Wang Chao entered the vast forest. It is June now, and the climate in the mountains is humid and very hot. It is also the rainy season. The rain falls through the gaps in the forest, soaking the dead branches and leaves on the ground into a stench and rot. of black mud.
Among those dead branches, rotting leaves and muddy water, Wang Chao can often see long snakes running around in them. Some of these snakes have flat heads, some have triangular heads, and their bodies are often dark green or black or black and white. Known to be highly toxic.
In order to prevent himself from being bitten by a snake, Wang Chao took every step carefully. The pores all over his body were bulging, and the erect hairs were like detectors, which could slightly sense all movements within five or six steps.
He was still wearing a bamboo hat, a coir raincoat, and straw sandals. It's just that there is an extra bamboo stick in his hand for exploring the way. The original straw sandals, coir raincoat and bamboo hat were broken during half a year of walking. They were newly bought by Wang Chao in a town in Sichuan.
From the first day, Wang Chao had a deep affection for the set of bamboo hat, coir raincoat and straw sandals.
Because wearing them and walking on the road, he can't find the slightest modern smoke and dust, which makes his heart very pure.
"Bamboo stick straw sandals are lighter than horses, and a cloud of mist and rain can be used for life." In the ethereal state of mind, he washed away any uncomfortable feeling in his body.
After a day and night of walking, Wang Chao finally came to a large protruding rock halfway up the mountain in the morning of the next day. Looking around, he could see that in the distance from where he came, the towns and rivers had all become shrinking scrolls, hazy. In the mist. Others feel like a fantasy.
Suddenly, a round of fiery red sun jumped up, swept away all the mist, and illuminated the road behind us.
"Xiongguan's slow road is really like iron, and now it's over from the beginning."
Wang Chao's thoughts suddenly surged with heroism.
The heart is the ethereal spirit of "a cloud of mist and rain, Ren Pingsheng", but the mind is the firmness of "the majestic pass is like iron". This heart and mind, like muscles and bones and fur, are loosened and tightened to form a big yin and yang.
Facing Chaoyang, Wang Chao took a deep breath, and then let it out.
The sun gradually rose, and the stones began to heat up. Wang Chao dragged off his clothes and spread them on the stones. Afterwards, he fell asleep in the warm atmosphere.
This is halfway up the mountain, and it is still far away from the top of the mountain. When we get to the top of the mountain, the climate is extremely cold and covered with snow. If we want to pass through, even with Wang Chao's current physical strength, he will have a narrow escape. He had to get his energy back.
After a long time, Wang Chao gradually felt a chill, woke up naturally from his sleep, looked up at the sky, did not know when the sun sank again, was covered by a dark cloud, and the cool wind blew over. Body chills.
The clothes had already dried in the sun. After putting them on, I took out a few glutinous rice cakes, a bamboo tube of dried vegetables and a bottle of water from the oiled paper bag behind me. After a while, the glutinous rice cakes will be cooked, exuding the aroma of hot glutinous rice.
Wang Chao ate four of the dried vegetables in one go. After drinking a bottle of water, he moved his body and felt full of energy.
Rumble! At this moment, there was a dull thunder in the sky, and lightning bolts danced like silver snakes.
Wang Chao hurriedly found a dry rocky pit and sat down. The rocky pit was small and shallow and could only accommodate one or two people, but it was enough to shelter from the rain.
Amidst the thunder, heavy rain poured down outside.
boom! There was another huge thunder explosion, which shook the earth and the mountains. After the thunder explosion, there was a lingering sound, lingering between the sky and the earth.
Gradually, Wang Chao listened to this Lei Yin, and thought of the refined tiger and leopard Lei Yin.
So he unconsciously moved every muscle and bone in his body.
Two years ago, Tang Zichen had specially cooperated with him to try the trembling method of Hubao Leiyin, which made him still fresh in his memory. It's just that he didn't practice his kung fu back then to the point where he could move every skeletal muscle in his body.
But now, shaking again, there is no difficult feeling.
Wang Chao knew that this was because his kung fu luck had gradually reached a subtle level during his six months of walking.
In the slow shaking and vibration, Wang Chao's ears gradually heard the regular humming sound of his own bones, matched with the sound of the gurgling blood flowing in the blood vessels like a mountain spring, it was unexpectedly different from the sound of thunder surrounding the world outside. The sound is somewhat similar.
It was pouring rain outside, and thunder exploded one after another. Wang Chao listened carefully, and finally closed his eyes. There was no distracting thought in his mind, only the rolling thunder sound from the sky and the earth and the vibration of his body joints. , the blood flow matches the simulated thunder sound.
In the end, Wang Chao gradually felt that the thunder sound simulated by his body was completely integrated with the thunder sound from the sky and the earth.
I don't know how long it took, the thunder in the sky gradually stopped, and the sound of rain falling also stopped. Wang Chao's closed eyes felt a bright light.
