I'm really not an old sword

He was afraid of death, and he didn't understand what Fujiwara no Michinaga had the confidence to dare to gamble his life with him.

It is obvious that all the advantages are in Fujiwara no Michinaga's hands. If things go as expected, his and Emperor Ichijo's power will be repeatedly compressed until they are destroyed.

Why would he gamble his life with himself when the situation was so good?

Does he have a trump card?

Yes, there must be a trump card.

Having found an excuse, Fujiwara no Akimichi smiled and said, "Uncle said it was too early. Father died of old age. He kept telling me how good Uncle was. My sister voluntarily became a nun to pray for our late father. When we met, she asked me to learn more from Uncle."

"As a nephew, I'm already busy being filial to my uncle, so how could I possibly hate him?"

"Tsk, you're just like your dead father, totally uninteresting and boring."

"Then it's as you say. I happen to have an authentic painting by Li Bai at home."

The corners of Lin Qingsu's mouth twitched slightly, and she could hardly hold back her laughter.

He seriously suspected that Fujiwara no Michinaga knew his nephew's true nature and was deliberately teasing him.

Seeing his lord being humiliated, Mori Nagako's face showed anger. He snorted coldly and swung his spear, and the sharp cold light pierced towards Lin Qingsu.

"How dare you?!" Fujiwara Akiko, who was 'ill', stood up suddenly and shouted angrily.

Mori Changke just looked at Lin Qingsu: "Get up and fight me."

Ignoring the icy cold light that was almost touching her face, Lin Qingsu picked up the wine jug, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to Mori Nagako.

"what do you mean?"

"Drink."

Mori Nagako sneered and raised his big hand like a palm-leaf fan to smash the wine glass away.

"I drink one, you drink one, that's fair."

The big hand stopped a few centimeters away from the hand holding the wine glass. After a moment, Mori Nagako snatched the wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

Wiping his mouth, he said, "Let's go outside."

Lin Qingsu shook her head: "It's fine here."

Mori Nagako's expression changed.

Lin Qingsu's indifferent expression made him feel humiliated. He was immediately furious and stabbed Lin Qingsu's head without saying a word.

A cold light flashed, and this time Mori Nagako used all his strength. He looked at the head so close to him with a ferocious smile on his face, as if he had already seen the scene of piercing his head and leaving his brain on the ground behind the gun.

Lin Qingsu just raised her hand.

The gun was caught.

Mori Nagako's face changed. The force coming from above was very strong. Although he looked down on this pretty boy hiding behind a woman, he didn't expect to kill him with one move. What shocked him was that he suddenly found that his body was like being poisoned. He had no strength?!

Could it be that glass of wine? !

"you...?!"

Mori Nagako's face changed, and before he could utter an angry question, Lin Qingsu pulled the gun, and Mori Nagako, who was holding the gun tightly, was involuntarily pulled in front of him. Lin Qingsu grabbed his shoulder with one hand and punched him, and a huge force came from Mori Nagako's chest.

'Boom! '

"vomit!"

The unspoken words turned into painful retching sounds.

"I hate being pointed at."

Lin Qingsu said indifferently, stood up, and then punched again.

Looking at the man who was holding his stomach in pain and trembling like a shrimp, Lin Qingsu had a cold expression.

He did poison the wine.

Ever since he met Shuten that day, he had the idea of poisoning him, but he had never found an opponent. Then Mori Nagayoshi happened to appear.

This is not a game. He does not have the "Old Sword" template. If he dies, he is really dead. He naturally will not maintain the same gaming mentality as in the previous simulations, playing knight games or fair duels with others.

When facing an enemy, one must naturally use all possible means to kill him at all costs.

And the opponent was still Mori Nagayoshi.

Lin Qingsu looked down on this man, or rather, he looked down on all the military generals in the Japanese Warring States Period.

He felt that there was something seriously wrong with their brains.

For example, Mori Nagayoshi, his so-called anecdote in history is...

He had a very fiery personality. When the guard at the checkpoint ordered him to dismount and reveal his family name, he roared in rage, "Not to mention how dare you let me, Katsuzo (Mori Nagayoshi), dismount in the presence of Lord Nobunaga? How dare you do that!" and then killed the guard.

He threatened to set fire to the town if anyone dared to block his way, so he forced his way through the checkpoint.

There are countless stories like this, and the story of someone being furious and beheading someone when he was asked to dismount from his horse at the edge of a newly built bridge (omitted below).

By the way, it was Lord Nobunaga himself who gave the order to dismount and announce the family name.

...

When Lin Qingsu saw his deeds, she was very confused.

How could this person become a Heroic Spirit?

His legacy was due to his violent temper, earning him the nickname "Oni Musashi," as he killed loyal guards.

When you are passing a checkpoint, is it wrong for a guard who doesn't know you to ask you to dismount for inspection?

On a newly built bridge, is it wrong for the guard to follow the orders of the adults and order people crossing the bridge to dismount and walk?

One or two incidents would be perverted enough, and this kind of thing is no different from killing innocent people, but as for stories like this, there are countless such things that Mori Nagako has done?

This kind of person actually left behind such an 'anecdote' and was praised by others?

Are the Japanese really not mentally ill?

