[Rebirth of the Future] Furutake Era

He needs enough time to consolidate his realm!

Shiba hurried to the backcourt to leave, but was stopped by the waiter waiting in the distance, Shiba shook off his hand, and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Zhanyi..." The waiter flinched for a moment, then lowered his head and replied timidly: "Mr. Wen reminds you not to forget that there is an etiquette waltz class today..."

"I don't have time to learn those." Eighteen turned his head and continued to walk indifferently, "Go and tell him that I want to take a week's vacation and let him hire someone to guard the fifth field instead of me."

"But!" The waiter hurriedly followed his footsteps, about to say something, Shiba suddenly stopped, and stared back at him sharply.

After a while, the waiter finally couldn't hold back and was defeated: "Okay...I will reply to Mr. Wen."

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The third floor of the ancient martial arts arena.

Here is the backbone group of the entire arena, the bravest champions, the most ferocious fighters, the most witty fighting pets, and... the most mysterious management.

The three basement floors are like a huge maze, and the lanes are surrounded by rings. If everyone leads the way, people who come to this place for the first time will definitely get lost and can't tell the north, south, east, and west.

Walking along the passageway with inconspicuous blue marks, the walls on both sides slowly transitioned from the whiteness at the beginning to a little light gray. The passageway has become extremely similar, painted with a pitch-black wall, with a strange blood-red pattern outlined on it.

The difference is that -

At the end of the pattern, countless lifelike stumps and broken arms are carved, and the incisions are dyed with dark red paint. At a glance, it seems that the walls are covered with limbs that have begun to rot, and even the tip of the nose can be seen faintly. There was a lingering rancid smell.

No one knows why Wencha has such a weird appreciation habit, but it seems that from the very beginning, Wencha left everyone with such a perverted appearance.

Knock on the door, push the door open and enter, the room is much darker than the outside.

This is a very spacious office, but there is no office atmosphere in it.

Depressed dark blue and old rust red cover the ceiling and walls, and the floor is made of dark brown carpet, which always seems to have stains that cannot be washed off, which makes people feel unspeakably uncomfortable. On the side is a huge reception sofa, the smooth black leather surface reflects the dim light in the corner, and emits a small folded shadow on the leg of the desk directly opposite.

Vitas walked gently to the desk, bowed his head respectfully and called out: "Mr. Wen."

The chair behind the desk suddenly turned around, and the warm tea sunken in the chair propped his chin with his hands. He lowered his eyelashes, looking a little lazy, with a tall and handsome nose, tightly pursed lips, and the warm tea picked Dissatisfaction flashed across his brows and eyes: "Where is the person I want?"

Vitas took a step back, still not daring to look at him with his head down: "Mr. Zhanyi said that he has something to do recently and wants to ask you for a week's leave. He can't come to the etiquette class tonight."

Wen Cha clicked his tongue softly, leaned back on the soft chair back and meditated for two seconds, and then ordered: "The two people who caused trouble in the fifth field today, go and investigate."

"Yes!" Vitas bowed respectfully, exited the room and closed the door carefully.

Wen Cha raised his hand and pressed Shiba's communication number. After hesitating for a while, he still sighed and put his hand back on the handle.

"Forget it... let him go."

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Shiba entered the yard, it was already dark, only a lamp was left at the garden and the gate.

"Tomat?"

He yelled casually, at this time, everyone should not have gone to rest yet.

Sure enough, after a while, Tomat ran out, with a rag in his hand and a gray apron tied around his waist. When he saw Eighteen, he immediately smiled, and some lines of laughter appeared from the corners of his eyes. : "Master, are you back? Wait, you can eat right away."

"You haven't eaten yet?" Shiba widened his eyes in surprise, then glanced at the unusually empty living room, his eyebrows frowned, "Where's Mumu?"

"He's inside." Tomat replied, and then slammed himself on the head. "Broken! Fishbone!"

Then he ran back as if he had run out. Shiba smelled the faint stench in the air, grinned speechlessly and made a movement to vomit.

"Mum!!"

He raised his neck and called towards the kitchen: "Come out and rub my legs!!!"

Every two seconds, Yin Mumu ran over with a plate of things with clumsy steps.

Shiba saw his walking posture and immediately frowned: "What's the matter? How long have you squatted today? Have you practiced your knife? Have you memorized your heart?"

"Knife practice! Mentality... I still don't remember one thing." Yin Mumu rubbed his hands, unscrewed the cap of the essential oil bottle on the plate, sat on the sofa and reached out to hug Shiba's leg, "Did you get hurt today... ...?"

Eighteen dodged the outstretched hands, and Yin Mumu raised his head to look at him suspiciously.

Shiba's face was very ugly: "How long have you squatted today? I remember I told you that martial arts should be done step by step!"

