MTL - My Eyes Are Mutated-Chapter 1 Ye Huan

"Shoucheng, aren't you resting today? Why do you get up so early?"

"I took a private job and went out of the city, and the pay was quite high. When it was distributed, the money I saved would be enough to buy Huan'er a Kaikai Pill."

"I heard that it's not peaceful these days outside the city, why not."

"It's okay, I'll be careful, Huan'er is quite talented in martial arts. You can't let Huan'er be as mediocre as me. With Kaiqiao Dan Huan'er, there is hope to be admitted to the Hanwu State Intermediate Martial Arts Academy, then you don't have to do this anymore. You worked hard to sew people's clothes."

"Shoucheng, let's go together. I will sew a few more clothes and save some money for Huan'er to buy monster meat to make up for his body."

Squeak.

The door rang, and the footsteps went away.

On the bed, Ye Huan opened her eyes, her eyes were full of helplessness.

The ones who just left are his parents in this lifetime.

Ye Huan got up and came to the kitchen with familiarity.

He lifted the lid of the pot, and in the pot was a bowl of golden fried rice and a piece of black-scaled pork demon meat.

Since he started practicing martial arts six years ago, this is the breakfast every day, rain or shine.

Although the black-scaled pig demon is only a first-order monster, it is not something that an ordinary family can afford.

In order to allow Ye Huan to eat a meal of black-scaled pig demon meat every day, Ye Shoucheng frequently took private jobs and nearly died several times, and Liu Yun often worked overtime until the night.

In order to make her parents no longer work so hard in this life, Ye Huan once told her parents that she no longer wanted to practice martial arts.

That time, his father who had never beaten him gave him a fat beating, and his mother Liu Yun kept sobbing in a low voice.

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

She quickly ate the bowl of fried rice and the piece of black-scaled pork demon meat, cleaned up the kitchen, and Ye Huan came to the yard.

Phew, drink.

After playing the body training boxing activity twice, Ye Huan sat on the ground and practiced the orifice training exercise.

Cultivation of the orifices, one hundred and eight of the orifices, is the foundation of the Han Wu Kingdom, and it is not a good quality.

Ye Huan has long been very proficient in the orifice practice, and the practice of the orifice works like an instinct.

One, two...

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

The one hundred orifice acupoints devoured the weak heaven and earth vitality in the small courtyard, and attacked the one hundred and one orifice acupoints of the orifice practice.

Again and again, Ye Huan stopped practicing the orifice exercises until the acupoints reached their limit and felt pain like the bites of thousands of ants.

If you don't stop cultivating, you will damage the acupoints, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

There are still eight acupoints left before one hundred and eight acupoints are opened.

It takes three days to open an orifice acupoint, and it will take twenty-four days to complete the cultivation of the orifice.

And in half a month, the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy will come to the East Seoul Junior Martial Arts Academy to recruit students.

Before that, the Orifice Cultivation Exercise must be completed successfully, and this is just the threshold for the admission of Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy.

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

Ye Huan clenched her fists and secretly encouraged herself.

Ye Shoucheng didn't know that in his eyes, Ye Huan's talent for martial arts was acquired through such hard work day after day.

Whoops.

After fetching water from the well in the courtyard to rinse her body, Ye Huan put on her white clothes and went out the door.

East Hancheng Junior Martial Arts Academy.

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

"Xiao Huan is here."

Uncle Fang, who was watching the door, smiled and handed over a broom.

Ye Huan took the broom and began to clean the ground of the martial arts institute seriously.

The sky was bright, and there were more students in the martial arts academy.

The youthful boys and girls walked past Ye Huan, and Ye Huan continued to clean the ground of the martial arts courtyard without any distractions.

There are 1,200 students in the East Hancheng Junior Martial Arts Academy, and the area is not very large. It took Ye Huan half an hour to complete the cleaning.

"Uncle Fang, the sweep is over."

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

"Young people work fast."

Uncle Fang took the broom and praised it, and put ten silver coins in Ye Huan's hand.

"Xiao Huan, this is the ten silver coins for this month. At the end of the month, the assessment of the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy will be held. Is Xiao Huan sure?"

"Uncle Fang, I will try my best."

Ye Huan said with a smile, and walked to the classroom with ten silver coins in his hand. Father Ye Shoucheng guarded the farmland outside the city, but only one hundred silver coins a month.

Ten pieces of silver are a lot.

Uncle Fang looked at Ye Huanyuan's back, shook his head, a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

Ye Huan, he is very kind, hard-working and persistent, so he used an excuse to give Ye Huan the job of cleaning the martial arts academy, just to help Ye Huan.

However, Ye Huan's aptitude for martial arts training is not very good. So far, he has not been able to successfully practice orifices. At the end of the month, the enrollment of the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy has been suspended.

…

"Huanzi, here."

As soon as Ye Huan came to the class, a burly boy shouted to Ye Huan.

Ye Huan walked over with a smile on his face. The boy's name was Chen Tong, and he was his best friend. Chen Tong's father and his father were also colleagues.

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

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

Chen Tong said excitedly.

"How much are you enlightened?"

Ye Huan glanced at Tongdao Chen.

"Ninety."

Chen Tong stopped immediately.

"The Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy was unable to pass the exam, so I had to go to other intermediate martial arts academies."

"Huanzi, listen to my father, your father is going to buy Kaiqiao Pill for you. I heard that you may be admitted to the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy."

Chen Tong's tone was full of envy.

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

Yang Biao, instructor of the tenth class of the Eastern Han Junior Martial Arts Academy.

"At the end of the month is the assessment of the intermediate martial arts institute. Today, I will tell you about the assessment of the intermediate martial arts institute. The first is cultivation. With such high requirements, there are limits to the cultivation base…”

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

The students in the class listened very carefully.

"That's it for today's class. I won't use the Martial Arts Academy later. I will try my best to rush down the cultivation base. I will come to the Academy on the 25th. The Academy has training for the assessment of the Intermediate Martial Arts Academy."

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 his things on the lecture table, looking at Ye Huan's back and shaking his head slightly.

Ye Huan, it's a pity.

Yang Biao has a deep impression on Ye Huan. He is the hardest worker in the tenth class. However, his martial arts qualifications are average, and he comes from an ordinary family. Not a problem.

…

Leaving the Martial Arts Academy, saying goodbye to Chen Tong, Ye Huan returned home, a small courtyard house located in Xicheng.

Ye Huan was thinking about getting himself some lunch when there were messy footsteps outside the courtyard.

what happened?

Ye Huan frowned slightly. Father and mother usually don't come back until evening. Ye Huan suddenly remembered the conversation between father and mother in the morning, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Bang.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, and a few middle-aged men carried a man covered in blood into the courtyard.

Ye Huan's body was shocked. The man covered in blood was his father, Ye Shoucheng.

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