My Eyes Are Mutated

"Shoucheng, didn’t you take a rest today? Why did you get up so early?"

"I took a private job and went outside the city. The pay was pretty high. When it’s sent down, the money saved will be enough to buy an Orifice Opening Pill for Huan'er."

"I heard that the past few days outside the city are not peaceful again, or forget it."

"It’s okay, I’ll be careful, Huan’er has an innate talent in martial arts practice. Don’t let Huan’er attempt nothing and accomplish nothing like me. With Orifice Opening Pill, Huan’er has the hope of being admitted to Hanwu State Intermediate martial arts school, then you won’t have to work so hard to mending clothes for people."

"Shoucheng, let’s go together, I will sew a few more clothes and save some money to buy demonic for Huan’er. beast, make up for your body."

Squeak.

The sound of the door opening sounded, and the sound of footsteps went away.

On the bed, Ye Huan opened his eyes, his eyes filled with helplessness.

It is his parents of this life who just left.

Ye Huan wakes up and the familiar comes to the kitchen.

Open the lid, and inside the pot is a bowl of golden fried rice plus a piece of black scale pig demon meat.

Since he started practicing martial arts six years ago, he has breakfast every day, regardless of weather conditions.

Although the black scale pig demon is only the First Rank demonic beast, it is not affordable by this ordinary family.

In order to allow Ye Huan to eat black-scale pig demon meat every day, Ye Shoucheng frequently took personal work and almost died several times. Liu Yun often worked overtime into the night.

In order to make this life's parents no longer so hard, Ye Huan once told his parents that he didn't want to practice martial arts anymore.

That time the father who had never beaten him gave him a fat beating, and mother Liu Yun kept sobbing from the side.

Since that time, Ye Huan has never mentioned not practicing martial arts.

Quickly eat the bowl of fried rice and that piece of black-scaled pig demon meat, clean up the kitchen, Ye Huan came to the yard.

Huh, drink.

After playing body refinement twice, Ye Huan sits directly on the ground, and the cultivation starts to practice Qiao Qiao.

Practicing resuscitation, one hundred and eight resuscitation, is the basic resuscitation cultivation technique of the Hanwu Kingdom, and it is not accepted.

Ye Huan has long been very proficient in Qiao Qiao exercises, and Qiao Qiao exercises work like instinct.

One, two...

Ye Huan's body is lit up one by one, a total of one hundred.

A hundred acupoints swallow the faint World's Essence Qi in the small courtyard and attack the 101st acupuncture point of Qiao Qigong.

Time and time again, Ye Huan stopped cultivation and practiced the Qiao acupuncture point until it reached its limit and gave out pain like the bite of thousands of ants.

If you don’t stop the cultivation, the acupoints will be damaged, and the gain will outweigh the loss.

The distance to practice Qiao Gong Perfection, opening 108 acupuncture points, is still eight acupuncture points.

To open an acupuncture point in three days, it takes 24 days to practice the perfection.

And another half a month is the day when Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy comes to Donghan City Primary Level Martial Arts Academy to recruit students.

Before that, the practice of Qiao Gong must Perfection, and this is only the threshold for enrolling students at the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy.

Work hard, work hard, work harder, Ye Huan, you can do it.

Ye Huan clenched his fists, secretly cheering himself up.

Ye Shoucheng didn't know that Ye Huan's innate talent for martial arts training in his eyes was obtained from the hard work of such a day after day.

oh la la.

Fetching water from the well in the courtyard to rinse his body, Ye Huan put on a wash of white clothes and went out.

Donghan City primary level Wuyuan.

When Ye Huan came to the martial arts school, the gate of the martial arts school was opening.

"Xiaohuan is here."

The guardian Fang said with a smile, and handed over a broom.

Ye Huan took the broomstick and began to clean the ground of the martial arts school.

The sky is bright, and there are more students in the martial arts school.

Young boys and girls passed by Ye Huan, and Ye Huan continued to clean the ground of the martial arts school with no distractions.

