Mysterious journey

After following Filia to the fifth floor, the iron door of the stairwell had been opened, and a man in a black suit with a stern hair stood at the door. The man glanced at Garen, "Are you Garen? Your uncle asked you to go to the study."

Garen nodded, changed his shoes, straightened his clothes, closed the door with Filia and walked towards the study.

The fireplace in the hall was burning with red charcoal, and the whole room was warm. When passing by the hall, there was a pretty girl with long red ponytail sitting on the sofa. She was lying on it and sleeping soundly in a simple white training uniform.

Garen glanced at the girl, paid a little attention to her arms and legs, and then walked directly to the study room inside.

There is a short corridor between the living room and the study. The walls on both sides of the corridor are inlaid with clear mirrors. Garen paused briefly as he walked to the mirror.

In the mirror, he clearly saw his reflection.

He has short purple-black hair, deep red eyes, and the black shirt he wears on his upper body is bulging with muscles. He looks extremely strong, and his legs are slender, with arms and waist like a wasp. It gives people a strong and strong temperament. He is also much taller than before. Obviously he has been exercising for so long, and he is also in the growth period, so his height has grown again.

After a brief pause, Garen directly pushed open the mahogany door of the study room. There were two rows of bookshelves in front of the walls on both sides, and a long black wooden table in the middle.

The uncle and a white-haired old man were sitting at the table drinking coffee, and the room was filled with a strong aroma of coffee.

Boom boom.

Garen stood at the door and knocked softly.

The uncle looked fatter, his thick black eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he shrank in his seat as if he was thinking about something. At this time, he heard Garen's knock on the door, and he raised his head slightly and looked over.

"It's Garen. I was asking you a while ago why you didn't come over to see me. What have you been busy with recently? Ying'er also said that she doesn't see you very much. Isn't she still practicing martial arts in that martial arts gym?" Uncle pointed. The seat opposite him said, "Come on, sit down first, we uncle and nephew haven't had a good chat for a long time."

Garen nodded, walked to the seat, pulled out the seat and sat down. He glanced at the white-haired old man sitting on the side. The old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties. His hair and beard were all pale, and he was dressed in white plain clothes.

What really caught Garen's attention was that from the moment he walked in, this man stared at him with a frown.

Turning his gaze away from the old man, Garen sat upright and looked at his uncle.

"Uncle, I heard that you said you wanted me to inherit your property? Is this true?" he asked with a serious expression.

"Of course it's true." Uncle Angel raised his eyebrows and said, "This matter was decided a long time ago."

His fingers tapped gently and rhythmically on the table, making a clicking sound.

"How should I put it? Well, let me start from the beginning. After all, I know very well about you that you are not the kind of personality who is eager for power and money. If I don't make it clear, I'm afraid you won't be willing to let you inherit my career. .”

Garen opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, but it was true that as his uncle said, he really didn't think much about these things. Maybe it was because he had superpowers and didn't pay much attention to things outside himself, or maybe it was for some other reason.

As his uncle said, if he didn't make it clear, he was indeed prepared to persuade him to abandon this decision.

Uncle Angel pondered for a moment: "You know the situation of my two children. It is impossible to hand over the property to them, that's for sure. Both Longbas and Philia are just playful. Maybe It may change in the future, but the possibility is too small.”

"And the young people on my wife's side of the family are too ambitious. Although they do have a lot of ability and character, there will definitely be nothing left after I hand over the property. What will happen to Filia and Longbas in the future? I have worked hard All the industries, businesses, and connections we created are just given to them for free? Impossible!"

Garen nodded.

Uncle Angel smoked a cigar and started to light it slowly, and continued: "I admit that this matter has indeed put you in an embarrassing situation, and I can't help you. But I really don't want everything about me. Just give it to others for nothing! I still have two children! Yes, Philia and Longbas, even though Longbas always makes me worry, he is still my child. Galleon."

He raised his eyes and stared into Garen's eyes.

"You have shown excellent business talents since you were a child. Only you can stabilize everything for me. I know that you are not yearning for a life like mine, but think about Philia. Although Longbas has a bad relationship with you, But Philia has always liked you, right? You like her too, right? I can make the decision to get you engaged."

Garen was stunned and almost speechless. He didn't want to distract himself from other paths, but he didn't know how to refuse.

And it can be seen that uncle Angel seems to have reached a point where everything is at the end of his rope, and he is starting to make arrangements for his escape at the age of forty.

Angel picked up the cigar and took a deep breath, blowing out a faint ring of white smoke from his nostrils.

"This matter is indeed sudden, but I hope you can think about it seriously." He said with an adult attitude.

Garen nodded.

