Mysterious journey

Calm down your thoughts. Standing aside and listening to the two people talking, the sky gradually became brighter, approaching noon.

It was getting late, so Uncle Tier and the guest finally got up and walked to the door together, after sending the guest out.

"Uncle, it's time for me to go back." Garen took off his scarf from the hanger.

"It's so early, let's go back after lunch." Tier turned around, "I've been here for so long and don't want to play here much. Longbas will be back soon, why don't you brothers have a good exchange? "

"Next time, uncle, Ying'er is still waiting for me at home." Garen smiled, "I promised her that I would go back for lunch."

"Okay, kid. Be careful on the road." Tier cursed with a smile and rubbed Garen's hair.

"OK."

Gallon had just put on his shoes and was about to go out. Suddenly he felt a roll of warm paper being stuffed into the palm of his right hand. When he lowered his head and looked, he saw that it was a roll of one hundred yuan banknotes. Looking back, I saw a smile on my uncle's face.

"Take it, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's just a little pocket money. Just study hard at school."

"I know, thank you, uncle." Garen smiled and nodded quickly. "Then I'll leave first."

"Well, go ahead. Come and play with me more often when you have time."

"knew."

Coming down from the stairwell, Garen returned to the lobby on the first floor. In the center of the hall, among the sparse people coming in and out, a blond boy wearing white tights was standing next to the white angel statue. Seeing Garen coming down, the young man raised his brows.

"Garen, come here." He waved to Garen casually, holding a white leather ball in his other hand, patting it from time to time, and talking to a black-haired girl next to him.

Garen also saw the young man. He knew this man, his uncle's son, his cousin Longbas. A guy with a bad personality, impetuous and arrogant. In the past, Garen did not like to have much contact with this guy.

Frowning, he walked over and got closer, stopping when he was still two meters away from Longbas.

"What did my dad say to you?" Longbas turned his face and asked in a low voice.

"I didn't say anything, I just asked casually about how I'm doing. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Garen replied calmly.

Longbas raised his eyebrows and glanced at the girl next to him, as if he felt that his image was being challenged. "Why are you panicking? I am your brother, and you are so impatient after saying a few words to you?"

Garen was speechless. "If there is really nothing wrong, I will leave first and rush home to have lunch with Ying'er." He was too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, so he turned around and walked away.

"Hey! I'm your brother! Stop!" Longbas' eyes flashed with anger and he raised his voice.

"Lombas, you are really excited, aren't you!? Don't look for trouble!" Garen turned around, frowned, and also raised his voice. In the past, Garen might have been submissive, but now he is not the loser he was before.

"Hehe. Okay? You dare to yell at me? I told you to yell!!" Longbas suddenly reached out and slapped Garon in the face. With such force, he actually used a hint of fighting explosive skills. The strength increased by half.

The slap made a whirring sound and hit Garen hard on the left side of his face.

Snapped! !

A crisp sound.

The palms of Garen and Lombas collided hard.

The strength of the two of them is actually about the same, almost the same. Just an even match.

Garen was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that this playful and lustful cousin actually had some fighting skills. It's just that his basic fighting skills have seriously entered the elementary level. He exerted a slight force on his hand and flicked it hard.

With a crash, Longbas was violently thrown to the side a few steps, and almost hit a middle-aged man on the other side. This time, Longbas's face instantly turned red as a pig's liver, and he felt a burning pain as he shook his hand. Upon closer inspection, my right hand was actually swollen. "Good Gallon, you're fine!!" He glanced at the girl on his side for the last time, "Just wait for me!"

Garen didn't bother to look at him. This cousin just practiced some fighting skills casually based on his hobbies. There was no way he could compete with him in practicing fighting skills. If he comes to cause trouble again, he will be abused by him. And if it were to find someone else, even with his uncle supporting him, Longbas wouldn't have the guts.

"Stop looking for trouble. I don't know how disappointed my uncle will be if he sees you in such a useless state." After saying that, he turned and left the hall and walked out of the small wooden door. Lombasi's angry roar could be heard faintly behind him.

Returning along the original route, because the flow of people increased, it took more than half an hour for Gallon to return to Blue Tree Street where his home was located.

Walking in from the entrance of the community, the fourth red-roofed building on the right is where he lives now.

At the entrance of the stairs, a trembling old gentleman with white hair was walking down the stairs step by step with a cane.

Garen stood aside and waited slowly, waiting until the old gentleman was completely out of the stairwell before preparing to go upstairs.