Donghan City primary level martial arts school has a total of 1,200 students. The area is not very large. Ye Huan took half an hour to complete the cleaning.

"Bo Fang, it's done scanning."

Ye Huan returned the broom to Fang Bo and said loudly.

"Youngster works fast."

Fang Bo took the broomstick and praised, and put ten silver light coins into Ye Huan's hand.

"Xiaohuan, here are ten coins for this month. At the end of the month, it will be the assessment of the Hanwu Intermediate Wushu Academy. Is Xiaohuan sure?"

"Bo Fang, I Try my best."

Ye Huan smiled, and walked to the classroom holding ten silver coins. Father Ye Shoucheng was guarding the farmland outside the city for only one hundred silver coins a month.

Ten coins, a lot.

Fang Bo looked at Ye Huan's back, shook the head, with a trace of helplessness on his face.

Ye Huan, this kid, he is very happy, hardworking and persistent, so he gave Ye Huan the excuse of cleaning the martial arts school, just to help Ye Huan.

However, Ye Huan's martial arts aptitude is not very good. Up to now, there is no perfection in the practice of Qiao Qiao. The enrollment of the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy at the end of the month is suspended.

……

"Huanzi, here."

Ye Huan just came to the class, a burly boy shouted at Ye Huan.

Ye Huan shows a smiling face and walked over. The young man's name was Chen Tong. He was his best friend. Chen Tong's father and his father were also colleagues.

No one else in the class looks at Ye Huan, as if Ye Huan is a transparent person.

"Huanzi, how did you come? It is said that Teacher Yang will talk about the examination of the Intermediate Martial Arts Academy today."

Chen Tong said excitedly.

"How much do you have?"

Ye Huan glanced at Tongdao Chen.

"Ninety."

Chen Tong immediately stopped.

"The Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy cannot pass the exam. I can only go to other intermediate martial arts schools."

"Huanzi, listen to my dad, your father is going to give it to you Buy Orifice Opening Pill, I heard that you may be admitted to the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy."

Chen Tong's tone is full of envy.

Ye Huan was about to speak when a burly middle-aged man walked into the classroom.

Yang Biao, the instructor of the tenth class of the martial arts school of the Eastern Han Dynasty primary level.

"The end of the month is the assessment of the Intermediate Wushu Academy. Today I will tell you about the assessment of the Intermediate Wushu Academy. The first is the cultivation base. For example, the Hanwu Intermediate Wu Academy has a threshold of 108 tricks. Although other intermediate martial arts schools do not have such high requirements, their cultivation base also has restrictions..."

Yang Biao went straight to the subject as soon as he came up.

The students in the class listened very carefully.

"This is the end of today's class. I will not use it in the martial arts academy later. I will try my best to rush down to the cultivation base and come to the Academy on the 25th. The Academy has a second-level martial arts academy assessment for training."

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The morning class ended soon, and Yang Biao directly announced the holiday.

Ye Huan and Chen Tong walked out of the classroom together.

Yang Biao was packing things at the lecture table, looking at Ye Huan's back and shook his head slightly.

Ye Huan, it's a pity.

Yang Biao has a deep impression of Ye Huan. He is the hardest person in the tenth class. However, his martial arts aptitude is average, and he comes from an ordinary family. If he comes from a better background and has the resources, with Ye Huan’s hard work, Entrance to the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy is absolutely not a problem.

……

Leaving the martial arts school and bid farewell to Chen Tong, Ye Huan returned home, a small courtyard house in Xicheng.

Ye Huan was thinking about making some lunch for herself, and there were messy footsteps outside the small courtyard.

What's the matter?

Ye Huan brows slightly wrinkle, father and mother usually don't come back until the evening, Ye Huan suddenly remembered the conversation between father and mother in the morning, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.

Boom.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open hard, and several middle-aged men carried a bloody man into the yard.

Ye Huan's body shook. The bloody person is his father Ye Shoucheng.