Open your eyes, walk out of the stone depression, the red sun rises in the east, the rivers and mountains are red, it is another morning!
In the morning after the rain, the air is fresh, and the trees at the foot of the mountain are particularly lush, so green that they seem to be dripping juice.
"Yin and Yang blend together to form thunder, and when thunder comes out of the mountains, everything sprouts."
Wang Chao suddenly realized, "The heart is as pure as a child, and the mind is as strong as steel. The muscles and bones are as soft as cotton, and the fur is as soft as iron sand. The inside and the outside, and the two yin and yang, just matched yesterday. Inspired. Just like the thunder that day, it evoked the thunder sound in my body. It is mysterious and real. It is really wonderful."
After exercising his body and practicing each move against the rising sun, Wang Chao felt that his body seemed more ethereal and calm than yesterday.
Without effort, it looks like floating clouds floating with the wind, dancing lightly and delicately.
When using force, it is like a meteor falling to the ground, and the stroke is heavy.
Swinging arms and legs, kicking legs and bouncing off the body, all made crisp exploding sounds, like a broken bamboo.
"My Ming Jin has completely reached the upper level of kung fu."
Wang Chao knew that his penance for the past six months had almost escaped the hustle and bustle of the world, his soul had been purified, and his will, moved by the spirit of the last century, had been condensed bit by bit to be as firm as steel.
All of this is a matter of course, just under the guidance of Tiandi Leiyin yesterday, Leiyin was drawn out at once, and he initially trained his muscles and bones.
This is also the "continuous connection" in the boxing scriptures.
Reaching this level is considered to have entered the peak of Ming Jin.
If he didn't cultivate his mind for half a year, he wouldn't be able to communicate with Lei Yin in nature. In the hustle and bustle of the world, facing the messy interpersonal communication and life twists and turns every day, Wang Chao doesn't know how long it will take to reach this point.
It is likely that the mind is covered with more and more dust, distracting thoughts are disturbing and noisy, and the mind is impure, unclear, and impure. Will never realize.
After standing quietly facing the rising sun for a while, Wang Chao put on his coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and started on his way again.
Many of the mountains in Sichuan are towering into the clouds, and the clouds, mist and rain are only halfway up the mountains. After walking for half a day, Wang Chao finally entered the high mountain no-man's land. The mountain road was steep and he had to use both hands and feet to climb up.
The thick ice and snow piled up on the rocks was grasped by Wang Chao, and it was icy cold, soaking into the heart and lungs. Before reaching the top of the mountain, Wang Chao's hands were already numb.
Fortunately, he had the experience of walking in severe cold and snow, and his body was strong, and he could walk smoothly even with oil on the water tank, and there was no danger all the way up.
It's just that the wind was strong on the top of the mountain, and it was June at the bottom of the mountain. It seemed to be the twelfth lunar month on the top of the mountain, and snowflakes were rolled up in the wind. This forced him to take off the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, so as not to be blown up by the wind and blow people off the cliff.
It's just that this endless white snow road has no variegated colors, and you can't see the way you came when you look down. You can't go up and down, and you can't go down, which makes people feel a kind of terror involuntarily.
After taking off the coir raincoat, Wang Chao felt extremely cold all over his body. His muscles seemed to be stiff like ice sculptures. It was getting dark and he could no longer recognize the road. He had to stop to avoid stepping on the ground. , fell into the abyss.
Finding a depression where he could avoid the strong wind, he wrapped himself in a coir raincoat, and Wang Chao ate something, drank some snow water, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.
The long dark night lingered, and anxious waiting was a greater torment. Looking outside into the dark sky and listening to the howling wind, Wang Chao even had a doubt in his heart, would the sky be bright? Can he walk out of this snow mountain alive
The loneliness, the cold, the strong wind, the waiting, the dark night, the fatigue, and the gradual stiffness of the body all made Wang Chao feel hopeless.
"It was a miracle that the Red Army crossed these snow-capped mountains during the Long March. They were not physically better than me. They were wearing straw sandals and leggings without any special equipment. It was a miracle that they were able to cross these snow-capped mountains. This is the road they traveled. I did not Why can't it go?"
When he remembered that this was not a dead end, but a road traveled by his predecessors, all the negative emotions in Wang Chao's heart were also dispelled.
"It seems that my will is not as indestructible as I imagined." With a long sigh, in order to prevent himself from being frozen into an ice sculpture after being inactive for a long time, Wang Chao's body trembled regularly, and he trembled into thunder again.
Finally, until dawn, Wang Chao pulled himself together, forgot everything, got up and set out on the road, step by step calmly and powerfully, recognized the road clearly, and trudged with difficulty.
