I'm really not an old sword

"I'm back...Huh? What are you doing?"

As soon as Lin Qingsu came back, she saw a butt shaking towards her.

Looking closely, Miyamoto Musashi was kneeling in front of the fireplace, with his upper body completely buried in the fireplace, as if he was looking for something.

Hearing this, Miyamoto Musashi hurriedly climbed out as if he was guilty of something. As a result, he didn't pay attention and hit his head against the wall above the fireplace. It was so hard that you could hear a "Duang!" sound.

"Pain Pain Pain Pain!"

Miyamoto Musashi squatted on the ground with a frown on his face and his head in his hands.

"No." Lin Qingsu couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, young man."

Miyamoto Musashi repeated what had just happened with a guilty conscience, which made Lin Qingsu speechless and a little emotional.

After leaving Souji, he has been looking for men who are willing to communicate and learn from him. Even if they chat on weekdays, they are always about swordsmanship. The best relationship is when he learned "Yan Fan" from Sasaki Kojiro and called him "Mr." and they would drink together on weekdays.

He hadn't seen anyone so stupid in a long time.

"Young man, stop laughing!"

Miyamoto Musashi rubbed his head, feeling slightly annoyed and embarrassed.

"I was wrong in this matter. Just draw a line. I will accept any punishment!"

"What kind of punishment is it?" Lin Qingsu fell into deep thought.

The headache gradually eased. Miyamoto Musashi looked at the thoughtful Lin Qingsu, raised his eyebrows slightly, and took the opportunity to look him over.

She had to say that this young man was truly the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

He has both the youthfulness and vigor of a young person and the maturity of an adult. His appearance is angular yet a little soft. He looks very handsome no matter how you look at him. You will like any type of person. The more you look at him, the more attractive he becomes. He is a super beautiful boy.

Of course, this does not include shota control, which is perverted.

Coming back to her senses, Miyamoto Musashi looked at the beautiful boy in front of her who was very much to her liking and was still in deep thought, and suddenly her mind went blank.

Is he trying to make some unreasonable demands on me?

The woman's face flushed instantly. Although she looked like an extremely mature older sister and was fond of beautiful boys, the truth was that she had never communicated with men about anything other than swords.

No, Musashi, Musashi, what are you thinking about? Buddha said that a sword will become dull if you have a family!

"Actually, it's nothing."

Lin Qingsu was thinking about whether she should take this opportunity to ask her for the "Book of Five Rings." But after thinking about it, she realized that she was being overwhelmed by desire, in other words, she had lost her mind. Then she focused on how she had learned the "Nameless Three-Stage Thrust" from Souji, and thought about it until now.

"Let me teach you how to fish first."

The scene between the two of them suddenly changed to the beach.

"Isn't this amazing?"

"There are many more amazing things to come. Now focus and learn how to fish from me!"

"Huh? Yes!" Miyamoto Musashi immediately became a good student.

However, Lin Qingsu was clearly not a good teacher. To put it bluntly, he had no experience in this area. All the knowledge he had just memorized was from videos and materials he had just looked up on the Internet. He fumbled around for a long time before he made it look about 70% similar.

On the contrary, Miyamoto Musashi was very powerful. Despite his clumsy method, he successfully caught the fish in just two attempts.

This was a big blow to Lin Qingsu, who was still stuck in making fishing tools.

"Haha, boy, am I awesome?"

"It's really amazing." Lin Qingsu nodded in admiration.

"It's nothing, really. I just run into this kind of thing sometimes, like getting stuck in the mountains while walking at night, or getting lost in the forest and unable to find my way out... That's when I start thinking about making various tools, so I do have some experience."

Miyamoto Musashi, who caught the fish, happily put one hand on his waist, and their identities were exchanged.

"Young man, if you want to be a swordsman, you can't be so lacking in outdoor experience. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to die in the wild before you meet the enemy who can kill you!"

"Yes Yes."

Hearing this, Lin Qingsu regained some confidence, but didn't pay much attention to Musashi's words.

He will never go to the wild in his life. Isn't it good to enjoy himself in a mansion? Why suffer in the wild?

"Young man, how about we grill these fish!"

"it is good."

Lin Qingsu originally wanted to teach her some more experience in surviving in the wild, but after hearing this, she thought about it and gave up.

There will be plenty of time in the future, and I will teach you better slowly.

Just as he was about to create a fire, he was stopped by Musashi.

"I'm going to collect firewood."

"Is there no need to go through so much trouble?"

"How can it be a trouble?!" Miyamoto Musashi said confidently, "Survival in the wild requires a sense of ritual!"

"..."

What she said makes a lot of sense.

"Hmm."

Then Lin Qingsu watched Miyamoto Musashi walk into the forest. When he was about to follow him, Musashi stopped after taking two steps and looked back at him.

"what happened?"

"Hey young man, can you give me a change of clothes?"

Miyamoto Musashi opened his arms. "It's all sand and water, so wet."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingsu started communicating with the simulator. She saw a flash of light on Musashi's body, and the original samurai uniform disappeared, replaced by a modern one-piece swimsuit.

"What kind of clothes are these?"

Miyamoto Musashi waved his arms and took two steps, saying in amazement, "It feels so good."

"People in our era often wore swimsuits when playing at the beach." Lin Qingsu said as she looked at her.

The swimsuit was very conservative. It was what Lin Qingsu remembered Musashi wearing during the first stage of the Berserker class. Only his arms and legs were exposed.

Although the plump and tight white legs were enough for him to study for a long time, when he saw the breasts that were so big even in the swimsuit, Lin Qingsu couldn't help but think of Musashi's several American swimsuits behind him, and he felt a little eager again.

