After Fang Hongtu left Zhou Yang's house with his two soldiers in a hurry, he didn't stay in Shangdu for long, and flew back to Yanjing by plane that night, and got off the plane and returned directly to the Fang family's old house. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Father, Fang Jinxiu is iron-hearted and good with that kid, and he doesn't estimate the interests of our Fang family at all!"

"Hmph, then you can start from Zhou Yang's side!"

Fang Mingteng, the head of the Fang family, was straight, sitting in the majestic study, his eyes were cold: "Isn't he a little star, ask for money to give him money, ask for a name to give him a name, if you can't talk about it, doesn't he have a sister?" ”

"Father, this Zhou Yang is also a hard bone, he doesn't eat hard and soft, and he is a practitioner, he is very ruthless, he did it when I just said two words, and he almost didn't kill me, I was a soldier under him, and he slapped him, and he hasn't recovered yet!" Fang Hongtu said hatefully.

Thinking of Zhou Yang's fierce eyes, he shuddered.

"Lian Jiazi?"

An old man in a gray robe sitting on the left side of the study heard this, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Hongtu, call your soldiers in and let me see!" ”

"Yes!"

Fang Hongtu was very respectful to this old man, and hurriedly went out to call in his subordinates, who had just woken up after being knocked out by Zhou Yang: "Dahao, how is the injury on your face?" ”

"Pain, endure the burning pain!"

The tall man had a red and swollen face, and a bloody handprint on it was as clear as a rainbow.

"This is Wing Chun!"

The gray-robed old man checked it, his pupils contracted slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "The person who started the attack used the dark energy, and he is definitely a master of the national art master!" ”

"Old Li, what about my soldiers?" Fang Hongtu was shocked.

"He's fine, the person who started is old-fashioned, he has been retracted and released freely, and he hasn't made a dead hand, as long as he has a good rest for a few days, it's fine!" The gray-robed old man said.

"Master of Guoshu?"

Fang Mingteng is not very clear about the affairs of the national art world, but he also understands that the person who can be called the master of the national art is by no means an ordinary person, although this time is different from the past, the rivers and lakes have long disappeared, but the chivalry is forbidden by martial arts, and people in the national art world always have more killing skills than ordinary people.

"Elder Li, can you deal with him?"

Fang Mingteng's eyes had a touch of coldness.

"Boxing is afraid of being less strong, it is also the realm of a master of national arts, Xingyi Quan will not lose to Wing Chun, but I may not be able to deal with him!"

When Li Lao heard this, he shook his head and smiled slightly bitterly: "Ming Teng, if this kind of person has no deep hatred, it is best not to provoke, the rivers and lakes are reckless, no matter which era, which era, they are reckless, the martial arts are full of blood, and he can die if he is ruthless, besides, he can have this cultivation at a young age, maybe he is still a seedling cultivated by Wing Chun, the Wing Chun Fist faction is not only important in the Guoshu Association, but also in eastern Guangdong and Hong Kong, there are also a few strong grandmasters in charge, if the people of the Guoshu Association are alarmed, our Fang family will be at a loss!" ”

Wing Chun is a southern boxing school, since a generation of grandmaster Ip Man, the promotion of the peak, from the Republic of China to the present, has been extremely prosperous, in the national arts association of a pivotal role.

This world is different from the world of the earth, in the world of the earth, the national art has long withered, and the essence of each fist has been broken in the **** era.

But the world has not experienced the catastrophe of the cultural and revolutionary revolution, not only the literary culture, but even the national art culture is in full swing, and the essence of many fists has been handed down.

"Father, the old man Ming also passed the word, Ming Jinxiu is the daughter of his Ming family, Ming Jinxiu wants to marry, that is also the matter of the Ming family, whoever dares to force Ming Jinxiu, he will fight with whom!"

Fang Hongtu looked at his father Tie Qing's face, and suddenly reminded.

"Hmph, his old man's hands are long enough!"

Fang Mingteng clenched his fists, although the Ming family retired with the old man Ming, there was no successor, and the influence was not as good as before, but the old man Ming did not die after all, and he could not afford to offend.

A few years ago, his father passed away, and the Fang family encountered a political crisis, and it was the Ming family who helped the Fang family through the crisis.

If there was no Ming Baichuan, the two might be the strongest alliance.

He thought for a while, and said coldly: "In this case, I will give his old man a face, Hongtu, the people of our Fang family don't need to bother them, but we don't need to mention the news of Ming Jinxiu and Zhou Yang's cohabitation, they are hiding and pinching, let the Zhao family know, Zhao Yi, that child likes Jinxiu so much, he will do something for us, after all, the Zhao family is the head snake in Shangdu!" ”

"Yes!"

