Chapter 1 Wildhammer II

In the early morning of late autumn, Wildhammer Village was still as quiet as ever. Occasionally, the sound of women and children murmuring in their dreams could be heard from the tall stone houses, and smoke was already rising from the chimneys of several houses.

In the morning mist, several fat-headed and big-eared pig beasts were groaning and walking on the dirty and messy streets. One pig beast dug out a piece of rotten cabbage from the corner of the wall. Just after taking two bites, a bull with an iron back suddenly appeared. He lowered his head and rushed over, knocked the pig beast away, and rolled the cabbage into his mouth with peace of mind.

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from the house next to him: "Aman, wake up!"

"I know." A slightly childish voice came. After a while, the door opened. A shirtless, yawning child of six or seven years old walked out of the house, stood in front of the door and stretched.

Although he is still young, this child has incredibly strong muscles. The eight muscles in his abdomen are clearly segmented. If he moves a little, fleshy lumps will appear on his arms.

A burly man appeared behind the child, kicked the child out, and cursed, "Why are you standing here? Why don't you go exercise?"

The burly man's strength was so great that he kicked the child away with one kick. The word "big" stuck to the opposite wall and slid down with a squeak. However, the child was not injured at all. He slowly got up, gave the burly man a blank look, and whispered softly: "Abba, if it were the world in my dream, you are a child abuser and will be shot!"

This child's name is De Biaoman Hammer, nicknamed Aman. The burly man is his father Rock Wildhammer, the head of Wildhammer Village and the first warrior of the Mengzhuan tribe. Manhammer Village is located in the Sunset Forest in the southern frontier of the Northern Zhou Empire. It belongs to the barbarians in the southern frontier. There are countless such small villages in the Sunset Forest.

When Aman was born, his mother died in childbirth, leaving father and son dependent on each other.

Rock Wildhammer had no intention of abusing children. He picked up two iron birch sticks as thick as duck eggs from the corner, threw one over and said, "Let's go to the square in the center of the village!"

The father and son walked towards the square in the village one after the other. The square was empty, not a single person in sight. Rock Wildhammer shook his stick slightly and shouted: "Start!"

Without saying a word, Aman picked up the stick and hit it on his father's head. With a roar, the stick was blown up by a strong wind! Rock Wildhammer casually deflected the incoming stick, frowned and said: "No, the strength is too weak, come again!"

"You're still too young. How can you become an excellent hunter like this? Come again!"

"Aman, are you a girl? You have so little strength! Come again!"

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The sound of the father and son fighting could be heard in the square. Soon after, people in the village woke up one after another. The men came to the square with their children to start today's training. The square suddenly became lively. From time to time, children were beaten all over by adults and screamed in agony.

This is a unique way for the barbarians in southern Xinjiang to train the next generation. The forest outside the village is vast and full of all kinds of ferocious monsters. In order to survive in this harsh environment, the father trains his son to become the bravest warrior. It has become a tradition of southern Xinjiang people.

It is precisely because of this tradition that almost all people in southern Xinjiang are extremely powerful, brave and good at fighting, and even women can split tigers and leopards.

After training for more than an hour, the sun gradually rose and the sunlight shone through the woods outside the village. At this time, the training came to an end. Only the father and son of Rock Wildhammer were still shouting and fighting. After another half an hour, Rock Wildhammer stopped, nodded slightly and said: "That's it for today's training, I have to go out hunting, let's continue in the evening!"

Ah Man sat down and panted. After fighting for such a long time, his arms were almost swollen. A group of children gathered around and said with envy: "Second, you are so powerful, you can last so long in the hands of I! I was beaten badly by my father!"

Second, is what these children call De Biao Manhammer. Barbarian people rarely have their own surnames, and often use the name of the village as their surname. Rock Wildhammer was the head of Wildhammer Village, so he was called Wildhammer I, and Aman naturally became Wildhammer II.

Aman once suffered from a serious illness when he was young and was in a coma for half a year. After recovering from the illness, he seemed much smarter than before. He even gave himself a strange surname, Zhang. But the children in the village still call him Er Er, not Zhang Debiao.

"Second, tell us about your dream!" A child raised his head and said expectantly: "Tell us about the big iron bird that can fly and the iron centipede that can run by itself in that dream!"

Aman, also known as Zhang Debiao, nodded slightly and began to talk about the world in his dream. This dream Zhang Debiao had was extremely weird. In the dream, he came to an incredible world. It was not a magical world, but there were flying iron birds in the sky, which people called airplanes, and iron centipedes that could run on the ground, which people called trains. There are also iron boats in the sea that can run on their own without rowing...

