Mysterious journey

For ten or twenty days in a row, Garen practiced Baiyun fighting skills under the supervision and guidance of his second senior brother. After correcting all the mistakes that might lead to hidden injuries to his body, his second senior brother Farak had free time to deal with his own affairs.

Because of the personal guidance of his second senior brother Farak every day, Garen had no way to use the two attribute points he had accumulated over the past few days. Once used, this sudden enhancement will make the second senior brother realize that something is wrong, which may expose the secret of his superpower.

Bang! ! Bang! !

In a bright training room, two black iron rods as thick as arms were hit hard on Garen's back and chest. The fine beads of sweat were smashed open and splashed on the concrete floor under his feet.

The two strong martial arts students were panting and holding up the iron bars. They no longer had the strength to lift them up and continue beating them.

"Okay, please, go down and rest first."

Garen straightened up and stretched the muscles of his upper body.

"It's Senior Brother Jialong." The two students hurriedly put down the iron bars and hurried out of the room as if they were amnesty.

Garen was the only one standing in the center of the room. White light came in from the side windows and fell on his naked upper body, reflecting the wet sheen of sweat.

call.

Garen let out a long breath, and his muscles gradually relaxed.

There was a faint sound of accordion music and noisy people on the street outside the room. It was densely packed and extremely lively.

Garen glanced at the window.

"Recently, the city government held a celebration event for the completion of the central statue. It was so lively for many days in a row."

Go to the window and look down. This is a street-facing practice room in the martial arts hall on the second floor. You can see the street scene at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

A group of children wearing red clothes and black hats were walking past the entrance of the martial arts gym. They were holding small flags with the Confederate flag printed with black and white stripes. These children looked around from time to time, and the queue was in a mess. However, their delicate skin and cute and innocent faces immediately attracted a large number of people on both sides of the street to watch the fun. There are also relatives and parents who follow the team and cheer for their children. Waves of chaotic shouts were mixed together, and there was a vague rhythm.

On both sides of the street, people have set up several rectangular tables with white tablecloths, and are placing fruit, pastries and cakes on them. Some people have already gone to the table and sat down to taste it, including many beautiful little girls. Even on the second floor, Gallon could smell the strong sweet aroma of bread and cakes, as well as the aroma of wheat cakes and pea cakes.

The two students who had just helped Garen beat his body were also among them. They were sitting next to the two girls with their faces in laughter.

Garen couldn't help but laugh.

"No wonder they are so reluctant."

"That's for sure. You haven't forgotten what holiday today is, have you?" Third senior brother Garcia's voice sounded from behind.

Garon turned around and saw that Garcia's head was shaved, not a single white hair was left, and the top of his head was covered with bandages. Wearing a white suit gives people a weird feeling like a monk wearing a suit.

"What festival? Hasn't the central statue built by the city government been completed?" Garon was stunned and then asked.

"It's the Carnival!! The Carnival!!" Garcia rubbed his head speechlessly, "Have you lost your mind while practicing? Even during the Carnival, you hide in the house and practice alone. This is only once a year. festival.”

"It's a carnival." Garen suddenly realized. "I almost forgot about the Carnival on December 30 every year."

He grabbed the clothes on the rack and slowly put them on, covering the strong muscles of his upper body.

"What about you, Third Senior Brother? Why do you have time to go back to the martial arts gym? Shouldn't you go out and have fun these days?"

Garcia said angrily: "If I hadn't been injured during my sparring session with my senior sister, it would have been your turn to ask me to go out and play! Okay, hurry up and move quickly. You should have someone to visit anyway, right?" "

"Yes." Garen smiled, got dressed, and picked up the key hanging on the shelf, "Then I'll leave first. Thank you, Third Brother. If you hadn't reminded me, I would have missed important things today. .”

"Thank you! Just bring me something delicious when you come back." Garcia waved his hand.

Garen left the practice room, rinsed the sweat from his hair and face with tap water, and went straight out the door.

As soon as they walked out of the door, there was a sudden rush of heat outside. People gathered around both sides of the street, watching the parade slowly passing by in the center of the street. At this time, an acrobatic troupe was slowly passing by. From time to time, doves conjured by magic fluttered into the sky.

Gallon walked slowly along the street toward Burnington Street. After turning a few intersections, I bought a few egg tarts and two glasses of tomato juice from a roadside vendor stall, and walked directly to the Dolphin Antique Shop with them in my hand.

The antique shop was open, and it was noon. Old Man Geguo sat at the door of the shop with a wooden stool, smiling at the beautiful girls passing by outside from time to time.

The girls wore cool red skirts and white stockings. From time to time they raised the fluffy silver threads on their hands and shouted slogans.

"Ari Academy! Always the strongest!"