Yin Mumu pursed his lips: "Actually...not long..."

"Still talking!" Tomat brought a large bowl of stew to the table, tilted his head and said to Shiba, and turned to look at him, "I said, don't be too strict with him, silly boy, Since you went out today, you have been carrying things with bent legs, and you only stopped half an hour before you came back."

"I..." Yin Mumu was stunned, and stretched out his hand to pull Shiba's sleeve, "That..."

Then he froze.

Shiba gave him a serious look, but didn't let him continue to say anything, turned around and went to the table to eat.

Yin Mumu stood there helplessly.

After the meal, Tomat drove away the two children who said they wanted to wash the dishes, and went to get busy. Eighteen went back to the room and took a hot bath in their pajamas. It disappears in an instant, and there is nothing more exhausting than a bath.

Yin Mumu has made him very worried recently.

Eighteen's way of being a master is to directly throw the knife manual drawn by Mo Mo to him and let him study it by himself.In fact, it's not just him who treats Yin Mumu, in the past, some brothers in the school mainly focused on martial arts, and the elders used similar methods to let them learn by themselves.As the saying goes, the master leads the door to practice in the individual, everyone's sword energy and sword quality are different, and the "Tao" comprehended by different people is also completely different. Instead of imprisoning the nature with tricks, it is better to let him To comprehend your own "Tao".

Shiba also used his own method to teach him, except that "Qing Xin Jue" and "Yi Jin Jing" were kept as secrets, light work, hidden weapons, Shiba did not hide anything for himself, I have to say, Yin Mumu's His improvement in strength surprised him. When he first taught him how to use internal force to infuse his feet, he actually found those pitiful internal forces in the meridians, and combined them with the knife he had been practicing hard for a long time. Fa, Eighteen had to admit that his apprentice was not mistaken.

He is very honest, Shiba took half a day to see him thoroughly, sometimes Yin Mumu is so honest that he can only be described as dull.

But Shiba still couldn't trust him so quickly, "Qingxin Jue" and "Yi Jin Jing", no matter what Shiba wanted to pass them on, the most important thing now was to make sure whether he could really find the one worthy of him. people you trust.

But the recent Yin Mumu is a bit too much.

It seems to be a recent thing. Now his practice is completely out of the scope of what he should bear. On the rest day, he will squat for ten hours without interruption, or practice the knife for several hours in a row.This is not the first time Shiba has discovered such a pale complexion and weak legs like today.

It's not that she didn't warn him, but Yin Mumu... seemed to have something on her mind, always gritted her teeth and endured, thinking that it would be beneficial to herself.

Shiba's eyes dimmed. He didn't want the newly accepted disciples to be exhausted by intensive training like this.

The water was a bit cold, Shiba pressed the drain key next to the bath, and got up naked.Stepped out of the bath naked, took off the bath towel hanging in front of the mirror and began to wipe himself.

He glanced at the figure in the mirror, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stroked his side.There was a triangular bruise there, which looked particularly abrupt against the abnormally pale complexion.

He was a little dazed, and he didn't know when he had grown so tall...

I can already look directly at the top of the mirror. Is this the effect of Guwu, or is it caused by Tomato's uninterrupted fish bones every day?

The corner of his mouth curled up, and it was rare for him to be in a good mood by his masculine side, so he began to look at his body seriously.

He was very sure that there was something different about his body, maybe it was due to the breakthrough, maybe it was because he hadn't noticed it over time, but this kind of change was definitely not an illusion, but a real existence.

His skin became very pale. This was due to the lack of exposure to the sun. The arena was built underground, and he usually stayed indoors for school studies, and Shiba did not like to go out to play.Still very thin... This is probably unavoidable, this is because the original owner did not lay a good foundation, but at the same time, this kind of thinness is no longer the weak thinness of the past, but evenly distributed in every day. Lean muscles are distributed everywhere, not the tangled sensuality of a big man, but elegant and smooth lines, wide shoulders and slender waist, and an inverted triangle figure at a glance.

The most beautiful part of this body is probably the slender and straight legs under the waist. The legs are straight and solid, with perfect proportions. The inconspicuous muscles under the fair skin hide huge explosive power.

You must know that 50.00% of the poor people who challenged in the fifth field were kicked to the vitals by these weak-looking legs, and they were unconscious.

"Tsk!"

Shiba lowered his head and touched the well-proportioned and elegant six-pack abdominal muscles, and patted them.

——It’s still two yuan short, and it’s more desirable.

Wiping off the remaining drops of water on his body, Shiba put a bath towel loosely around his waist, pushed open the door and went out.

The light in the room was a bit dim, Shiba turned off the light in the bathroom, turned around, and immediately froze.

The person who is hesitant to speak while sitting on his bed is not Yin Mumu, who else.