Prologue [Chaya Thunder] ()

In general, Xia Leiming is a standard "country bumpkin".

The word "land" means that he is from a wild family, or simply, he is a ignorant and rude man born in the mountains.

For example, he had no meat to eat every meal, and his best talents were chopping wood and hunting. Until he was sixteen, he thought that the most beautiful woman in the world was the Aunt Sofia, who held a doll in the town and had a wine barrel at her waist, even though she was already a mother of two children.

And his name: Shaya Leiming.

This name seems to have a bit of an oriental mystery. In fact, it was just when Xia Leiming was three years old and had no name. One day, his father slapped his head and remembered his duties as his father. He looked up at the sky. It happened to be summer and it was thundering. So Xia Leiming had his own name...

From this we can imagine how irresponsible this father was. Fortunately, the day he was named was just thunder. If it was hail or a sandstorm... Maybe he could only crawl into a cave with names like "spring sandstorm" or "winter hail" and spend his whole life shameful life.

At the same time, Chara Leiming's vulgarity is also reflected in his belief that burlap is better, stronger and more durable than silk. Of course, one of the important reasons is that Chara Leiming is so poor that he can't afford silk. You can understand this mentality as a sour grape mentality that you can't eat grapes.

Of course, the most important reason why he is very poor is that most of his hunting income has to be consumed to exchange wine for the old guy - the old guy is Xia Yaleming's father. However, when he was eight years old, Xia Yaleming knew that this old guy was not his biological father at all: although he was not too old at the age of eight, he was at least enough to know some common sense. At least, genetically speaking, this old guy with blue eyes would never give birth to a son with black eyes.

So, after the age of eight, he refused to call the old guy "Dad".

As for Xia Leiming's life experience, the old guy couldn't explain it clearly. In his words: "On a dark and windy night many years ago, I was barbecuing in the wild. I just roasted a pheasant and turned over a big tree to piss it. When I came back, I saw you boy lying beside my fire, and only half of the roasted chicken leg was left. Do you know that when I saw a little guy who was only a little big holding a half-chewed chicken leg. What was the first thought in my mind?"

Every time I talk about this, the old guy would deliberately shake his head twice, and then look at Xia Yaleming with contempt: "What I think of is... You kid, who is so edible at such a young age, will definitely make me poor in the future!"

By the way, the old guy is an old drunkard, while the old guy is a little drunkard. The reason for this phenomenon is that when Xia Leiming was young, he was extremely hungry and cried. In order to be lazy, the shameless old guy actually took the wine to feed the little guy. As a result, the old guy started the alcohol development plan by the old guy before he was weaned. This reason made the little guy's alcohol increase extremely terrifyingly. When he was thirteen years old, the old guy could not drink him. It also made it impossible for this poor family to support two large numbers of alcoholics at the same time. The old guy shamelessly announced the ban on alcohol against Xia Leiming.

By the way, one of the most proud abilities of Xia Yaleming is: chopping firewood.

But this is also an important reason why he despises the old guy.

The reason is that the old guy always kept boasting that he was a powerful swordsman on the mainland, but unfortunately, Xia Yaleming never saw the old guy use a sword in his life. In fact, they don’t have a sword at home. Among all the things in the house, the closest thing to the sword in terms of shape is the black and broken fire fork thrown in the furnace.

When he was a little older, boys always liked to dance and play guns. As a result, the old guy who was convinced by Xia Leiming boasted and said that he wanted to learn martial arts from the old guy. At first, this old guy was still stubborn, but he couldn't resist Xia Leiming's soft and hard beating, so he finally reluctantly agreed, and began a painful life that lasted for more than ten years.

It’s fine if you stand in a stance and carry water to boil muscles and bones. As for using a herb that smells so bad that it can directly smoke people and take a bath, Xia Leiming also endured it.

What he hated the most was that the old guy clearly claimed to be a master of swordsmanship, but he refused to teach himself to use swords!

A down-and-out parade poet once came to the tavern in the town, telling the legendary stories of several famous swordsmen on the mainland. At that time, the young Xia Leiming was fascinated by the sound of the arrogant and noble swordsmen in the story, wearing white clothes like snow, black clothes like iron, carrying a sharp long sword in his hand, avenging his grudges... How cool it was!

But the old guy claimed to be a master of kendo, but the only weapon he taught Xia Leiming to use was: the axe!

Don't get me wrong, it's not the tomahawks or axes and guns used by experts in the legend.

It is the standard for the six copper plates sold in the blacksmith shop in the town, which is a nearby mountain villager who goes up the mountain to chop firewood.

As for how he can practice axe skills, Xia Leiming doesn't know. The old guy once said that the axe skills he taught Xia Leiming actually took the anti-pure Guizhen approach. Generally, people who use axes are usually accurate and ruthless, while the old man said to Xia Leiming: When can you practice the word "smart" with the axe, you will be home.

Accurate and cruel, Xia Leiming knew what it meant. When he was thirteen years old, he could throw an axe over and cut off the tail of a running rabbit at fifty steps.

But how to practice the word "Quality" is a matter of opinion. At least, according to what the old man said, he had to carry an axe weighing more than 20 pounds and carve a chrysanthemum on the tofu - this is obviously a difficult thing.

In fact, Xia Yaleming has always been a little suspicious of the axe skills that the old guy taught him, because all the contents of his practice every day are: chopping wood, cutting tofu, and dismantling the beaten prey and breaking the belly, dividing the tendons and removing the meat and chopping the bones.

Although he was suspicious, Xia Leiming had been practicing this set of "axe skills" for a full ten years. He practiced very hard, but every time he practiced, the old man did not make any comments. At most, he just held a bottle of wine and squatted beside him and drank while watching. He had no appreciation or dissatisfaction in his eyes, and he was always drunk and blurred.

It was not until more than a year ago, before the old man died of illness that he was willing to comment on his adopted son's martial arts. However, what he said at that time made Xia Leiming think about it for three days but could not confirm whether the old man was praising him or cursing him in a different way - he himself doubted the second guess. Because when the old man finally fell ill in bed, Xia Leiming refused this request considering the old man's health - it was because his family was so poor that he couldn't bear it.

This probably caused the old guy's indignation.

Well, that's what the old guy said before he died.

At that time, he looked at his adopted son with a complicated look and sighed:

"You can practice my 'killing Thousand Army' like this, which is fucking creative - after I die, you are not allowed to touch the axe, any other sword, gun, sword, and stick are fine, but you are not allowed to touch the axe, so that I will not die with my eyes open."
Chapter completed!