I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

Finally, let me talk about the results. I haven't checked the results since it was put on the shelf. I just kept typing.

I didn't expect the results to be so good, now it's almost 2000 average

Although for many simulator fans this result is just like that, or even just their starting point

But when I think about the fact that the game starts with the Japanese Warring States period, and the characters are all unpopular even in FGO, I am quite surprised.

Although it may be due to the recent popularity of FSR games, coupled with Xiaochun's ability to make a little money (referring to the two boxes)

But what can I say? No matter what, no matter how impetuous the short video era is, no matter how fast the platform pace is, as long as you write a good story carefully, you can still get a good return.

As expected, the most important thing is to enjoy reading and writing books.

Xiaochun has always been a fan of cooking power. She shouldn't lose her original intention of having fun just because she's obsessed with intensity.

Xiaochun is an immature author, and he once became autistic due to his mental problems, but I would like to thank old and new readers for their long-term support!

So finally, I'm asking for a subscription! Even readers who want to support the book, please be kind enough to open a custom subscription!

You need to eat, otherwise you will have to stay under the overpass and pick up trash to make a living??????

Finally, love you muamuamua!!

Chapter 3100: Musashi: Is this the world of scholars? ( words)

You reunited with your senior brother, Torachiyo, but he apparently didn't recognize you.

Three years have passed, and things have changed. You are no longer the Ah Xue of Linquan Temple, and she is no longer the Hu Chiyo of Linquan Temple.

You are both happy and unwilling to accept this outcome.

[How much you wish that your senior brother could recognize you and embrace you like the sun again like before——]

【But perhaps sometimes, not recognizing each other is the best ending. 】

[Although Nagao Kagetora didn't recognize you, his words always showed that he paid special attention to you.]

【Perhaps she is also hesitating.】

"After three years of wandering around, I finally met my senior brother again..."

Lind looked at everything that happened in the simulation and sighed in awe.

Perhaps this is the cruelty of fate.

The two brothers who were once as close as brothers turned against each other with swords when they met again.

However, it was also thanks to Ashikaga Yoshiteru's mediation, otherwise there would have been bloodshed today.

This would be the most unacceptable ending for either Axue or Nagao Kagetora.

But the Shogun is only eleven years old now. Miyamoto Musashi said that he would challenge this swordsman in his first battle...

Linde's expression suddenly became strange.

Damn it, you want to kill him while he's still young, right?!

What a despicable smallpox flower!

However, the current situation is not optimistic for my own trumpet.

Lind tapped his fingers and began to analyze the situation calmly.

First, Axue killed those evil monks in Wanfo Temple who deceived the world and stole their reputation, and then was wanted by the Buddhist community.

Kyoto is the historical base of Mount Hiei in Japan. If Axue's whereabouts are exposed, then the endless monks can use this as an opportunity to attack Heian-kyo directly...

You should know that Japanese Buddhism launched a holy war called "Ikko Ikki", and even the powerful Warring States daimyo did not dare to confront it head-on.

You should know that once the casualty rate of the soldiers under the command of an ordinary Warring States daimyo exceeds 20%, the daimyo will collapse and disintegrate. This is why the saying goes that to capture a thief, you must first capture the king. In such a chaotic world, once the enemy general is killed, his subordinates will directly collapse and flee.

But the monk soldiers are different.

Sometimes even when the casualty rate has reached 70%, they will not flee in the face of the enemy. Instead, because of their loyalty to their faith, they will engage in a second-stage burst and start an extreme one-on-one exchange with the enemy.

Therefore, once surrounded by these monk soldiers, no matter how powerful the wind-controlling swordsmanship in Axue's hand is, it will be difficult to escape.

But there is still good news, that is, Ashikaga Yoshiteru is a smart man.

The young shogun himself had no real power in Kyoto and was strangled by Hosokawa Harumoto.

Not to mention dealing with the monk soldiers, the Tiantai Sect just lacked a name that could unify the Warring States Period, otherwise it would have wiped out Kyoto long ago.

The crusade against the White-robed Asura is very likely to be an opportunity for these Buddhists to take advantage of the situation.

If these monk soldiers snatched Oda Nobunaga's job and were the first to complete the drama of holding the emperor hostage and controlling the princes, then this first simulation would not only be a failure, but would actually become a singularity.

Ashikaga Yoshiteru would certainly not sell the whereabouts of the White Shura. He also hoped to curry favor with heroes such as Nagao Kagetora and restore the glory of the Muromachi shogunate.

"But the current situation is too ironic..."

Lind looked at what was happening in the simulation, feeling a bit amused and helpless.

The first time Axue and Nagao Kagetora met again was actually in a brothel.

And the group is going to start visiting prostitutes in a brothel...

Miyamoto Musashi and Nagao Kagetora were already clashing with each other, and now they were about to provoke some prostitutes into the fray—

Namo San, what a Shura field this is!

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"There are many high-quality and promising candidates in this year's Oiran Contest."

Tsuchimikado Yasuaki explained from the side.

"Not only are there the wives of convicted officials whose property was confiscated, but there are also women specially transported from Kyushu Island. This is a variety of charm that Kyoto has never tasted before!"

Just as the Yin-Yang Master said, after the stage below was set up, the annual Oiran selection competition began.

"West Wing, geisha [Kasuga], legs are two feet nine inches long!"

In that hall, the geishas were treated like works of art, measured with rulers by the prostitutes in the brothel, who announced it loudly and delicately.

"East Wing, geisha [Xia Qing], legs three feet and a half long!"

