Noble daughter does not want to marry

Chapter 782 Come here, let's have a good sleep as a family of three! 2
But Feng Jiangyi also knew that Mr. Qingmu was not so easy to deal with, and there were many capable people around him.

Although many people have been defeated by the confrontation these days, he knows that those are just people from the world who were bribed by him!

In other words, not many people who are really him are lost!

When Chang Xiangsi thought of what Young Master Qingmu had done to Feng Jiangyi, she wished to teach him a lesson herself. The knife she stabbed in his stomach that day was far from enough to vent her hatred.

At this time, Mr. Qingmu came...

"At this time, you can't beat him, and I can't beat him, but there are still many people in Fengfu. Isn't Mr. Ziyin gone yet? Let Mr. Ziyin deal with him!"

She also doesn't want to see blood on such a day, but Mr. Qingmu is too deceptive!
In order to get her, she was too relentless, such entanglement had already made her tired!

Seeing that Chang Xiang was thinking about letting Mr. Ziyin deal with Mr. Qingmu, Feng Jiangyi immediately laughed, and leaned over to press a kiss on her face.

"What madam said is, for my husband, let someone find Mr. Ziyin to deal with him, and order him to be beaten carefully!"

He can't beat Feng Jiangyi, but he has a ghost gate, and everyone in the ghost gate is willing to serve him!

And Mr. Qingmu is far from being the opponent of Mr. Ziyin!
Feng Jiangyi originally wanted to hug his wife and accompany the child to sleep well after indulgence, but at this time Mr. Qingmu came, so he had to ask someone to find Mr. Ziyin.

Young Master Qingmu, who had been waiting outside for a while, finally saw the guards striding forward.

"Emperor Nanyong, our son said that he wants to sleep with his wife and children, let... let..."

"Let what?"

Young Master Qing Mu asked, the smile on his face had disappeared, and there was a sharp look in his eyes.

The guard turned pale with fright, and immediately knelt down.

"Let, let... Emperor Nanyong go away..."

He's just a messenger!
roll……

Young Master Qingmu's eyes were full of mischief, Feng Jiangyi let him go?

Does Chang Xiangsi let him go?

With a kick, the guard who sent the message immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and he passed out because of it.

Seeing this, the guards next to him immediately stopped Mr. Qingmu. Mr. Qingmu wanted to have a good talk with them, so he sent someone to report.

Since you let him go, then he doesn't need to be polite!
Seeing the guards who stopped him, Young Master Qing Mu raised his hand, and waved his snow-white long sleeves with a force that cannot be ignored.

The guards in front only felt that it was difficult to breathe for a moment, and there was pain in the chest, and then blood overflowed from their mouths.

When Mr. Ziyin came to Fenghua Tower, he saw this scene. Mr. Qingmu dealt with those guards, and suddenly several white-clothed guards descended from the sky. Mr. Ziyin waved his hand, and those white-clothed guards disappeared immediately.

"Young master Qingmu is planning to force his way in?"

Seeing Mr. Ziyin appearing here, Mr. Qingmu smiled.

"Master Ziyin intends to stop it?"

"Of course, not everyone can enter the Fenghua Building, even if you are Emperor Nanyong! If Mr. Qingmu has nothing else to do, then go, the young master's full moon banquet is over!"

It seems that the purpose of honoring him today is to deal with Mr. Qingmu!
"I want to meet Chang Acacia!"

Why should he give up the woman he married to someone else!

Mr. Ziyin sneered, "Why don't you fight outside Feng Mansion, if Mr. Qingmu wins, I will naturally not stop him, but if Mr. Qingmu loses, don't appear in front of me forever, how about it?"

"Out of Feng Mansion..."

Young Master Qingmu looked at Young Master Ziyin, feeling suddenly puzzled.

"Could it be that those men in black who assassinated me are the ones from your ghost gate? Are those martial arts too bad if you want me to say that!"

"I am a person in the world, and I don't like to act in secrets. If I want to kill you, I will be aboveboard. I will definitely not send any men in black. I am afraid that you have offended too many people! Today, my son Here, you don’t want to step into the Fenghua Building, if you want to fight, go outside, otherwise please..."

The man in black, he has never had any men in black at the gate of hell, but there is a guard in white at the Lord's side, but it is obvious that what Mr. Qing Mu said is not the guard in white.

Mr. Qingmu knew that he was not the opponent of Mr. Ziyin, he was good at rhythm.

His weapon is the long purple flute that he carries around his waist. The sound of the flute played is enough to disturb one's mind.
Young Master Qingmu will not try this easily, "It's not impossible to start a fight, but everyone knows that Mr. Ziyin's magic sound pierces your ears very well. Do you think I will easily fight with you?"

Young Master Ziyin looked at the purple jade flute on his waist and smiled.

"Since that's the case, then I don't need the magic voice to fight with you. How about using my internal strength and relying on boxing skills? I don't take advantage of you at all!"

