In the process of walking day after day, Wang Hua closed his eyes, and in the depths of his soul, his divine consciousness moved, and he could even perceive that a thousand meters away, the changes of flowers, grass, sand and stones, and even the blue sky and white jade in the sky were perfectly displayed in the depths of his soul.

Wang Hua didn't know if it was because of his walking these days, his mind had undergone a deformation, and he had inadvertently reached the point where his spiritual power was meticulous and he could perceive kilometers.

He didn't care, his body and mind were completely immersed in heaven and earth.

The snowy plateau, with an average altitude of 5,000 meters, is the land of the ancestral dragon in the world, the road is steeper than any place, a winding mountain road, "seventy-two turns" is like a long dragon winding in the mountains.

The weather gradually got colder, and Wang Hua didn't feel it. He just felt that his mind was like a rough piece of jade, and every step he took seemed to polish on top of his own piece of jade, which was a process of dispelling distracting thoughts in his heart, making his heart gradually become pure and see his original self clearly.

In this nearly half a year of hiking, Wang Hua only felt a little difficult and difficult at the beginning, but later, his mind was completely opened, and he felt that fighting with the sky and the earth was endless, and he was more and more comfortable, forgetting the hustle and bustle of the world, and after fame and fortune, his soul was completely freed, making his whole person feel light, and the whole person was much more relaxed all of a sudden.

He remembered Sakurai Zixiang's experience in "Zixiang Records": "The way of refining qi senses heaven and earth, follows the principle of the avenue, and the more you practice, the more comfortable you feel, it can be regarded as the right cultivation, if you feel bitter all the time, it must be wrong." ”

He knew that he was cultivating right.

As we go deeper, the mountain gets higher and more dangerous, the road gets steeper and steeper, and the snow on the mountain gets thicker and colder.

Under such harsh conditions, Wang Hua's daily hiking has become really difficult, not because his body has been injured in the process of walking, but completely because of the external environment and objective conditions.

At the beginning of July, in the deepest part of the snowy plateau, there are large snow-capped mountains in front of you, with an average altitude of more than 6,000 meters.

These snow-capped mountains completely block the way forward. Wang Hua looked up at the insurmountable snow-capped mountains, and knew in his heart that the journey ahead was more than ten times more difficult than any road he had walked before.

The real suffering has only just begun.

Wang Hua began to climb the snow-capped mountain at an altitude of more than 6,000 meters, and it is now July, which is the most unsuitable time for climbing, because the snow on the mountain is melting, and there is a danger of avalanche all the time.

In order to prevent avalanches, Wang Hua was cautious with every step he took, the wind was blowing all over his body, his consciousness was released, his nerves were tense, and the spiritual silk released was like a detector, feeling all the movements around him.

Wang Hua was still wearing the shabby sheepskin coat, a sheepskin hat on his head, a pair of straw sandals, and a soul drum pinned to his waist.

From the desert to the snow-capped mountains, Wang Hua had a deep affection for sheepskin coats, sheepskin fur and straw sandal suits.

Because wearing them and walking on the road, he can't find the slightest smoke and fire breath of modern society, which makes his heart particularly pure.

"The Son of Heaven couldn't get on the boat, and claimed that his ministers were immortals in wine. In the ethereal state of mind, he washed away any discomfort in his body, and there was a smell of being far away from the world and fluttering like a fairy.

The thick ice and snow piled up on the rocks were caught by Wang Hua and injured, cold and piercing, soaking his heart and spleen, and before he reached the top of the mountain, Wang Hua's body was already numb.

Fortunately, Wang Hua was physically strong and had innate qi to protect his body, so there was no danger all the way up.

It's just that the wind on the mountain is strong, and although it is July now, in the middle of summer, it seems that the mountain is like a cold winter wax moon, and the wind is wrapped in snowflakes whistling, as if they are cold and sharp knives.

Wang Hua had to wrap his sheepskin coat tightly and take off his hat at the same time, so as not to be caught by the wind and blow people off the cliff.

It's just that this endless vast snow-capped mountain, without the slightest variegation, looking down, a vast expanse, and you can't see the way you came, you can't go up, you can't go down, it's difficult to ride a tiger, which makes people involuntarily fearful.

Despite wrapping the sheepskin coat tightly, Wang Hua still felt extremely cold, and the muscles up and down his body became very stiff, as if they were about to freeze.

The sky gradually darkened, and he had to stop, lest he step on the air and fall, and never recover.

Finding a mountain col where he could shelter from the wind, Wang Hua wrapped himself in a sheepskin coat, ate a little beef jerky, drank a little snow water, crossed his knees, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The long night is not over, and waiting is sometimes a greater ordeal.

Looking at the pitch-black sky outside and listening to the sound of ghosts crying wolf-like winds, Wang Hua even had a doubt in his heart, will the sky be bright, will he be able to get out of this snowy mountain alive?

Loneliness, cold, strong winds, waiting, fatigue, and the gradual stiffness of his body all gave rise to a sense of despair in Wang Hua's heart.

"Back then, the old man Wang Tianlong fought for more than 20,000 miles, climbed snow-capped mountains, and waded into Daze, and his health was not necessarily better than mine, and he didn't even have decent cold clothes, but he finally succeeded in overcoming these difficulties, which is really a miracle. They were able to climb over the snowy mountains back then, and I have no reason why I can't get over. Thinking of the experience of the old man Wang Tianlong, Wang Hua's heart ignited hope, and all the negative emotions in his heart were dispelled a lot at once.

"It seems that after so many days of penance, my will is not as indestructible as I imagined. With a long sigh, in order to prevent his body from being frozen into an ice sculpture, Wang Hua kept running his innate qi.

Finally, after waiting until dawn, Wang Hua shook his spirits, forgot everything, got up and went on the road, his steps were steady, and he trekked hard.

After three days and three nights of climbing, on the morning of the fourth day, Wang Hua finally climbed over a snow-capped mountain with an altitude of 6,800 meters with difficulty, and walked to the col on the top of the mountain to take shelter from the wind temporarily.

At this time, looking around, the surrounding snow-capped mountains, mountains and rivers are all at the feet, shrinking into a picture scroll, which makes people feel like a dream, and has the artistic conception of climbing to the top of the small world.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains and small ......"

Wang Hua stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain and muttered to himself, and a majestic thought suddenly poured out of his heart, and an ethereal power blessed his body.