Travel through the heavens

Zhu Rourong, Ling Yunkai and Ya Casu heard the fighting in the front yard at some point, and returned to the front hall. They stood quietly in front of the door, watching the two people confronting each other in the yard together with Zhang Shaojun, not daring to breathe.

Fang Muye looked at Huang Feihong who looked serious, smiled and said, "Feihong, let your uncle show you your Foshan Shadowless Kick."

Huang Feihong said nothing, but his power was growing stronger and stronger.

There was a full moon high in the sky. Suddenly, a dark cloud floated over and gradually covered it. When the moon was completely covered by the dark cloud, the light in the yard dimmed.

At this moment, Huang Feihong's body moved, like a javelin shooting out. Although his body was thin and frail, at this moment he was like a towering mountain, exuding a suffocating and intense sense of oppression.

"Foshan Shadowless Feet!"

When he was only a few steps away from Fang Muye, Huang Feihong let out a long roar, leaped up, his body almost hanging horizontally, and kicked out in the air with both feet. Suddenly, his legs had heavy shadows and strong leg winds were whistling. His movements were graceful and elegant, but the strength was extremely explosive.

Seeing Huang Feihong's Foshan Shadowless Kick coming, Fang Muye laughed and also leaped into the air, his body almost hanging horizontally, and kicked out with his legs in an incredibly swift and staggered manner. The endless energy formed a net of heaven and earth to meet the attack, and it was also a Shadowless Kick.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

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

The bodies of the two men swayed left and right in the air. Due to the recoil force from the collision of their legs and feet, they not only did not fall down, but actually rose up one or two feet in the air.

With a loud bang, Huang Feihong flipped backwards in the air and fell to the ground, while Fang Muye landed lightly on the ground like a fallen leaf.

Huang Feihong looked at Fang Muye in shock and asked in surprise, "Master, is this also the Foshan Shadowless Kick?"

Fang Muye smiled and said, "This is my Flying Shadowless Kick, which is a fusion of your father's Shadowless Kick and your Uncle Yang's Flying Kick. It is similar to your Foshan Shadowless Kick."

Huang Feihong suddenly realized: "So that's it!"

Huang Feihong was already full of admiration for Fang Muye's martial arts, and asked, "Master, do you think my nephew's martial arts have improved in any way?"

With Fang Muye's current realm and vision, he had already seen through Huang Feihong's martial arts through the fight just now. When he heard Huang Feihong's question, he immediately said in a loud voice: "You have now entered the Grandmaster level, and you are also one of the few masters in this martial arts world, but the Grandmaster level also has different levels. When you can go from 'intentional force release' to 'unintentional force release', you will be able to move to the next level."

Huang Feihong's eyes flickered, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized something. He bowed to Fang Muye and said, "Thank you, Lord God. I'm grateful for your guidance!"

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

Fang Muye and Huang Feihong returned to the front hall and sat down, while Zhu Rourong and the other two went to the kitchen to bring out the food.

Everything was ready. Huang Feihong said to Fang Muye who was sitting in the main seat: "Sir, I didn't know you were coming. I wasn't well prepared. It's just a homely meal. Please make do with it."

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

Fang Muye smiled and said, "Home-cooked meals are more to my taste."

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

"Thank you, sir!" After being introduced by Huang Feihong, the militia members all bowed to Fang Muye to express their gratitude.

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

Just when they were having dinner, Huang Feihong invited them. Zhang Muye also happened to have something to discuss with Zhang Shaojun, so they decided to stay at Baozhilin.

After the meal, Huang Feihong was tactful and took Zhu Rourong and the other two back to the backyard first, leaving Fang Muye and Zhang Shaojun alone in the front hall.

Fang Muye looked at Zhang Shaojun who was sitting quietly opposite him. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes. His gentle face was particularly charming under the candlelight. He couldn't help but feel mixed emotions. After a long time, he smiled and asked, "Shaojun, I wonder if your father is still in Foshan?"

He remembered that in the original plot of the movie, when Mr. Zhang entrusted Zhang Shaojun to Huang Feihong, he said that he would return to England in a few days, and he didn't know whether he had gone there or not.

Zhang Shaojun 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 cheerfully: "Of course I'll ask him to propose marriage."

Zhang Shaojun's eyes suddenly lit up, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said playfully, "Then you better hurry up, otherwise he will go to England the day after tomorrow."

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

Zhang Shaojun stared at Fang Muye, her delicate features showing tenderness, and she answered firmly and seriously: "Yes, I am anxious to marry you!"

Fang Muye originally wanted to tease Zhang Shaojun, but her straightforward and affectionate words made him lose his temper and he showed a deflated expression.

Zhang Shaojun looked at Fang Muye triumphantly, and as he was laughing, he suddenly turned into a worried look.

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

Zhang Shaojun hesitated to speak, and after struggling for a while, he finally asked, "Brother Shen, what terminal illness do you have? Feihong is a great doctor, maybe he can cure you."

Fang Muye was puzzled and said, "I don't have a terminal illness."

Zhang Shaojun's expression was both pleasantly surprised and puzzled: "So you're saying you might disappear from this world at any time?"

Fang Muye realized that Zhang Shaojun had misunderstood his previous words and thought that what he said about disappearing from this world meant dying. He looked at Zhang Shaojun and asked seriously: "Shaojun, if I say that I am not from this world, do you believe it?"

Zhang Shaojun replied gently: "I believe it!"

Fang Muye didn't expect that Zhang Shaojun would believe his absurd and incredible statement so easily.

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

Fang Muye felt warm in his heart. His eyes became gentler as he looked at Zhang Shaojun. He softly explained his identity to her: "Shaojun, the world we are in now is not the only one. In the endless universe, there are worlds outside of the world, and there are worlds outside of the world, just like the stars in the sky, countless."

"As for me, you can think of me as a traveler among the heavens, traveling through them. However, this traveling is not under my control. I don't know what world I travel to, when I go, and when I leave. As for how long I can stay, it all 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 replaced the identity of Jiaxing Prefecture's Chief Constable Shen Sanyan. To be honest, I never thought I would stay here for so long. I didn't want to accept your affection before because I was afraid that I would leave suddenly one day and miss you."

At this point, Fang Muye paused, and his tone became extremely serious: "Shaojun, it's not too late for you to regret now."

Zhang Shaojun's expression and tone were extremely firm: "Brother Shen, I don't regret it!"

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

Fang Muye replied: "Fang Muye!"

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

Fang Muye smiled helplessly. In the past few years, he was often teased by people close to him because of the name Shen Sanyan. "I have long stopped calling myself Shen Sanyan. After all, I am a high-ranking official. It is not appropriate to call me that name anymore."

"Oh, what's your name now?" Zhang Shaojun asked curiously.

Fang Muye touched his nose and said, "Shen Shaoxing."