Zhu Zhurong, Ling Yunkai, and Yacasu heard the fighting in the front yard at some point. They returned to the front hall and stood quietly in front of the door. Together with Zhang Shaojun, they looked at the two people confronting each other in the yard, not daring to breathe.

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Fang Muye looked at Huang Feihong who looked cautious, smiled and said: "Feihong, let uncle come and see your Foshan Shadowless Feet."

Huang Feihong was speechless, but his power became more and more powerful.

The full moon hung high in the sky, and suddenly a dark cloud floated in, gradually covering it. When the moon was completely covered by the dark cloud, the light in the courtyard dimmed.

At this time, Huang Feihong's body moved, like a javelin being shot out. Although his body was thin and thin, it was like a towering mountain, exuding a strong and suffocating sense of oppression.

"Foshan shadowless feet!"

When he was only a few steps away from Fang Muye, Huang Feihong let out a long roar and leaped up, his body almost hanging sideways, kicking out his feet continuously. Suddenly, his legs were heavily shadowed, and the powerful legs were whistling with wind, and his movements were free and elegant.

, powerful yet extremely explosive.

Seeing Huang Feihong's shadowless kick from Foshan, Fang Muye laughed, and jumped up in the air, almost hanging sideways. His legs were kicked out in a staggered manner with extremely quick speed. The continuous energy formed a dragnet to catch him up.

It is also a shadowless foot.

Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa!

In an instant, the two of them had kicked each other seven or eight times in a row.

The bodies of the two swayed left and right in mid-air, and with the force of the counter-shock from the collision of their legs and feet, not only did they not fall, they actually rose another foot or two out of thin air.

With a "bang" sound, Huang Feihong flipped backwards in the air and fell to the ground, while Fang Muye fell to the ground as lightly as a fallen leaf.

Huang Feihong looked at Fang Muye with a shocked expression and said in surprise: "God, are you also the Foshan Shadowless Foot?"

Fang Muye smiled and said: "My flying shadowless legs are also made from the fusion of your father's shadowless legs and your uncle Yang's flying legs. They are very similar to your Foshan shadowless legs."

Huang Feihong suddenly realized: "That's it!"

At this time, Huang Feihong was already filled with admiration for Fang Muye's martial arts, and asked for advice: "My lord, what do you think of my nephew's martial arts?"

With Fang Muye's current state and vision, he had a clear understanding of Huang Feihong's martial arts through the previous fight. Now when he asked, he immediately said loudly: "You have now reached the master level, and you are one of the few in this martial arts world."

Masters, but there are also differences in the level of a master. When you can move from 'moving your mind' to 'unexpected', you will be able to reach a higher level."

Huang Feihong's eyes flickered, he thought for a moment, and finally had a glimmer of understanding. He cupped his fists and bowed to Fang Muye: "Thank you God, my nephew has learned a lesson!"

At this time, Zhu Zhurong came out and said to the two of them: "Uncle Master, Master, the food is ready."

Fang Muye and Huang Feihong immediately returned to sit down in the front hall, while Zhu Zhurong and the others went to the back kitchen to bring out the food.

When everything was ready, Huang Feihong said to Fang Muye, who was sitting on the main seat: "Master God, I didn't know you were coming. I didn't prepare well. It's just a commonplace thing. You just have to make do with it."

In fact, when Fang Muye first arrived, he had already notified the kitchen to add more dishes. The dishes at this moment were much richer than what they usually eat.

Fang Muye smiled and said, "Home-cooked food is more to my taste."

While they were eating, Xu Guanhe and Yan Zhendong came back with the people from the militia. Huang Feihong and the others in Baozhilin were very happy.

"Thank you, sir!" Under Huang Feihong's introduction, the people from the militia all bowed to Fang Muye and thanked him.

Afterwards, everyone in the militia dispersed, and Fang Muye also asked Xu Guanhe and Yan Zhendong to lead their men to leave and settle down.

Just when they were having dinner, Huang Feihong extended a warm invitation. Zhang Muye happened to have something to discuss with Zhang Shaojun, so he decided to stay overnight in Baozhilin.

