Chapter 53 A Heart as Pure as a Child, a Will as Strong as Steel (Part 2)

Wang Chao entered the vast mountain forest. It was June, and the climate in the mountains was humid and very hot. It was also the rainy season. The rain fell through the gaps in the woods, soaking the dead branches and leaves on the ground into smelly, rotten black mud. Wang Chao entered the vast mountain forest. It was June, and the climate in the mountains was humid and very hot. It was also the rainy season. The rain fell through the gaps in the woods, soaking the dead branches and leaves on the ground into smelly, rotten black mud.

Among the dead branches and leaves, Wang Chao could often see long snakes running around. Some of these snakes had flat heads, some had triangular heads, and their bodies were often dark green, black, or black and white. It was obvious that they were highly poisonous.

In order to prevent himself from being bitten by a snake, Wang Chao took every step carefully. The pores on his body bulged, and the erected sweat hairs were like detectors, gently sensing all the movements within five or six steps.

He still wore a bamboo hat, a straw raincoat, and straw sandals. But he had a bamboo stick in his hand for exploring the road. The original straw sandals, straw raincoat, and bamboo hat had broken down after walking for half a year. Wang Chao bought this new one in a town in Sichuan.

From the first day, Wang Chao had a deep affection for this set of bamboo hat, straw raincoat, and straw sandals.

Because when he put them on and walked on the road, he could not find any modern smoke and dust, which made his heart particularly pure.

"A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, and a straw raincoat can protect you from the rain and mist for the rest of your life." The ethereal state of mind washed away any discomfort in his body.

After walking for a day and a night, Wang Chao finally reached a large protruding rock halfway up the mountain the next morning. At this time, he looked around and saw that the town and river in the distance had become a miniature scroll, hazy in the mist. It felt like a dream.

Suddenly, a fiery red sun jumped up, swept away all the mist, and illuminated the road behind him.

"The long road ahead is as hard as iron, but now I start over again."

A surge of heroic spirit suddenly surged in Wang Chao's mind.

His heart was as ethereal as "a raincoat and a rain hat to face the rain all my life", but his mind was as strong as "the long road ahead is as hard as iron". This heart and mind, like bones and fur, loosen and tighten, combined into a big yin and yang.

Wang Chao took a deep breath towards the rising sun, and then exhaled.

The sun gradually rose, and the stones began to get hot. Wang Chao pulled down his clothes and spread them on the stones, and then he fell asleep in the warm breath.

This was halfway up the mountain, still far from the top of the mountain. The higher you get to the top of the mountain, the colder the weather and the more snow you get. To get through, even with Wang Chao's current physical fitness, it would be a life-and-death struggle. He had to keep his energy up.

After a long time, Wang Chao gradually felt a chill and woke up naturally from his sleep. He looked up at the sky. He didn't know when the sun had sunk again and was covered by a dark cloud. The cool breeze blew over, making people feel cold.

The clothes had been dried long ago. After putting them on, he took out a few glutinous rice cakes, a bamboo tube of dried vegetables and a bottle of water from the oil paper bag behind him. These were the dry food he prepared. He found dry branches and leaves nearby and lit a fire. Soon the cakes were baked and exuded the aroma of hot glutinous rice.

Wang Chao ate four of them in one breath with dried vegetables. After drinking a bottle of water, he moved his body and felt full of energy.

Boom! At this moment, a dull thunder sounded in the sky, and lightning danced like a silver snake.

Wang Chao quickly found a dry stone pit and sat down. The stone pit was very small and shallow, and could only accommodate one or two people, but it was enough to shelter from the rain.

Amid the rolling thunder, the heavy rain outside poured down.

Boom! Another huge thunder blast shook the earth and mountains. After the thunder blast, the after-sound lingered between heaven and earth.

Gradually, Wang Chao listened to the thunder sound and remembered the tiger and leopard thunder sound of marrow refining.

So he unconsciously moved every muscle and bone in his body.

The shaking method of tiger and leopard thunder sound was fresh in his memory when Tang Zichen had cooperated with him to try it two years ago, but his kung fu was not practiced to the point where he could move every bone and muscle in his body.

But now, shaking again, there is no feeling of difficulty.

Wang Chao knew that this was because his kung fu had gradually reached a subtle level in his walking process in the past six months.

In the slow shaking and oscillation, Wang Chao gradually heard the regular buzzing sound of his bones in his ears, which, combined with the sound of gurgling blood flowing in his blood vessels like a mountain spring, was somewhat similar to the after-sound of thunder sound lingering between heaven and earth outside.

It was pouring rain outside, and thunders were blasting one after another. Wang Chao listened carefully, and finally closed his eyes. There was no distraction in his mind, only the rolling thunder sound from the sky and the vibration of his body joints, and the simulated thunder sound with the blood flow.

