Following Filia up to the fifth floor, the iron door in the stairwell had been opened, and a man in a black suit with a cropped cut stood at the door. The man glanced at Garen, "Are you Garen? Your uncle told 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 red charcoal fire, and the whole room was warm. When passing by the hall, there was a handsome girl with red long ponytail sitting on the sofa, wearing a simple white exercise uniform, lying on it and sleeping soundly.
Garen glanced at the girl, paid a little attention to her arms and thighs, and then walked directly to the study inside.
There is a small corridor between the living room and the study room, and the walls on both sides of the corridor are inlaid with clear mirrors. Garen paused slightly when he walked in front of the mirror.
From the mirror, he clearly saw his own reflection.
He has short purple-black hair, deep red eyes, and a black shirt on his upper body that is bulging with muscles. He looks extremely strong, with slender legs that can be regarded as the waist of an ape arm. Gives a vigorous and strong temperament. He is also much taller than before. Obviously, he has been exercising for so long, and he is also in the developmental period, so his height has grown again.
Pausing for a while, Garen 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 space.
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.
Garen stood at the door and knocked lightly.
Uncle's figure became even fatter, his thick black eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he huddled in his seat as if he was thinking about something. Hearing Garen's knock on the door at this moment, he slightly raised his head to look over.
"It's Garen. I was talking about why you didn't come to see me a while ago. What have you been up to lately? Ying'er also said that she doesn't see you very much, so she's still practicing martial arts in that martial arts gym?" the uncle pointed. The seat opposite to him, "Come on, sit down first, we two, uncle and nephew, haven't had a good chat for a long time."
Garen nodded, walked to the seat, opened the seat and sat down, and glanced at the white-haired old man sitting beside him. The old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties, his hair and beard were all pale, and he was dressed in plain white clothes.
What really caught Garen's attention was that from the moment he entered the door, the man stared at him closely 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 that you want me to inherit your property? Is this true?" He asked seriously.
"Of course it's true." Uncle Angel raised his eyebrows and said, "This matter was decided a long time ago."
He tapped his fingers lightly and rhythmically on the table, making a clicking sound.
"How should I say it? Well, let me start from the beginning. After all, I know very well about you. You are not the kind of personality who rushes for power and money. If you don't make it clear, I am afraid that you will not be willing to let you inherit my career." .”
Garen opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, but it was indeed like what his uncle said, he really didn't discuss these things any more, maybe it was because he possessed supernatural powers and didn't pay much attention to things outside of him, or maybe it was some other reason.
As uncle said, if he doesn't make it clear, he is indeed going to persuade him to give up this decision.
Uncle Angel pondered for a while: "You know the situation of my two children. It is impossible to hand over the property to them, that's for sure. Both Lombas and Filia are just playful, maybe It may change in the future, but the probability is too small."
"And the young people in my wife's family are too ambitious. Although they do have a lot of ability and character, there must be nothing left after my property is handed over. What will happen to Filia and Lombas in the future? I have worked hard All the industrial business and personal connections you have created are given to them for nothing? Impossible!"
Garen nodded.
Uncle Angel smoked a cigar, started to slow down, and continued: "I admit, this incident has really forced you into an embarrassing situation. I am sorry for that. But I really don't want everything about me. Just give it away to others for free! I still have two children! Yes, Filia and Lombas, even though Lombas always makes me worry, he is still my child. Gallon."
He raised his eyes and stared into Garen's eyes.
"You have shown excellent business talent since you were a child. Only you can stabilize everything about me. I know that what you yearn for is not my life, but think about Filia, although Lombas has a bad relationship with you, But Filia has always liked you, right? You like her too, right? I can decide to get you engaged."
Garen was startled, almost speechless. He didn't want to distract himself from other paths at all, but he didn't know how to refuse.
Moreover, it could be seen that Uncle Angel seemed to be at the end of his rope now, and he was only forty years old and began to arrange his way out.
Angel picked up the cigar and took a deep breath, exhaling a faint white smoke ring from his nostrils.
"This matter is indeed sudden, but I hope you can seriously consider it." He said with an attitude towards adults.
Garen nodded.
"If this is your wish, Uncle." He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice. "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 this kind of thing?"
