America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu took the clothes from Sean's hand and walked to the brother who opened the deal.

"My money." Chen Jianqiu smiled and stretched out his hand.

The brother honestly handed the handful of banknotes he was holding into Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu clicked, smoked part of it, and returned the rest to the brother.

"too much."

So he said.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Chen Jianqiu walked to Roosevelt's side.

The police chief had put on his glasses again, but his face was still a little pale.

"How are you, are you okay?" Chen Jianqiu asked with concern.

Roosevelt took a breath.

"You are really strong." Roosevelt said to Chen Jianqiu while adjusting his coat. "Teach me if you have time?"

Chen Jianqiu and Roosevelt were the only two people left in the living room.

It's Pink.

The rays of the rising sun spread over the entire pasture, covering everything here with a layer of gold.

"But it seems that many people here want me to go back early."

"A passing cowboy discovered it. He plans to go to Shepherd Town to purchase some things today."

"It's okay, let's go back."

He found Roosevelt standing in a circle watching, and walked over with a smile.

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu walked side by side and said to him.

"Aren't you planning to go back east?"

After much consideration, he still took Feiniao and went to the crime scene with Roosevelt and others.

It was spring and there was no fire in the fireplace.

"I tried to integrate myself into them, but it seemed that they didn't agree with this; the nanny also advised me to go back early, saying that it would be better for Alice to stay in a big city."

After arriving at the ranch, he deliberately slowed down his pace and came to Asuka's side.

After Chen Jianqiu finished one set, he put his feet together and stopped working.

This made him even more interested in the Chinese man in front of him.

Roosevelt changed his clothes and opened the door to the house.

Early the next morning.

Just when Roosevelt was asking Chen Jianqiu for advice on Chinese martial arts like a curious baby.

Chen Jianqiu put his arm around the Indian young man's shoulders:

Chen Jianqiu helped him up from the ground and put a coat on him at the same time.

Feiniao raised his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu.

"No one in the family of five survived. They were all burned to charcoal."

Roosevelt looked out the window with a wry smile on his face.

"Asuka, what's wrong?"

"OK."

If we had just talked in general terms on the horse before, it was the chat tonight that allowed Chen Jianqiu to see Roosevelt's erudition.

Roosevelt motioned to his subordinate to speak directly.

Several kerosene lamps and candlesticks illuminated the living room.

Under the moonlight, his expression was a little dazed.

"Sir, something happened. Another ranch was attacked."

"Sir, come and take a look at this."

Early in the morning, if it wasn't an urgent matter, I wouldn't have driven here like this.

Pink glanced at the flying bird behind Chen Jianqiu and hesitated to speak.

"Why don't you three stay at my place for the night instead of staying in a hotel? My place is big."

"I'm good at killing people, my martial arts skills are average, and I'm good at strengthening my body."

Chen Jianqiu nodded and began to read Roosevelt's manuscript again.

Pink replied with a stern face.

"Oh? I think you have quite a high reputation among the townspeople."

The police officer handed the item into Roosevelt's hand.

Several people quickly rushed to the ranch located on the edge of the reservation area.

"Is it a Sioux thing?"

Chen Jianqiu sat on the sofa, flipping through a draft of a new book handed to him by Roosevelt by the light of the candlestick.

Other people also gathered around, but Chen Jianqiu patted Asuka on the shoulder and walked aside.

"Well, the cowboy said, he was in the distance and seemed to see Indians appearing near the ranch, so..."

He stood at the door of the house with his hands on his hips and looked at the entire ranch.

Ranch workers and cowboys are already busy.

Naturally, Chen Jianqiu would not persuade Feiniao to become a traitor.

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu both stopped their movements and looked at the horse.

It seems that the matter is not over after all.

"That should be very powerful, right? Can you teach me?" Roosevelt looked eager to try.

"Um."

Many of Chen Jianqiu's views were considered by Roosevelt to be highly imaginative and epic.

"Where? When?"

"He saw it was on fire."

"Boxing technique? Does it come from China?"

Asuka's face looked very ugly.

"It's much better. It's nothing serious. I was too careless just now. I should have been able to prevent his punch."

He said with some regret.

His movements are extremely powerful, with the sound of hunting, and every move is clean and neat.

"Just say it directly, don't have too many scruples."

He is not only a politician, but also a very good historian and a prolific writer.

Obviously the answer is yes.

Three people walked out of the crowd.

The traces on the ground are very messy, including horse hoof prints and footprints, but they have obviously been deliberately disturbed. They are stacked one on top of the other and nothing can be seen.

They drove the cattle and sheep out of the pen and headed towards the pasture.

"Just tell me what you have to say, don't hide it in your heart."

"What else did the cowboy say?" Roosevelt turned around and asked Pinker.

In the twilight, Chen Jianqiu was standing on the grass outside the fence, making gestures in the air, as if he was boxing or dancing.

Chen Jianqiu took out a cigarette, lit it, held it in his mouth, and asked.

The three of them mounted their horses and set out on the road back to the ranch.

A horse appeared on the distant horizon, galloping towards the pasture.

They chatted until late at night, and the content was extremely broad.

But many of his views still do not break through the limitations of time and race.

Roosevelt looked on stunned.

Chen Jianqiu found that Feiniao had been mechanically following them since they entered the town, silent and preoccupied.

This is a bone ornament, strung with a hemp rope.

He suddenly thought of the worst possibility.

Roosevelt walked out of the dilapidated house that was still warm.

Although the Indians are scattered, this Sioux tribe is definitely not the same one before Asuka, and may still be hostile.

Roosevelt frowned.

Chen Jianqiu's hand temporarily stopped turning the pages of the manuscript. He raised his head and glanced at Roosevelt.

"Well, Guangdong, China."

"I can teach you now if you are interested."

Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the big house.

Hiss~

Chen Jianqiu realized that the problem seemed a bit troublesome.

The nanny has already put Alice to bed.

Chen Jianqiu walked up to Roosevelt.

In addition to the wooden house behind him, the barn and warehouse were also set on fire.

Before he finished speaking, a police officer who was investigating the scene not far away ran over with something like an ornament in his hand.

Roosevelt looked at Chen Jianqiu beside him and wanted to ask his opinion.

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu looked at each other with a stern expression.

"Um."

Chen Jianqiu could feel that the distance between him and himself was obviously much closer.

The fence was empty, the sheep and horses were gone.

Chen Jianqiu squatted down and began to observe the marks on the ground.

"Everyone, keep playing, let's move out first!" Chen Jianqiu turned his head and bowed his hands to the onlookers.

After the room was tidied up, the black man and Asuka went to rest first.

"It's the Parsons' ranch, on the edge of the Indian reservation. It might have been last night or early this morning!"

"My master taught me a set of boxing techniques, but I don't know what it's called."

"Who discovered it?" he asked Pink beside him.

"It's nothing, boss, I'm fine."

"It's good to be a vigilante here and write a book. I will still take Alice back to New York State every winter."

Roosevelt asked a servant to prepare a room for the three of them, while he chatted with the three of them in the living room.

The horse quickly came close, and the man on the horse got off the horse, panting.

But from the perspective of the nation as a whole, the position should still be very clear.

Chen Jianqiu took a puff of cigarette and dusted off the ashes with one finger:

"Relax, don't cry all the time. Is it possible that you still know someone in that tribe?"

Asuka took a deep breath and nodded.

"Judging from the style of the ornaments, the leader of that tribe should be my father's good friend, Sitting Bull."