I'm really not an old sword

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"I'm just teaching them how to survive in the harem and how to do their job well."

"Forget about 'harem', what is your job?"

"Just be a good woman and don't think about unnecessary things."

Lin Qingsu looked at her. Although Tamamonomae had a soft and elegant smile when she said this.

But he didn't know if it was because he had watched too many Empresses in the Palace, but he always felt that she had a kind of "As long as I am alive, you will always be my concubines" temperament.

That's it.

Lin Qingsu sighed. As long as Tamamonomae didn't intend to make them all disappear from the world, it would be a good thing for him.

As for what kind of harem games she wants to play and how to train those women...

Although she was reluctant, Lin Qingsu also knew that having too many women would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

At this time, having a 'queen' who can control them can save him a lot of trouble. Otherwise, considering the number of women he has now, he doesn't have to worry about anything else and just needs to deal with palace fights every day.

Mary is unreliable, and other women cannot control others.

Fujiwara Akiko and Reiryukan Misaya are both good-natured, but their abilities are not enough to support them in managing everyone else.

It’s not that I’m not capable.

With their abilities, they can manage a normal harem and even a family and a business in an orderly manner.

But there is something wrong with the women Lin Qingsu is with now. Each one is more powerful than the other. They are too weak and have a natural disadvantage.

At present, only Tamamonomae, who is strong and experienced in palace fighting, can be qualified for this job.

"Don't bully them too much."

"I know better than you."

Lin Qingsu discovered that Tamamonomae really liked role-playing.

Tonight, Tamamonomae plays the role of the graceful and elegant queen.

She was wearing a platinum palace dress with phoenix patterns made of gold thread on the cuffs and collar. Her long hair was tied up, and her hands were folded, looking high and mighty.

His expression was proud and noble, his tone was cold and elegant, and he seemed inviolable.

But she also gave off a sense of charm that made people want to crush her self-esteem and trample on all her pride...

Lin Qingsu turned her head away: "How is Fujiwara Akiko?"

Tamamonomae naturally noticed Lin Qingsu's abnormality, and she curled up the corners of her mouth slightly, smiled contemptuously, and then returned to being the noble and elegant queen she was just now.

"She wants to learn the cultivation method from me."

Lin Qingsu understood Fujiwara Akiko's intention, which was her unwillingness to accept it.

It can be said that she is worthy of being Zhangzi. Although her courage is commendable, Lin Qingsu does not have high hopes for her at all.

After all, this was a majestic nine-tailed celestial fox. Compared to her cultivation, it would be better to think about studying poetry, songs, role-playing...

"How did you respond?"

"I taught you."

"What did you teach?"

Lin Qingsu discovered that she liked this question-and-sentence format recently. Could it be that she wanted to say a few more words to me?

"The method of dual cultivation."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

After asking for a while, Lin Qingsu finally got the answer.

The dual cultivation method was only auxiliary, and she also taught her an additional main cultivation method.

Although Tamamonomae had a miserable time in China for more than a thousand years, being chased and beaten by gods or bullied by immortals, her thousand years of experience, coupled with her "birth" of being either rich or noble, allowed her to collect a lot of information.

Lin Qingsu also became interested.

I discussed with her in detail the details of the dual cultivation method that she had taught Fujiwara Akiko.

Afterwards, we watched Ms. Tamamonomae perform an acting feast comparable to an Oscar.

......

On the top of the mountain, a blonde girl with two horns on her head sat leaning against a tree, bored.

"Are you here yet? When will you start?"

Her problem was not getting pads.

Looking at the white-haired man standing on the edge of the cliff and watching the distance, a hint of disgust appeared in her eyes.

Unlike Shuten, she is not used to obeying others.

But she did not resist the orders of Ashiya Doman and others who suddenly appeared.

The nature of ghosts is to obey the strong.

That's not right. This is the instinct of all living things. It's just that ghosts who are honest and value strength pay more attention to this.

And the reason why she lives with Shuten.

Part of the reason is that he likes being with her and being "friends" with her, and part of the reason is because Shuten is stronger than her.

Ashiya Doman's subordinates are very powerful.

In a one-on-one fight, there is one person who even Shuten would find difficult to defeat.

She is weaker than Shuten, so naturally there is nothing to say. She just needs to be obedient.

But now she can no longer stand them.

It would be fine if it happened once or twice. Shuten and I were living well together in Oeyama, but that guy actually wanted to separate me and Shuten now?

And asked me to intercept Minamoto no Raikou's troops!?