In the end, Wang Chao gradually felt that the thunder sound simulated by his body was indistinguishable from the thunder sound from the sky and the sky, and they were completely integrated together.

I don't know how long it took, the thunder in the sky gradually stopped, and the sound of raindrops stopped, and Wang Chao closed his eyes and felt a bright light.

Opening his eyes and walking out of the stone pit, the red sun rose in the east, the mountains and rivers were red, and it was another morning!

The morning after the rain, the air was fresh, and the trees under the mountain were particularly lush, green as if they were about to flow out of juice.

"Yin and Yang blend to form thunder, thunder comes out of the mountains, and all things sprout."

Wang Chao suddenly had a glimmer of understanding, "The mind is as pure as a baby, and the mind is as strong as steel. The bones are soft as cotton, and the fur is as strong as iron sand. This inner and outer, two yin and yang, just matched yesterday, the inner and outer lead, inspired by the heaven and earth, like the thunder in the sky, it led out the thunder sound in my body. Mysterious and real, it is really wonderful."

After moving his body, practicing one move after another facing the rising sun, Wang Chao felt that his body seemed to be more ethereal and stable than yesterday.

Without strength, it is like floating clouds floating with the wind, dancing lightly.

When using strength, it is like a meteorite falling to the ground, with great force.

Swinging arms and arms, kicking legs and bouncing body, all make crisp explosions, as powerful as breaking bamboo.

"My Ming Jin has completely reached the upper level of Kung Fu."

Wang Chao knew that his hard training in the past six months had almost freed him from the hustle and bustle of the world, and his mind was purified. His will was also condensed bit by bit and became as firm as steel under the inspiration of the spirit of the last century.

All this came naturally. Under the guidance of the thunder sound of heaven and earth yesterday, he immediately brought out the thunder sound and initially trained his muscles and bones.

This is the "joint connection" in the boxing classics.

Achieving this state is considered to have reached the peak of Ming Jin.

If there had not been six months of spiritual cultivation, he would not have been able to connect with the thunder sound in nature. If he had been in the noisy world, facing the chaotic interpersonal relationships and the twists and turns of life every day, it would have taken Wang Chao no idea how long it would take to reach this point.

It is very likely that the dust on his mind is getting more and more, and his thoughts are chaotic and noisy. His heart is impure, unclear, and unclean, and he will never feel it.

After standing quietly facing the morning sun for a while, Wang Chao put on his raincoat and hat and started on the road ahead again.

Many mountains in Sichuan are towering into the clouds. The clouds and rain are only halfway up the mountain. Going up, there is snow that never melts. After walking for half a day, Wang Chao finally entered the uninhabited area of ​​the high mountains. The mountain road was steep, and he had to climb up with his hands and feet.

The thick ice and snow piled on the rocks were caught in Wang Chao's hands. It was cold and soaked into his heart and lungs. Before reaching the top of the mountain, Wang Chao's hands were numb.

Fortunately, he had experience walking in the cold snow, and he was strong. He could walk steadily even if he rubbed oil on the water tank. There was no danger all the way up.

It was just that the wind on the top of the mountain was strong. It was June at the foot of the mountain, but it seemed like the cold winter on the top of the mountain. The wind actually rolled up snowflakes, which forced him to take off his raincoat and hat to avoid being blown off the cliff by the wind.

It was just this endless white snow road without any color. Looking down, he couldn't see the way he came. Unable to go up or down, this makes people feel terrified.

After taking off the raincoat, Wang Chao felt extremely cold all over, and his muscles seemed to be stiffened into ice sculptures. The sky gradually darkened, and he could no longer recognize the road. He had to stop to avoid stepping into the abyss.

After finding a depression that could avoid the strong wind, Wang Chao wrapped himself up in the raincoat, ate some food, drank some snow water, and closed his eyes to rest.

The long night was delayed, and the anxious waiting was a greater torture. Looking at the dark sky outside and listening to the whistling wind, Wang Chao even had a doubt in his heart, whether the day would come? Can he walk out of this snowy mountain alive?

Loneliness, cold, strong wind, waiting, darkness, fatigue, and gradually stiff body all made Wang Chao feel desperate.

"Those Red Army soldiers who crossed these snow-capped mountains during the Long March were not necessarily in better physical condition than me. They also wore straw sandals and leggings, and had no special equipment, but they were able to successfully cross them. It was a miracle. This is the road they walked on back then. There is no reason why I can't go over there?"

When Wang Chao thought that this was not a dead end, but a road that had been walked by predecessors, all the negative emotions in his heart were driven away.

"It seems that my will is not as indestructible as I imagined." He sighed for a long time. In order to avoid being frozen into an ice sculpture due to long-term inactivity, Wang Chao's body trembled regularly, and then trembled into thunder.