"If this is your wish, uncle." He narrowed his eyes slightly and said solemnly. "Just, can you tell me why you are so anxious to arrange these things? You are still young. Don't you think it is too early to do such a thing?"

Seeing that his nephew did not refuse immediately, Angel's expression gradually became relaxed. He picked up a pair of scissors and cut the cigar, holding it directly in his mouth and pointing at the white-haired old man beside him.

"Of course I have my reasons. Come, let me introduce you first. This is my old friend Adonis, who recently came to my place as a guest, and the one sleeping on the sofa outside is his apprentice Vinnie. You all They are martial arts practitioners, so they should have a lot of things in common."

Garen frowned: "Uncle, you'd better tell me the reason, maybe..." Before he could finish his words, there was a bang, and the study door was knocked open.

The three of them looked over together. Longbas stood panting at the door, staring at Garen fiercely.

"Garen! It's you again! It's you again!!"

Garen frowned and was about to speak.

"Get out!" Uncle Angel shouted loudly, stood up, and pointed to the door. "Didn't you see I was talking? Get out!"

Longbas opened his mouth to speak, but when he saw his father's ugly face, he immediately slammed the door angrily and left.

Angel sat down angrily and pressed the cigar into the ashtray.

"This Longbas is really getting more and more outrageous. Okay, I'm going to teach him a lesson first. You two can chat casually. You are both martial arts practitioners. There should be common topics. Adunis can also give you some advice." Long."

He stood up, coughed twice and went straight out.

With a click, the door slowly closed.

Garen sat on his seat and stared at the white-haired old man opposite him quietly. The old man had been frowning at him since he walked in.

The two looked at each other, but neither spoke.

"Young man, your martial arts has deviated from the right path." Adonis finally spoke slowly.

"Right way?" Garen was slightly stunned. He originally thought that the old man would tell him about his relationship with his uncle, but he didn't expect that he would comment on his martial arts right away.

"Practicing martial arts is training the mind. Your mind has been affected by your own force." Adonis said solemnly, "When the convenience brought by force becomes more and more obvious, you will become more and more accustomed to relying on it until you can no longer rely on it. You can’t live without it, when everything you base on it, you will always live for martial arts and becoming stronger. This is a puppet!”

The old man stood up and walked to the window to look down.

"Do you think that continuously improving your strength will bring you enough security?"

Garen's heart trembled, and he raised his head and stared at the other party.

"How to say?"

"Don't let power lose your mind. The strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be weak." Adonis shook his head, turned and walked towards the door, opened it gently, and closed it gently, but no sound was made.

Garen sat in his original position, his face changing.

Hooray!

He stood up suddenly and touched his chest gently with his hands. The strong and strong muscles were as hard and powerful as stones, but such strength still could not bring him inner peace.

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Bang!

The leather baffle that Garen was holding was kicked hard, causing a circle of fine white ash to open.

Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous rain of fists, hitting the same point hard like a lute.

Bang bang bang bang! !

Four consecutive sounds overlapped in an instant, and Garen stepped back continuously. His arms could barely hold the leather baffle, and he retreated a full five or six meters.

Senior sister Tasia slowly retracted her fist and blew out a stream of white air from her mouth. The sides of her temples were blood red, which was a special feature of the secret martial arts masters of Baiyun Martial Arts Hall. As she closed her fists and stood still, the red color on Tasia's temples began to slowly fade away.

"It's your turn, junior brother." Tasia walked over and took the baffle from Garen's hand, "Next, you attack."

"Okay." Garen nodded.

The two were currently wearing black gi uniforms and practicing fighting in the martial arts hall on the second floor of the main hall.

Bang bang! laugh!

On the newly replaced brown-red floor, the two people stood in the center, as inconspicuous as two small black dots. But every time they hit each other, they can shake out clear circles of white ash. The hissing sound of the rapid scraping of the ground was enough to make people grind their teeth.

Garen repeatedly used flings and punches, attacking the senior sister alternately, and every attack would be accurately blocked.

The senior sister has a relaxed expression and light steps. Part of the white tiger tattoo vaguely exposed on her arm comes alive in the violent movements, like a living creature. The blood-red temples and sharp eyes with a slight smile give people a vague sense of monster. .

After hitting two hundred times in a row, Garen finally couldn't hold on anymore, stopped, took two steps back and stood still. Panting heavily.

"Hello, Senior Sister. Can I ask a question?"

"I can see that you are confused, right?" Senior sister Tasia walked over with a smile.

Bang! !

She kicked Garen hard on the chest, knocking him all the way out.

"The most important thing to do at this time is to fight!!" Tasia walked up to Garen and looked down at him. "Confusion, hesitation, hesitation, cowardice, don't think about anything, because these are a waste of time! People should not live in the past."

She stepped high and stepped on Garen's head like a mad elephant.