The girls were only sixteen or seventeen years old. They looked youthful and energetic. They were passing by the antique store in neat rows.

Garen stood on the side of the street across the group of girls and looked at the old man opposite. He smiled at him and raised the food in his hand.

He is strong and tall, with short black-purple hair and dark red eyes that are extremely conspicuous, and he has a handsome face. In addition, he has become stronger and stronger recently, and his physical fitness is getting better and better. The energy he generates is like a scalding furnace. Very eye-catching next to the team. From time to time, girls in the team would raise their eyebrows at him, looking very interested.

"Hey, handsome guy~~"

A blond beauty left the team slightly and bumped into Garen who was standing aside. The beauty looked at Garen with dark blue eyes, seemingly teasingly. With a silent flick in his hand, a small white note hit Garen and was caught by him.

"You are very beautiful. But..." Garen shrugged, holding the note and shaking his head slightly.

Disappointment suddenly flashed in the blonde's eyes.

The girls' team slowly walked away, and chants continued to be heard from time to time. There were a lot of people watching the excitement on the streets on both sides. Garen squeezed through a few people blocking the way and walked towards the antique shop opposite.

"Old man, how are you doing? It's a holiday." He sat down directly on the steps next to Old Man Geguo, not caring about the dust on it. Then he handed over the tomato juice and egg tart in his hand.

"It's still the same. The girl from Yali Academy just now is pretty, isn't she? Are you tempted? I saw someone taking the initiative to hand you a note!" Old Man Geguo had a lewd smile on his face.

"You are still so lustful at your age." Garen was speechless.

"Mom!!" A little boy ran past Garen, lost his footing and fell down.

Garen picked up the boy and helped him stand still. The boy actually didn't cry. He continued to run forward and ran forward, throwing himself into the arms of a beautiful young woman. The young woman smiled kindly at Garen, expressed her thanks, turned around and walked away with the little boy in her hand.

Old Man Geguo looked at the little boy's figure, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

"If my grandson is still around, he should be about the same age as him."

Garen heard the sadness in the old man's words. He didn't respond. He just took a sip of tomato juice and looked at the busy street, waiting for the old man's next words.

"It was because of me that my son and daughter were implicated. It's a pity." Old Man Geguo took a sip of tomato juice and slurred in his mouth, "It's a pity... there is no regret medicine in this world..."

"What's the point of regretting something?" Garen said lightly, "Looking back at the past, I think the only point is to learn lessons and grow."

The old man smiled. "You are still young and don't understand." He took a long breath, "When you are old enough that memories account for most of your life, you will understand."

"Maybe." Garen said noncommittally, his face expressionless.

"Boy Galen." The old man suddenly became more formal in his tone, "Have you always been curious about me opening an antique shop here by myself?"

"Curious? Why should you be curious? Wouldn't it be nice to just live a normal life like this?" Garen gave the old man a strange look. "By the way, do you want to continue studying today?"

"Of course, learning this kind of thing must be persisted every day and cannot be stopped." The old man calmed down and stood up, "Come in, today is a holiday, so I will give you a special treatment."

Garen stood up inexplicably and walked into the antique store. He watched the old man close the door and illuminate the room with a beam of light coming from the small window above the door.

Old Man Geguo took out two large books from the back room, sat down on the desk, and pointed at the two books. "These two books are the standard textbooks that I will focus on explaining to you in the future. You can browse them at will. There will definitely be no major errors in the contents. I have carefully analyzed and corrected them. Don't worry."

"Thank you." Garen casually opened the book above and saw that the pages were full of annotations and key points recorded in red pen. When he flipped through the pages, he found that the entire tome of more than 2,000 pages was filled with notes.

He changed the book below and opened it. It still had the same scene inside.

"These are two books that I annotated a long time ago. All errors and omissions have been corrected. They were originally prepared for my grandson, but I didn't expect that they would be used by you first." The old man added.

Garen smiled, knowing that the old man had specially prepared this book for him. He was just afraid that he would be under great pressure, so he deliberately said that it was for other people and gave it to him by the way. Because the notes on the page are all very new, and some time ago he accidentally told the old man that he wanted systematic study materials, but he didn't expect that he actually got two tomes out for him today.

To be honest, looking at the pages of the tome filled with detailed annotations and corrections, Garen was a little moved. I don't know how much time the old man secretly spent on these information annotations.

"After reading these two books, will you be able to get started if you master them all?" He closed the two tomes and asked.

"Almost, the next step is to practice step-by-step appraisal. You must go through the objects with your own hands to truly improve your appraisal level. In addition, you must know the characteristics and history of various objects." The old man took out A pair of glasses slowly began to be wiped.

Garen took the stool and sat down, nodded, and sat upright opposite the old man.

"What should we talk about today?"