Finally, the bitterness lasted until dawn. Wang Chao shook his spirits, forgot everything, got up and set off, step by step steadily and powerfully, recognized the road, and trudged hard.

After two days and one night of life and death, Wang Chao finally successfully crossed the snow-capped mountain. The snow-capped mountain stretched to the edge below, where tourist areas and some attractions appeared. However, Wang Chao did not go over there, but walked straight to the nearby town along the uninhabited path.

This trip over the mountain was simply hovering on the edge of countless life and death. Wang Chao carefully felt his despair and learned a lot of lessons.

After resting for a few days and recovering his body, Wang Chao set out again and headed for another snow-capped mountain.

With the previous experience, Wang Chao stepped on every snow-capped mountain.

Every time he stepped on a snow-capped mountain, Wang Chao felt that his heart and will were much clearer and firmer. Until the end, Wang Chao even thought that there was nothing in the world that could shake his will and soul.

In the golden autumn of September, Wang Chao finally walked out of Sichuan and came to the grassland at the junction of Sichuan and Tibet.

Although the road on the grassland was not as dangerous as the snow-capped mountains, it was more difficult to walk. Looking all the way, there were water grass, swamps and mud everywhere. People walking on the muddy road often had mud and water submerged their trouser legs and knee-deep. After each step, you had to lift it up and step down carefully, as if walking on thin ice.

Wang Chao took another stick in his hand and poked the ground in front from time to time to avoid falling into the swamp.

Stepping on the grass, people's footsteps were soft and swaying, and the whole person was like walking on a tightrope.

Wang Chao still brought glutinous rice cakes, dried vegetables and water, and went into battle lightly. On this grassland, even straw sandals were useless. In the end, Wang Chao simply went barefoot.

On the grassland, sometimes it rained heavily, sometimes hail fell, and sometimes the sun was shining. It was endless, and there was no place to hide.

Wang Chao's face was firm and his expression remained unchanged, just like a stone statue from ancient times, just taking steps step by step in a regular manner.

His clothes had long been tattered, hanging on his body in pieces, and he was poorer than the most destitute beggar.

Between the tattered clothes, the tendons and skin like fine iron trunks were revealed.

On the fifth day of entering the grassland, Wang Chao had been out of food and water, and felt the embarrassment of the Red Army back then.

However, his will did not fluctuate at all, and his heart seemed to be connected with the whole world. As the rain fell, he looked up and swallowed in big mouthfuls. He was hungry, so he grabbed wild vegetables and ate them raw.

Ten days later, the mud and swamps on the meadow gradually decreased. The meadow became more lush, and in the distance of the blue sky and white clouds, larger and taller mountains appeared.

Although he passed the meadow, the future was still blue sky and white clouds, and mountains. There were no towns.

Wang Chao finally couldn't support it anymore, and he was a little breathless, knowing that he had entered the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

"I don't know if this breathlessness is a reaction to the altitude."

Wang Chao sat down on a big rock. The rock he sat on was big and square, with white in the green, very hard, and the same rocks were scattered around.

The sun in the sky shone down fiercely, and Wang Chao suddenly felt a little dizzy.

He wanted to lie down and sleep.

"I can't lie down!" Wang Chao warned himself. But there was no one or town around.

At this moment, a clear girl's singing voice suddenly came from a distance. Wang Chao struggled to wake up and looked towards the singing. There was a Tibetan girl grazing among a group of cattle and sheep. The girl's singing was in Tibetan, which Wang Chao could not 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! Illuminate the hearts of our serfs!..." Listening to this Tibetan song, an inexplicable feeling of emotion and spirit suddenly filled Wang Chao's body. He also opened his voice and sang in Chinese following the girl's tune. The girl heard the song and drove the sheep over. Seeing Wang Chao like this, she took out butter tea from her leather bag and handed it to him. Wang Chao's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed it in big mouthfuls. After swallowing, he was refreshed and smiled at the Tibetan girl. The Tibetan girl also smiled and sang again. Wang Chao was singing, and in an instant, his mind seemed to fly to the distant nine heavens. His body trembled, and he stood up, clenched his left fist, lowered his waist and elbow, and punched out.

His muscles moved like a python, and his hair, which had not been shaved for a long time, seemed to explode as if it was electrocuted.

With this force, the breath of his whole body boiled and rushed to his fist.

Just when all the breath was condensed in the pores of his fist, Wang Chao's hand loosened unintentionally, as if a dam was suddenly opened, and the force rushed out and hit the stone under his seat.

Bang! Stone chips flew everywhere, and Wang Chao punched a deep dent in the hard rock, and many small pinhole-like holes appeared in the dent, and there was a lot of wet sweat.

Wang Chao's fist was intact.

Loose and soft, heart and mind, mind and qi, qi and force! The dark force burst out, and the force was as strong as a needle!

The dark force was finally practiced!