Just as the old flower farmer wanted to say something, a woman in a red skirt came out of the inner house, but this time her face was a little paler.

"Yo, madam, why did you come out?" the old flower farmer suddenly became flattering when he saw his wife, and hurriedly put down the fruit in his hand and greeted him.

The woman rolled her eyes and ignored it, but when she saw Banxia next to her, she suddenly smiled and said, "Xiao Banxia, Ouyang's didn't bully you, right?"

"No, no. Banxia hurriedly said, and then she thought about it again and added, "The master is good to me, and just now he was asking me if I was used to living in the house." ”

The middle-aged woman stared at the old flower farmer in disbelief, who was smiling and just kept making a "hehe" sound.

Maybe it's because the weather is nice today, or maybe it's the passing of the birds in the sky, which makes this little woman who likes all good things very good. Banxia suddenly spoke again: "Madam, the master has just danced the sword with momentum!"

When the woman in the skirt heard this, she laughed and stared at Ouyang Geng with a playful expression.

Ouyang Geng was not so cheeky this time, he didn't look directly at his wife, just stared at Banxia, and said angrily: "What's the matter, children, don't talk nonsense, I can be said to be an axe in front of my wife, I don't dare to be, I don't dare to be." ”

Banxia didn't notice Ouyang Geng's tone, the little woman just felt excited, and when she heard it, she looked at Madame innocently and said with a smile: "Madame can also dance swords?"

The middle-aged woman nodded, with a faint smile.

Banxia looked surprised, she saw that Madame's physique, thin and weak, it was not to talk about it, but it was not a little strong. When she was a child, she spent time at the border gates, and some of the women had wide waists and round arms, and they were more powerful than men in drawing bows.

But Madame is like this... Not quite like the women.

Seeing Banxia's surprised look, the middle-aged woman said softly, "Do you want to see it?" ”

Banxia, who was wandering in his thoughts, was stunned at first when he heard it, and then replied: "Well, that's nature." ”

The old flower farmer saw his wife's pale face and was about to dissuade him, but he saw that the latter had already stretched out one hand and looked like he was "handing over the sword". He had to shrink his neck and hand the sword to Madame.

The sword was three feet six inches long, and it was three hundred and sixty days.

The width of the sword is one inch and eight minutes, half of the Tiangang.

This sword is pale silver in color, and there is nothing remarkable about it, it is just the sword worn by the old flower farmer when he first fought on the battlefield, and it has been left until now.

The old flower farmer bent over, handed the sword to the middle-aged woman with both hands, and said in his mouth: "Madam, please." ”

The latter took the sword with one hand, and first gently weighed it a few times.

After Ouyang Geng on the side saw it, he was afraid that the sword would fall to the ground, and the tangled and heartbroken expression could be seen at a glance.

It's just that later he thought of his wife's strength, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground again.

"Xiao Banxia, what kind of swordsmanship do you want to see?" The middle-aged woman was holding the sword at the moment, and she still looked like an ordinary person, just an ordinary woman holding a sword that was not so good-looking.

Banxia didn't see anything abnormal, she had heard in the border pass that there was a sect that made the sword very powerful, and killed people when it was unsheathed. So the devil sent the gods to the ground, and she said, "Madame... I once heard that there is a sect in the rivers and lakes that kills people when they are unsheathed. ”

When the old flower farmer heard this, he also rolled his eyes like his wife.

What kind of mess, if you meet a battle of life and death, this sheath doesn't kill, what do you use the sword for?

The woman in the skirt was quite patient, and she smiled: "Xiao Banxia, what about this sword, it's not who kills people quickly, or whoever kills more people with a sword is powerful." ”

"Do you kill when you get out of the sheath? ”

Before the words fell, the pale silver sword was unsheathed, and a bird fell to the ground in the sky.

Banxia's eyes widened, and her mouth didn't close.

How did the sword get out?

"Madame, you... When did the sword come out. ”

"It's just a trick, not enough to worry about. The woman in the skirt put the sword into the sheath, touched Banxia's face by the way, and continued, "You, you, don't be deceived by your own eyes. ”

"But, ma'am, I think that's true. But I think your swordsmanship is too fast, and it doesn't have the momentum that the master just had. Banxia spoke her mind.

When the old flower farmer heard this, his old face turned red, and he hurriedly said: "You kid, why are you so ignorant, Madame's swordsmanship is superb, where is there a flower like me." With my swordsmanship, I probably won't be able to parry a thief when I go out, right, ma'am?"

The woman in the skirt raised her scabbard and was about to hit the old flower farmer the head, but when she saw that Banxia was also there, she took it away.

She said softly to Banxia: "Little Banxia, the women's sword dance should be in the evening, drink two small sips of sake, dance lightly with the moonlight, and look at your own reflection, you will really dance the sword." ”

Banxia seemed to understand or not, and asked, "Madame wants to say that the sword dance under the moon is the most beautiful for women?"

"Hmm... After all, I like to dance swords under the moon, and dancing swords during the day only adds to my troubles. ”

"Do you have any troubles with sword dancing?"

"Aren't you upset when a big fool-like person next to you sees you?"

Banxia didn't dare to talk at the moment.

