Travel through the heavens

Hearing Zhang Shaojun's sweet words expressing his feelings, Fang Muye's heartstrings felt as if being touched by the spring breeze of March, and he felt numb and the scenes of the past emerged in his mind.

A pretty little girl stood in front of him, her sparkling eyes twinkling: "Big brother, you are so good to me. When I grow up, I want to marry you, so that you can tell me stories and give me candies all the time."

I thought she was just speaking innocently back then, but I didn't expect that with the passage of time, that seemingly casual remark would blossom into something more.

Fang Muye was not a stone or a piece of wood, so how could he remain indifferent to Zhang Shaojun's feelings? It's just...

Alas! Fang Muye sighed in his heart and said, "Shaojun, I know what you feel, but I am not your good man."

Zhang Shaojun asked back, "Who said you are not my beloved? Brother Shen, I like you. If I say you are, you are what you are! What are you worried about? Don't you like me?"

Do you like it? Fang Muye asked himself.

It should be love, even if this love is not pure. Two points are lust, three points are the youthful memories of Blue Star, and the remaining five points are derived from true feelings.

But, what if I like it?

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

"Leaving? Where are you going, Brother Shen? I'm willing to go with you!" Zhang Shaojun's tone was anxious.

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

Zhang Shaojun saw Fang Muye's serious expression and seemed to understand the meaning of his words. He was immediately extremely worried. He looked at Fang Muye with eyes full of pity, but slowly became resolute and said softly: "Brother Shen, if that's the case, I only want to fight with you day and night!"

Those soft and gentle words were like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, resounding in Fang Muye's heart for a long time. The invisible barrier in his heart was also shattered by those soft and gentle words.

Some people say that if love between two people lasts for a long time, why does it matter if they are together day and night?

Others say that ten thousand years is too long, we must seize the day!

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

Which is more painful, having had something or not having it? This is an almost philosophical question.

Fang Muye didn't want to explore these things. At this moment, facing Zhang Shaojun who had deep feelings for him, looking at her eyes full of tenderness and love, he had already made a decision in his heart.

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

Hearing Fang Muye's words, Zhang Shaojun was stunned for a moment. After a long while, he looked surprised and unbelievable, and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother Shen, is it true?"

Fang Muye didn't say anything. He stood up and opened his arms to Zhang Shaojun.

Zhang Shaojun immediately threw herself into Fang Muye's arms like a young swallow flying through the forest, burying her head deeply in Fang Muye's thick chest, tears of happiness flowing from her eyes.

Fang Muye hugged Zhang Shaojun and stroked her hair, and suddenly he felt a sense of peace in his heart.

At this time, Huang Feihong walked in from the backyard. He didn't notice them at first, but when he entered the living room, he found Fang Muye and Zhang Shaojun hugging each other. He didn't know whether to go in or out, so he could only stand there, looking at Fang Muye and Zhang Shaojun who were looking at him, and coughed awkwardly: "Sorry, I think I came at the wrong time."

Zhang Shaojun hurriedly withdrew from Fang Muye's arms with a blushing face, and lowered her head to fiddle with her fingers.

Fang Muye didn't care at all, he laughed and said, "Feihong, I have found your aunt, you should hurry up."

Huang Feihong had long known Zhang Shaojun's feelings for Fang Muye. Seeing them getting together, he was very happy for them. "Congratulations, Master Shen, congratulations, Aunt Thirteen. When can I drink at your wedding?"

Zhang Shaojun's face turned even redder. He looked up at Fang Muye with a hint of expectation in his eyes, but more importantly, there was unbreakable tenderness.

Seeing Huang Feihong's smiling face, Fang Muye immediately put on the airs of an elder and asked seriously, "Feihong, after not seeing you for so many years, how far have you come in your martial arts training? Also, have you managed to combine the Flying Kick and the Shadowless Kick that I told you about before?"

Speaking of martial arts, Huang Feihong exudes confidence. At a young age, he has already reached the Grandmaster level and is invincible in Foshan. He has a sense of pride in his heart and said: "When it comes to practicing martial arts, Feihong dare not slack off. I have also combined the Flying Kick and the Shadowless Kick to create the Foshan Shadowless Kick."