"Chest is three feet five!"

"Chest circumference 4'3"

Unlike the noisy atmosphere in the hall, there was laughter and joy in the Chenxiang Pavilion.

"This courtesan must not only have outstanding looks, but more importantly, a good figure!"

Seeing the noisy scene below, Kamiizumi Nobunaga couldn't help but stroke his beard and burst into laughter.

"So, if I participate in this Oiran competition, won't I definitely be elected as the Oiran?"

Miyamoto Musashi was not a shy person, and he immediately started cracking melon seeds with Kamiizumi Nobunaga.

"Uh......"

Kamiizumi Nobunaga lowered his head to glance at the raging waves of Miyamoto Musashi, and then said with a little embarrassment.

"Although Lord Miyamoto is a man of great generosity, this courtesan is also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I'm afraid that is not the strong point of a samurai like me..."

"Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? Aren't prostitutes just required to be good in bed?"

Miyamoto Musashi blinked and seemed speechless.

“There are two kinds of people in the world who particularly love to compete for fame.”

Nagao Kagetora drank a dish of fine wine and sneered at the uneducated Miyamoto Musashi.

"That's the scholar and the prostitute."

Countless poems and verses handed down in history were written by literati and poets from the bellies of prostitutes.

The poems of literati will be passed down from generation to generation, and the value of a poor prostitute will also rise because of these poems, and she will become a famous prostitute of her generation.

This white-haired martial god was a scholar who loved poetry, and he recited a passage to suit the occasion.

"The silver candlelight shines coldly on the painting screen in autumn, and a light silk fan flutters against the fireflies. The night sky is as cool as water, and I lie down to watch the Altair and Vega stars."

Everyone present was stunned by the poem that Nagao Kagetora then recited.

After all, most of the people present were not cultured people. They were all warriors who only knew how to wield swords and guns. It was really a bit embarrassing to sit with a cultured person like Nagao Kagetora.

Even the Onmyoji Tsuchimikado Taisho, who was the least able to deal with the white-haired war god, had to clasp his fists in admiration at this moment.

"Lord Jinghu, at such a young age, has already galloped through the battlefield, capturing cities and strongholds and achieving numerous military exploits. I never expected him to have such a profound understanding of poetry. Is this 'Autumn Eve' by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty? I am truly in awe of him!"

Du Mu was originally the grandson of Prime Minister Du You. He passed the imperial examination at the age of 26 and had a bright future.

However, Du Mu himself was young and frivolous, and he loved to play, and he often gambled with his friends on prostitutes.

Finally, the governor of Huzhou had no choice but to organize a dragon boat race for him. There were so many people watching that Du Mu took one look at a ten-year-old girl in the crowd and was deeply attracted to her.

But the girl was still young, so Du Mu made a ten-year agreement that if he became a high-ranking official by then, he would marry the girl.

However, fourteen years passed in a flash, and Du Mu finally became a governor. But when he went back to find the girl, she was already the mother of three children. Du Mu had no choice but to give up.

This poem "Autumn Eve" is full of the feeling of loss. The night is as cold as water, but one can only look at the Altair and Vega stars and sigh silently.

However, the warriors who did not understand the story behind "Autumn Eve" only thought that the poem was extremely beautiful.

Miyamoto Musashi cracked melon seeds and smacked his lips as he commented, "Other people are lying down to gaze at the Altair and Vega stars, but some people can't even get married and can only visit prostitutes in brothels. How pitiful."

"...Do you think I'd be angry? You're a vulgar person who doesn't understand the elegance of poetry."

Although Nagao Kagetora said this calmly, she couldn't help but feel angry. She was so angry that she picked up the wine jug and started drinking.

"...I do know that Du Mu once wrote another poem."

Axue suddenly spoke.

"It was also written in a brothel, addressed to a prostitute there. It has nothing to do with anyone here. I am just sharing it casually to suit the occasion. It has nothing to do with me personally."

Ashikaga Yoshiteru was stunned by what he heard.

No.

What disclaimer means stacking the armor?

"I advise you not to cherish your golden clothes, but to cherish your youth."

The Shura in white took a sip of tea and then spoke in a leisurely tone.

“Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.”

"Great poem! Great poem!!"

Although Miyamoto Musashi didn't understand anything, he still led the applause and cheers.

"...When flowers are in bloom, pick them right away. Don't wait until there are no more flowers to pluck."

As Kamiizumi Nobunaga pondered over the last lines of the poem, he felt a sense of desolation seeping into his bones.

This poem is "Poem of Du Qiuniang" written by Du Mu.

Du Qiuniang was originally a famous prostitute in Jinling. She became famous at the age of fifteen and captured the hearts of countless people with her poem "Golden Threaded Clothes", including the young Emperor Xianzong of Tang.

But many years later, when Du Mu traveled to Jinling, he saw the old and ugly Du Qiuniang. He couldn't help feeling pity for her, so he wrote this poem.

The desolate and sad feeling is naturally needless to say.

However, compared to the people present who were still savoring the poem, Nagao Kagetora's right hand was shaking so much that he could no longer hold the wine bottle, and the bottle fell to the ground!

"...Bai Yi Shura, I don't like this poem. Can you change it?"

Nagao Kagetora was silent for a long time before he uttered these dry words.

"Amitabha, how can poetry be changed? This is the past that cannot be changed in history."

Axue just put her hands together and replied.

"???"

Looking at the encrypted conversation between the two people, Miyamoto Musashi was stunned.