All kinds of incredible things, but they seemed so real that Zhang Debiao couldn't figure out whether they were dreams or not. And in that strange dream, he had another identity, his surname was Zhang, and he had amiable parents. In that dream, he went to school, learned some strange knowledge, and became a traditional Chinese medicine doctor after graduation.

Later, he married a wife and had children. Time passed and he finally lived in peace and died of old age. The moment he died in the dream, Zhang Debiao finally woke up and recovered from his illness, but everything that happened in the dream was still vivid in his mind, as if it really existed.

This matter confused him so much that he even went to consult the witch priest of the Mengzhuan tribe. The people of southern Xinjiang have lived in the forest for a long time and are simple by nature. People outside the forest often laugh at them as uncivilized barbarians, saying that their heads are bigger than pigs, but their brains are not much bigger than pine nuts. If you knock open their brains, you will find a head full of muscles.

Although this is a bit exaggerated, based on Zhang Debiao's observations over the years, he has to admit with shame that the muscles of his father and the uncles in the village have indeed grown into the brain. They are simple and violent, and there is not much brain matter.

However, the witch priest is recognized as a smart person. They are also native barbarians, but in order to cure the illness of their tribe, they sacrifice their power to the goddess of life in exchange for the goddess' wisdom and healing magic.

However, even the witch of Mengzhuan could not figure out whether Zhang Debiao's dream was a real world. The high priest had no choice but to say: "Child of Manchu, maybe when you were seriously ill, you were favored by the goddess of life, and your soul left your body and went to another world. Then, your dream is real. Come, child, say with me: 'Praise the goddess of life!'"

"Praise the goddess of life!"

Later, Zhang Debiao tried to use the medical knowledge he learned in the dream to treat the illness of the tribesmen with herbs, and almost killed the patient. Then he suddenly realized: "The old wizard is fooling me!"

The little man spitted countless saliva at the back of the wizard high priest, and drew countless circles to curse this old thing who fooled him.

Although they knew that the world in the dream was fake, the children of Manchu Village were still very curious, and when they were free, they would pester him to ask questions.

"Second generation, are those tall buildings in your dream as tall as those in Tianmang City? I heard from my father that the tallest building in Tianmang City is more than 20 meters high!"

Zhang Debiao curled his lips: "These country bumpkins really think that a 20-meter-high building is tall. The buildings I saw in my dream are even hundreds of meters high! What a pity..." The young man sighed and looked into the distance: "After all, it's fake, even the knowledge I learned is fake..."

Is everything in the dream really fake?

It was another early morning. Zhang Debiao was so tired that he couldn't breathe and collapsed on the ground. Rock Manchu picked up a stick and beat him, saying angrily: "Men should be a little harder on themselves! Get up quickly and continue training!"

Zhang Debiao tried to get up and was about to continue training when he heard a voice laughing: "Yishi, you just said it wrong, didn't you? Men should not be a little harder on themselves, but should be a little harder on others!"

Zhang Debiao looked back and saw a lame man leaning on a cane under a tree beside the square. There was a shocking scar on his face, from his left eye to the right side of his chin. Zhang Debiao knew this lame man. His name was Langtu Manchu. He once left Manchu Village and ran away to work as a mercenary for several years. Later, he returned to the village to settle down after he became disabled.

Zhang Debiao always thought that the lame man was a man with a story, especially the sentence "a little harder on others" just now, which made people think about it endlessly. However, the people in the village didn't like him because of his strange temper, so Zhang Debiao had never contacted him.

Rock Man Hammer frowned and said unhappily: "Langtu, I am teaching my son, you have no right to interrupt!"

The lame Langtu sneered: "You are wrong, and you don't allow others to point it out? If you teach your son like this, he will never become a master in his life!" After that, he didn't even look at Rock Man Hammer's face, and walked away with his crutches.

Rock Man Hammer turned around with a sullen face: "Aman, what are you looking at? Keep training!"

After the training, Zhang Debiao quietly came to Langtu Man Hammer's residence. The lame snorted coldly: "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid that your father will know and beat you up?"

Zhang Debiao smiled and said: "Second uncle, I think what you said just now makes sense, so I came here to listen to your teachings, how to become a master?"

Langtu Man Hammer's face was slightly relieved: "I didn't expect Rock Man Hammer to have a smart son. He knew that if he continued to practice according to your father's method, he would never become a master in his life."

The lame looked him up and down After a moment, he said, "You are not a barbarian warrior yet, right?"

Zhang Debiao said blankly, "What is a barbarian warrior?"

"That Rock guy didn't even tell you this? This bastard is really full of muscles!" The cripple snorted and explained, "Barbarian warriors are the name given to people in our southern Xinjiang who have stimulated their innate skill of barbaric strength. As long as you practice barbaric strength, you can be called a barbarian warrior."

Zhang Debiao was even more confused: "What is barbaric strength?"

