The heavy snow fell intermittently for three consecutive days, and there was no sign of clearing up. Everything was covered in snow, and the cold wind was howling in the sky, scraping people's faces like a knife. In such weather and heavy snow, not only the country roads, but also the main roads in the city had very few pedestrians and vehicles. The heavy snow fell intermittently for three consecutive days, and there was no sign of clearing up. Everything was covered in snow, and the cold wind was howling in the sky, scraping people's faces like a knife. In such weather and heavy snow, not only the country roads, but also the main roads in the city had very few pedestrians and vehicles.
At this time, Wang Chao walked on the small road in the mountains and forests, with one foot deep and one foot shallow. With every step, the snow submerged his trouser legs, making a creaking sound.
He was walking on a small road, and under the snow was not cement or asphalt, but thick mud. After three days of walking, he finally arrived in Shaoshan along the Xiang River.
The snow was heavy and the weather was very cold. Wang Chao had a hard time trekking. He got up before dawn every day, walked until night, and then stayed overnight in a small hotel or a nearby farmer's house.
On the first day, during the difficult trek in the snow, his shoes were soaked by the snow water. He walked on a country road, which was very difficult. After walking tens of thousands of steps, he finally broke the road and had to walk barefoot. By the time it got dark, his feet were numb from the cold.
Fortunately, in his two years of boxing life, he had practiced kung fu to the five toes of his feet, which could close the pores and prevent the cold from invading. Otherwise, his lower limbs would have been frozen like ordinary people.
Because the snow was heavy and the wind was strong, his umbrella was also blown away. The snow fell on his head and melted, flowing into his neck, and his whole body was cold. Even though he was much stronger than ordinary people, he couldn't stand it. When it got dark, he was a little dizzy and obviously 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. The enthusiastic old man boiled hot water for him and gave him ginger and brown sugar tea to drive away the coldness in his body.
Wang Chao also saw a large bamboo hat and a straw raincoat woven from palm tree hair, as well as a pair of straw sandals in the farmhouse. He bought them immediately and put them on fully armed. The next day, he walked outside without fear of the cold wind and heavy snow. However, although the straw sandals were strong, they could not withstand the cold.
So he had to flex and stretch his toes every time he took a step, trying not to let the ice and snow freeze his toes.
During the three days of the journey, Wang Chao's feet suffered the most.
After finally climbing to the top of a mountain, he looked around and saw that the tree trunks were bare and covered with ice. There was a bleak winter scene everywhere.
Wang Chao had already visited the hometown of the great man in the morning. Now he climbed to the top of the highest mountain nearby. Facing the north wind, his raincoat was blown and crackled. He was full of pride and couldn't help but think of the song "Qinyuanchunxue".
"This feeling and this scene..." After standing on the top of the mountain for a long time, Wang Chao walked down from the other side of the mountain and continued to move forward step by step to the southwest.
After walking for more than a month, Wang Chao finally reached 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, and there was mud everywhere. Walking step by step, it just confirmed the artistic conception of bending and wading through mud.
At the beginning, Wang Chao was still not used to it. But gradually 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 carried a card with hundreds of thousands of yuan, so he was not short of money.
But the hat, raincoat and straw sandals were never changed.
He trudged along the way, mostly walking on mountain paths or deserted country paths, rarely meeting people and talking to each other. The silence, silence and walking along the way made Wang Chao gradually forget the hustle and bustle of the world, and his mind flew into the world.
As he walked step by step, he naturally followed the boxing ideas and forms, up and down, forgetting everything, leaving only the many essentials and movements of boxing.
There were many mountain mists in the Yunnan-Guizhou area, so Wang Chao would naturally waste a lot of time if he didn't take the main road. Moreover, every time he arrived at a place, he would pay homage to the revolutionary journey of those predecessors in those days, so the journey was slow. Until March and April when the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, he only reached Zunyi, Guizhou.
In early May, Wang Chao crossed Chishui and entered Sichuan.
In the past few months, his body had been tempered by the wind and frost, and his originally slightly white skin had turned gray-brown. However, he slept in the wind and rain all the way, and his body not only did not collapse, but became stronger and stronger, and his steps became more and more powerful.
While walking silently, Wang Chao sometimes closed his eyes, and in the deep silence of his mind, he could even hear the sound of water flowing in his blood vessels.
That was the blood in the blood vessels, which circulated continuously throughout the body under the action of the heart.
When the kung fu reached a subtle level, one could hear the blood flowing like a mountain spring.
Wang Chao didn't know whether it was because of the silent practice these days that he had inadvertently reached the point where his kung fu was subtle and deep into his internal organs. He didn't care. His body had fully matched every essence of boxing, and his mind was completely immersed in the spirit that moved countless people in the last century.
Sichuan was close to the plateau, and the roads were more precipitous than those in Guizhou. They were often winding mountain roads, a road that meandered through the undulating mountains, like a giant dragon with no end in sight.
The weather was getting hot, but Wang Chao didn't feel it.
He only felt that his body and mind were like a rough piece of uncut jade. Every step he took was like a process of polishing and carving, and removing impurities, which gradually revealed the pure simplicity and clear and crystal brilliance of his body and mind.
During the nearly half-year of walking, Wang Chao only felt a little difficult and hard at the beginning, but later, he felt more and more comfortable. After forgetting the hustle and bustle of the world, the release of his mind seemed to make him feel much more relaxed. He thought about the experience of some predecessors in the boxing classics, "Practicing boxing should be more and more comfortable, if you feel bitter, it is wrong." He knew that he was practicing right. The mountains became more and more dangerous, the roads became steeper and steeper, the rivers under the mountain stream became more and more turbulent, and the sun in the sky became more and more scorching. Under such harsh conditions, Wang Chao's daily trek became really difficult, but this was not because of mistakes in the daily walking process, which was entirely caused by the external environment and conditions. In mid-June, Wang Chao meandered along the Dadu River, and the customs and customs of the towns he passed by gradually changed. Occasionally, he could see Tibetans wearing different clothes from the Han nationality. Finally, on this day, the towering mountains in front of him had white snow on the top of the mountains. These mountains appeared in front of Wang Chao, completely blocking the way forward. These were snow-capped mountains. Wang Chao looked at the huge and insurmountable snow-capped mountains and knew that the journey ahead would be ten or a hundred times more difficult than the road he had walked before.
The Long March had just begun.