The third day before departure.

Lu Yu basically didn't do anything, he took Liu Watermelon to Disneyland again during the day, and at night he had a meal with Xia Wanqiu and Tang Mengmeng at home and talked for a while.

The next day.

It was only in November that there was a sudden heavy snowfall.

The first snow in Jianghai was not big, only fine snowflakes.

Lu Yu got up at five o'clock in the morning, carried a simple bag, changed into the long-dusted Liberation brand rubber shoes and military coat, did not alarm anyone, took Lu Fengxian and Wu Meiniang, and left Jianghai.

Didn't take any transport, but walked.

Just like when he came a few years ago, he was alone, with a dog and a falcon, and at that time, it was about the same snow.

Lu Yu stepped on the road in the southwest direction on foot.

At first, it was a city, and after about three days of walking, the village was faintly visible.

This year, the south is a once-in-a-century snow disaster, and it has been snowing for three consecutive days, and there is no trend of clearing.

The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board, and treating all living beings as fish and meat. Thousands of miles of snow will make the firmament a furnace, and melt everything into silver.

Such heavy snowfall, not to mention the country roads, and even the pedestrians and vehicles in the city have dropped by more than half compared to usual.

Heaven and earth are dissolved in loneliness.

Lu Yu didn't have a specific route, so he walked to the southwest, deliberately avoiding the big city, not staying in the store at night, sleeping in the open air, and two days later, he completely left the big city and walked into the mountain and forest paths.

With his strength and physical strength, except for six hours of sleep, the rest of the time was spent on the trek.

You can walk about 150 to 200 kilometers a day.

As for food, except for the dry food that he carried with him and the supplies of the chicken gizzards along the way, he basically relied on hunting.

Anyway, there is a horn bow, Wu Meiniang and Lu Fengxian, so there is no need to worry about not being able to hit the prey.

In a trance, I returned to the days when I was still in Changbai Mountain.

At first, I was definitely not used to it, but after a few days, I gradually got used to it.

The farther away from the city, the calmer and more ethereal his heart becomes.

Seven days later, he came to Shaoshan along the Xiangshui.

In the morning, I paid homage to the hometown of the great man, and at noon I climbed to the top of the highest mountain nearby, facing the north wind, the military coat was blown crackling, blowing the wind, watching the big scene, Lu Yu's heart rose with pride, and I couldn't help but think of Mao Taizu's spring snow in Qinyuan.

"It must be a sunny day, look at the red dress, which is extremely enchanting. Mountain dance silver snake, original Chi wax elephant. I want to be higher than the heavenly test. ”

He couldn't help but chant.

The heart is more open-minded than ever.

After standing at the top of the mountain for two hours, Lu Yu descended from the other side of the mountain and continued to the southwest.

A month later, Lu Yu left Hunan and entered Guizhou, and entered Sichuan.

Further on, there is the Great Snow Mountain.

When the Red Army was on the Long March, he walked through the snowy mountains.

In the process of constantly walking, he forgot everything, and only the truth of boxing was left in his heart, which was condensed into a martial character.

Kung Fu is the art of killing. It's King Kong's angry eyes.

Wu is to stop fighting. It was the Bodhisattva who lowered his eyebrows.

In the past month or so, his body has been tempered by wind and frost, and his weight has dropped sharply by at least fifteen pounds.

However, the body did not collapse, but became stronger and stronger, and the steps became more and more powerful.

In this almost ascetic trek, Lu Yu sometimes closed his eyes and completely immersed his heart, and he could even hear the sound of gurgling water in his veins.

It is the blood of the blood vessels that circulate throughout the body under the action of the heart.

The kung fu is in a meticulous place, and you can listen to the blood flowing like a mountain spring.

This is his kung fu, and he has finally practiced to the point of being meticulous and going deep into the internal organs.

When he arrived at the junction of the three provinces of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, in front of him, was the undulating and winding Siguniang Mountain Range, which was the most famous Tianjian Snow Mountain in the Long March.

After resting for a day at a farmer's house and buying some chili peppers and dry food to ward off the cold, Lu Yu set off again and climbed over the snowy mountains.

The morning began at half past six, the sun rose in the east, in front of him, there were towering mountains, the white snow on the top of the mountain, reflecting the sun, like a golden mountain dazzling.

