Just as the old flower farmer was trying to say something, a woman in a red dress walked out of the inner palace, but this time she looked a little pale.

"Oh, madam, why are you coming out?" The old flower farmer suddenly became flattering when he saw his wife. He quickly put down the fruit in his hand and went up to meet him.

The woman rolled her eyes and ignored it. She just saw Banxia next to her and suddenly smiled, "Little Banxia, ​​Ouyang's not bullying you, right?"

"No, no." Banxia said quickly, and then she thought about it and added, "The master is so kind to me. I was just asking if I am used to living in the mansion."

The middle-aged woman stared at the old flower farmer half-doubtedly, and the latter smiled and kept making a "hehe" sound.

Maybe it was because the weather was good today, or maybe the birds passing by in the sky made the little woman who was in love with all the beautiful things feel particularly good. Banxia suddenly said again: "Madam, the master has just danced his sword and is so powerful!"

When the woman in the ruqin heard this, she laughed loudly and stared at Ouyang Geng with a playful look on her face.

Ouyang Geng was not so shameless this time. He didn't look directly at his wife. He just stared at Banxia and pretended to be angry and said, "No, kids, don't talk nonsense. I'm just showing off my skills in front of my wife. I don't dare to be it, I dare not be it."

Banxia did not notice Ouyang Geng's tone. The little woman just felt excited. After hearing this, she looked at her wife innocently and smiled: "Can the wife dance swords, can she dance?"

The middle-aged woman nodded with a faint smile.

Banxia looked surprised. She saw that her wife was thin and weak, but she was not very strong. She had been at the border when she was young. Some women had wide waists and round arms, and their bows were stronger than men.

But Mrs....it's not very similar to those women.

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

Banxia, ​​who was floating in her thoughts, was stunned when she heard this, and then replied: "Yeah, that's natural."

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

The sword is three feet and six inches long, secretly compliant with 360 cycles.

The sword is one inch and eight minutes wide, and half of the Tiangang is equivalent to the Tiangang.

This sword is light silver and has nothing outstanding. 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 and handed the sword to the middle-aged woman with both hands, saying, "Madam, please."

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

When Ouyang Geng saw it, he was afraid that the sword would fall to the ground, and his entangled and heartache expression was visible at a glance.

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

"Xiao Banxia, ​​what kind of sword technique do you want to see?" The middle-aged woman was holding a sword at this moment, and she still looked no different from ordinary people. She was just an ordinary woman holding a not-so-looking sword.

Banxia did not see any abnormality. She used to hear that there was a sect who used a sword to be powerful, and that it would kill people if it was unsheathed. So she said, "Madam... I once heard that there was a sect in the world that would kill people if it was unsheathed."

After hearing this, the old flower farmer rolled his eyes as his wife.

What a mess? If you encounter a battle of life and death, why do you use a sword if you don’t kill someone if you are unsheathed?

The woman in the ruqin was quite patient. She smiled and said, "Xiao Banxia, ​​this is not the one who kills people quickly, or the one who kills more people with swords is amazing."

"Can you kill someone by unsheathing? I will do it."

Before he finished speaking, the light silver sword was unsheathed and a bird fell to the ground in the sky.

Banxia opened her eyes wide and her mouth did not close.

How did this sword get out?

"Madam, when did you...get your sword?"

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

"But, madam, I think this is true. But I think your sword technique is too fast, not as powerful as the master just now." Banxia expressed his thoughts.

When the old flower farmer heard this, his face turned red and said quickly: "Why are you so ignorant? Madam's swordsmanship is superb, so she is not as sensible as me. My swordsmanship, I can't even resist it when I meet a bandit when I go out. You are right, Madam?"

The woman in the rooster raised her scabbard and was about to hit the old flower farmer hard on the forehead, but when she saw that Banxia was there, she stopped.

She said softly to Banxia: "Little Banxia, ​​a woman should dance with a sword in the evening. Drink two small sips of sake, dance with the moonlight, and look at her reflection, and then you will truly dance with the sword."

Banxia seemed to understand but not understand, and asked, "Madam, I want to say, the most beautiful woman dancing swords under the moon?"

"Well... I like sword dancing under the moon, but sword dancing during the day only increases my worries."

"Dan Jianshe has troubles too?"

"A man like a fool next to you is not upset when he sees you?"

Banxia dared not talk to each other at this moment.

Ouyang Geng echoed at this moment: "What my wife said is very much. When I was young, my wife danced her sword under the moonlight every night, and I played the piano and the flute."

At this time, with a "bang", the scabbard finally smashed hard.

The old flower farmer uttered and said quickly: "Madam, I was wrong. I dare not."

"oh?"

"One mistake is that you shouldn't be photographed by a wife and a horse, two mistakes are that you shouldn't be distorted, and three mistakes are that you shouldn't be raised."

“Go ahead.”

"Mrs.. said..."

"oh?"

"Mrs. makes sense."

When Banxia saw the conversation between the master and his wife, she couldn't help but cover her mouth again and smirked twice.

"Xiao Banxia, ​​I will teach you how to play with swords when you have time." The woman in the robe turned around and wanted to leave.

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

The former was kicked, while the latter was safe.

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

He wasn't missing anyone, he was just thinking about some serious things.

Just thinking about the days, old friends should be here too.

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

"Old man, why are you late again?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar did not answer, but pointed to the sky.

The old flower farmer didn't understand very much and stared at the other person with a blank expression.

"There are birds flying in the sky again." The middle-aged Confucian scholar 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 confused.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar sat on the ground again and whispered: "If only I or you can control them."

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

The middle-aged Confucian scholar remained silent and thought for a long time before he spoke: "You are so confident that only one of the two study rooms has problems?"

The old flower farmer was about to pat his chest and promised that it was okay. Later, he was silent. He immediately said, "There is my man in the small study in the south."

"But you know, there are other people."

"How do you know that my people are not as good as others?"

The two of them were playing riddles, going back and forth.

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

Ouyang Geng laughed twice and said, "It is because there are no ones that I won't worry."

"Where there are people, there are people's hearts. If there are people, there will be disputes."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar cleared his 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, "There is no optimism or not. People live, and chess is also alive. Nothing is dead. Even dead people live."

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

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

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was a little stunned when he heard this.

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

It is always irrelevant to say something, but you have to use a few fallacies to reply to him.

"The old minister of the Ministry of Personnel has resigned." The middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly took off the jade pendant on his waist and put it in his hands to play with it.

The old flower farmer first glanced at the jade pendant, then stopped looking at it, and said, "I know."

"Even the Minister of Personnel recommended it to him."

"I know, too."

"You didn't move?"

After hearing this, Ouyang Geng kept staring at the Confucian scholar in front of him.

"Hey! Nanchen's first strategist."
To be continued...