Romance of Dragons and Snakes

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Wang Chao went into the woods in the dark mountains, it is now June weather, the climate in the mountains is humid, very hot, it is also the rainy season, the rainwater fell through the gap in the woods, soaking the dead leaves of the ground into dirty rotten black mud.

Between the dead branches and the muddy leaves, Wang Super can often see a long snake wandering around in it. Some of these snakes have flat heads, some have triangles, and their bodies are often dark green or black or white. At first glance, they know that they are highly toxic.

In order to prevent himself from being bitten by a snake, Wang Chao every step is carefully winged, his pores all over his body drummed up, his standing sweat like a single detector, slightly feeling all the movement within five or six steps.

He was still wearing fitted fittings, clothes and grass shoes. Just had an extra bamboo stick in my hand to probe the road. The original grass shoes, clothes and fittings had broken down over six months of walking. Wang Chao bought them in a town in Sichuan.

Since the first day, Wang Chao has had a deep affection for the fitted clothes, clothes and grass shoes.

Because wearing them, walking down the road and not finding a hint of modern smoke makes his mind particularly pure.

“Bamboo wand shoes triumph over the horse, and the smoke and rain leaves a lifetime.” In the mood of the emptiness, he washed away any discomfort on his body.

After walking one day and one night, the next morning, Wang Chao finally walked to a large rock prominent at the waist of the half mountain. At this time, he looked at the distance of the road, and the town river became a shrinking scroll, hazy in the mist. Someone else feels like an illusion.

Suddenly, a round of red sun jumped, sweeping away all the mist and illuminating the road behind you.

“Hung Guan slowed down like iron, and now the steps start all over again. ”

Wang Chao's thoughts suddenly burst into a luxurious mayhem.

The mind is the emptiness of "a cloud of smoke and rain for life”, but it means the rigidity of “the Hung Guan Lane is true as iron”. This heart and heart, like the muscles and fur, is tightened and synthesized into a large yin and yang.

Wang Chao turned to Chaoyang and took a deep breath, then spit out.

The sun gradually rose and the rocks began to burn. Wang Chao dragged his clothes down and lay them flat on the rocks, after which the whole person fell asleep in the warmth of the ocean.

This is half a mountain waist, far from the top of the mountain, the further to the top of the mountain, the harsher the climate, the snow, to go through, even if King exceeds his current physical strength, it is nine lives. He had to take care of his energy.

After a long time, Wang Super gradually felt a hint of chill. He naturally woke up from his sleep and looked up at the sky. He didn't know when the sun would set again. He was covered by a cloud of clouds. The cold wind blew in, and others were cold.

The clothes were already sun-dried. After wearing them, a few sticky rice cakes and a bottle of dried bamboo vegetables were removed from the paper bag behind them. This was the prepared dried food. Finding the dried branch leaves nearby, a pile of fire was raised, and they were cooked before they could be roasted, giving off a warm, glutinous rice scent.

Wang Chao drank four meals at a time. After drinking a bottle of water, he moved his body and felt full of energy.

Boom! Boom! At this point, there was a dull thunder in the sky, a lightning bolt, like a silver snake.

Wang Chao quickly found a dry stone basin to sit on. The basin is very small and shallow, and can only accommodate one or two people, but enough to shelter from the rain.

The thunder rolled in and the rain poured out.

Boom! Another huge thunderbolt shook the mountain, and after the thunderbolt, it was the aftersound, surrounding the heavens and the earth.

Gradually, Wang Chao listened to this thunderbolt and remembered the thunderbolt of the medullary tiger leopard.

So he moves unconsciously through every muscle and bone in his body.

Tiger Leopard Thunder Shake, two years ago, Tang Zidu specifically cooperated with him to try and refresh his memory. It's just that he didn't have enough kung fu to move every bone muscle in his body.

But now, shaking again, it doesn't feel so hard.

Wang Chao knew that during the past six months of walking, Kung Fu's luck gradually reached the slightest realm.

In the slow jitter shake, Wang Chao's ears gradually heard his skeleton make regular buzzing sound, accompanied by the flow of blood in the veins like mountain springs, which is actually a little similar to the thunder surrounding the heavens and the earth.

Heavy rain poured outside, thunder blasted one after the other, Wang Chao listened carefully, finally the surname closed his eyes, there was no clutter in his heart, only the sound of thunder rolling between heaven and earth and the oscillation of his body's bones, blood flow with simulated thunder sound.

In the end, Wang Super gradually felt that the thunder sounds of his body simulation and the thunder sounds emitted between heaven and earth were indistinguishable from each other and completely merged together.

