Mysterious journey

Jia Long was vaguely aware of his sister's strangeness. The adult's temperament made him immediately feel that Ying'er had a different taste for him, and he felt that he valued every word he said. When I was chasing him just now, my sister was very careful with her movements, as if she was afraid of hurting him, so she used very little force, so he could make a sneak attack and knock her down later.

"Let's have lunch first. I made breakfast and lunch, and went out to buy fruit. Thank you for your hard work, Ying'er." He stretched out his hand to pinch his sister's cheeks. The acne and freckles on her red face seemed to have diminished a lot recently. It's soft and smooth when pinched.

"You guy!!" Ying'er slapped Gallon's hand away, "Did you take the wrong medicine? You actually know how to care about people?" She looked at Gallon with confusion. Although she usually tries to pretend that her relationship with her brother is not serious, in fact she is secretly paying attention to Garen's various affairs at all times.

Garen paused in his heart, knowing that the change was too much, so he said no more and took back his hand. "Can't I be sensible? What are you making all this fuss about? Let's go and eat."

After a hurried meal, the two brothers and sisters worked together to wash the plates and cutlery, and quickly went back to their bedrooms with a bit of strangeness. After Ying'er was exposed, she always felt cool under her skirt, and she always felt uncomfortable in front of Garen. After all, they are half-brothers and sisters. The relationship between two single-parent families is not related by blood.

Garen was eager to return to the bedroom to continue thinking about adding attribute points.

Standing in front of the window, he quietly stared at the light red attribute data below his field of vision.

"If it is true that I can add skills, then if I add them to archery or swordsmanship, I can compete in a short period of time and get high bonuses. It's just too sudden for a student who has rarely practiced to suddenly participate and win awards. Don't. Not to mention, my sister Ying'er knows my situation best. She knows that I don't practice archery and swordsmanship much." She pressed her hand on the glass window.

"In this way, the path of swordsmanship and archery is somewhat unfeasible. But what about the Baiyun Martial Arts School? I have always paid attention to the training in the martial arts school. If I rush into it at once, it can be regarded as a accumulation of knowledge, but it is not eye-catching. And After all, the martial arts gym is not a school. It is an independent part. Even if it is a little unusual, it will not attract attention. But the prize money is a bit too small. You can go to the martial arts gym and ask if there are any martial arts exchange competitions recently. Compared with the internal competition There are so many bonuses! This is the way to go!"

He gently rubbed his hands on the glass, and the cold touch felt very smooth. "In this case, let's go to the martial arts studio in the afternoon and ask the instructor for details."

After resting for a while in the room, Garen quietly left the room. When passing by his sister's room, he saw Ying'er lying on her back on the bed through the gap, her cheeks red and sleeping soundly. It didn't bother her.

He put on his scarf and coat lightly, then changed into his shoes and went out. After coming out of his home community, with the three hundred yuan given by his uncle in his pocket, Gallon directly hailed a black carriage and got on it.

"Go to Baiyun Martial Arts School."

"10 yuan?" the driver turned around and asked.

"Let's go." Garen nodded.

Sitting on the carriage, looking out the window on the right side, the light yellow buildings on the side passed by one after another. Soon, after turning a corner in a few minutes, the street gradually became deserted and replaced by a rectangular one. There are gray-white buildings and shops with round arches one after another, all selling clocks and daily necessities.

Garen carefully looked at the skill items in his field of vision.

Fighting: Beginner. Archery: Beginner. Swordsmanship: Beginner.

"If I can pass the assessment and get the secret training techniques of Baiyun Martial Arts School to improve my physical fitness. Then through the superposition of attribute points and increasing my strength together, my training effect will definitely increase far more than anyone else of my age!" He said in burgundy color His eyes narrowed slightly, showing a trace of expectation.

"If you keep using attribute points to increase one item, I don't know what the maximum level can be increased to. It is said that different people have different talents, and the effects of practicing secret skills are also very different, which can just cover up the fact that my attributes have increased. In this way, even if Even though the training methods are of a lower level, they can still be compared to the top-level training methods. The only hope now is that attribute points can be added to the training methods just like adding attributes."

Recalling the people he could find in the martial arts hall, Garen could only ask three people. Shamanla, Roya, and his sparring partner, the girl with short silver hair.

What impressed me most was that Erwin, the best number one among their batch of students, always won the ranking with overwhelming strength. He has always had a gentle attitude and is a very humble and well-educated person. If there is someone who can 100% become a true disciple of Baiyun Martial Arts School, then this person must be him.