"One day I'll have Misaya buy a private beach and have them all wear the emperor's swimsuits..."

Lin Qingsu slapped herself in the face.

'Snapped! '

You're useless! A real man should practice swordplay. Why do you spend all day thinking about women?!

"Young man, why are you hitting yourself?"

"...Let's go collect some wood."

The two men each brought back a pile of wood. They rubbed the wood together under the sun until their hands were worn out. They finally managed to produce some sparks, but due to their lack of experience, they found that the sparks could not ignite the thick wood.

"How did you make fire by rubbing two sticks together?"

Lin Qingsu and Miyamoto Musashi, the proposer of the fire-making initiative, looked at each other for a long time.

"Actually." After a while, Miyamoto Musashi turned his head away as if defeated, scratching his face embarrassedly: "I usually use a tinderbox."

"...never mind."

After working for an entire afternoon, the two finally decided to use Lin Qingsu's "superpowers".

After finishing the grilled fish, it was dark, the stars were twinkling, and the cicadas were chirping. The two sat around the fire and enjoyed the night view of the island.

Before leaving, Lin Qingsu went to look up "How to make fire in the wild". After coming back, she spent some time demonstrating to Musashi how to make fire in the wild. She only said goodbye to her after Musashi successfully made fire.

"Oh no, I forgot to compete with him. The boy came to me to practice sword skills, but I ended up making him suffer for a whole day because of his own affairs."

Back in the real world, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly looked annoyed: "Next time I must have a good competition with him."

Then, the ragged Miyamoto Musashi sat on the beach.

Looking up at the stars and feeling the hunger in her stomach, the female swordsman who had always been alone suddenly felt a little lonely.

"I don't know when I'll see the boy again."

Chapter 4 Leif: This boy has the potential to be an emperor (5K37) (40/)

The next morning, Lin Qingsu sent a text message to Sajo Ayaka, asking them to meet at the restaurant.

Also accompanying her was Olga Marie.

Ayaka slept in Olga Marie's room last night. Judging from her expression, Ayaka must have slept very comfortably in the monarch's daughter's room. Although Lin Qingsu didn't understand why Olga Marie suddenly changed her temper, she had already reached a "reconciliation" with Ayaka and just honestly treated her to a meal.

Anyway, even if she has some ulterior motives, she can't do anything.

"Ayaka, why don't you just move in here!"

"this..."

"What does it matter? There are plenty of rooms anyway, and I want to hear stories about your travels tonight."

Olga Marie thought very simply.

If I had a good relationship with Sajo Ayaka, she would feel embarrassed to steal my man.

Maybe, he would take the opportunity to reestablish contact with Lin Qingsu, or at worst improve his impression of him.

And Sajo Ayaka's thought was very simple, she was short of money.

She thought about it carefully before going to bed last night. It was too weird to let Lin Qingsu treat her to dinner every day. Although she had no choice but to do so in order to save money to buy the holy relics, it seemed very safe with his fiancée next to her.

She also guessed that Olga Marie probably wanted to establish a close friendship with her so that she would feel embarrassed to flirt with Lin Qingsu.

I was happy to go along with her because she just wanted to find her big brother.

As for Lin Qingsu, although he had a strange liking for her, it was only a liking, and an inexplicable liking. He didn't care which woman he wanted to be with, and Sajo Ayaka wished she had more "bodyguards" like Olga Marie.

......

These days, Lin Qingsu spent her time inviting Sajo Ayaka to dinner and then going to see Miyamoto Musashi.

After reconciling his relationship with Sajo Ayaka, he actually had nothing else to do.

Now this kind of friendship is very good.

Olga Marie seemed very anxious these days, but whether she was anxious or not had nothing to do with Lin Qingsu. On the contrary, Lin Qingsu hoped that she would always be anxious but couldn't think of a way to do it, so he was happy to be free.

As for Miyamoto Musashi, he had been playing 'Survival in the Wilderness' with her.

These days I have been teaching her survival skills, how to identify various mushrooms, and modern hunting techniques.

During this period, Miyamoto Musashi proposed to practice swordsmanship with him several times, but Lin Qingsu always declined on the grounds that "your safety is more important." As expected, Miyamoto Musashi was filled with regret and studied even harder.

This was also within Lin Qingsu's calculations.

Although practicing sword skills is urgent, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

After practicing sword for several months, his relationship did not improve, Miyamoto Musashi was reluctant to teach him swordsmanship and suddenly he could not summon it.

It is better to build a good relationship with her first to cultivate her favor and guilt, and then wait until the time is right to win her over in one fell swoop!

Although it sounds a bit scheming, Lin Qingsu doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. She talks as if one can find a girlfriend without any scheming in real life. Isn't the inheritance of ancient master-disciple relationships mostly like this? Each fellow disciple tries his best to perform well in front of the teacher just to make the teacher pay more attention to him and pass on the true mantle to them.

"I'm almost done teaching tonight."

On the way back from the cafeteria, Lin Qingsu was thinking about something.

There were heavy footsteps in the corridor.

After several days' journey, the train stopped in Washington, the capital of the United States today. It is time for passengers from the United States to board the train.

Just as Lin Qingsu quickened her pace and tried to avoid the crowd, a familiar green shadow suddenly appeared at the entrance in front.

He wore a green top hat and suit, with seaweed hair draped over his shoulders. His old-looking face always had a smile on it and his eyes were squinting.

Lin Qingsu stood there in a daze, feeling cold all over.

Rafe?!

Why is he here? !