The old gentleman smiled kindly at him and walked directly to the parking lot on the right without saying anything. Although he didn't look very gentle step by step, he was very serious and meticulous. Paired with a neat and clean black suit, it actually gives people a faint sense of solemnity.

Garen withdrew his gaze, walked into the somewhat dark stairwell, and went up two floors, just in time to hear the patter of footsteps upstairs. He looked up through the gap in the stairs. I happened to see Ying'er's figure slowly moving up, as if she was moving something heavy.

"Ying'er!" he called.

"Gallon?" Ying'er was still wearing a black waist dress, and the short skirt only covered her thighs. Hearing the shout, she bent down and put down her things, and looked down through the gap in the stairs as she walked over. "Are you back? Come and help me. I bought some white pears and piled them up to eat."

Garen was about to reply when his cheeks suddenly turned red. "Got it, come right away."

Ying'er seemed to be aware of something and closed her legs unconsciously. She immediately blushed and stepped back. "You guy! Don't imitate Lombas!"

"You didn't pay attention!" Garen quickly clarified. Taking a few steps as one, he ran up, bent down and picked up the yellow wooden frame placed on the stairs. As expected, there were dozens of fist-sized white pears piled inside.

"What do you mean I didn't pay attention to myself?" Ying'er said loudly with her hands on her hips. She seemed to have noticed that her voice was too loud. She quickly glanced around and said, "Go back first!"

Garen shrugged, hugged the wooden frame and walked up.

The two of them quickly climbed to the door of their house, and Ying'er took out the key and opened the door. As soon as he entered the house and changed his shoes, Garen put down the pears and ran away.

Bang!

The door was slammed shut by Ying'er, and she moved her hands with a red face.

"You're dead Galleon!" She yelled and rushed over. Her movements were agile and fast, and she was actually a lot faster than Galleon who was a junior fighting artist.

The two chased each other in circles in the living room. For only ten seconds, they heard only a bang.

Jia Lung tripped over Ying'er, who was not wearing shoes, and lay on his back.

"At least it's an intermediate level of fighting skills. And it should have been trained in secret arts." He looked at Ying'er who was standing next to him speechlessly. Although he didn't use the skills of fighting skills and didn't take it seriously, at least it was Physical fitness and movement instinct can also be felt. My sister's fighting skills seem to be more focused on speed rather than the explosive power of the Baiyun Martial Arts School, and may be at the intermediate level of fighting skills.

Different martial arts schools have different emphasis on basic combat skills. Some focus on strength, some focus on explosiveness, some focus on speed, as well as strengthening physical fitness, dodge, endurance, etc., all kinds of them are available. And some have different names. And these basic fighting skills are just temporary skills used during fighting, rather than training secret skills.

Exercise secrets refer to unique and secret methods of exercising. It is the truly unique martial arts secret of the martial arts school.

Just like the basic fighting skills of Baiyun Martial Arts School, although it is just an explosive technique, it is not the essence and secret skill of Baiyun Martial Arts School. Every martial arts school has a unique set of secret training techniques. Unlike the temporary skills of fighting and fighting, only true disciples can teach the secret training techniques. Long-term exercise of secret techniques can effectively improve the basic qualities of the human body, such as strength, explosive power, speed, endurance, flexibility, etc.

Garen had heard that the real disciples of Baiyun Martial Arts School were famous for their strength in competitions. Apparently the secret techniques of martial arts schools are used to enhance strength. But now Ying'er's speed is obviously abnormally fast, and she has obviously been trained with secret techniques.

After returning his attention from his distraction, Garen suddenly turned away unnaturally.

"Okay! It's not good to imitate anyone but that idiot Longbas!" Ying'er gasped and kicked Garen on the chest. She was not afraid of being injured by the kick through the thick clothes.

Garen blinked his eyes and suddenly reached out to grab her feet and pulled.

Bang!

There was another muffled sound. Ying'er then hit him, and the two of them let out a groan of pain at the same time.

A faint girl's body fragrance suddenly penetrated Garen's nose, making Garen's heart tremble slightly. "Okay, stop making trouble!" He rubbed his belly and got up quickly, "What should I have for lunch?"

Ying'er bumped her head into Jia Long's chest and was pulled down without noticing. She was about to get angry, but suddenly her cheeks turned red again. She noticed that she was completely thrown into Jia Long's arms. She was more excited than when they were fighting before. Long's chest felt much thicker. And this time when he was knocked down, he didn't look as angry as before, but looked like he didn't take it seriously. When she heard the question about lunch, she blinked and was stunned for a moment before reacting. He got up from the ground and combed his skirt. "I made honey bean cake and onion pie, and the melon leaf soup should also be stewed."