Seeing that his nephew didn't refuse immediately, Angel's expression gradually relaxed. He picked up the small scissors and cut the cigar, put it in his mouth, and pointed at the white-haired old man beside him.
"Of course I have my reasons. Come on, let me introduce you first. This is my old friend Adonis, who came to visit me recently, and the one sleeping on the sofa outside is his apprentice Winnie. You all They are practicing martial arts, so there should be a lot of common topics.”
Garen frowned: "Uncle, you should tell me the reason, maybe..." Before he could finish speaking, the study door was knocked open with a bang.
The three of them looked over together, and Lombas stood at the door panting, staring fiercely at Gallon.
"Garon! 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 out the door. "Don't you see I'm talking? Get out!"
Lombas opened his mouth to speak, but seeing his father's ugly face, he slammed the door angrily and left.
Angor sat down angrily, and pressed the cigar into the ashtray.
"This Lombas is getting more and more outrageous. Alright, I'll teach him a lesson first. You two can chat casually. You both practice martial arts. There should be common topics. Adonis can also give pointers. Long."
He stood up and coughed twice and went out directly.
With a click, the door slowly closed.
Garen sat in his seat, staring quietly at the white-haired old man opposite him. The old man had been frowning at him since he entered the door.
The two men met their eyes, but neither spoke.
"Young man, your martial arts have deviated from the right path." Adonis finally spoke slowly.
"Righteous way?" Garen was slightly taken aback. He thought the old man would tell him about his relationship with his uncle, but he didn't expect to comment on his martial arts as soon as he came up.
"Practicing martial arts is training your mind, and your mind has already been affected by your own force." Adonis said in a deep voice, "When the convenience brought by force becomes more and more obvious, you will become more and more accustomed to relying on it until you are able to rely on it again. You can't do without it, when everything about you is based on it, you'll live forever for martial arts and getting stronger. It's a puppet!"
The old man stood up, went to the window and looked down.
"Do you think that by constantly improving your strength, you can bring yourself enough sense of security?"
Garen's heart shuddered, and he looked up at the other party.
"How to say?"
"Don't let power get lost in your heart. The strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be weak." Adonis shook his head, turned and walked towards the door, gently opened it, and then closed it gently, but there was no sound at all.
Garen sat in place, his face changing unsteadily.
Hula!
He stood up abruptly, and gently touched his chest with his hands. His strong and sturdy muscles were as hard and powerful as a stone, but such strength still could not bring him inner stability.
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Boom!
The leather baffle that Garen was holding was kicked hard, shaking away a circle of fine white ash.
Immediately afterwards, there were continuous fist shadows hitting the same point fiercely like rain hitting a lute.
Bang bang bang! !
Four consecutive sounds overlapped in an instant, and Garen backed back again and again, his arms could barely hold the leather baffle, and he retreated a full five or six meters.
The elder sister Tasia slowly retracted her fist, and a puff of white air spewed out of her mouth. Both sides of her temples were blood red, which is the special characteristic of the secret martial arts masters of Baiyun Martial Arts Hall. As he retracted his fist and stood still, the redness of Tasia's temples also began to fade slowly.
"It's time for you, junior." Tasia walked over to take the baffle from Garen's hand, "Next you attack."
"Okay." Garen nodded.
The two are wearing black Taoist uniforms at this time, practicing the split 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 stood in the center, like two small black spots that were inconspicuous. But every time they confront each other, they can shake out clear circles of white ash. The hissing sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground was also jaw-dropping.
Garen used throwing and punching repeatedly, alternately attacking the elder sister, and each attack was accurately blocked.
The elder sister has a relaxed expression and light footsteps. The part of the white tiger tattoo that is faintly exposed on the arm is vivid in the violent movements, like a living thing. With the blood-red temples and sharp eyes with a slight smile, it gives people a sense of monsters. .
After hitting him 200 times in a row, Garen finally couldn't hold on anymore, stopped, took two steps back and stood still. He was gasping for breath.
"Sister Hu, I want to ask a question, can I?"
"It can be seen that you are confused, right?" The elder sister Tasia walked over with a smile.
Boom! !
She kicked Garen's chest hard, kicking him all the way to the ground.
"The most important thing to do at a time like this 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 stomped her legs high, her posture was like a mad elephant, and she stomped hard on Garen's head.
(end of this chapter)