Hearing Zhang Shaoyun's gentle words expressing his feelings, Fang Muye's heartstrings felt as if they were being blown by the spring breeze in March, and he could not help but think of the scene from that year.

A pretty little girl stood in front of him with her bright eyes: "Brother, you are so good to me. I want to marry you when I grow up, so that you can always give me

I told stories and gave me candy."

I thought she was just a childish child, but I didn't expect that with the nurturing of time, that seemingly random sentence would actually blossom.

Regarding Zhang Shaoyun's affection, Fang Muye was not like stone or wood, so how could he be indifferent, but...

Alas! Fang Mu sighed in ambition and said, "Shaoyun, I know your intentions, but I am not your beloved."

Zhang Shaoyun asked back: "Who said you are not my beloved? Brother Shen, I like you, and I say you are who you are! What are you worried about? Don't you like me?"

Do you like it? Fang Mu asked himself ambitiously.

She should like her, even if the love is not pure. Two points are due to lust, three points are caused by memories of her youth in Blue Star, and the remaining five points are due to true feelings.

But, so what if you like it?

Fang Muye asked in a deep voice, "What if I leave suddenly tomorrow?"

"Leave? Brother God, where are you going? I am willing to come with you!" Zhang Shaoyun's tone was anxious.

Fang Muye said: "It's not about going somewhere, it's about disappearing from this world!"

Seeing Fang Muye's serious look, Zhang Shaoyun seemed to understand the meaning of his words, and suddenly felt extremely worried. He looked at Fang Muye with eyes full of pity, but slowly became determined, and said softly: "Brother God, if

If that’s the case, I’m just willing to fight for the day with you!”

The soft and soft words, but like a heavy hammer and drum, reverberated in Fang Mu's ambition for a long time. The invisible wall in his heart was also shattered by these soft and soft words.

Some people say that if love lasts for a long time, how can it last forever?

Some people say that ten thousand years is too long, just seize the day!

There is no right or wrong in the two statements, they are just different choices.

Which one is more heartbreaking, whether you have it or not, is an almost philosophical question.

Fang Muye didn't want to explore this. At this moment, facing Zhang Shaoyun, who had a deep affection for him, and looking at her tender and sweet eyes, he had already made a decision in his heart.

Fang Muye smiled happily, looked at Zhang Shaoyun and said solemnly: "Shaoyun, I will marry you!"

Hearing Fang Muye's words, Zhang Shaoyun was stunned for a long time. After a long time, his face showed an unbelievable surprise, and he asked with a trembling voice: "Brother God, is it true?"

Fang Muye said nothing, stood up, and opened his arms to Zhang Shaojun.

Zhang Shaoyun immediately fell into Fang Muye's arms like a swallow through the forest, buried his head deeply in Fang Muye's thick chest, and couldn't help but shed tears of happiness in his eyes.

Fang Muye hugged Zhang Shaoyun and stroked her hair, suddenly feeling a sense of stability in his heart.

At this time, Huang Feihong walked in from the backyard. He didn't pay attention at first. When he entered the living room, he found Fang Muye and Zhang Shaoyun hugging each other. They could neither advance nor retreat. They could only stand there and watch.

Fang Muye and Zhang Shaoyun looked over and coughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I seem to have come at the wrong time."

Zhang Shaoyun hurriedly withdrew from Fang Muye's arms with a blushing face, lowering his head and twiddling his fingers.

Fang Muye didn't care at all, he laughed and said: "Feihong, I have found your aunt, you should hold on tight."

Huang Feihong had long known Zhang Shaojun's feelings towards Fang Muye. Seeing them coming together in love, he was very happy for them: "Congratulations, God, congratulations to Thirteenth Aunt. When will I drink your wedding wine?"

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Zhang Shaojun's face turned redder, and he looked up at Fang Muye, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, but more importantly, an inextricable tenderness.

Seeing Huang Feihong's smiling expression, Fang Muye immediately put on the airs of an elder and asked seriously: "Feihong, I haven't seen you in these years, how far have you practiced martial arts? Also, what I told you before

, have you been able to fuse the flying legs and shadowless legs?"

Speaking of martial arts, Huang Feihong exuded a sense of confidence. At a young age, he had already reached the master level and had defeated invincible opponents in Foshan. He had a sense of arrogance in his heart and said: "When it comes to practicing martial arts, Feihong does not dare to slack off.

, I also fused the Feitian Kick and the Shadowless Kick to create the Foshan Shadowless Kick.”

