silver silk threads, he is dressed like an aristocratic young man who traveled here from England. He speaks fluent and authentic Chinese.

"You are..." The owner of the izakaya, who was called "Miyamoto Kenjiro", frowned. The vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face were squeezed together due to confusion, and his brows were knitted into a deep mountain shape, looking puzzled. appearance.

"Kenjiro Miyamoto, the original genius in the Kihachi family who has more talent in swordsmanship than Inuyama Ga, it is true that you named your lover Kiku, and it is true that your lover died an unexpected death, but you distorted too many facts in your words to that child." The man in black trench coat said without emotion.

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

"You obviously live in Osaka, not Tokyo, and the place where you met your wife was not in Tokyo's famous red light district - Kabukicho, but in the most prosperous commercial street in the center of Osaka - Shinsaibashi." The man in the trench coat lit a light on the counter. A candle that has almost reached its bottom.

"Really?" Miyamoto Kenjiro said noncommittally.

"You stole Inuyama Ga's Kanze Masamune. The reason why you disappeared from the Snake Qihachi family was not because you didn't want to kill again, but because you defected; you didn't return to your family, but went to the Kukakukan... You want more from me Can I remind you?"

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

"Isn't that evil spirit yourself? It's the wife you lost control of and killed, and you cut off your arm to punish yourself." The man in the trench coat suddenly said sharply.

After a long silence, Kenjiro Miyamoto smiled and said, "Really? I don't remember. It's just the old man who lost his teeth and no one has picked it up for so many years. Besides, we must give young people some beautiful visions." Isn’t it?”

"In Japan, burning candles don't have a good meaning. It's better to use them sparingly." Miyamoto Kenjiro blew out the candles that were about to burn out, and the izakaya fell into darkness again.

The evening wind rustled, and the dancing tree shadows were swallowed up by larger black shadows. In the darkness, there seemed to be demons whispering.