His magic voice is invincible, and his internal strength is also higher than that of Young Master Qing Mu. If it is about boxing skills, he would like to compare with Young Master Qing Mu!
Young Master Qing Mu also had this intention, he wanted to know where his boxing skills were different from his. After all, Young Master Ziyin was from the Jianghu with extremely high internal strength.

Even though Mr. Qingmu's martial arts are good, he still loses to him by a margin, but if it's his boxing skills, maybe he can compare with him.

He originally wanted to see Chang Xiangsai, but now that Mr. Ziyin is here, it might be difficult to break into Fenghua Building.

So he nodded, "If that's the case, then choose a place to compete!"

Naturally, Mr. Ziyin would not fight him in Fengfu, so he performed lightness kung fu and left. Seeing this, Mr. Qingmu immediately chased after him.

The two came to a remote place, because they walked not the main entrance, and the direction was not the direction of the main entrance, they cleverly avoided the assassins arranged by Feng Lisu outside.

The place the two came to was extremely remote, and the overgrown weeds had been covered with heavy snow, as if there was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth.

Mr. Qingmu was dressed in white clothes better than snow, and Mr. Ziyin was dressed in light purple robes, which were blown away in the wind and snow.

It's just that the two started their hands very quickly, without sharp and elegant moves, without light kung fu like flying, and without using strong internal force, they just punched and kicked like this, and the two fought freely.

Feng Jiangyi hugged Chang Xiangsi and waited for a while but did not wait for Mr. Ziyin, and Mr. Qingmu outside did not barge in.

Maybe Mr. Ziyin met Mr. Qingmu when he came to Fenghua Building, and he solved Mr. Qingmu's matter smoothly!

Thinking of this, Feng Jiangyi relaxed.

"Ignore so much, let's sleep!"

If there are guests outside who have not left, Li Yi and others will see them off, and he will spend time with his wife and children.

Chang Xiangsi also felt a little drowsy, and she was relieved knowing that Mr. Qingmu would not disturb them.

She doesn't want to see him anymore.

This man has always been only a threat to her, and his liking has become a burden.

That punching and kicking competition relied entirely on moves and force, without any frills, both sides were pure boxing skills, the competition was on the flexibility of the body and the strength of the fists.

The two fought in the wind and snow for a long time, until they scuffled together at the end, Mr. Ziyin also kept his promise and did not resist with the slightest internal force.

The fists of the two were fierce, and although the winner had not yet been determined after a fight, they were both on each other's hands.

But they also knew that it would be really ugly if their faces were covered with paint, so they moved their fists away from their faces in a tacit understanding.

After more than an hour, the sky had already darkened, and the two of them were still battling inseparably in the wind and snow, and they were both out of breath.

Both of them suffered a lot of injuries, but as time passed, neither of them had the desire to stop.

The two are of equal physical strength, and they both have hard fists, but after fighting for such a long time, there is no winner.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that Mr. Ziyin said, "Stop fighting!"

Young Master Qingmu hit the opponent's chest with his last fist, the pain made Young Master Ziyin's face darken, and he punched the opponent's stomach angrily.

In the end, the two of them ended up with this fist, and they sat down on the snow in exhaustion.

Because of the long-term competition, the two exerted a lot of strength. The heat emitted from their bodies melted the snowflakes that fell on them, and they felt wet.

Mr. Ziyin coughed a few times, his face was a little pale, his eyes fell on the opponent, and he asked calmly, "Who will win and who will lose?"

Young Master Qing Mu thought about it carefully, and then said, "I punched you 46 times and kicked twelve legs, and you punched me 45 times with [-] punches. Who do you think will win?"

With so many fists coming down, Mr. Ziyin's strength is naturally quite strong, he felt a little pain all over his body, probably a lot of bruises.

Mr. Ziyin was stunned for a moment, he did not expect that he could remember the situation of the two of them so clearly during this competition.

Mr. Ziyin has heard about Mr. Qingmu's seat for so many years, but at this time he also admires it.

"Since this is the case, it can be considered that there is no winner or loser!"

He sneered, "I didn't expect that my son would insist on learning the magic sound at the beginning because the moves were beautiful and not tiring. I didn't expect that I would have such a brutal fight with you one day!"

However, after playing a lot, they sweated a lot, and they felt much more comfortable. Moreover, the two had equal physical strength, and they played to the fullest.

Young Master Qingmu stood up, exhaled a mouthful of foul air, and all he exhaled was white mist. He looked at his embarrassment.

At this time, I'm afraid I can't go to Feng Mansion again, and there are still people outside Feng Mansion waiting for him!
Mr. Ziyin also stood up, looking at the darkened sky, the heavy snow was still falling, he said, "Since there is no difference between winning and losing, I will not prevent you from going to Fengfu, but...at this time you If you go to Feng Mansion, I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

Young Master Qingmu sneered, "If I didn't stand in the opposite direction, maybe I could make friends with you!"

(End of this chapter)