He followed Phelia up to the fifth floor. The steel door of the stairwell was already open, and a man in a black suit stood at the door. The man looked at Garon, "You are Garon, right? Your uncle wants you to go to the study. "
Garon nodded, changed his shoes, and tidied up his clothes. He closed the door and walked towards the study with Phelia.
The fireplace in the hall was burning with red charcoal, and the whole room was warm. As he walked past the hall, he saw a pretty girl with a red ponytail sitting on the sofa. She was wearing simple white training clothes and was sleeping soundly on the sofa.
Garen glanced at the girl and paid attention to her arms and thighs. Then, he walked straight into the study room.
There was a small corridor between the living room and the study, and the walls on both sides of the corridor were inlaid with clear mirrors. Garen came to a stop in front of the mirror.
He could clearly see his own reflection in the mirror.
Dark purple short hair, dark red eyes, and the black shirt on his upper body was bulging with muscles. He looked abnormally strong, and his legs were long and slender. He gave off a strong and vigorous temperament. He was also much taller than before. Obviously, after training for so long, and with his puberty, he had grown taller again.
After a short pause, Garon pushed open the mahogany door of the study. There were two rows of bookshelves on both sides of the wall, and a long black wooden table was placed in the middle of the room.
His uncle and a white-haired old man were sitting at the table drinking coffee, and the room was filled with the strong aroma of coffee.
Knock knock.
Garon stood at the door and gently knocked on it.
His uncle's body seemed to have gotten fatter. His two thick black eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his whole body was curled up in the seat as if he was thinking about something. At this moment, he heard Garon knocking on the door, and slightly raised his head to look at him.
"Oh, it's Garon. I was wondering why you didn't come to see me. What have you been busy with recently? Ying Er also said that she didn't see you much. Don't tell me you're still training in that dojo? " Uncle pointed to the seat opposite him. "Come, sit down first. We haven't had a good chat in a long time."
Garon nodded and walked to his seat. He pulled it out and sat down. He glanced at the white-haired old man sitting beside him. This old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties. His hair and beard were all white, and he was dressed in white.
What really caught Garon's attention was that the man had been staring at him with a frown ever since he entered the room.
Turning his gaze away from the old man, Garon sat up straight and looked at his uncle.
"Uncle, I heard that you want me to inherit your business? Is this true? "he asked with a serious expression.
"Of course." Uncle Angor raised his eyebrows. "This was decided a long time ago."
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, making tapping sounds.
"How should I put it? How about this, I'll start from the beginning. After all, I know you very well. You're not the kind of person who would crave for power and money. If I don't make it clear, I'm afraid you won't be willing to inherit my business. "
Garon opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer. However, as his uncle said, he really didn't care much about these things. Maybe it was because he had a special ability and didn't care about material things, or maybe it was because of other reasons.
Like what his uncle said, if he didn't make it clear, he was going to persuade him to give up on this decision.
Uncle Angor pondered for a while. "You know the situation of my two children. I can't give my business to them. That's for sure. Whether it's Lombarth or Phelia, they're just playful people. Maybe they'll change in the future, but the possibility is too small. "
"And the young people in my wife's family are too ambitious. Although there's no lack of capable people, if I give my business to them, there'll be nothing left. What about Phelia and Lombarth in the future? The business and connections I worked so hard to build, all of it will be given to them for nothing? Impossible! "
Garon nodded.
Uncle Angor took out a cigar and slowly lit it. He continued, "I admit, this matter has forced you into an awkward situation. I'm sorry for this. But I really don't want to give everything I have to others for nothing. I still have two children! Yes, Phelia and Lombarth. Although Lombarth always makes me worry, he's still my child. Garon. "
He raised his eyes and stared into Garon's eyes.
"You've shown excellent business talent since you were young. Only you can stabilize everything I have. I know you don't want to live like me, but think about Phelia. Although you and Lombarth don't have a good relationship, Phelia has always liked you, right? You also like her, right? I can make the decision to let you two get engaged. "
Garon was stunned. He was almost speechless. He didn't want to distract himself from other paths, but he didn't know how to refuse.
And he could see that Uncle Angor was now at the end of his rope. He was only 40 years old, and he was already planning for his future.
Angor took a deep puff of the cigar and blew out a faint white smoke ring from his nostrils.
"This matter is really sudden, but I hope you can seriously consider it." He spoke like he was talking to an adult.
Garon nodded.
"If this is your wish, uncle." He narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a deep voice. "But, can you tell me, why are you in such a hurry to arrange this matter? You're still young, don't you think it's too early to do this?"