I don't know how long later, the thunder in the sky gradually stopped, the sound of rain dropping stopped, and Wang Chao closed his eyes to feel a light.

Open your eyes, walk out of the stone depths, red said to rise, river mountains red, it is another morning!

In the morning after the rain, the air was fresh and the trees under the mountains were particularly lush, as if they were flowing out of juice.

“The yin and yang merged into thunder, thunder came out of the mountains, and all things erupted. ”

Wang Chao suddenly learned a little, “The heart is pure as red, the mind is strong as steel. The muscles are soft as cotton and the fur strikes like iron sand. This inner and outer, two yin and yang, yesterday cooperated, internal and external, inspired by the heavens and the earth. Like thunder on that day, it brings out the thunder in your body. Magic and mysterious and real. It's incredible. ”

Wang Chao felt that his body seemed a little more empty and steady than it was yesterday.

Don't push like the clouds float with the wind and dance lightly.

As the meteorite falls, the trick sinks.

Shaking arms, kicking legs, bouncing, all make a crisp noise, like breaking bamboo.

“My brightness has completely reached the upper level of kung fu. ”

Wang Chao knew that his painstaking cultivation over the past six months was almost a disengagement from the world's hustle and bustle, his mind was purified, and his will was touched by the spirit of the last century. He concentrated a little bit as firm as steel.

All this water to the canal, just yesterday under the guidance of the sounds of landmines, a thunderous sound was extracted and the muscles were initially practiced.

This is the "knot string” in the boxing scriptures.

Reaching this level, even at the height of brightness.

Without six months of mental cultivation, you wouldn't be in nature, handing over thunderbolts. If in the hustle and bustle of the world, every day faced with the turbulent fluctuations of interpersonal interaction and life, Wang Chao would have to get to this point, not knowing how long it would take.

Probably more and more dust on the mind, confusion and noise, impure, unclear, unclean. You'll never understand.

Standing quietly in the face of Chaoyang for a while, Wang Chao loaded his coat, put on his gown, and started the road forward again.

Many of the mountains in Sichuan are soaring into the clouds. The cloud fog and rain are only at the waist of the mountain, then up, which is the snow that doesn't spend all year. After walking for half a day, Wang Chao finally entered the mountain deserted area, the mountain road was steep and had to be climbed up with his hands and feet.

Thick ice and snow piled on the rock was caught by Wang Chao, cold and cold, penetrating the heart and lungs. Wang Chao's hand was numb before he reached the top of the mountain.

Fortunately, he had experience walking in the cold and snow, and his health was strong, and his steps were smooth with oil on the water tank, and there was no danger along the way.

It's just the wind on the top of the mountain, the mountain is in June, the top of the mountain seems to be a cold winter moon, the wind actually rolls snowflakes, which forced him to take off the cloak cover, lest the wind bubble people down the cliff.

It's just this bland snowy road with no clutter, looking down, and no way to see when it comes. Up and down, down and down, which makes people feel like they can't help themselves to create a fear.

After removing his coat, Wang Super felt the cold all over his body. His muscles all over him seemed to be stiff into ice sculptures. The sky gradually darkened, and he could no longer recognize the road. He had to stop, lest he step on his feet and fall into the abyss of millions.

Found a slump to escape the wind, wrapped himself in a bunch of clothes, Wang Chao ate something, drank some snow water, and closed his eyes to support God.

The long night is too late, anxious waiting is a greater torment, towards the dark sky outside, listening to the whirring wind, Wang Super heart even created a doubt, will the sky light up? Can you walk out of this snowy mountain alive?

Loneliness, cold, wind, wait, night, fatigue, and physical stiffness all breed a sense of despair in Wang's heart.

“It was a miracle that the Red Army Long March, crossing these snowy mountains, couldn't be better than me. It was also a grass shoe with legs tied. It had no special equipment, but it was able to do so successfully. This is the path they took back then. I have no reason not to go there? ”

When I think of it, it is not a dead end, but a path that was taken by my predecessors, all the negative emotions in Wang's super heart have been dispelled.

“It does not seem that my will is as indestructible as I imagined.” A long sigh of sigh, in order to avoid being frozen into ice sculpture for a long time, Wang Super's body trembled in a regular fashion and shivered into thunder.

Finally suffered the dawn, Wang super jittery spirit, forgot everything, get up on the road, step by step calm and strong, clear the road, hard trek.