After two days and one night of life-and-death struggle, Wang Chao finally successfully climbed over the snow-capped mountain. The snow-capped mountain stretches to the edge below, where tourist areas and some scenic spots appear. But Wang Chao didn't go there, but walked straight to the nearby town along the uninhabited path.
This trip over the mountain was like wandering on the edge of countless life and death. Wang Chao carefully felt his feelings of despair and learned a lot of lessons.
After resting for a few days and recovering his body, Wang Chao set off again, heading towards another snow-capped mountain.
With the previous experience, Wang Chao trampled on the snow-capped mountains one after another.
Every time he stepped on a snow-capped mountain, Wang Chao felt that his heart and will became clearer and firmer. In the end, Wang Chao even believed that nothing in this world could shake his will and heart.
In the golden autumn season of September, Wang Chao finally left Sichuan and came to the large grassland at the border of Sichuan and Tibet.
Although the grassland road is not as difficult and dangerous as the snow mountain, it is more difficult to walk. Looking along the way, there are aquatic plants, swamps and mires everywhere. When people walk on the muddy road, the trousers are often submerged in muddy water, and their knees are deep. After each step has to be raised, step on it carefully, like walking on thin ice.
Wang Chao took another stick in his hand, poking the ground in front of him from time to time, so as not to fall into the swamp.
Stepping on the grass, one's footsteps are soft and swaying, the whole person is like walking a tightrope.
Wang Chao still brought glutinous rice cakes, dried vegetables, and water. Travel light. On the grass, even straw sandals were useless. In the end, Wang Chao simply bare his feet.
On the grassland, sometimes it rained cats and dogs, sometimes hailstones fell, and sometimes the sun shone brightly. It was endless, and there was not even a place to hide.
Wang Chao's face was resolute and his expression remained unchanged, just like a stone statue from ancient times. Just take regular steps step by step.
His clothes were already tattered, and they hung on his body in pieces. He was even poorer than the most down-and-out beggar.
Between the tattered clothes, tendons and skin like fine iron tree trunks were exposed.
On the fifth day after entering the grassland, Wang Chao had already run out of food and water, feeling the embarrassment of the Red Army back then.
But his will didn't fluctuate at all, and his mind seemed to be connected with the whole world. As the rain fell, he raised his head and swallowed heavily. I was hungry, so I grabbed wild vegetables and ate them raw.
Ten days later, the quagmire and swamp on the meadow gradually decreased. The grass became denser, and in the distance of the blue sky and white clouds, larger and towering mountains appeared.
Although we have passed the grassland, the future is still blue sky, white clouds and mountains. And there are no towns.
Finally, Wang Chao couldn't bear it any longer, he was out of breath, and knew that he had entered the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
"I don't know if this asthma is not altitude sickness."
Wang Chao sat down on a big stone. The stone he sat on was big and square, with white in the blue, very hard, and the same stones were scattered around.
The sun in the sky shone fiercely, and Wang Chao suddenly felt a little dizzy.
He wanted to lie down and sleep.
"You can't lie down!" Wang Chao warned himself. But the surrounding area is vast, with no people and no towns.
At this moment, a clear and clear singing of a young girl suddenly came from a distance. Wang Chao struggled to regain his energy and saw a Tibetan girl grazing among a herd of cattle and sheep.
The girl's singing was in Tibetan, which Wang Chao couldn't understand, but the tune was very familiar.
"The golden mountain in Beijing shines in all directions!!!!
Chairman Mao is the golden sun! ! ! ! !
how warm! How kind!
Light up the hearts of our serfs! ! ! ! …”
Listening to this Tibetan song, an inexplicable emotion and spirit immediately filled Wang Chao's body. He also let go of his voice and sang in Chinese following the girl's tune.
Hearing the singing, the girl drove the flock over, looked at Wang Chao's state, took out buttered tea from her bag, and handed it to him.
Wang Chao's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed heavily.
After swallowing, his spirit was shaken, and he smiled at the Tibetan girl, who also smiled, and let go of singing again.
In the midst of singing, Wang Chao's mind seemed to fly to the distant nine heavens in an instant. His body trembled, he stood up, clenched his fist with his left hand, lowered his waist and dropped his elbow, and punched out with a bang.
The muscles of his whole body moved like a python, and the hair that hadn't been shaved for a long time exploded like an electric shock.
With this effort, the whole body's breath boiled, and it rushed towards the fist of his hand.
Just when all the breath was condensed on the pores of his fist, Wang Chao unintentionally let go of his hand, as if a levee had suddenly been opened, and the force rushed out and hit the stone he was sitting on.
boom! Stone chips flew, and Wang Chao punched the hard rock into a deep dimple. There were many small pinhole-like holes in the dimple, and there was a lot of wet sweat.
Wang Chao's fist was unscathed.
Open and close softly, heart and mind, mind and qi, qi and strength! The dark energy is bursting out, and the energy is like a needle!
Anjin, finally practiced!