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Chapter 209: Not a Godly One, This Chapter Will Soar to the Heavens! (Please Subscribe)
The heavy snow fell for three days in a row, and the whole world was covered in white.

The cold wind from the sky kept blowing, like knives.

At that moment, a person suddenly appeared in the distance, amidst the white snow.

It was young Wang Chao.

He braved the heavy snow, his footsteps sinking into the snow that reached above his trouser legs, making a crunching sound.

Wang Chao has been walking for three days straight in this kind of weather.

It wasn't until evening that Wang Chao finally found a small hotel.

At this point, Wang Chao's legs were numb.

Fortunately, although Wang Chao has not yet developed internal strength through years of practicing boxing, he knows how to close his pores and prevent the body's heat from escaping.

If not.

Walking like that would have frozen their legs long ago, and there was even a risk of amputation.

However, this also reminded Wang Chao of his predecessors.

Those predecessors didn't have such good conditions as we do.

Among these ancestors were many ordinary women and many young children.

They traversed mountains and valleys, crossing snow-capped peaks, grasslands, and swamps.

They hadn't even found their destination yet.

And so they traveled ten thousand kilometers.

Thinking of this.

Young Wang Chao is resolute.

He bought a raincoat he had made and a pair of straw sandals from an elderly farmer.

After being fully armed.

They continued their journey the next day.

He went to Hunan Province, to the old man's hometown.

Unable to stop himself, young Wang Chao recited a poem:

The northern landscape is a tapestry of ice and snow, stretching for miles. Beyond the Great Wall, only vast expanses remain; the Yellow River, both upstream and downstream, has lost its roaring flow. Mountains dance like silver serpents, plains gallop like waxen elephants, vying with the heavens in height. Wait for a sunny day, and behold the magnificent sight of this red-clad and white-draped landscape, exceptionally enchanting.

Young Wang Chao's voice was full of energy.

Not big though.

But every word was clearly heard by all the tourists.

The tour guides were also a little confused.

Even though they were using a small megaphone to introduce the poem, it still rang out very clearly from the crowd.

Gradually.

Some people read along.

The land is so beautiful, attracting countless heroes to vie for its favor. Alas, Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han lacked literary talent; Emperor Taizong of Tang and Emperor Taizu of Song were somewhat inferior in poetic flair.

more and more people.

to the end.

The poem was then recited in unison by everyone present.

Genghis Khan, the proud conqueror, knew only how to bend his bow and shoot eagles. All that is past; to find truly remarkable figures, look to the present.

Finish reading.

Young Wang Chao bowed in the direction of the old man and strode away.

He still needs to find his own path.

As he continued his journey, young Wang Chao unknowingly walked for more than a month.

The heavy snow began to melt slowly.

But as the snow melted, the roads became even muddier and more slippery.

However, young Wang Chao had already adapted to this environment and continued on his way.

along the way.

Young Wang Chao tried to take country roads as much as possible.

It's not that I intentionally sought out a more difficult path.

The main problem is that the main road is very noisy and there are a lot of people.

On country roads, you can sometimes walk for more than an hour without encountering a single person.

This allowed young Wang Chao to immerse his soul in the journey.

He wasn't entirely focused on practicing martial arts.

He just walked step by step, naturally waving his arms as he went.

slowly.

Young Wang Chao forgot many of the moves he had learned before, only remembering some essential points and the most basic boxing theory.

In early May, Wang Chao arrived at the border of Sichuan and crossed the Chishui River.

In June, the weather gradually got warmer.

But young Wang Chao felt incredibly calm inside.

He infused his thoughts into his entire being.

Feel the flow of blood in your body.

One night, he even felt the blood flowing through his body like a spring, an incredibly pleasant and melodious sound.

Gradually.

Half a year has passed.

Young Wang Chao had no idea what he had mastered.

It seems that he hasn't mastered anything in the past six months.

but.

He felt that the more he practiced his boxing, the more comfortable he felt.

I used to think that some moves and techniques required a lot of effort to master.

but now.

Each of these moves and actions brings an unparalleled sense of comfort to the whole body.

At this time, Tang Zichen was not providing guidance.

I don't know if this is right or wrong.

But young Wang Chao felt that he had found the right direction.

The more you practice boxing, the more comfortable you should feel.

If you feel bored and annoyed every time you practice boxing.

Then the way you're practicing your boxing is probably wrong.

7 month.

Young Wang Chao arrived at the snow-capped mountain that had blocked the path of countless ancestors from his previous life.

he knows.

The real test has only just begun.

……

"Without exaggeration, this chapter is destined to soar to new heights."

This chapter doesn't involve practicing martial arts, fighting, or encountering any peerless masters.

In this chapter.

Young Wang Chao was constantly walking.

even.

Time flies.

With just one chapter, half a year has passed.

