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The busty female warrior could only scratch her head in confusion, feeling an indescribable sour smell in the air.

White teeth......

Shouldn't I also take some time to read some books?

Chapter 3500: Axue: I’m Really Not a Scumbag ( words)

Emotions are like a river. If they don’t flow, they will become blocked and the dam will burst.

Ancient poetry is the expression of human emotions from within.

The highly condensed text is full of beauty and artistic conception.

In poetry, the ancients would give elegant names to a wisp of wind, a snow, a stone, and a stream.

The reason why good poems can be passed down through the ages is that even a layman can feel the beauty of the verses.

Whether it is the cool night sky in "Autumn Eve", or lying down to watch the Altair and Vega stars.

Or as the poem by Du Qiuniang says, when flowers are in bloom, pick them immediately; don’t wait until there are no flowers left to pluck.

The complex emotions contained in it can make everyone in Chenxiang Pavilion linger on it.

Today is the chaotic Warring States period when the martial spirit prevails and the literary spirit has been almost abandoned.

Even the brothels that are most particular about the elegant and coquettish atmosphere have been rarely visited by intellectuals in recent years, let alone poetry. There have been few scholars since the chaos of the shogunate.

Basically, the brothels were visited by some uneducated warriors, who kept on playing drinking games and making couplets. Their quality was uneven and they couldn't do anything good. They just put on a show of pretending to be elegant and then went upstairs with the prostitutes in their arms.

If this goes on and on, there will be people who pay and just want to have sex quickly and leave immediately.

Prostitution should never be a job, and foreplay is very important!

Because if we only talk about the quality of her skills in bed, how can a geisha's body be sold at a good price?

Who would care about the charm of a young girl? Naturally, the price of an old man in the world will rise.

The old geishas could easily squeeze the customers into surrendering, and gradually no one would come to the brothel anymore.

That is why Shimabara Flower Street holds an annual Oiran selection contest, the purpose of which is to create a sense of atmosphere, to tell the background story of the products well and to enhance the artistic value of the products.

Poetry is the best at inducing empathy.

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

Even the young Shogun Ashikaga Yoshiteru was moved, and he slammed his fist on the wine table and said unwillingly.

"If the eleven-year-old me doesn't cherish the opportunity before me and accomplish something great, will the twenty-one-year-old me be left with a lifetime of regret?!"

"...pluck flowers when they are in bloom, don't wait until they are empty and have nothing to pluck."

The elderly Naoe Keitsuna couldn't help but lower his head and droop his brows, muttering to himself in his heart.

"Now is an auspicious day to unify the Warring States. We cannot let this White-robed Shura ruin Lord Kagetora's plans. We must, just like before, remove the destabilizing obstacles to Echigo's future!"

"The sky is as cool as water at night, I lie down and watch the stars Altair and Vega..."

Miyamoto Musashi pondered it over and over again, but he didn't taste the sadness in it. Instead, he muttered in surprise.

"Isn't this just me and the blind man?"

Only the third intellectual present, Onmyoji Tsuchimikado Yasuaki, sensed something was amiss.

This Nagao Kagetora and White-robed Shura are definitely old acquaintances!

The Yin-Yang master analyzed carefully and rigorously.

Poetry that comes out of the mouth is a reflection of one's state of mind. When Nagao Kagetora saw the scene of the oiran competition, the poem "Autumn Eve" that she wrote without thinking must be a complete expression of her complex inner emotions.

"Autumn Eve" tells the story of Du Mu who, because he did not consider the future and made a vow on his own that he would definitely fulfill, missed the love he fell in love with at first sight and ended up regretting it for the rest of his life.

For the Dragon of Echigo, these may be some past events on the battlefield, or the past events of the dispute between the brothers of the Nagao family.

But what is intriguing is the poem that White-robed Shura said afterwards:

That is "Poems of Du Qiuniang".

You have to know that Nagao Kagetora might have just spoken casually, but White-robed Shura was definitely not casual.

If this white-haired martial god is the one who sets the questions, then this white-robed monk is the one who solves them.

Persuading you not to hesitate the golden garments, and persuading you to take care of your youth.

This is a response to Nagao Kagetora's nostalgia for the past, which shows that he also regrets the past.

But the most intriguing thing is the last two lines of Du Qiuniang's poem:

The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded.

Nagao Kagetora still misses the past and even regrets it.

But the White-robed Shura replied to her that the past should have been resolved, and if she wanted to resolve it now, it would be a thing of the past.

——The two of them must have had an unforgettable relationship!

This is the conclusion deduced by the Onmyoji Tsuchimikado Yasuaki alone among all the people present!

But the answer to this reasoning made the Onmyoji tremble with fear.

Because this is really too horrifying!

The Buddhist martial god Nagao Kagetora actually has an ambiguous relationship with the Buddhist traitor Baiyi Shura?

What will be the consequences if this matter gets out and is known by the general public and even the Japanese Buddhist community?

You should know that the reason why Nagao Kagetora was the daimyo who had the greatest hope of unifying the Warring States was that he had the strong support of Buddhism behind him. He was the spokesperson of Tathagata Buddha on earth!

However, if the savior and the White-Clothed Shura were to become entangled, once this matter were to spread, it would definitely lead to the collapse of people's faith!

"Interesting! This is so interesting!"

Tsuchimikado Taisho couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth into an evil arc.

Lord Hosokawa must be informed of this matter. Once Ashikaga Yoshiteru forms an alliance with Nagao Kagetora, his faction will have the trump card to destroy them!