Fang Hongtu's eyes lit up, his father was killing people with a knife.

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Upper city.

Xianghu Community.

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa, Zhou Yang turned his head, looked at Ming Jinxiu's expression was still a little gloomy, and said cautiously: "Sister Jinxiu, you are okay!" ”

"I'm fine!"

Ming Jinxiu hugged a pillow, sat on the sofa, and said a little self-deprecatingly: "I thought that they would come to the door for a long time, but I just didn't expect it to be fast!" ”

The people of the Fang family have always been the pioneers of interests, and the means are always inferior.

There are many red families in Sijiu City, but in the past few decades, the old Fang family has the blackest manpower, and the six relatives do not recognize it.

"That one was your family?"

Zhou Yang said tentatively.

"Blood-wise, sort of!" Ming Jinxiu's pretty face had a touch of disdain, and replied: "But my surname is Ming, and their surname is Fang!" ”

"I knew I was going to be lighter just now!"

Zhou Yang said curtly.

Regardless of whether Ming Jinxiu recognizes it or not, they are all Ming Jinxiu's relatives, and he is a little too heavy.

"The people of the Fang family are all bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, if you are ruthless, they will not dare to mess around!"

Ming Jinxiu looked at Zhou Yang's resolute side face, and felt a little guilty: "In the end, I actually caused you a burden, I am a widow, an ominous person, I will move out as soon as possible!" ”

"Wait!"

When Zhou Yang heard this, his face turned pale, and he said, "Why move away?" ”

"After I move away, they won't come to trouble you!" Ming Jinxiu was silent for a while, and said so.

"Hehe, it turns out that I'm just a person who has been affected by you, so shouldn't I thank you!" Zhou Yang was furious.

Ming Jinxiu was startled when she saw his angry anger for the first time.

"I just don't want you to get hurt because of me!" Ming Jinxiu said softly.

"I dare to sleep even with your bright splendor, I'm still afraid of trouble!"

Zhou Yang said coldly: "Ming Jinxiu, if you want to leave here, you can do it anytime, but I don't want you to leave for this reason, I, Zhou Yang, have never been a person who is afraid of things!" ”

"Zhou Yang, if you mess with me, you will get into trouble, and you will never have peace!" Ming Jinxiu Road.

"Ming Jinxiu, if you leave you, you will leave happiness, and I will never have tomorrow!" Zhou Yang replied eloquently.

"Poof!"

Ming Jinxiu couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, smiling calmly, as if the gloomy atmosphere in the living room had been swept away.

"I can't let her go!"

This smile made Zhou Yang's world clear all of a sudden, and he decided that it was better to choose a day than to hit the day, and the confession was at this time.

He gently held her soft and boneless little hand, and said affectionately: "Ming Jinxiu, I'm very glad to meet you, although we only get along for a short time, but I like to look at you, look at you smiling, look at you frowning, look at you thinking, watch you stupidly learn to cook in the kitchen, watch you sit on the sofa eating potato chips and cry watching the unnutritious love drama......"

"Do you really like me?"

Ming Jinxiu's beautiful eyes sparkled, it turned out that unconsciously, they had so many memories.

Her heart was inexplicably moved.

"I like it!"

"How much do you like it?"

Ming Jinxiu stretched out her soft hands to hold his face, looking at each other, she wanted to see his heart clearly, his will clearly, and his persistence.

She is a cowardly person, so she has never dared to love easily over the years, because she is afraid of losing again!

So she needs this man to give her confidence.

How much do you like it?

Zhou Yang was silent.

At this time, he suddenly sounded a poem and whispered: "I am willing to turn into a stone bridge, and endure five hundred years of wind blowing, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, and I beg you to walk over it!" ”

Ishibashi Zen, a first-hand Zen poem that is not available in this world.

Love at first sight, love to the extreme.

"Five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, five hundred years of rain, I, is it worth your this?" Ming Jinxiu's heart shook, her beautiful eyes became confused, it turned out that there was someone who could love her so much.

"In my heart, you're worth it!" Zhou Yang is very determined.

"I don't want to know what the future holds, but I really don't want to miss the present, Zhou Yang, love me!"

Ming Jinxiu's head slowly leaned up, and the soft red lips took the initiative to kiss Zhou Yang.

The love is thick, and everything is just in silence.

"I love you!"

Zhou Yang has lost the ability to think, everything about him is instinct.

This most primitive 'battle' between men and women began in the small living room and extended into the room.

The Night......

They fell in love!