Fang Muye smiled and said: "Okay, let uncle come to the school to test your skills."

Huang Feihong cupped his fists and saluted: "Please give me some advice from God!"

Then the two of them came to the courtyard and each occupied a side.

Huang Feihong put his left hand on his back, flicked the hem of his gown with his right hand, put his right foot out of the ground, stretched out his right hand, and assumed a fighting posture, and said humbly: "God, you are the elder, please go first."

Fang Muye clasped his hands behind his back and stood with his feet unsteady. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "I am an elder, so I naturally let you make the first move."

"Then Feihong you're welcome." Huang Feihong didn't refuse any more. He stepped forward and rushed towards Fang Muye.

Arriving in front of Fang Muye, Huang Feihong twisted his waist, and the strength of his whole body was transmitted along the muscles and bones to his fist. With the sound of howling wind, he punched Fang Muye hard.

Fang Muye didn't move his feet, turned sideways and swung his hand, as fast as lightning, and slapped Huang Feihong's wrist, like hitting a snake seven inches.

Huang Feihong was in pain, and his fist strength was immediately broken. He changed his fist at the opportunity, turned his fist into a claw, and used his grappling hand to grab Fang Muye's arm.

Fang Muye raised his arm horizontally and hit Huang Feihong's forearm, blocking his arm. Then, like a snake, his arm circled Huang Feihong's forearm twice, and a tiger claw caught him.

He raised his upper arm, bent his knees and raised his legs at the same time, blocking Huang Feihong's kick.

Huang Feihong's force came out from his waist and penetrated to his right arm. He clenched his claws into a fist. His straightened arm shook and broke away from Fang Muye's restraint. He moved his steps backwards and then took a step forward. His right leg was like breaking a mountain.

He violently kicked the copper pillar toward Fang Muye, already using his family's shadowless kick.

Fang Muye's feet were rooted, his calves were kept straight, and his body above the knees was tilted backwards. He easily dodged Huang Feihong's leg and then bounced back. At the same time, he clenched his fist with his right hand and struck out like a hammer, exactly the shape.

The powerful cannon fist in Yiquan.

A twist, a flick, a punch, all coherent and powerful, as fast as the wind. In the midst of lightning and flint, Huang Feihong had no choice but to clench his fists and face each other.

"Bang!"

The two fists met and separated at the first touch. Huang Feihong felt a heartbreaking pain coming from the edge of his fist.

Fang Muye looked at Huang Feihong, who took two steps back, and said with a smile: "Feihong, please use a little force, don't worry, uncle can survive."

A flash of red flashed across Huang Feihong's handsome face, but he couldn't hold back.

Huang Feihong has never met an opponent since he became famous. Now he has exchanged several moves with Fang Muye, but he has always been at a disadvantage. Especially Fang Muye's relaxed look, which obviously did not use his full strength, and the position of his feet.

Nothing has changed.

Huang Feihong is indeed Huang Feihong. Faced with such a gap, he is not discouraged at all, but instead arouses his eagerness to win.

Huang Feihong opened his arms, grabbed the ground with one leg, raised the other leg, like a crane with spread wings, then moved his arms up and down, crossing a half circle in front of his chest, his hands became tiger claws, and his feet were intertwined.

It was like a tiger descending from the mountain, attacking Fang Muye.

Seeing Huang Feihong's attack, Fang Muye said with a smile: "I guess this is the Tiger and Crane Double Shape Fist I learned from your father." However, his hands were unambiguous and he used the Xingyi Fist to deal with it.

Like sparks hitting the earth, the two of them fought together.

Huang Feihong's attacks were as fast as thunder and as fierce as a fierce tiger, while Fang Muye used fast to hit fast and hit hard with head-on.

Both of them are masters in the world. They are skilled in the use of strength, and have exquisite timing of strikes. They are not rigidly bound to the form. Each punch and kick has its own rules, but it is extremely fierce.

As suddenly as lightning, after more than a dozen moves without any pause, both of them punched out.

The moment the two fists collided, the air between them seemed to be frozen, the wind stopped, and then there was a loud explosion. Huang Feihong's body flew out, and his feet drew two lines on the ground.

obvious traces.

Huang Feihong stabilized his body, loosened his fist into his palm, and then turned his palm into a fist. The pain was slightly relieved.

He looked at Fang Muye cautiously and breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, he finally took a step back.

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Chapter completed!