"Sword contest? Okay, you win. When it comes to swordsmanship, who in this town can beat you?"
Looking at Song Xiaochun with a serious look on his face, Bu Fan said with certainty.
"I'm telling you about swords, swordsmanship swords!" Song Xiaochun frowned.
"What I'm talking about to you is the sword of swordsmanship, so what do you think I just told you?" Bu Fan asked with a chuckle.
"Childish!" Song Xiaochun said expressionlessly.
Bu Fan felt despised.
"Okay, let's not talk about those useless things, why do you want to compete with me in swordsmanship? I'm just an ordinary mayor, how can I compete with you, a great swordsman?"
"Ordinary?"
Song Xiaochun repeated it again, with cold eyes:
"Excessive modesty is hypocrisy, Bu Fan. Others don't know you, but that doesn't mean I don't know. You have been smarter than others since you were a child. You also like to pretend to be stupid. Even if you pretend to be stupid, you still show mercy..."
"Stop it, are you taking this opportunity to mock me? And you said I'm a ghost and just pretending to be fake. How can I be merciful!"
Bu Fan could tolerate others, but he was merciful and he refused to admit it.
"Back then, a certain man relied on his appearance to help the girls in the village with work!" Song Xiaochun said calmly.
Bu Fan looked confused.
What's the meaning?
But then he reacted, approached Song Xiaochun with a playful smile, and gently pushed Song Xiaochun with his shoulder, "Are you jealous?"
"You are thinking too much!" Song Xiaochun said expressionlessly.
"You feel guilty!" Bu Fan said with a smile.
"No!" Song Xiaochun remained expressionless.
"Tsk, tsk, there's no way, who doesn't have a highlight moment!" Bu Fan touched his chin and said with emotion.
"Childish!" Song Xiaochun said in a cold tone.
In fact, when he was a child, Bu Fan was considered a good boy in the village, and he was the most talked about by many little girls in the village.
And Song Xiaochun is undoubtedly a negative example, a person that many young girls in the village avoid.
This is also the reason why Song Xiaochun always liked to make trouble for Bu Fan when he was a child.
In the final analysis, it is the child's jealousy that is at work.
Dani, Yang Yulan, and Luo Qingcheng smiled in unison when they saw the two of them having a great relationship outside the yard.
"Don't talk nonsense, Bu Fan, although I don't know what level your cultivation level has reached, but I know you are not ordinary!!" Song Xiaochun said seriously.
"Really?" Bu Fan was helpless.
"Compare!" Song Xiaochun's eyes were firm.
"But it seems you didn't bring a sword today, right?"
Bu Fan glanced at Song Xiaochun's waist. Song Xiaochun didn't go out with a sword today. No wonder he reacted so well just now?!
"With your strength, it's no problem that you can use grass, wood, bamboo, and stone as swords!" Song Xiaochun said softly.
"Okay, since you want to compete, let's go out and compete!"
Bu Fan shrugged, stood up and walked outside, followed closely by Song Xiaochun.
Along the way, the two of them did not speak, walking slowly one behind the other, but every time they took a step, they were more than ten steps away, and soon disappeared at the end.
"This is it!"
Until he came to the small woods, Bu Fan stopped and bent down to pick up a twig from the ground.
Song Xiaochun also picked up a similar branch.
"sough"
The surrounding trees were swaying in the breeze, and the leaves were flying and falling in the wind.
Song Xiaochun's eyes were serious.
Now, with his cultivation strength, he is still capable of fighting against the monks in the integration stage, but he does not dare to be rash at all.
Although he had never fought against Bu Fan, he had a vague feeling that Bu Fan was mysterious and unpredictable. Especially in the past two years, this feeling had become stronger and stronger.
After waiting for two quarters of an hour, Bu Fan still had no response.
From Song Xiaochun's perspective, Bu Fan's body was full of flaws, but for some reason a sense of oppression gradually arose in his heart, and fine sweat gradually oozed out from his forehead.
Song Xiaochun knows that in a true master's duel, the first move is often the key to deciding the outcome.
But Bu Fan was obviously waiting for an opportunity.
Song Xiaochun took a deep breath and looked at Bu Fan more seriously.
The two of them remained motionless, as if the air had stopped at this moment.
Suddenly, Bu Fan moved his left hand.
Take action!
Song Xiaochun's mind was concentrated at this moment, and the hand holding the branch moved slightly, and he was about to rush towards Bu Fan.
But the next moment.
Bu Fan reached out and scratched his back.
Song Xiaochun's footsteps suddenly stopped, and maybe because of the excessive movement, he suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, and someone came to eat grass.
Bu Fan was confused by the scene in front of him.
He just scratched his back.
Why did Song Xiaochun fall to the ground?
In fact, just now, Bu Fan had been waiting for Song Xiaochun to take action.
After all, he is also a late-stage Mahayana monk.
But Song Xiaochun just stood still.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you eating so well?"
Bu Fan stepped forward with a concerned look on his face.
"you..."
Song Xiaochun was extremely angry, especially when he saw Bu Fan's caring look on his face, he became even more angry.
But he didn't know how to answer. Should he say that he thought the other party was about to take action just now?
"Forget it, no more competition today!"
Song Xiaochun lost his temper and immediately got up from the ground. After waving his hands, he turned around and left in a sulk.
"One moment you say you are competing, and the next you say you are not competing? It seems that women are not the only ones who are fickle!" Bu Fan shook his head and sighed.
Listening to the words coming from behind, Song Xiaochun vomited blood. If possible, he really wanted to kill this guy with a sword.
Return home.
When Yang Yulan and Luo Qingcheng saw Song Xiaochun, who was covered in dirt, they looked a little confused, but they didn't ask.
It wasn't until Xiao Xibao, Jianbao, and Laibao came back tired from playing that Song Xiaochun's family said goodbye and left.
Bu Fan wanted to persuade Song Xiaochun and his family to have a simple meal at home, but Song Xiaochun refused without hesitation.
"Where did you go just now? Why is Xiaochun covered in mud?"
After Song Xiaochun and his family left, Dani looked at him doubtfully.
"We didn't go anywhere, we just walked outside for a while!" Bu Fan shrugged.
"Who is Xiaochun?" Dani asked.
"He fell down while walking!" Bu Fan replied casually.
"Why do I feel like you guys went out to fight?" Dani didn't believe it.
"How is it possible? We are not children, how can we do such a childish thing as making a fight!" Bu Fan said righteously.
"I know, you're not naive!" Dani rolled her eyes at him lightly.
Bu Fan felt that he needed to revitalize his husband, and then looked at Xiao Xibao on the side, "Xiao Xibao, didn't you catch a new elf today?"
"Daddy, what is an elf?" Xiao Xibao blinked his big eyes.
"Well, elves are some animals and plants that look very special!" Bu Fan explained.
"No, Jianbao, Laibao, I went to play in the town, not in the mountains!"
Little Xibao shook his little head, "Daddy likes elves. Next time I will take Jianbao and Laibao to the mountains to catch them!"
"That's not necessary!"
Bu Fan smiled and touched Xiao Xibao's little head.