Day by day, Wang Dayong grew up, and Lin Xuan gradually adapted to his identity.

Lin Xuan found that he was the king's hammer, but not exactly the king's scalmer.

He walked on the trajectory of Wang's growth, he could feel all the joys and sorrows of Wang Shackle, he could feel every strength of Wang's scalp, and when he was hit by his father Wang Lao Liu, he could also experience pain.

However, he can't control Wang's thoughts and actions, nor can he change the growth trajectory of Wang's sledgehammer, he is more like the life that Wang Sledgehammer has walked through, and he has walked again.

Wang scalmer grew from a baby to a ten-year-old boy.

This ten-year-old boy is thick, kind, brave, stubborn, has a natural power, he has a small fame in the village of ten miles, many people boast that he will be a good seedling.

Only ten years old Wang sledgehammer, unusually strong, full of more than 300 pounds of power, he has been able to help his father to fight iron, even more than his father Wang Laobao's strength.

However, Wang Dashon did not want to be a blacksmith in a small village in the countryside for a lifetime.

By chance, he heard some stories about the martial arts from his neighbor Uncle Li, which made him full of yearning for the outside world, and was very eager to enter the town's martial arts, learn martial arts, and become a powerful samurai, so he came out and took his parents to live a good life.

In the days to come, he was helping his father to work, often looking for some uncles and uncles in the village who had been to the town to inquire about the news of the town's martial arts museum.

However, the more he knew, the more disappointed he was, because the conditions for recruiting apprentices in the town's martial arts museum were very demanding, not only to have the talent for learning, but also to charge high-priced tuition fees.

His father Wang Lao Liu, just a small blacksmith in the village of TieNiu, only to ten miles and eight villages on weekdays to build a few iron pots and agricultural tools, by receiving a meager remuneration for a living, coupled with his mother lying in bed all the year round, there is no savings at home.

However, Wang Dashon did not lose heart, and after a period of depression, he decided to find a way to earn tuition.

In the blacksmith shop, he used a few pieces to build the remaining foot material of the farm, quietly cast a poor knife, and sharpened it sharp.

One morning, just bright, Wang Dashou took advantage of his parents have not yet woken up, he took the cakes he had eaten last night, put a short knife around his waist, quietly slipped out of the door, and walked to the mountains more than a dozen miles away.

The mountain is called the evil tiger mountain, the mountain is very dangerous, every night will always be out of the sound of the tiger howling wolf, occasionally there will be a beast running out of the mountain, hurt the human life.

People who live under the mountain will close their doors every night, and they will never dare to enter the mountain, or even dare to go within ten miles of the mountain.

Wang Dasham was also warned by his parents from an early age that he must not step into the mountain half a step.

However, Wang also heard Li Dazhu, a hunter in the western head of the village, said that although the mountains are dangerous, they are also full of treasures, and there are many valuable spiritual grasses, if you can find a suitable for medicine, you may be able to exchange a large amount of silver.

For Wang's crazy behavior, Lin Xuan's heart is actually disapproving.

Even if he had not been to the evil tiger mountain, but only the roar of the beasts in the night can know that there are fierce beasts in the mountains.

Although Wang scalmers have exerted their strength, how can it be that the opponents of those beasts, even ordinary beasts, may not be able to fight, this trip into the mountains, I am afraid that nine lives.

However, he vaguely felt that Wang scalmer should not easily die, if Wang scalmer died young, he swallowed the 100-day reincarnation of Dan, is not to waste?

Intuition told him that Wang’s life would be long.

After most of the day's journey, he finally came to the foot of the mountain and saw the dense trees on the mountain and saw the lush trees on the mountain and the strange boulders.

Occasionally, he could still see some of the beasts and snakes from a distance, making him a strong heart and holding the short knife in his hand.

At this moment, Wang Dayun's forehead came out of a fine cold sweat, and his heart could not help but withdraw.

However, for his martial arts dream, this stubborn and persistent teenager still bit his teeth and walked into the mountain forest without hesitation.

The leaves in the mountains are staggered, the light is very dark, and Wang Daxing troms on the rotting leaves of the year, while cautiously moving forward, while vigilantly observing the surrounding.

He did not know how to look for the spirit grass, but he had heard Orion Li Daquan say that the spirit grass is mostly different, some can emit aroma, and some will shine, in short, you can recognize it at a glance.

Hip!

A small snake sprang out of the rotting leaves of the ground, opened its mouth with tusks, and bit it toward the throat of the king's scalmer.

Wang scalp was shocked, he wanted to dodge, but the little snake was too fast, he could only put the knife in front of him.

The little snake bit on the back of the knife.

Ah!

Wang scalp was frightened and shouted, and hurriedly lost the knife and the little snake.

With a snap, the knife took off and flew out of a dozen meters away with the little snake, and the little snake seemed to be frightened, and soon got into the grass and disappeared.

After a few minutes, the terrified Wang Sledgehammer stepped forward, picked up his short knife, and hurriedly left.

At this moment, Wang Das Ham did not find that in the first time he walked into the mountains, he was stared at by a pair of eyes.

Just as Wang Dassault was just leaving, an old figure fell from the sky, and those vicissitudes but all-encompassing eyes stared deeply at the back of Wang Dassault, flashing past the essence of rare surprises.

"I really did not expect that in this remote wilderness, I could find a deserted war body recorded in the classical nationality, and this is God's help to me!"The old man smiled, his eyes deep and playful.

The old man was moved, chasing the direction of Wang's shammer as light smoke, but he did not alarm Wang's shammer, but he was not far from the end, observing Wang's every move.

Wang Dascal did not know that there was someone behind him, and he was alert to the beast snakes and insects, while carefully looking for the legendary grass.

After looking for two hours, the sky was even darker, the sun was about to set, but Wang Dhammer was still fruitless.

The mountains are gradually ringing with more and more intense noises, which are creepy.

Wang thought for a moment and decided to leave the mountain for a while.

He heard Li Dazhu say that the night in the mountains is a hundred times more dangerous than the day, and he intends to make a night outside the mountains and wait until tomorrow morning to enter the mountain.

The morning cake had been finished, and he could only pick some wild fruit on the way back to feed.

But just when he picked the wild fruit, he inadvertently found that in the grass under the fruit tree, there was a small grass that was growing.

It was a small golden grass, emitting a faint golden light, and it was not a thing.

“The grass!It must be grass!Great!Uncle Li did not lie to me, there is grass in this mountain!They are rich!”The king was not ecstatic.

He stepped forward impatiently, and reached out his hand to pull out the golden grass.

But at this moment, he suddenly became rigid, only to feel a full cold rise from the heel of his feet, to the back of the head.