Rein in your mind. Standing aside and listening to the two talking, the sky gradually brightened, approaching noon.
It was getting late, Uncle Till and the guest finally got up and walked to the door together, after sending the guest out.
"Uncle, then I should go back." Garen took his scarf from the hanger.
"It's so early, let's go back after lunch." Tyre turned around, "I don't play here much after coming here for so long, and Lombas will be back soon, why don't you brothers communicate well? "
"Uncle next time, Ying'er is still waiting for me at home." Garen smiled, "I promised her that I would go back for lunch."
"That's fine, boy. Be careful on the road." Tire cursed with a smile, and rubbed Garen's hair.
"OK."
Garen had just put on his shoes and was about to go out when he suddenly felt a roll of warm paper stuffed into the palm of his right hand. He looked down and saw a roll of one hundred yuan bills. Turning around, I happened to see 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."
"Understood, thank you uncle." Garen smiled and nodded quickly. "Then I'll go first."
"Well, go. Come and play with me when you have time."
"knew."
Descending from the stairwell, Garen returned to the hall on the first floor. In the middle of the hall, among the sparsely passing crowd, a blond boy in white tights was standing beside the white angel statue. Seeing Garen coming down, the boy raised his brows.
"Garon, come here." He waved at Garen casually, holding a white ball in the other hand, patted it from time to time, and was talking to a black-haired girl beside him.
Gallon also saw the boy, he knew him, his uncle's son, his cousin Lombas. A guy with a bad personality, impetuous and arrogant, the former Garen didn't like to get in touch with this guy.
Frowning, he walked over and approached, and stopped when he was two meters away from Lombas.
"What did my dad tell you?" Lombas turned his face and asked in a low voice.
"I didn't say anything, I just asked casually about what's going on. I'll leave first if I don't have anything to do." Garen replied flatly.
Lombas raised his eyebrows and glanced at the girl beside him, as if he felt that his image had been challenged. "Why are you panicking? I'm your brother. Are you so impatient after just talking to you?"
Garen was speechless. "If there's really nothing to do, I'll leave first, and rush home to have lunch with Yinger." He was too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, turned around and walked away.
"Hey! I'm your brother! Stop!" Lombas' eyes flashed with anger, and he raised his voice.
"Lombas, you're really excited, aren't you!? Don't look for trouble!" Garen turned around, frowned, and also raised his voice. In the past, Garen might be submissive, but now he is not the same trash as before.
"Hey, okay? How dare you yell at me? I'll tell you to yell!!" Lombas slammed Garen's face with his hand. With a slap in the face, he used a hint of explosive fighting skills. Strength increased by half at once.
With a whirring sound, he slapped Gallon's left cheek hard.
Snapped! !
There was a crisp sound.
Garen and Lombas slapped each other hard.
The strength of the two of them is actually the same, almost the same. It's just about equal.
Garen was a little surprised, he didn't expect this playful and lustful cousin to have some fighting skills. It's just that my basic fighting skills have entered the elementary level in a serious manner. He exploded with slightly increased force in his hand and swung it hard.
With a bang, Lombas was thrown a few steps to the side, almost hitting a middle-aged man on the other side. At this moment, Lombas' face turned red like a pig's liver, and he felt a burning pain when he shook his hands. Upon closer inspection, the right hand was actually swollen. "Good Gallon, you're fine!!" He glanced at the girl beside him one last time, "Just wait for me!"
Garen didn't bother to look at him any more. This cousin just practiced some martial arts casually as a hobby, and it was impossible for him to practice martial arts so hard. If you come to find trouble again, you will be abused by him. And if it was looking for someone instead, Langlongpas wouldn't have the guts to have his uncle on top to support him.
"Don't look for trouble. Uncle will be disappointed if he sees you so ineffective." After speaking, he turned around and left the hall, and walked out through the small wooden door. Lombas's desperate roar was faintly heard behind him.
Returning along the original road, it took more than half an hour for Garen to return to Lanshu Street where his home was located because of the heavy traffic.
Walking in from the entrance of the community, the fourth red-roofed building on the right is where he lives now.
At the top of the stairs, a trembling old gentleman with white hair was walking down the stairwell step by step with a cane.
Garen stood aside and waited slowly, waiting until the old gentleman had completely exited the stairwell before preparing to go upstairs.
The old gentleman smiled at him in a friendly manner, without saying a word, he walked directly to the parking lot on the right. Step by step, although it doesn't look very warm, but it is very serious and meticulous. With the neat and clean black suit on his body, it actually gives people a faint sense of solemnity.