Fang Muye smiled and said, "Okay, let uncle test your skills."

Huang Feihong clasped his fists and bowed: "Please enlighten me, Lord!"

Then the two of them came to the courtyard and stood on each side.

Huang Feihong put his left hand behind his back, swung the hem of his robe with his right hand, stretched out his right foot to touch the ground, and stretched out his right hand, ready to fight. He said humbly, "Shen Ye, you are the elder, please go first."

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

"Then Feihong won't be polite." Huang Feihong didn't refuse anymore. He stepped forward and rushed towards Fang Muye.

When he reached Fang Muye, Huang Feihong twisted his waist and transferred all the strength of his body to his fist through his muscles and bones. With a whistling sound, he punched Fang Muye hard.

Fang Muye stood still, turned sideways and swung his hand, as fast as lightning, and slapped Huang Feihong's wrist, just like hitting the snake's weak spot.

Huang Feihong felt pain and the power of his fist was immediately broken. He changed his fist into a claw and grabbed Fang Muye's arm with his grappling hand.

Fang Muye raised his arm horizontally and hit Huang Feihong's outstretched forearm, blocking his arm. Then his arm circled around Huang Feihong's forearm twice like a snake, and he grabbed his upper arm with a tiger claw. At the same time, he bent his knees and raised his legs to block Huang Feihong's kick.

Huang Feihong's strength flowed from his waist to his right arm. He clenched his claws into a fist, shook his stretched arm, and broke free from Fang Muye's lock. He moved his feet back, then stepped forward. His right leg was like a copper pillar that could destroy a mountain, and he kicked towards Fang Muye fiercely. He was already using his family's inherited shadowless kick.

Fang Muye's feet were rooted, his calves remained straight, and his body above the knees leaned backwards. He easily dodged Huang Feihong's kick and bounced back. At the same time, his right fist clenched and hit out like a cannon hammer, which was the powerful cannon fist in Xingyiquan.

One bend, one bounce, one punch, all continuous and powerful, as fast as the wind. In a flash, Huang Feihong had no choice but to clench his fists in response.

"Oh!"

The two fists collided and separated as soon as they touched. Huang Feihong only felt a piercing pain on the tip of his fist.

Fang Muye looked at Huang Feihong who took two steps back and said jokingly, "Feihong, try harder. Don't worry, uncle can handle it."

A blush flashed across Huang Feihong's handsome face. How could he hold back?

Huang Feihong has never met an rival since he became famous. However, after exchanging a few moves with Fang Muye, he has always been at a disadvantage. Especially since Fang Muye looked relaxed, obviously not using his full strength, and the position of his feet did not change.

Huang Feihong is worthy of being Huang Feihong. Faced with such a gap, he was not discouraged at all. Instead, it aroused his competitive spirit.

Huang Feihong opened his arms, grasped the ground with one leg and raised the other leg, like a crane spreading its wings. Then he moved his arms up and down, making a semicircle passing across his chest. His hands became tiger claws and his feet crossed. He rushed towards Fang Muye like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Seeing Huang Feihong attacking, Fang Muye said with a smile: "This is the Tiger-Crane Double Form Fist you learned from your father." However, he was not vague and used Xingyiquan to respond.

The two men fought like Mars hitting the Earth.

Huang Feihong's attacks were as fast as thunder and as fierce as a tiger, while Fang Muye fought back with speed and hardness.

Both of them are masters of the time. They are proficient in the use of strength and have perfect timing of their attacks. They are not bound by form. Each punch and kick has its own rules, yet is extremely fierce.

As fast as lightning, without any pause, more than ten moves were exchanged, and both of them punched out.

At the moment the two fists collided, the air between the two men seemed to be solidified, the wind stopped, and then there was a loud bang, Huang Feihong's body flew out, and his feet left two obvious marks on the ground.

Huang Feihong steadied his body, loosened his fist into a palm, and then changed his palm into a fist, and the pain was slightly reduced.

He looked at Fang Muye cautiously and felt slightly relieved: Fortunately, I finally took a step back.

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