His Wife Calls The Shots

That thing stuck alone in the corner, I don't know when and when it was forgotten here.

He picked it up, stroked the bow arm with his fingers, and pulled it a bit. The elasticity is very good, and the string is also very tough. It is a good bow.

The string is a little worn, and I don’t know if it’s because of this, it’s left here.

He glanced around and saw an arrow.

He picked it up, draped it on the bow in a fluid motion, aiming at a certain target in his villa in a very standard posture for two seconds-opening a palm-wide window.

He concentrated his eyes sharply.

With only a squeak, the arrow flew out, with a shock wave, directly towards the villa.

Suddenly, a bird happened to fly by.

Feng Xuan's eyes tightened.

In the next second, the bird fell in a straight line and fell into the grass, while the arrow followed its original path through the window and entered his villa.

Xue Han Xue Nuan was stunned.

"Big brother, you hit!"

Xue Nuan's face was not so good, as if he was about to cry, he ran out all at once: "The bird is going to die!"

Fengxian frowned.

Seeing the back of the two children running over, he was in a daze, and in his ear, a certain lost female voice came from the end of summer that year in a daze.

"The bird is dying, it's all my fault."

Six years ago, Sheng'an Temple.

Feng Xian counted the days, and in a blink of an eye, he had been in this temple for more than half a month because of an eye injury.

At first, I was really bored. Later, a monk appeared. It was very interesting and could relieve his boredom.

This "Hesha is actually a girl who has just turned thirteen years old and is rather naughty."

Even if he couldn't see her appearance, he could guess that she was a strange child based on her voice and style of doing things.

Earlier, she secretly came here to pick persimmons and played chess with him in exchange for a plate of fruit.

I will come again before I leave, this is already the fifth, and no one is seen.

I can't see it for the time being. The silence inside the house and the bird calls outside the house are very contrasting.

There was a scent of sandalwood in the guest rooms in the temple, which was fine at first, but now, he only feels greasy and suffocating the smell.

"Uncle Yu."

The door opened, and Old Yu walked in: "Hey, master, what's the matter with you? Do you want to eat something?"

"Help me out for a walk."

After staying here for more than a dozen years, Feng Xian is already familiar with the space outside the door. He knows where there are obstacles, and occasionally, he doesn't need to be too old to hold on.

Therefore, when he heard this sentence, Lao Yu reacted: "Master, do you want to come out of this yard?"

"I heard that grandma has a bamboo forest in the back mountain of the temple. You can help me to walk there."

Lao Yu nodded, and took him out.

Although you can't see the scenery, listening to it may relieve the boredom.

When the two went out, the afternoon sun fell on the white gauze in front of Feng Xian's eyes, making him frowned subconsciously.

There was a faint pain in his eyes.

"Master, or go back. The person who attacked you a while ago hasn't been found out yet. If something goes wrong, how can I explain it to my family."

Feng Xuan raised his hand to block his chatter: "They won't come."

Seeing that he was so determined, it was no good, thinking that disciples in the temple would often pass by in the back mountain, so I took him forward.

Winding around all the way, finally going higher and higher.

Fengxian can feel the difference in the air, which is fresher than before.

The sound in the ears also became richer, and the sounds of birds, insects, wind blowing and falling leaves, and even the sound of shallow water could be heard.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and pressed Lao Yu's wrist: "Listen."