Lin Qingsu felt that it was really disgusting for such a person to go to Valhalla.

Not to mention, he is actually "Ghost Musashi". Miyamoto Musashi hates evil and never attacks the weak. The people she challenges are at least people with swordsmanship comparable to hers. She relies on strength and hard work step by step to achieve the title of Sword Saint.

This forest chief can kill those who are loyal to their duties, have done nothing wrong, and are of low strength.

That's not just a bad temper, that's a distorted mind. He feels that others look down on him, and the only way to maintain his dignity is to kill.

Lin Qingsu originally thought that she was selfish and dark enough.

But when you look at history, wow, these so-called "heroes" are only getting more and more perverted, and there is no limit to their perversion.

In comparison, Lin Qingsu felt that he was worthy of being called a saint!

Can these people really be called heroic spirits?

Lin Qingsu is skeptical about the selection method of Valhalla.

——Well, the founder of Valhalla, that immortal Odin is not a good guy either, or rather, that guy is even more disgusting than this guy.

And when facing such a person, Lin Qingsu had even less psychological pressure to use poison.

'Bang! ''Bang! ''Bang! '

Lin Qingsu didn't use a sword, but just used his fists.

Until he was covered in blood and breathing more than he exhaled, Lin Qingsu felt relaxed all over. Most of the anger that had accumulated over the past few days dissipated. It turned out that hitting the sandbag was the best way to relieve stress.

He lifted him up by his hair and pressed his head on the table like a butchered chicken.

Mori Nagaka's face was so swollen that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Lin Qingsu raised his hand, grasped the air, and a sword appeared in his hand.

Lin Qingsu cut his neck like slaughtering a pig.

'Pfft! '

Under his control, bright red blood spurted out, covering Fujiwara no Akimitsu and Emperor Ichijo.

Chapter 31 Tamamonomae's Second Collaboration

A tall, cherry-haired woman was sitting in a circular bathtub made of natural stones.

The faucet kept spraying hot water.

The hot spring is surrounded by emerald green bamboos and tall wooden walls surrounding the bathing pool. The white mist rising with the sound of rushing water permeates this independent space, making it like a fairyland on earth.

"My Lady, the great devil is coming!"

The little white fox came jumping in.

Tamamonomae's hand holding the water stopped in the air, her eyes fixed on it. Drops of water slid from her white little hand and hit the water surface, creating ripples that spread out.

The big devil is Lin Qingsu, which is what the little foxes call him, and she calls him a dog man.

Of course, she would only think about it in her heart but would not say it out loud, as that would be inconsistent with her noble and elegant temperament and would also teach the children bad habits.

"Let him in."

The little foxes playing in the water on the shore ran into the house one after another.

After a while, footsteps were heard from the house.

Lin Qingsu pushed open the door.

Slightly warm steam hit his face, and the entire hot spring bamboo forest was shrouded in mist. A woman with long cherry-colored hair was sitting by the bathtub with her back to him.

Her long cherry-colored hair was scattered, some floating on the water and spreading out, some falling on the rocks of varying sizes on the shore. On the delicate and small earlobe, a drop of water accumulated from the hair hung down and hit the round shoulder.

Every part of this woman's body is like a work of art, which is fascinating.

The originally unattainable sense of distance quickly narrowed as Lin Qingsu recalled the previous ambiguity under the table...

Lin Qingsu bit the tip of his tongue, the pain suppressing his wandering thoughts. He asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"How cruel."

Tamamonomae sighed softly, and it was impossible to tell whether she was sad or happy in her voice.

Lin Qingsu was speechless. The banquet ended with him pinning Mori Nagako to death on the table.

Then he returned to the palace with Fujiwara Akiko.

He was planning to come and talk to Tamamonomae. They hadn't seen each other since he slept with her three days ago.

Originally, Lin Qingsu was still thinking that Tamamonomae wanted to kill her, so she never went to find Tamamonomae, thinking that going there would only bring humiliation upon herself.

But the behavior of her feet at the party gave him a different message.

However, he still planned to deal with the matter of Fujiwara no Akiko first, thinking of resolving the "misunderstanding" with her without revealing Tamamonomae's identity. However, man proposes, God disposes. Just after he sent Fujiwara no Akiko back to the palace and before he had time to say anything, Tamamonomae sent someone to find him.

"You got me all over it, don't you want to say something?"

"I don't quite understand whether you mean you were covered in blood, or..."

Tamamonomae was stunned and even stopped splashing hot spring water on her shoulders. She frowned slightly in suspicion.

"then what?"

Did he splash something else all over himself?

Tamamonomae thought for a while and soon remembered what he was talking about. Her face, which had turned a little pink from soaking in the water, turned visibly red.

She spat and said unhappily, "You bastard."

"So you can understand."

Hearing his teasing tone, Tamamonomae's chest rose and fell slightly.

She didn't know why.

These days, she couldn't control her emotions.

She has always been good at controlling her emotions.

No matter how angry she is, no matter how much she hates someone, she can still smile and chat with the other person happily, without anyone noticing any problems.

No matter how much she liked someone, she could show an expression of extreme disgust whenever she wanted to. Although she had never liked anyone except her sisters, that didn't seem to count as love, and she didn't need to pretend in front of them.