Chapter 1 Wangjia Village
The blue sky, the white clouds, the green mountains and forests, the green mountains and rivers are so beautiful!
In a remote mountain forest somewhere in the Heavenly Continent, there are three ordinary villages.
These three villages are Wangjia Village, Mujia Village and Yanjia Village, among which Wangjia Village is located in the deep mountains and makes a living by hunting, Mujia Village is located in the mountainside and makes a living by selling moso bamboo, and Yanjia Village is located in the plain area at the foot of the mountain and makes a living by making various weapons.
The national law not only encourages the adoption of more children, but also encourages everyone to practice martial arts; each village has its own martial arts monuments, some of which were given by the Wuxian magistrates, and some of which were handed down by the ancestors.
For example, Wangjia Village has bullfighting skills, Mujia Village has Changchun Jue, and Yanjia Village has Huoyun Gong, each with its own specialty.
Although the martial arts monument is unique to each village, it does not prohibit people from other villages from coming to learn, and if people from other villages want to come to learn, they only need to pay a certain amount of money to practice on the spot.
In these days, martial arts are not an uncommon thing, and if a man does not know how to punch and kick, he will not be able to please his daughter-in-law.
Bullfighting is the treasure of Wangjia Village, there are more than 100 households in the village, during the day the men are busy hunting, the women are busy with housework, and the children are busy practicing martial arts; all the boys in the village practice bullfighting, and most of the girls do not like to practice this kind of kung fu, of course, there are some cases.
There is such a saying, practice the muscles and bones on the outside, and practice the breath on the inside.
Many martial arts start with punches and feet, punches and kicks, and zama steps are all basic skills. In the absence of external assistance, most children need to study and practice hard for three years before they can practice their first true qi, and of course there are geniuses who can practice their first true qi in one year.
Many of the boys in the village are playful and practice for about three hours a day, and only one boy can practice for six hours.
In the eyes of the head of the village and the women, Wang Beast was a good boy with both civil and military skills, but in the eyes of his peers, this guy was like a and had a withdrawn temperament, so no children wanted to play with him.
As the sun sets, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and the red sunset afterglow is like a light mist, enveloping this beautiful village and making it warm.
The boys were frolicking in a mountain spring, splashing water on each other or catching fish with their bare hands, while the king beast lay on the lying cow stone next to the martial arts monument and thought about something.
He has a body native to this world, but his soul is from the modern world.
His other name is Wang Shou, and he is a French mercenary who travels around the world for assassination, robbery, sabotage, treasure hunting, and other missions.
Once, he went to assassinate a gangster, but he didn't expect it to be a trap designed to kill himself, so he died honorably, but the strange thing is that he inexplicably walked out of his mother's womb and came to a strange world.
From the mouth of the sect leader, I learned that this world is very exciting, there are martial arts, demon beasts, gods, and immortal masters.
Damn, it's really his grandfather's mess, I don't want to think about it, just treat it as a dream!
When the king beast saw with his own eyes, the sect leader actually smashed a lying cow stone with a punch in the air, and then the mysterious martial arts immediately fascinated him, and other thoughts were immediately forgotten.
The days passed like this, and before I knew it, several years had passed!
Among his peers, Wang Beast is a very arrogant guy, frantically cultivating martial arts while learning all kinds of knowledge.
What Muay Thai, what sanda, what judo, what grappling fighting, if it sounds good, it is an empty-handed martial art, and if it is bad, it is just a show.
In this world, cultivating the first breath of true qi can be regarded as a real martial arts entry.
Of course, different martial arts have different killing moves, each of which operates through different meridians and acupuncture points, so the amount of true qi determines the strength of martial arts.
With martial arts, there is also martial arts, and in martial arts, true qi has twelve layers of skill.
The first layer of skill refers to the first breath of true qi that has been cultivated, and only with the first breath of true qi can the true qi be used to open up the acupuncture points.
In short, from the first to the third layer, the luck rushes to the acupoint, the fourth to the sixth layer, the true qi enters the sea of qi, the seventh to the ninth layer, the true qi is transformed, and the tenth to twelfth layers, the true qi is perfected.
A person who has cultivated to the seventh level of bullfighting can use his true qi to conjure some punches and kicks to attack his opponent.
Those who have cultivated to the seventh level of the Fire Cloud Gong can use their true qi to conjure up a cloud of fire to destroy their opponents.
Those who have cultivated to the seventh level of Changchun Gong can use their true qi to conjure up some trees to entangle their opponents.
In this world, there are many princes, chivalrous people walking sideways, and there are riots everywhere, but this mountain forest is on the edge of the Great Victory Country, and it is surrounded by misty swamps, and the local population is sparse, so it is relatively calm.
The sun and the moon turned, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the king beast was already twelve years old. Although he has given twice as much as his peers, his current skill is only four layers.
On the day of the winter solstice, although the weather is sunny but the snow is a foot deep, the annual hunting ceremony begins on time from the moment the morning star rises, and all children over the age of twelve must participate in this festival.
The hunting ceremony is divided into four items, the first is hunting, the second is fighting, the third is sacrificial, and the fourth is a dinner.
For Wangjia Village, this is a tradition passed down from ancestors, and only a boy who has successfully hunted can be considered a qualified hunter, and only hunters can be qualified to use weapons.
Only the top five martial artists are eligible to learn the ancestral runes, and they may become the headhunters or sect leaders of the village in the future.
Of course, the head of the sect is the person who is responsible for imparting all kinds of knowledge and martial arts to the children, and the head hunter is the person who leads the hunters to hunt and protect their homes, both of which are the objects of worship of everyone in the village. Besides, the head of the village is a rare person who is both civil and military, not only has a talented background, but also has good martial arts, and his virtue is outstanding, and he is deeply loved by everyone, and he is expected to become the next generation of village heads!
Don't lose your father's face! A big man stood in front of the king beast and threatened viciously: either get a big guy back, or never come back!
This big man's name is Wang Ershan, not only the father of the king beast, but also one of the three major headhunters in the village.
For children, there are many wild animals in the mountains and forests, and hunting can be life-threatening, and although some children never return every year, the rules of the hunting ceremony have not changed.
As the saying goes, the strong survive, the weak eliminate!
Of course, there are certain differences in the skill of the children, the lowest is only one layer, the highest is only five layers, and the minimum limit for hunting is three hares, and there is no maximum limit.
In the name of my ancestors, I declare that the hunting ceremony is now begin!" shouted the old village chief with a hunting fork in his hand.
With no other equipment but two flints, all the children who had taken part in the hunt rushed into the forest at the order of the old village chief, and after another hour the hunters pursued them with their weapons in hand.
Although the rules restrict the use of weapons by children, they do not necessarily have to be bare-handed.
Some clever children naturally know what a workaround is, and have already broken some sticks or picked up some rocks as weapons.