After the meal, Huang Feihong knew what was going on and led Pork Rong and the others back to the backyard first. Only Fang Muye and Zhang Shaojun were left in the front hall.

Fang Muye looked at Zhang Shaoyun, who was sitting quietly across from him, and saw that his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were narrowed. His soft and graceful face was uniquely charming under the candlelight. He couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart. After a long time, he asked with a smile: "Shaoyun, I don't know.

Is your father still in Foshan?"

He remembered that in the original plot of the movie, when Zhang Weng entrusted Zhang Shaojun to Huang Feihong, he said he would return to England in a few days, and he didn't know if he was going now.

Zhang Shaoyun raised his head and looked at Fang Muye with his big watery eyes: "Yes, Brother Shen, do you have anything to do with my father?"

Fang Muye smiled heartily: "I'm going to propose marriage to this old man."

Zhang Shaoyun's eyes suddenly shone with light, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said playfully: "Then you have to hurry up, or he will go to England the day after tomorrow."

Fang Muye teased: "Why, are you in a hurry to get married?"

Zhang Shaoyun looked at Fang Muye, his exquisite facial features filled with tenderness, and replied firmly and seriously: "Yes, I am anxious to marry you!"

Fang Muye originally wanted to tease Zhang Shaoyun, but her straightforward and affectionate words made him unable to deal with it, and he showed a deflated expression.

Zhang Shaoyun looked at Fang Muye triumphantly, smiling and suddenly turned into a worried look.

Fang Muye asked with concern: "Shaoyun, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Shaoyun was about to say something but hesitated. After struggling for a few times, he finally asked: "Brother Shen, what kind of terminal disease do you have? Feihong has superb medical skills. He may be able to cure you."

Fang Muye became confused and said, "I don't have a terminal illness."

Zhang Shaoyun's expression was one of surprise and confusion: "Then you said you might disappear from this world at any time?"

Only then did Fang Muye realize that Zhang Shaoyun had misunderstood his previous words and thought that when he said disappearing from this world, he meant dying. He looked at Zhang Shaoyun and asked seriously: "Shaoyun, what if I say, I am not from this world?"

,Do you believe?"

Zhang Shaojun replied gently: "I believe it!"

Fang Muye did not expect that Zhang Shaoyun would believe his ridiculous and unbelievable statement so easily.

Zhang Shaoyun seemed to know what he was thinking, and continued: "Because I know Brother Shen that you won't lie to me!"

Fang Mu's ambition was greatly warmed. His eyes became gentler when he looked at Zhang Shaoyun, and he softly told her his identity: "Shaoyun, the world we are in now is not the only one. In the endless universe,

There are worlds beyond the world, and there are heavens and earths beyond the heavens and the earth, just like the stars in the sky, countless.”

"As for me, you can regard me as a traveler in the heavens, traveling through them, but this kind of crossing is not under my control. I don't know what world I will travel to, when I will go there, and when I will leave.

How long you stay depends on luck."

"It could be a few months, or it could be a few years. Fifteen years ago, I came to this world and took over the role of Jiaxing Mansion's head-hunting god Sanyan. To be honest, I never thought I would stay here.

I refused to accept your affection for so long because I was afraid that one day I would suddenly leave and miss you."

At this point, Fang Muye paused and his tone became extremely serious: "Shaoyun, you still have time to regret it now."

Zhang Shaoyun's expression and tone were extremely firm: "Brother God, I have no regrets!"

Then he smiled and asked: "Brother God, what is your real name?"

Fang Muye replied: "Fang Muye!"

"Fang Muye." Zhang Shaojun murmured: "Well, it sounds much better than the Third Eye of God, hehe." He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fang Muye smiled helplessly. In the past few years, he had been teased by people close to him because of his name Shen Sanyan: "I stopped calling Shen Sanyan a long time ago. After all, I am a high-ranking official.

That name is inappropriate."

"Oh, what's your name now?" Zhang Shaoyun asked curiously.
Chapter completed!