But what we need now is evidence to prove that Nagao Kagetora really has a deep relationship with Baiyi Shura!

The Yin-Yang Master stood up first and said, "This year's top courtesan will be chosen by Lord Jinghu. The next contestants have probably finished their runway shows, so let's invite them to the Chenxiang Pavilion!"

"...I'm a little tired. You guys can handle this kind of thing on your own."

Nagao Kagetora was already exhausted because of all the things that happened today. She just wanted to find an opportunity to be alone with Bai Yi Shura and the other one.

Is he really Axue?

Perhaps...this Shura in white has a great relationship with Axue?

The scars all over his body might be related to the fire...

Maybe... he was the passerby who passed by Linquan Temple?

He rescued Axue, who might be seriously ill in bed now, waiting for his help...

Yes, yes... After all... Axue can't be him...

No, no, Ah Xue would never say these words to herself. What flowers are in bloom and ready to be picked? Don't wait until there are no flowers left to pluck empty branches...

Are you doubting my feelings for you, Senior Brother? Ah Xue...

Senior brother is still the same as he was back then, he has never changed, it's really like that, Axue...

When she thought of this, Nagao Kagetora felt a terrible headache. She broke out in cold sweat and almost banged her head against the table.

Seeing that his lord had a splitting headache, Naoe Kagetsuna beside him quickly took out a box of pills from his pocket and asked the sweating Nagao Kagetora to take them.

"Lord Jinghu, don't get too excited, take a deep breath..."

Nagao Kagetora swallowed the pill with the help of wine, and her face finally regained its rosy complexion. She gasped and said, "Amitabha... I seem to be... sick again..."

"Lord Jinghu, you should rest and recuperate. You are here to relax and take a vacation. Don't dwell on the troubles of the past."

Naoe Kagetsuna's face was full of worry, fearing that his lord would fall ill.

"Kagetsuna, you're right. I can't fall like my father and brother. The entire Echigo country needs me..."

Axue, who was standing by, noticed the movement from Nagao Kagetora and quickly grabbed Miyamoto Musashi's hand, asking hurriedly, "Musashi, what happened to Lord Kagetora?"

"Eh?"

Miyamoto Musashi didn't expect that Axue would be so bold as to grab his hand in front of so many people.

The busty female warrior blushed, then looked over there and whispered in Axue's ear, "I think that white-haired madman is in a bad mental state. He seems to need some medicine to calm down."

It doesn't matter if he just looks at me. Nagao Kagetora is an expert and is very sensitive to gazes.

When he realized that Miyamoto Musashi was peeping at him, Nagao Kagetora glared at him.

But the moment he caught sight of Axue holding Miyamoto Musashi's jade hand, the white-haired war god suddenly felt an even more severe headache.

"—Ah, now the situation seems to be even worse than before!"

"...Brother's condition has become so dire?"

Axue knew that the Nagao family had always been tormented by illness.

The senior sister's father, Nagao Tamekage, died of illness, her mother also died of illness, and even the current head of the Nagao family, Nagao Harukage, is lying on the hospital bed dying.

However, my senior brother has been extremely healthy since he was a child and has never revealed that he has any hidden illness.

However, since three years ago, Nagao Kagetora has often suffered from headaches. Many famous doctors have been consulted but none of them could find out what's wrong with him. They just thought it was the work of evil spirits in his heart and advised this Dragon of Echigo to recite the Buddha's name and seek the Buddha's protection.

I didn't expect that when I saw myself today, this headache would relapse.

"Lord Kagetora seems to have suffered a relapse of his old headache. It seems we will have to choose the oiran."

Ashikaga Yoshiteru then spoke to the white-robed Shura.

"White-robed Shura, then you will choose the most beautiful woman for Lord Jinghu!"

"...Me?"

Axue pointed at herself with a look of disbelief.

"What's wrong? Since you have such a beautiful female warrior beside you who is completely captivated by you, your taste in choosing an oiran must be better than any of us here, right?"

At first glance, this white-haired Shura is an expert in the love field. He must be the kind of romantic figure who can walk among a sea of ​​flowers without getting hurt.

You should know that the one who can most bewitch women's minds is the evil monk who does not abide by the rules.

Doesn’t this Shura in white just meet all the characteristics?

"Well... maybe this is the prejudice many people have against me..."

The White-robed Shura then straightened up and tried to explain.

But he was soon interrupted by Tiger Eyes who was silent beside him.

"White-robed Shura! Stop pretending to be so noble! To be honest, you're incredibly ugly, but you have such a beauty by your side. Either you're doing yourself a good job, or you have some kind of sorcery. How can I let you choose the most beautiful woman? "

Tiger Eye's words were very popular and caused everyone to nod in agreement.

After all, in terms of appearance, the White-robed Shura must be the lowest level among all the men present. Even though his face was covered very tightly by the hat, he could not escape everyone's discovery of his face that was comparable to that of an evil spirit.

Miyamoto Musashi is a peerless beauty herself, but such a beautiful girl has been pestering the ugly Shura in white, which has already killed all the single men present.

You say that people like this shouldn't be allowed to choose the most beautiful woman, so who else has the right to speak?

Facing the unhappy looks of the men, Ah Xue finally sighed and told the story truthfully.

"Actually, many people really misunderstand me. They always think that I am no different from ordinary people—"

The Shura in white pointed at his own eyes and said calmly.

"I am actually blind, so I really can't choose the most beautiful woman."

Chapter 3500: You secretly teamed up to come to the brothel without telling me, right? ( words)

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in Chenxiang Pavilion couldn't help but look strange.