Chapter 1 Genius and Gambling Tools

"Failed again, hey!"

The sigh was mixed with a faint disappointment. A teenager in a green shirt with beautiful eyebrows, between fifteen or sixteen years old and a slightly thin body, but his face was full of dull expression.

Fail, another failure!

"Ten years!"

A bitter smile appeared at the corners of the teenager's mouth, and then he regained his previous look.

Failure to rush to the level again may be expected. Even if the palm is so tightly clenched, because it is too hard, the slightly sharp nails are deeply pierced into the palm.

The pain, the pain in his heart, still did not change his dull expression.

Mu Yi, 15 years old, is the third son of Mu Xuanzong, the head of the Mu family, and the Mu family is a Xiuzhen family.

Mu Yi began to practice at the age of four. In just one year, he reached the peak of the six layers of gas refining. There has never been such a genius in the Mu family. And just when everyone thought he was a rare cultivation genius for hundreds of years, it happened.

Starting with the bizarre death of his mother.

The potential of the original teenager is immeasurable, and I don't know how many people in the family are leading the way.

However, according to legend, the road of genius is always tortuous.

Ten years ago, this talented teenager who reached the peak of prestige abruptly accepted the most cruel blow in his life. When the teenager reached the peak of the sixth layer of gas refining, he made no progress and stopped here.

Is genius really jealous?

In the past ten years, even those ordinary people in the family have surpassed him. The most powerful thing is his uncle's son Mu Feng, who has reached the level of great perfection.

At the age of 15, he not only fell from the altar of genius to the point where he was not even inferior to ordinary practitioners, but also became the laughingstock of the younger generation of the family.

Disdain, sarcasm, this is what he, who used to be a genius, has to face every day.

After shaking his head and sighing, Mu Yi slowly got up. After washing, he was just about to go out, and then the mutation suddenly occurred.

"Touch!" One sound.

Mu Yi's door was kicked open. At the door, there was a young man in a gorgeous white brocade robe with high spirits and torch-like eyes. The teenager was Mu Yun, the second son of Uncle Mu Yi.

Because Mu Xuanli, Mu Yi's uncle, and his father Mu Xuanzong failed to compete for the position of patriarch, and he has always been worried about it. After Mu Yi lost his talent, he was humiliated by Mu Yun.

The teenager stood outside the door and said coldly to the house, "Mu Yi, get out of here."

Looking at Mu Yun's face, Mu Yi knew that he could not escape the pain of today's skin and flesh.

It's strange that after Mu Yi lost his talent, the patriarch ordered that the younger generation of the family could challenge each other, as long as they were not disabled.

After this order was issued, the younger generation in the family was confused. You know, Mu Yi's talent has been lost, and Mu Xuanzong's decision is the most unfavorable to his third son.

After this order was issued, it was better at first. After all, there were not many people in the younger generation who practiced more than Mu Yi. As time went by, Mu Yi not only needed to practice hard every day, but also accepted the challenges of others in the family.

There is also the so-called challenge. In Muyi's ten years, he still stayed in the sixth layer of gas refining and changed qualitatively. Whether Mu Yi accepted it or not, the challenger took action directly until he beat Mu Yi all over his body and added verbal humiliation that he was willing to leave.

In this decade of bullying, although Mu Yi's cultivation has made no progress, his mind is extremely firm by 'cultivation', and he can control his mood and emotions, and his ability to endure is extremely strong.

"Second brother, I don't know what you are looking for me for?" Mu Yi sighed, came to the door and said respectfully.

Mu Yun didn't say anything. There was a fierce attack, and Mu Yi was also strange. He didn't do any defense and counterattack until he was knocked to the ground. Mu Yi curled his body. Maybe he was used to being beaten. He gritted his teeth and silently endured the damage caused by every spell of Mu Yun.

"I don't believe in this evil today. If I don't beat you and beg for mercy, I will never give up." Seeing Mu Yi's reaction, Mu Yun increased the intensity of the attack and kept beating, but he did not dare to kill him.

It's no wonder that in these ten years, Mu Yi would fight back without hesitation when he was 'challenged' at the beginning, and he would scream in pain when he was seriously injured. However, with the number of defeats becoming more and more frequent, until now, he has chosen to bear silently and never fight back. No matter how painful it is, he will not scream. The voice will not beg for mercy.

Nice back, although he seems to be cowardly.

Mu Yun was finally tired. He stopped, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and looked at Mu Yi, who was covered with blood on the ground and had been hugged into a ball. "Mu Yi, as long as you are willing to beg me for mercy, I promise that no one will dare to touch your finger from now on. How about that?"

**, huge**, but Mu Yi lying on the ground did not have any reaction.

Seeing this, Mu Yun frowned and abused, "Birty bones are born to be beaten. You are really ashamed of your dead mother."

If Mu Yi had been so insulted in the past, he would definitely fight back, even if he knew that he would be beaten harder after the counterattack, or the other party would disobey the order of the patriarch. But now it's different. He wants to live, he wants to find out the cause of his mother's death, and he wants to avenge his dead mother, so he can only endure it. Even if he can't stand it, he still has to endure it.

"Fam it, it's really unhappable." Mu Yun spat at Mu Yi, turned to him and said, "I admit defeat. You all come out."

Hearing his words, Mu Yi hated except for hatred. Although he hated, he was not angry, because he wanted to live and work hard. Such a thing had happened more than once.

Since Mu Yi, who can't fight back, scold back, no matter how many injuries he is, he has never begged for mercy, he has become the gambling tool of the young generation of the Mu family. The rules of gambling are very simple. Whoever can make him cry out in pain or beg for mercy will win.

Since Mu Yi lost his talent, the younger generation has gradually surpassed him and is often humiliated, but he also has his own bottom line, the last bottom line. If he opens his mouth to beg for mercy, then he will begin to give in. If he can't even bear these pains, why should he avenge his dead mother? What's the use of his life?

In order to stick to his last bottom line, it can be said that he was easy to be humiliated and tortured.

When Mu Yun and others left, Mu Yi, like a dead dog, stood up with difficulty. Although his body trembled very much, he still gritted his teeth and walked to his house step by step.

Returning to the house, he closed the door with difficulty. He did not wipe the cold sweat from the pain on his forehead, let alone treat the wounds on his body. Instead, he climbed under the bed. There was a hole under his bed, a hole leading to the wooden house and a graveyard.

Difficulty drilling out of the hole, Mu Yi had a cold sweat all over his body, and the wounds on his body made him die in pain. Even so, he did not make any sound.

Maybe only pain can make him feel that he is still alive.

The tomb cemetery is the exclusive cemetery of the Mu family, and Mu Yi's mother is buried here.

Mu Yi came to the cemetery and walked to his mother's grave. This is Mu Yi's habit. Every time after being beaten, the first thing he did was not to clean up the wound but to come to see his mother.

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