These mountains appeared in front of Lu Yu's eyes, completely blocking the way forward, this is the big snow mountain that stood in front of the Red Army back then.

Mountain, fast horse whip not under the saddle. Looking back, three feet from the sky.

The mountains, the sea and the rivers are rolling. The galloping is urgent, and the battle of thousands of horses is still in full swing.

The mountain, piercing the blue sky, is not broken. The heavens want to fall, and they depend on it.

Lu Yu looked at those huge and insurmountable snow-capped mountains, did not hesitate in his heart, and continued to move forward.

Seven days later, Lu Yu crossed the Great Snow Mountain and entered the prairie.

With his physical strength, he almost died halfway up the mountain, and he admired the revolutionary ancestors who climbed over this mountain in his heart.

He's a little grandmaster at the pinnacle of the Dark Realm.

The body has long been at the monster level, and they almost died here, how did those absolutely malnourished ordinary people back then support themselves and create miracles?

After pondering for a while, two words came to Lu Yu's mind.

"Faith."

At the beginning, what a simple and lovely group of people were the ancestors, who were not afraid of hardships and sacrifices for the belief in their hearts, and finally toppled the three mountains that pressed on the people and founded the republic.

"Although I can't get there, my heart yearns for it."

Lu Yu thought silently, immersed in the golden iron horse and the pride of the world.

Re-embarking on the Long March, he received a thorough baptism and a thorough purification from body to soul.

The impetuousness and hustle and bustle brought to him by the city were swept away.

After the heavy snowfall, it is Tibet, in front of which is a large barren and desolate grassland, his dry food has been almost eaten, to cross the grassland, it takes at least half a month, that is to say, this half month, for him, is the biggest challenge.

His physical condition has not become very good, Lu Fengxian and Wu Meiniang are still more energetic, after all, they are beasts, nature is their real home, and their adaptability is definitely stronger than Lu Yu.

This thousands of kilometers of trek was only halfway through, and Lu Yu simply rested on the edge of the grassland for half a day before continuing to set off.

After another day and a night, because the grassland was close to desertification, there was not much prey, and the dry food had run out, Lu Yu was tired, thirsty and hungry, both mentally and physically, on the verge of collapse.

However, he did not have the slightest fear in his heart, but became calmer.

In the early morning, the prairie is full of thin haze.

Suddenly, a red sun jumped out of the horizon, dispelling the haze, and the sky and the earth were full of golden light.

There are a few Tibetan antelopes running, birds flying in the sky, shrub branches swaying in the wind, and the weeds on the grassland have begun to dry up, but their seeds are being sown with the wind and scattered in all directions.

These are the breath of life.

Lu Yu closed his eyes, feeling the pure beauty of heaven and earth.

The heart is incomparably ethereal.

Bamboo canes and mango shoes are lighter than horses, and a cloud of smoke and rain is in his life.

Meaning, incomparably strong.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it is stepping forward from the beginning.

Hearts and minds blend and synthesize a big yin and yang.

Extremely natural, extremely harmonious.

He continued walking.

A few hours later, the sun gradually rose, the stones were hot, the grass was yellow, and Lu Yu was already tired, so he took off his military coat, spread it on the grass, and fell asleep in the warm breath.

Thundered

After sleeping for about three hours, there was a sudden dull thunder in the sky, and lightning danced like silver snakes.

Then came the torrential downpour.

The thunder thundered the sky, the earth shook the mountains, and the aftermath surrounded the heaven and the earth.

Lu Yu was awakened, blessed as his heart, pulled out the Tiancong Cloud Sword, and practiced the sword technique in the thunder and rainstorm.

Ask the heavens what longevity.

Ask what a place.

Ask about life.

Ask what life is like.

Ask the old man why he is afraid.

Ask why it is so painful to die.

Ask what it is.

Ask why the world is suffering.

Ask the common people what is innocent.

There are a total of nine potential knife techniques, each of which has nine changes, which is incomparably mysterious, and it is the nine question knife techniques he created after he integrated the sword techniques in the world.

In the thunder and rainstorm, Lu Yu stretched his body to the fullest, one move and one style, unprecedented pleasure, he felt that he and this day, this earth, this thunder, this rainstorm, had become one, indistinguishable from each other.