The cripple was completely speechless: "That bastard Rock is too careless, isn't he?"

Langtu's evaluation of Rock's barbarian hammer, Zhang Debiao deeply agreed, his father was indeed very careless. When he was three or four months old, he was stepped on by the careless old father seven times, sat on his butt nine times, and was thrown up more than ten meters high and missed eighteen times. Fortunately, the southern Xinjiang people are naturally strong, so he was not played to death by him.

Thinking about it now, Zhang Debiao is still a little scared. It is a miracle that he can survive in his father's hands until now!

The lame man stood up tremblingly, raised his crutch and pointed it at a huge stone weighing over a hundred pounds in front of him, and said solemnly: "Second generation, look carefully, this is the power of brute force!" The crutch in his hand chopped down like lightning, like a flash of knife in the darkness, and with a click, the stone actually split into two neatly!

Zhang Debiao was stunned and speechless for a long time. The cripple took a breath and said: "Barbaric strength is the innate skill of my barbarian clan. It is the original form of barbarian fighting spirit. The earlier it is stimulated, the better the qualifications will be. In the future, after becoming a tenth-level barbarian warrior, the barbaric strength will become Most of the adults in the village are level 3 or 4 barbarian fighters, but your father is the only one who is a level 1 barbarian fighter.”

Zhang Debiao couldn't help but be shocked: "My father is stronger than you?"

The lame man sneered and said: "He has the highest talent among the people I have ever met. He developed his barbaric energy when he was seven years old, and by the time of his coming-of-age ceremony at the age of twelve, he was already a fifth-level barbarian warrior. Unfortunately, after the coming-of-age ceremony, he remained He has become the village chief, otherwise with his qualifications, he can become a first-class expert after a few years of experience outside! "

Zhang Debiao couldn't help but said: "Second uncle, you haven't said anything about barbaric strength yet!"

"Barbaric energy is a hot air in your Dantian. As long as the fighting energy channel is opened, it can flow to the limbs and bones, doubling its power in battle."

Zhang Debiao was stunned and said with a strange look on his face: "Are you talking about the heat that is crawling around like a mouse in your lower abdomen?"

Langtu Wildhammer looked at him with a look that looked at a monster, and said dejectedly: "It turns out that your innate skills have been awakened. Rock Wildhammer has awakened his innate skills at the age of seven and is already a recognized genius, and you are only six years old now. ! No wonder people say that tiger fathers have no dog sons..."

Zhang Debiao smiled horrifiedly. Only now did he realize that the lame man was actually a pretty good person, but he was too mean-mouthed, so everyone in the village didn't like him.

"Second uncle, what is the Dou Qi channel you just mentioned?"

"The Dou Qi channel is of course a channel opened in the body to specifically allow Dou Qi to circulate."

Langtu Wildhammer explained patiently: "Dou Qi runs in the Dou Qi channel, which can greatly enhance physical fitness and improve reaction speed and physical strength. However, these require specific mental methods. And each mental method has developed The fighting spirit channels are all different. The barbaric energy of us barbarians is the original form of fighting spirit, which is no weaker than the fighting spirit of humans outside the forest. When you reach the tenth level of barbarian warriors, you are more likely to evolve into barbaric fighting spirit. A first-level barbarian warrior can already practice fighting spirit techniques."

"Different mental methods have different Dou Qi channels?" Zhang Debiao asked curiously: "Don't those mental methods operate according to the established acupuncture points and meridians?"

"What acupuncture points and meridians?" Langtu Wildhammer's eyes widened and he asked doubtfully: "Little guy, don't practice carelessly. The Dou Qi channel is not a simple thing. If you make a wrong step, you may be paralyzed or even die!"

Zhang Debiao shook his head: "It's nothing, you continue." Acupoints and meridians are the knowledge of the world in his dream. The medicine he learned in his dreams has been rejected by the real world. It is conceivable that things like acupoints and meridians will inevitably It's also wrong.

Langtu Wildhammer took out a book from his arms and said: "This is a set of low-level Dou Qi mental methods. There are only three directions of Dou Qi channels. After practicing, there will be great disadvantages. Just take a look. Don't practice it. It is because of this cultivation that my left leg..."

Zhang Debiao opened the book and looked at it carefully, his heart could not help but beat wildly.

The Dou Qi channel of this low-level mental method actually partially coincided with the knowledge about meridians he learned in his dream!

Moreover, according to his experience of doing Chinese medicine in his dream, the misalignment will inevitably lead to paralysis of the left limb!

"Could it be that..." Zhang Debiao's body trembled slightly, and he shouted in his heart: "No! This is impossible! How can you believe something that was done in a dream? Those acupuncture points and meridians must be fake!"

But another voice in his heart was tempting him: "Try it, maybe it's true? Give it a try..."