Seeing that his nephew didn't reject immediately, Angor's expression slowly relaxed. He took a small pair of scissors and cut the cigar. He put it in his mouth and pointed at the white-haired old man beside him.
"I have my reasons. Come, let me introduce you. This is my old friend, Adonis, who recently came to visit me. And the one sleeping on the sofa outside is his disciple, Winnie. You're all martial artists, so you should have a lot to talk about. "
Garon frowned. "Uncle, you should tell me the reason, maybe …" Before he could finish, the door of the study was slammed open with a bang.
The three of them looked at the door. Lombarth was standing at the door, panting, and staring at Garon fiercely.
"Garon! It's you again! It's you again! "
Garon frowned and was about to speak.
"Get out!" Uncle Angor shouted. He stood up and pointed at the door. "Can't you see I'm talking? Get out! "
Lombarth opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw his father's ugly expression, he immediately slammed the door and left.
Angor sat down angrily and pressed the cigar into the ashtray.
"This Lombarth is getting more and more out of hand. Alright, I'll go teach him a lesson. You two can chat. You're all martial artists, so you should have a lot to talk about. Adonis can also give Garon some pointers. "
He stood up and coughed twice before leaving the room.
With a click, the door slowly closed.
Garon sat in his seat and quietly stared at the white-haired old man opposite him. The old man had been staring at him with a frown since he entered the room.
The two of them looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.
"Young man, your martial arts have deviated from the right path." Adonis finally spoke slowly.
"Right path?" Garon was surprised. He thought the old man would tell him about his relationship with his uncle. He did not expect the old man to criticize his martial arts.
"Practicing martial arts is training your heart. Your heart has already been affected by your own strength." Adonis said in a deep voice, "When the convenience of strength becomes more obvious, you will become more and more accustomed to relying on it, until you can no longer live without it. When everything you do is based on it, you will always live for martial arts and to become stronger. This is a puppet! "
The old man stood up and walked to the window to look down.
"Do you think that by constantly increasing your strength, you can give yourself a sense of security?"
Garon's heart skipped a beat. He raised his head and stared at the old man.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't lose your soul because of your strength. The strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be weak." Adonis shook his head, turned around and walked to the door. He gently opened it and gently closed it without making a sound.
Garon sat in his seat, his expression changing.
Whoosh!
He suddenly stood up and gently touched his chest. His strong muscles were as strong as rocks, but this kind of strength could not bring him peace of mind.
*****
Bang!
Garon's leather paddle was kicked hard, and a ring of fine white dust was sent flying.
What followed was a continuous barrage of punches that landed on the same spot like a pipa.
Bang bang bang bang!
In an instant, four consecutive sounds overlapped. Garon kept retreating. His arms could barely hold on to the paddle, and he was pushed back by five or six meters.
Senior Sister Tasia slowly retracted her fists and exhaled a puff of white gas. Her temples were blood-red. This was a special characteristic of the White Cloud Dojo's Secret Technique experts. As she retracted her fists, the redness on Tasia's temples began to fade.
"It's your turn, Junior Brother." Tasia walked over and took the paddle from Garon's hands. "Next, you'll attack."
"Okay." Garon nodded.
The two of them were now wearing black robes and practicing in the training hall on the second floor of the Dojo.
Bang bang! Tch!
On the newly changed brownish-red floor, the two of them stood in the center, like two inconspicuous black dots. But every time they hit each other, clear rings of white dust would be sent flying. The hissing sound of their footsteps rubbing against the floor was also annoying.
Garen repeatedly used Swing Form and Dash Form, alternating between attacking Grand Senior Sister. Every time, his attacks would be accurately blocked.
Grand Senior Sister's expression was relaxed and her footsteps were light. The part of the white tiger tattoo that could be vaguely seen on her arm was very vivid in her vigorous movements, as if it was alive. Coupled with her blood-red temples and sharp, smiling eyes, she gave off a faint demonic feeling.
After two hundred consecutive hits, Garen finally couldn't hold on any longer. He stopped his movements and took two steps back to stand firm. He was panting heavily.
"Phew … Senior Sister … I want to ask a question … Can I?"
"I can see that you're confused, right?" Senior Sister Tasia walked over with a smile.
Bang!
She kicked Garon's chest fiercely, sending him rolling far away.
"At times like this, the best thing to do is to fight!" Tasia walked in front of Garon and looked down at him. "Confusion, hesitation, hesitation, cowardice, don't think about anything, because these are all a waste of time! People should not live in the past. "
She stomped her leg high, her posture resembling that of a mad elephant, viciously stomping towards Garen's head.
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