"Shoucheng, aren't you resting today, why did you get up so early?"

"I took a private job and went outside the city, the pay is quite high, and when it is sent, the money saved will be enough to buy an enlightenment pill for Huan'er. ”

"I heard that it hasn't been peaceful outside the city these days, so don't forget it. ”

"It's okay, I'm careful, Huan'er is quite talented in martial arts, I can't let Huan'er be as idle as me, with the enlightenment Dan Huan'er will hopefully be admitted to the Han Wuguo Intermediate Martial Academy, and then you won't have to work so hard to sew and mend people's clothes." ”

"Defend the city, let's go together, I'll sew a few more clothes, and save some money for Huan'er to buy monster meat to supplement her body. ”

Squeak.

The door opened, and the footsteps faded away.

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

It was his parents who had just left.

Ye Huan got up and came to the kitchen familiarly.

Lift the lid of the pot, and inside the pot is a bowl of golden fried rice and a piece of black-scaled pig demon meat.

Since he started practicing martial arts six years ago, he has been doing this for breakfast every day, rain or shine.

The black-scaled pig demon, although it is only a first-order demon beast, is not something that this 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 on private work, and almost died several times, and Liu Yun often worked overtime until night.

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

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

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

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

Whew, drink.

After playing the body refining fist twice, the whole body qi and blood were opened, and Ye Huan sat directly on the ground and practiced the refining technique.

Practicing the trick gong, one hundred and eight enlightenment techniques, is the basic enlightenment exercise of the Han Wu Kingdom, and it is not in the product.

Ye Huan has long been extremely proficient in refining the trick technique, and the trick refining skill works like instinct.

One, two......

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

A hundred apertures devoured the faint heaven and earth vitality in the small courtyard, impacting the one hundred and one acupuncture points of the Refining Aperture Gong.

Again and again, until the acupuncture points reached the limit and emitted pain like the bite of thousands of ants, Ye Huan stopped practicing the knots.

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

There are still eight tricks left before the completion of refining the tricks and opening one hundred and eight tricks.

It takes three days to open a trick point, and it takes twenty-four days to complete the cultivation of the trick gong.

And half a month is the day when the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy comes to the East Hancheng Junior Martial Arts Academy to enroll.

Before that, the cultivation of the knack must be complete, and this is only the threshold for the enrollment of the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Academy.

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

Ye Huan clenched his fists and secretly cheered himself up.

Ye Shoucheng didn't know that in his eyes, Ye Huan's talent for martial arts cultivation was obtained from such hard cultivation day after day.

Crash.

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

Donghanseong Junior Martial Arts Academy.

When Ye Huan came to the Martial Academy, the gate of the Martial Academy was opening.

"Xiao Huan is here. ”

Uncle Fang, who was guarding the door, said with a smile and handed over a broom.

Ye Huan took the broom and began to clean the ground of the martial arts courtyard 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 floor of the martial arts courtyard without distraction.

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

"Uncle Fang, it's over. ”

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

"Young people work fast. ”

Fang Bo took the broom and praised it, and put ten silver glittering coins into Ye Huan's hand.

"Xiao Huan, this is ten silver coins this month, and at the end of the month, it will be the assessment of the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Academy, is Xiao Huan sure?"

"Uncle Fang, I'll try my best. ”

Ye Huan said with a smile, holding ten silver coins and walking to the classroom, his father Ye Shoucheng was guarding the farmland outside the city, and it was only a hundred silver coins a month.

Ten pieces of silver, a lot.

Uncle Fang looked at Ye Huan's distant back and shook his head, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

Ye Huan, this kid, he is very happy, hardworking and persistent, so he handed over the work of cleaning the martial arts academy to Ye Huan under the pretext of wanting to help Ye Huan.

However, Ye Huan's kid's qualifications for practicing martial arts are not very good, and the practice of martial arts has not been successful until now, and the enrollment of the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy at the end of the month is hanging.

......

"Huanzi, here. ”

As soon as Ye Huan came to the class, a burly young man shouted at Ye Huan.

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

The rest of the class didn't look at Ye Huan, as if Ye Huan was a transparent person.

"Huanzi, why did you come, it is said that today Teacher Yang will talk about the assessment of the Intermediate Martial Academy. ”

Chen Tong said excitedly.

"How much have you enlightened?"

Ye Huan glanced at Chen Tongdao.

"Ninety ten. ”

Chen Tong immediately gave up.

"I can't get into the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Academy, so I can only go to other Intermediate Martial Academy. ”

"Huanzi, I heard my dad say that your father is going to buy you the Kaiqiao Pill, and I heard that you may be admitted to the Hanwu Intermediate Martial 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, the instructor of the tenth class of the Eastern Han Dynasty Junior Martial Arts Academy.

"At the end of the month, it is the assessment of the Intermediate Martial Academy, today I will tell you about the assessment of the Intermediate Martial Academy, the first is cultivation, for example, the Intermediate Martial Arts Academy of Hanwu, the threshold is one hundred and eight tricks, although other Intermediate Martial Arts Academy does not have such high requirements, but there are restrictions on cultivation......

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

The students in the class listened very carefully.

"That's all for today's class, I won't use the martial arts academy later, I will work hard to cultivate down, and I will come to the academy on the twenty-fifth, and the academy will have training for the assessment of the intermediate martial arts academy. ”

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

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

Yang Biao cleaned up his things on the lectern, looked at Ye Huan's back and shook his head slightly.

Ye Huan, it's a pity.

Yang Biao was very impressed with Ye Huan, he was the hardest working person in Class 10, but his martial arts training qualifications were average, and he was born in an ordinary family, if he had a better background and had resources, with Ye Huan's efforts, it would definitely not be a problem to be admitted to the Hanwu Intermediate Martial Arts Academy.

......

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

Ye Huan was thinking about getting himself some lunch, when there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the small courtyard.

What's going on?

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

Boom.

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

Ye Huan's body shook, and the person who was covered in blood was his father Ye Shoucheng.