When the shoe-shiner heard Sun Shangwu's three words, the chaos drum in his mouth was on his cheeks, and it was difficult to swallow, and the chopsticks he was holding in his hand shook slightly, "You recognize the wrong person." ”

"Oh, is it?" the samurai twisted his fingers, "Introduce yourself, I'm the third disciple of judo master Muto Saburo Miyamoto Izumi, a few days ago, you people from the Shobu Pavilion went to the Samurai Pavilion to make trouble and injured my people, shouldn't we settle this account properly?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just a shoeshine guy. ”

Sun Shangwu picked up the bowl and drank the soup inside.

"Okay, then you can help me wipe my shoes clean, and I'll be the wrong person. ”

Miyamoto Quan lifted his feet and kicked the bowl in Sun Shangwu's hand to the ground, the bowl shattered into several pieces, and the fragments of the bowl cut Sun Shangwu's fingers open, and the blood fell into the snow from the fingertips drop by drop, and the blood was like a blooming red flower.

Sun Shangwu's cloudy eyes looked at the broken bowl on the ground, and he was silent in a daze.

At this time, the lady who sold wontons saw that the bowl was broken, and immediately went crazy, she picked up the hot spoon for making soup and smashed it on Miyamoto Izumi's head.

"You devil, my bowl, you broke my mother's bowl and lost money!"

Aunt Wonton crossed her hands on her hips and was angry.

There was a handful of ronin hair on the top of Miyamoto Izumi's head, and he was crooked by a spoon, and the soup floated down from the top of his head, and his face, hair, and clothes were full of sticky soup, and he stood up suddenly, his eyes red.

He is a dignified soft boxing master, a samurai of Oshima Country, who has just demolished the brand of a martial arts hall with the power of one person, and he didn't expect to be hit on the head with a spoon by a woman who sells wontons.

It's embarrassing!

"Yo, want to bite?" Aunt Wonton crossed her hands on her hips, "Decades ago, you came to this land to spread wild, didn't you obediently go back in the end, why, now you come to spread wild again?"

"Yaga!"

Miyamoto Quan roared angrily, touched his hand to his waist, and with a pop, a cold light suddenly appeared, and a knife came out of its sheath and went towards the wall and window where the eldest lady was.

At this moment, a hand overflowing with blood, frostbite and calluses on his hands held the knife alive, and the blood lay down from the sharp knife edge.

The eldest lady, who was originally screaming, slowly closed her eyes when she saw the blood dripping from the knife at this time.

"You're just shining your shoes, so why bother!"

Sun Shangwu combed his unkempt hair with his other hand.

"Eldest sister, you have to give money to eat wontons, I have no money, so I can only block the knife for you. ”

"I don't bother to care about you, who do you think you are, what kind of bullshit hero, or be a beggar. The eldest lady said, pulled down the wall and window, and didn't care about what happened in the alley.

"Blocking knives?"

The corners of Miyamoto Izumi's mouth overflowed with a cold smile, and there was still chaos skin on his long hair, and the whole person looked a little crazy.

"With your hands, can you stop it?"

Miyamoto Quan slowly drew the knife, and Sun Shangwu's four fingers, the blood overflowed redder, faster, and more.

"I can't stop it, if my hand can block the knife, my grandson will not fall to this point. ”

Sun Shangwu slowly let go of his five fingers and let the blood flow from his fingertips.

"Hahaha, so, you better shine my shoes honestly. ”

Izumi Miyamoto put away the sword and sat back on the shabby chair.

"I will shine the shoes of beggars, I will shine the shoes of farmers, but I will not shine the shoes of islanders. Sun Shangwu picked up the fragments of the bowl on the ground with his bloodstained hands, "Also, the eldest sister is a good person, you broke the eldest mother's bowl, you have to compensate." ”

"Compensation?" Miyamoto Izumi was stunned for a moment, then laughed coldly, "Sun Shangwu, if you can hand over your Sun family's ancestral Taiyan acupuncture method, not to mention compensating one bowl, it is not a problem to compensate ten golden bowls." ”

"I just want you to compensate for this broken bowl, as for what stitches, fake methods, I don't understand. ”

Sun Shangwu picked up all the broken bowls and spread them in the palm of his hand, his cloudy eyes revealing a touch of regret.

"Okay, pretend to be confused, Sun Shangwu, I heard that you have a daughter who is setting up a street stall, and the little girl is quite beautiful...... In addition to his fondness for martial arts and kicking, my master Muto Saburo's favorite thing is to train little girls...... Hahaha...... Aha......"

Miyamoto Izumi smiled, the green tendons on his neck were so obvious, but, he smiled and smiled, but found that the bowl fragments in Sun Shangwu's hand were bloody, in an instant, he suddenly realized something, stopped smiling, his expression suddenly became stiff, his right hand subconsciously held the handle of the knife, and wanted to pull out the knife, but as soon as he held the handle, a drop of blood dripped on the back of his hand, Miyamoto Quan quickly withdrew his hand again, and held his neck tightly, his eyes were bulging, and Sun Shangwu's gaze was full of fear.

Izumi Miyamoto got up from his shabby chair, covered his neck with his hands, and ran quickly down the alley, the more he ran, the more strange the sound of his breathing became.

Whew!

Whew!

It's like an inflated tire with a needle pricked and going flat.

Where Miyamoto Izumi runs, blood drops are connected in strings.

Miyamoto Izumi didn't understand when the other party's shoes-polishing hand came out, why he didn't even see the other party's action clearly, and his throat was cut!

"Save ...... Help me......"

Izumi Miyamoto ran out of the alley, grabbed a sharp man who was also wearing a kimono, and called for help in an inaudible voice, by this time, his face was bloodless.

As he opened his mouth to speak, blood gushed from his fingers around his neck, and his eyes widened and he fell to the ground.

"Who, who killed Miyamoto Izumi!"

The samurai looked at Izumi Miyamoto, who had fallen to the ground with a deep cut in his neck, his face full of fear and anger.

......

"Ahem...... Ahem!"

The unkempt Sun Shangwu threw the fragments of the bowl into the shoe shiner box, his body suddenly coughed violently, he covered his mouth with a bloody hand, and fresh blood covered his palms again.

"Why are you doing this?" The wall window was pushed open again, and the lady who sold wontons stared at Sun Shangwu opposite, "I've been polishing my shoes for a month, and finally this happened, you, let's go, I still have some money here, just give it to you." ”

The eldest lady took out a bamboo bag containing money, which contained bits and pieces of banknotes.

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of, don't worry, in the future, I will never affect you to sell wontons. Sun Shangwu got up, his back a little rickety.

At this time, Sun Shangmei, a girl with a hurried face around a towel, appeared from the alley and helped her father move the chair, "Dad, didn't you just take medicine, why did you cough again?"

"I'm fine, Xiaomei, don't go to the street to sell things in the future. Sun Shangwu's eyes behind his unkempt hair were full of love, "Doesn't your second uncle just want the Shangwu Pavilion, just give it to him." ”

"Dad, he's not my second uncle, I don't have such a second uncle. Sun Shangmei hugged Sun Shangwu, "Dad, I've already got you Jiuyang Grass and Blood Drinking Flowers, why don't you take them?"