"You can always go to Erwin. This guy will definitely be training in the martial arts gym even on weekends, without exception. And he must also know about this situation." Garen thought thoughtfully. He had heard about competitions between martial arts schools, where the strongest and most outstanding seed students were screened out in Grant Province, where Huaishan City is located, and the officials provided awards and medals. "It can be said that this competition should be a good way for martial arts schools to avoid vicious competition, showcase talent reserves, and consolidate social status. Almost every year, the first place prize is not less than 100,000. The winner can also get to participate in the national competition. Qualification for the Federal Competition.”

When Garen was carefully sorting out the information he already knew, the carriage slowly slowed down and stopped without realizing it.

"Guest, Baiyun Martial Arts School has arrived." The coachman's voice interrupted Garen's thoughts.

"Yeah, okay." He took out the banknotes from his pocket and handed them over. After returning the change, he jumped off the carriage.

The blocks are narrow, giving them a chaotic and complex feel.

The ground is paved with gray and black cobblestones, which are a bit harsh when you step on them. The buildings on both sides of the street are of different heights, including red, gray, and light yellow. There are many kinds of patterns, such as squares, triangles, grids, wavy arcs, etc. It looks messy. Where Garon was standing, there was an earth-yellow bell tower spanning the road a dozen steps in front of him. There was a round arch opening below the bell tower for the street to pass through.

Scattered pedestrians kept coming in and out of the doorway.

There was a white wooden sign on the left side of the doorway with a white paper notice on it. The two people stood there and looked at it.

Garen walked over and stood in front of the notice and looked at it.

‘Baiyun Martial Arts School Holiday Enrollment Announcement: Applicants who hold student IDs and are under the age of 18 can enjoy a half discount on tuition fees. The specific fee schedule for adults is as follows.’

One of the people watching together was a teenage boy with freckles, who curled his lips after reading the announcement. "Let's go, Jem. It's too tiring to practice martial arts, and it's useless. It doesn't matter what martial arts you have, the pistol will collapse in one shot."

The other boy also shook his head, and the two walked around the wooden sign and walked into the doorway. Garen was left standing there watching alone.

On the right side of the notice is the facade of a gray-white pointed building. The door is mixed with many redwood strips, which looks like a spider web. The mahogany door on the facade was open, and it was deserted inside. There was only one student in khaki gi uniform cleaning the room with a broom.

Garen briefly scanned the contents of the announcement and walked directly towards the door on the right.

The student sweeping the floor looked up at him and said nothing.

Garen walked through the front door, the middle hall, and then through the large khaki playground, heading directly towards the innermost row of short houses.

A row of low houses at the end of the playground is like a gray-black straight line. Garen walked left to the house on the far left. There was a faint sound of someone hitting the sandbags inside.

Opening the door gently, the room was a little dark and empty, except for four black sandbags hanging against the wall in the innermost part. Two men and one woman each found a sandbag and hit it quickly. There were three students standing nearby, helping to pick up towels and other miscellaneous items.

The banging sound was endless.

The sound of Garen entering the door was almost unobtrusive. Only a student holding a white towel looked back at him and ignored him. This is a gym where any student can come to exercise, but the standards are relatively high. Each of the sandbags here is very heavy and is only suitable for formal students to exercise. If ordinary students come here and exercise rashly, they may injure themselves.

Garen's eyes quickly fell on the boy on the far left.

The boy's upper body was bare, and his bronzed muscles were well-defined. Sweat flowed down his waist and his gray shorts were completely wet. At this time, he was staring at the sandbag in his eyes intently, hitting it one at a time at a not too fast speed. Each blow only made the sandbag tremble slightly.

Garen walked over and stood aside and waited slowly.

After more than ten minutes, the boy finally stopped, wiped the sweat from his face, and combed back his short, flaxen hair that was completely wet. He directly pulled the black towel on the shelf on one side and wiped his sweat.

"Brother Erwin, I am Garen. I am a student in the same batch as you. Can I ask you something?" Garen took the opportunity to step forward and said loudly. The sound of boxing in the room was too noisy. It was impossible to hear clearly unless it was louder. .

"Gallon? Oh, I'm impressed." Erwin put down the towel and smiled gently, "If you have any questions, just ask. We are all classmates in the same batch. There is nothing to be cautious about."

"I want to ask about the student competition."

ten minutes later

Garen came out of the room. He already had a rough idea about the game. First, you have to participate in the internal competition of the martial arts school and get a good ranking, then participate in the competition jointly organized by two nearby cities, and then be selected again. Finally, there is the provincial competition, and then the national competition. Step by step, there are only internal martial arts competitions and city joint competitions, which are held from start to finish within three weeks. The rest of the competitions will be held next year or the year after.

"But if I can get the bonus, it will be enough. This time in the city competition, the first place is 10,000, the second place is 5,000, and the third place is 2,000. As long as I get second place, I can solve the money problem .”