After two days and one night of life and death, Wang Chao finally succeeded in overcoming this snow mountain, which stretched to the bottom edge, with tourist areas and some attractions. However, Wang Chao did not pass, but went straight to the nearby town along an unmanned path.

This trip has been to the edge of countless lives and deaths. Wang Zhuoxing felt his feelings in the center of despair and learned many lessons.

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

With the previous experience, a snow mountain was trampled by Wang Chao.

Every time he stepped on a snow mountain, Wang Chao felt that his heart and will were much stronger. Until finally, Wang Chao even thought that nothing in the world could shake his will and heart.

By the time of September's Golden Autumn Festival, Wang Chao finally walked out of Sichuan and came to the grass of the river's Tibetan border.

Although the grassland road is not as difficult as the snow mountain, it is more difficult to walk, looking all the way through the water, grass marshes and mud, people walk on muddy roads, often mud water floods the trousers, their knees are deep. After each step is lifted, carefully step on it like thin ice.

Wang Superhand grabbed another stick, poking the ground in front of him from time to time, to avoid falling into the swamp.

Stepping on the grass, the footsteps are soft and shaky, and the whole person is like walking a wire.

Wang Chao still brings chow, dried vegetables, and water. Lightly assemble in formation. In the meadow, even the grass shoes didn't work. In the end, Wang Chaosho had a pair of red feet.

On the grass, sometimes the rain pours, and sometimes the hail falls and sometimes the sky highs. Once again, there is no place to hide.

Wang Super's face was strong and his face remained the same, as if he were a statue of stone since ancient times. It's just a regular step by step.

His clothes were already diluted, westerly, moving and hanging on his body, poorer than the most wretched flowers.

Between the broken clothes reveals muscles and skin like fine iron trunks.

On the fifth day into the meadow, Wang Chao had cut off food and water, and felt the Red Army's strain.

But his will did not fluctuate at all, and his heart seemed to be connected to the whole heavens and the earth. When the rain fell, he raised his head and swallowed his mouth wide. Hungry in the stomach, grab the vegetables and eat them raw.

Ten days later, the mud in the meadows gradually diminished. The grass grew thicker, and in the distance of the blue sky clouds emerged a bigger, higher mountain.

Though past the grass, the future is still blue sky, white clouds, mountains. There are no towns.

Wang Chao finally lost some support, some asthma, knew he had entered the Qingtian Plateau.

“This asthma doesn't know it's not a plateau reaction. ”

Wang Chao sat down on a big rock. The stone he sat on was big and square. The blue stone was white and very hard. The same stones were scattered around him.

The sun shone down in the sky, and Wang Chao suddenly felt some dizziness.

He wants to lie down and sleep.

“Can't lie down!” Wang Chao warned himself. But there are no people, no towns.

At this time, suddenly a crisp young girl's song came from a distance, Wang Chao struggled with spirit, and he saw at the sound of the song, a herd of cows and sheep, holding a herding Tibetan girl.

Young girls sing in Tibetan, Wang Chao doesn't understand, but the tune of the song is very familiar.

“Yanjing's golden mountains shine everywhere!!!!

[* * *] is that golden sun!!!!!

How warm! How merciful!

Light the hearts of our serfs!!!!!!! ”

Listening to this Tibetan song, an unnamed emotion and spirit suddenly filled Wang Chao's body, he also let go of his throat and sang with the tune of the young girl in Chinese.

When the girl heard the song, she rushed over to the sheep herd and looked at Wang Chao like this. She took the souffle tea out of her bag and handed it to him.

Wang super throat knot rolled, large mouth swallowed.

After swallowing, his spirit shook, smiling at the Tibetan girl, the Tibetan girl also smiled, let go of the singing throat and sang.

Wang Chao was in the singing voice. In the moment, his mind seemed to fly over the distant nine days. His body trembled, he stood up, his left hand held his fist, his waist fell on his elbow. Tap, punch out.

His whole body moved like a python, and his hair, which hadn't shaved for a long time, blew up like an electric shock.

With this vigour, his whole body boiled and he swung towards his fist.

Just as all the breath gathered on his fist pores, Wang Super unintentionally loosened his hand, as if suddenly digging open the embankment of his mouth, rushing out and hitting the stone sitting down.

Bang! The stone crumbs were flying, the hard rock was punched by Wang Chao into a deep recess, and many pinhole-like caves appeared in the recess, as well as a lot of wet sweat.

Wang Chao's fist was intact.

Softness, heart and compassion, intention and qi, qi and strength! Dark hair, like a needle!

Dark power, finally!