Can I stop that guy Minamoto no Raikou by myself?

And if you ask us to do something, you have to give us some benefits, right?

Whenever this happens.

Ibaraki always misses the carefree days he and Shuten lived in Oeyama, and he also hates these guys who disrupted his peaceful demon life.

Something about creating a new world and the future happy life of demons and ghosts...

That group of so-called "heroic spirits" and the monsters under your command believed your empty promises, but you don't think that we, a group of "half-way ghosts", will believe your empty promises, right?

I really want to chop you all to pieces with one knife!

If you can't beat it...

"We're here." Tengu suddenly said softly.

Far down the mountain, a team as tiny as ants was slowly moving along the path in the forest.

We are about to reach a valley.

The team was led by a white-haired man whose face could not be seen clearly.

He recognized him.

Watanabe Tsuna, one of the Four Heavenly Kings under Minamoto no Raikou and the recognized leader of the Four Heavenly Kings.

In the middle of the team, there was a carriage with the family crest of the Genji clan printed on it. It was Minamoto no Yorimitsu's carriage.

Minamoto no Raikou stayed in the carriage all the way, only coming out occasionally. But even if he came out, he would only stay for a while before returning to the carriage. His whereabouts were quite strange.

But he didn't dare get too close.

It is true that he is quite capable.

But once you get close enough to see clearly, let alone General Yuan, the incarnation of the "Ox Demon King".

Even Watanabe Tsuna might not be able to defeat him.

"Action?" Ibaraki Douji stood up, his tone unhappy: "I'm telling you, I will never get within five miles of them. Although my mission is to help you, if anything goes wrong, I will run away. Do you understand?"

Ibaraki Douji, the single king, still dares to play with it.

In a one-on-one fight, except for Watanabe Tsuna, they can't beat me at all.

But the Four Heavenly Kings are all here, and there's also Genjutsu who even Shuten may not be able to defeat, so even if it's long-range harassment, Ibaraki is also worried.

Tiangou glanced at her with disdain in his eyes.

Cowardly and without ideals.

If Lord Ashiya hadn't asked him to take her with him, he would have been ashamed to be associated with such a guy.

Recovering from his thoughts, Tengu looked down silently until two-thirds of the team had walked into the valley.

got windy.

The wind grew stronger and stronger. In the blink of an eye, the north wind was howling, blowing the trees crooked, and debris kept falling from the cliff.

One, two...

At first it was just a few pieces, then gradually more and more...

Seeing the humans who were buried in the rubble and had no time to evacuate, and the panicked troops trampling in the rear, Tengu smiled.

His job was just to stop it.

It is true that Minamoto no Raikou is extremely powerful, and even the Four Heavenly Kings under her command are not easy to get along with.

But those hundreds of troops were mostly 'ordinary people'.

Human beings are weak and are like ants. This is an unchangeable fact.

Minamoto no Raikou is not a human but a ghost, or in other words, a "god".

As for the limits that humans can reach, it is nothing more than Watanabe Tsuna and Lin Qingsu who is hiding behind the woman in Jingcheng.

What he had to do was to create "accidents" all the way to slow down the troops' movements.

And this was only his first action.

Next, he will continue to create various "natural disasters" to hinder their actions.

Unless Minamoto no Raikou and the Four Heavenly Kings were willing to abandon their troops and rush to Heian-kyo in a light carriage, they would have to move forward slowly even if they knew there was a trap.

Even Minamoto no Raikou served as a buffer at a distance of several kilometers.

It is also difficult to catch up with him, a Tengu who is known for his speed and can fly.

This was Ashiya Doman's plan.

Looking at the panicked, screaming and wailing human, Tengu's mouth curled up slightly, and a comfortable smile finally appeared on his cold expression. Even the lowly monster next to him looked a little more pleasing to the eye.

"Let's go," he said.

"Walk?"

Suddenly, an emotionless and indifferent voice sounded from the side.

"Today, please stay here forever."

Chapter 47: Collecting Three Heroic Spirits

‘Poof! ’

A simple sword pierced his heart, and then the hot energy like the rising sun flowed into his body along the sword.

When people arrived, they saw only a completely lifeless body.

"You mean, Ghost One Dharma Eye?"

Lin Qingsu sat on a stone chair in the yard, drinking tea that seemed to have been freshly brewed by Ashiya Doman.

However, the original owner of the yard, Ashiya Doman, was dead beyond belief.

Gui Yifayan just felt it was extremely absurd.