Ouyang Geng echoed at this moment: "What Madame said is very true, when I was young, Madame danced the sword in the moonlight every night, and I played the piano and the flute. ”

At this time, there was a "bang", and the scabbard finally smashed down hard.

The old flower farmer sighed and hurriedly said, "Madam, I was wrong, I don't dare." ”

"Oh?"

"One is wrong not to shoot the lady's horse, the second is not to distort the facts, and the third is not to elevate oneself. ”

"There is growth. ”

"Madame. Said..."

"Oh?"

Madame has a point. ”

Banxia saw the conversation between the lord and the lady, and couldn't help but cover her mouth again and snickered twice.

"Xiao Banxia, I'll teach you to play with swords when I have time. The woman in the skirt turned to leave.

The old flower farmer followed, and Banxia replied, "Okay!" and followed.

The former was kicked, the latter was safe.

The old flower farmer was accustomed to it, and looked at the sky with his hands behind his back.

He wasn't missing anyone, he was just thinking about something.

Thinking about the days, the old man should have arrived.

Sure enough, the man with a jade pendant around his waist paced, still wearing long hair.

"Old man, why are you late again? ”

The middle-aged Confucian didn't answer, just pointed to the sky.

The old flower farmer didn't understand very much, and stared at each other with a wooden face.

"There are birds in the sky again. The middle-aged Confucian seemed to be talking to himself.

"What are you talking nonsense, can you control this bird in the sky?" the old flower farmer felt a little inexplicable.

The middle-aged Confucian sat on the ground again and whispered, "If only I or you could take care of them." ”

The old flower farmer didn't say anything casually at the moment, he suddenly thought of something, and said in a deep voice: "Do you think there is something wrong with the small study in the north, or the small study in the south?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was silent and thought for a long time before he spoke: "Are you so confident that only one of the two study rooms has a problem?"

The old flower farmer was trying to pat himself on the chest and promise that he was okay. Later, there was silence, and he immediately said, "There are my people in the small study to the south. ”

"But you know, there are others. ”

"How can you be sure that my people are inferior to others?"

The two of them seem to be playing riddles, you come and go.

The middle-aged man was reluctant to continue the topic, he continued: "The problem of the small study in the north is big, and even the people, you don't have them. ”

Ouyang Geng laughed twice and said, "It's because there are no people that I won't worry about it." ”

"Where there are people, there are people. If there is a human heart, there will be strife. ”

The middle-aged Confucian man brushed away the hair in front of him and stared at the old flower farmer: "Are you really so optimistic?"

The old flower farmer still smiled and said: "What is not optimistic, people are alive, and chess is also alive." Nothing is dead, not even the dead, he is alive. ”

"Oh, it has to be a valuable dead person to be alive. The middle-aged Confucian scholar disagreed.

"If dead people are worthless, then what are dead people?"

When the middle-aged Confucian priest heard this, he was a little stunned.

Sometimes, he really didn't want to go out of the small room, let alone see the person in front of him.

It's always out of bounds to say something, but you have to reply to him with a few crooked words.

"The old Shangshu in the ministry has already resigned. The middle-aged Confucian suddenly took off the jade pendant from his waist and played with it in his hand.

The old flower farmer first glanced at the jade pendant, then didn't look at it again, and said, "I know." ”

"Even the servant of the ministry was recommended by him. ”

"I know that too. ”

"You didn't move?"

After Ouyang Geng heard this, he stared at the Confucian scholar in front of him vigorously.

"Hey! ”

"Huh?" the middle-aged Confucian was mentally prepared.

After all, he has a number of what he says.

"What am I anxious about, isn't this still you!" Ouyang Geng said lightly, and then stared at the sky again, "With you, there are some things I don't need to worry about at all." ”

The middle-aged Confucian sneered a few times and said, "Aren't you afraid that something bad will happen to me?"

"What am I afraid of? ”

"But you have a lot of concerns. The middle-aged Confucian stared at Ouyang Geng with a playful expression.

"Sometimes, when I look at each other, I know if this person is reliable or not. Ouyang Geng said this, and suddenly coughed.

"No wonder you never dared to look at your wife. ”

"Ran Boyan!"

"Huh?"

"Can you get down to business?"

Ran Boyan secretly smiled in his heart, he had to use this trick to gain the upper hand.

He put away the jade pendant again, and said in a straight voice: "Before, I said that it would be nice if the birds in the sky could also take care of us. ”

Ouyang Geng's expression was a little solemn, he suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence, and said, "You mean, our intelligence network can't keep up?"

Ran Boyan nodded and said, "It can only be said that it is okay, there are some people who have not been enough recently, so I sent some people to Fenggu Town." ”

"Fenggu Town?"

"Well, it's useful. ”

"I don't care what you do, but raising a rabbit or a pigeon does have to waste some energy. ”

"It's not for you to raise, but..."

"I see, it's going to take some time, I'm going to go down and figure it out. The old flower farmer touched his chin.

"It's not that much trouble to talk to you sometimes. Ran Boyan smiled.

"Do you think it's appropriate for me to let Banxia live in the mansion?" Ouyang Geng said a digression.

The middle-aged Confucian priest brushed the hair in front of him for the second time, looked directly at Ouyang Geng, and said with a smile: "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" After finishing speaking, he got up and left.

Leaving the old flower farmer alone, he still touched his chin and thought about it.