Garen looked away, walked into the somewhat dark stairwell, and went up two floors in succession, just in time to hear the sound of footsteps upstairs. He looked up and down through the gap in the stairs. Just in time, Yinger's figure was slowly moving up, as if she was moving something heavy.
"Ying'er!" he called out.
"Galen?" Ying'er was still wearing a black tunic dress, and the short skirt only covered her thighs. Hearing the shout, she bent down to put down her things, and looked down from the gap in the stairs as if walking over. "Are you back? Come and help, I bought some white pears and piled them up to eat."
Garen was about to reply when suddenly his cheeks flushed. "Understood, come right away."
Yinger also seemed to be aware of something unconsciously closing her legs, her face blushed immediately, and she backed away. "You bastard! Don't learn from Lombas!"
"It's you who didn't pay attention!" Garen quickly clarified. He ran up a few steps, bent down and picked up the yellow wooden frame on the stairs. Sure enough, there were dozens of white water pears the size of a fist piled inside.
"What do you mean I didn't pay attention?" Yinger said loudly with her hands on her hips, as if she also noticed that her voice was too loud, she quickly swept around, "Go back first!"
Garen shrugged, hugged the wooden frame and followed up.
The two speeded up and crawled to the front of their house, and Yinger took out the key and opened the door. As soon as he entered the door and changed his shoes, Garen put down the pear and ran.
Boom!
The door was slammed shut by Ying Er, she moved her hands with a flushed face.
"You're dead on Garen!" She yelled suddenly and rushed over, her movements were agile and fast, even faster than Garen, who was a beginner in martial arts.
The two were chasing in circles in the living room, and within a dozen seconds, only a bang was heard.
Garen tripped over Ying Er who was not wearing shoes, and lay on his back on the ground.
"At least it's an intermediate fighting technique. And it should have been trained in secret techniques." He looked at Ying'er who was standing next to him speechlessly. Physical fitness and movement instinct can also be felt. My sister's fighting skills seem to be more speed-oriented than the explosive power of Baiyun Martial Arts, and it may be at the intermediate level of fighting skills.
Different martial arts schools have different emphasis on basic fighting skills and fighting skills. Some focus on strength, some focus on explosiveness, some focus on speed, as well as strengthening physique, dodging, endurance, etc. There are all kinds of them. And some have different names. And these basic fighting skills are just temporary skills used in fighting, not training secret skills.
Exercise secret technique refers to a unique and secret method of exercising the body. It is the truly unique martial arts secret art of the martial arts school.
Just like the basic fighting technique of Baiyun Martial Arts, although it is only an explosive technique, it is not the essence of Baiyun Martial Arts. Any martial arts school has a unique set of training secrets, which are different from the temporary skills of fighting and fighting. Only true disciples can be taught the training secrets. Exercising the secret technique for a long time can effectively improve the basic quality of the human body, such as strength, explosive power, speed, endurance, flexibility and so on.
Garen had heard of the real disciples of the Baiyun Martial Arts School, and they were all known for their strength in the competition. Apparently the secret arts in martial arts are used to increase strength. But now Yinger's speed is obviously a little abnormally fast, and she has obviously been trained with secret techniques.
When his attention came back from being distracted, Garen suddenly turned his face away somewhat unnaturally.
"Okay! It's not good to learn from anyone, I have to learn from that idiot Lombas!" Ying'er kicked Garen's chest with a little panting, and she was not afraid of being hurt by the kick through the thick clothes.
Garen blinked his eyes, reached out and grabbed her foot and pulled it.
Boom!
There was another muffled sound. Ying'er then slammed on him, and the two groaned in pain at the same time.
A faint scent of a girl's body immediately penetrated into Garen's nose, which made Garen's heart tremble slightly. "Okay, stop making trouble!" He rubbed his stomach and quickly got up, "What should I have for lunch?"
Ying'er bumped her head into Garen's chest, and she didn't notice that she was pulled down for a moment. She was about to get angry, but suddenly her cheeks flushed again, and she noticed that she was completely in Garen's arms. Long's chest felt much thicker. And this time when he was knocked down by himself, he was not as angry as before with a straight face, but a look of indifference. When she heard the question about lunch, she blinked and was stunned for a moment before she realized it. Getting up from the ground, he combed the skirt on his lower body. "I made honey bean cake, and onion pie, and the melon leaf soup should also be stewed."
(end of this chapter)