The heavy snow fell intermittently, for three days in a row, there was no tendency for it to clear up, everywhere was covered in white, and the cold wind was howling in the sky, and the face was shaved with pain like a knife. With such weather and heavy snow, not to mention the small country roads, there are surprisingly few pedestrians and vehicles on the main roads in the city.
At this time, Wang Chao was walking on the path between the mountains and forests with one foot deep and the other shallow. With every step, the snow covered his trouser legs, making a creaking sound.
He was walking on a small road, and there was neither cement nor asphalt under the snow, but thick soil. After walking for three days, I finally arrived at Shaoshan along the Xiangshui River.
On this road, heavy snow came and went, and the climate was extremely cold. Wang Chao trekked hard, getting up before dawn every day, going to a small hotel at night, or spending the night at a nearby farmer's house.
On the first day, during the difficult trek in the snow, the shoes were first soaked in snow water, and he walked on a country road, which was very difficult. After tens of thousands of steps, he finally broke through and had to walk barefoot until dark His feet were already numb from the cold.
Fortunately, during his two years of boxing practice, he has practiced kung fu to the soles of his feet and five fingers, which can close the pores and prevent the cold from invading, otherwise his lower limbs would have been frozen like an ordinary person.
Because the snow was falling heavily and the wind was also strong, his umbrella was blown out at the same time. The snow melted on his head and flowed down his neck. His whole body was icy cold. Even though his physique was much stronger than ordinary people, he couldn’t bear it. , When it was dark, I was a little dizzy. Obviously, the body was frostbitten by the cold.
Fortunately, at night, Wang Chao walked more than a hundred miles, and finally found a farmhouse. There was an old man left behind in the farmhouse. Everyone in the family went out to work. Drinking tea, drove away the chill on his body.
Wang Chao also saw a big bamboo hat, a coir raincoat woven with palm tree hair, and a pair of straw sandals at the farmer's house. He bought them immediately, put them on fully armed, and left the next day. Outside, I am not afraid of the cold wind and heavy snow. It's just that although the straw sandals are strong, they can't resist the cold.
So he could only flex and stretch his toes every step he took, trying to prevent the ice and snow from freezing his toes.
During the three-day journey, Wang Chao's feet suffered the most.
After finally climbing to the top of a mountain, I looked around and saw that the tree trunks were bare and covered with icicles, and there were desolate and miserable winter scenes everywhere.
Wang Chao had already visited the hometown of the great man in the morning, and now he climbed to the top of a nearby highest mountain, facing the north wind, his coir raincoat was blown loudly, his heart was full of pride, and he couldn't help but think of the song Qinyuan Spring Snow .
"This feeling, this scene..." After standing on the top of the mountain for a while, Wang Chao walked down from the other side of the mountain, and continued to move towards the southwest step by step.
After traveling all the way for more than a month, Wang Chao finally arrived at the junction of Hunan and Guizhou. At this time, the heavy snow melted, the cold winter passed, and the warm spring came. Along the way, the snow melted and flowed on the ground, making mud everywhere. Walking step by step, it just confirms the artistic conception of Qu Bu wading through the mud.
At the beginning, Wang Chao was not used to it. But after more than a month, he gradually got used to walking and thinking every day. I don't know how many sets of clothes I have changed.
Every few days, he would buy a set of clothes in the towns along the way and replace the old ones. Anyway, he had a card worth hundreds of thousands with him, so he was not short of money.
It's just that the bamboo hat, coir raincoat, and straw sandals have never been replaced.
During the difficult trek, he mostly walked on mountain trails or unmanned country trails, and rarely encountered people negotiating with others. The silence, silence, and walking all the way made Wang Chao gradually forget the world. The hustle and bustle of the world, the soul flies into the world.
As he walked step by step, he naturally cooperated with the meaning and shape of his fists, rising and falling together, forgetting everything, leaving only the many essences and movements of boxing.
The area around Yunnan and Guizhou is full of mountains and haze, so Wang Chao would waste a lot of time if he didn’t take the main road. Moreover, every time he went to a place, he had to pay homage to the revolutionary history of those predecessors, so the journey was slow. Go to Zunyi, Guizhou.
In early May, Wang surpassed Chishui and entered Sichuan.
In the past few months, his body has been tempered by wind and frost, and his originally slightly fair skin has turned gray-brown, but he has lived and slept all the way, and his body has not collapsed. On the contrary, he has become stronger and stronger, and his steps have become more and more powerful.
While walking silently, Wang Chao sometimes closed his eyes, deep in his mind, and could even hear the gurgling sound of running water in his blood vessels.
That is the blood in the blood vessels, under the action of the heart, continuously circulates all over the body.
The kung fu is so meticulous that you can hear the blood flowing like a mountain spring.
Wang Chao didn't know if it was because of his silent practice these days that he had inadvertently reached the point where his kung fu was meticulous and penetrated into the internal organs. He didn't care about it either, his body had fully adapted to every essence of boxing, and his mind was completely immersed in the spirit that touched countless people in the last century.
Sichuan is already close to the plateau, and the roads are more steep than those in Guizhou. They are often winding mountain roads, a large road, winding among the undulating mountains, like a giant dragon with no head or tail.
The weather was hot, but Wang Chao didn't feel it.
He only felt that his body and mind were like a piece of rough jade, and every step he took was like a process of polishing and removing impurities. It made his body and mind gradually reveal the innocence, simplicity and clear and crystal brilliance.
During the nearly half a year of walking, Wang Chao only felt a little difficult and difficult at the beginning, but later on, he became more and more comfortable. After forgetting the hustle and bustle of the world, his mind seemed to relax a lot. He thought about the experience of some seniors in the boxing scriptures, "The more you practice the boxing, the more comfortable you will be. If you feel bitter, it is wrong."
He knew he was doing the right thing.
The mountains are getting more and more dangerous, the roads are getting steeper, the rivers below are getting faster and faster, and the sun in the sky is getting more and more venomous.
Under such harsh conditions, Wang Chao's daily trek has become really difficult, but this is not because of mistakes in the daily walking process, it is entirely caused by the external environment and conditions.
In mid-June, Wang Chao meandered along the Dadu River, and the customs of the towns he passed gradually changed. Occasionally, Tibetans in different Han costumes can be seen.
Finally on this day, there were white snow on top of the towering mountains in front of us.
These mountains appeared in front of Wang Chao's eyes, completely blocking the way forward. These are the snow mountains.
Looking at the huge and insurmountable snow mountains, Wang Chao knew in his heart that the journey ahead was ten times more difficult than the road he had traveled.
The Long March has just begun.