In the past six months.

It seems Wang Chao didn't learn anything.

but.

The readers were already in an uproar over this chapter.

"Walking along the path of our predecessors brought tears to my eyes."

"Yes, I never imagined that a web novel would depict this period of my life."

"National martial arts, national martial arts, only with a country can there be martial arts. Martial arts without a country are nothing."

"Yes, this is the true meaning of Chinese martial arts."

Book review section.

Countless book lovers had tears in their eyes.

"Bu Yang Shen, how did you come up with the idea to write this part of the story?"

"The story of not exalting the gods but retracing the path of our ancestors brought tears to my eyes and stirred my heart with passion."

"Not to be proclaimed as divine..."

just.

Many people kept sending private messages to Chen Yang, but Chen Yang didn't reply.

It's not that he doesn't reply.

Instead.

He returned to Gancheng.

Yes.

Chen Yang is from Gancheng.

But many people don't know that.

Ganzhou is actually the starting point of that road that inspired countless people.

Chen Yang set the chapters he had previously written to update automatically.

At the same time, Chen Yang took 10 days off.

He wanted to retrace the steps his predecessors had taken.

……

"Damn, it seems like Bu Yangshen took 10 days off."

"?"

“I heard it from Xiao.”

"Why is Bu Yang Shen taking 10 days off? Is he not updating his novel?"

"It updates automatically."

"Oh, so where is he going for 10 days off? What activities or training is he attending?"

"No."

The group of book lovers found it somewhat strange.

Wait for the evening.

After walking 50 kilometers and finding a place to rest, Chen Yang finally saw the messages from his fellow book lovers.

"Sorry everyone, I've been on the road all day and haven't seen your messages."

Upon seeing Chen Yang appear, the entire group of readers erupted in cheers, shouting, "Chen Yang, I must say, this is the best chapter you've ever written!"

"Yes. It's even better than the Chen family producing a dragon. Although we all want to become dragons, without the land our ancestors fought for with their blood, we might not even become dogs, let alone dragons."

"Bu Yang Shen, what did you just say? 'On the road'... Where are you?"

"I'm in Gancheng."

"Damn, you're not going to end up like Wang Chao, are you?"

"Yes."

Chen Yang nodded.

"I……"

In the book club group, everyone was already dumbfounded.

They didn't expect it.

Chen Yang not only wrote about it in his book, but he also did it in real life.

In an instant, Guo Yangchen, a reader, felt a surge of passion in his chest and shouted, "Bu Yang Shen, I want to go with you!"

“Even if I don’t exalt God, I still want to.”

“Bu Yang Shen, send us your location, and we'll meet you there tomorrow.”

"Even if I don't worship God, I still want to find that kind of emotion that belongs to us."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

In Chen Yang's book club, more than a dozen friends signed up instantly.

Chen Yang tried to persuade everyone for a while.

But in the end, about ten people persisted.

Finally, having no other choice, I posted the location I'll be at tomorrow.

……

"Brothers, let's go."

Give an order.

Guo Yangchen said nothing.

I bought the train tickets immediately.

He needs to get to the location Chen Yang posted tomorrow.

of course.

Besides Guo Yangchen, other book lovers in the group were in the same boat.

Although these are some book lovers.

Some of them are students.

Some are already working.

However, they overcame the current difficulties and, just as Guo Yangchen had said, came to Gancheng to gather.

"Old Guo, you really came."

"That's necessary."

"What location did Bu Yang Shen choose? I think it was some town or township?"

"Tch, of course we have to pick a location like this. Do you think our ancestors had highways back then? Even the small roads in towns now are easier to travel on than the main roads of the past."

"Yeah yeah."

Everyone nodded.

Until 5 p.m.

Finally, the group spotted a figure ahead.

This person was Chen Yang.

When Chen Yang saw Guo Yangchen and a group of fellow readers, he smiled.

"Hey guys, you're really here? Aren't you afraid I'll take you somewhere and sell you off?"

Guo Yangchen laughed loudly: "Great, sell it then, I'll even help you count the money."

“Yes, let’s go… Bu Yangshen, let’s eat first.”

"We can eat on the way. Here, I brought some biscuits and steamed buns for everyone."

As he spoke, Chen Yang handed over the dry food he had bought not far ahead.

Guo Yangchen was somewhat surprised, but he quickly understood.

Following in the footsteps of our ancestors is not a tourist trip, nor is it a place for you to eat and drink well.

"It is still the thought of the god Bu Yang that is more thorough."

"This steamed bun is delicious."

"Okay, let's eat as we walk."

Chen Yang didn't say a word.

I haven't finished my 50km walk yet.

After getting to know everyone, Chen Yang led the way and continued forward.

"Let's recite poetry together instead of praising God."

Guo Yangchen suddenly said.

"Recite poetry?"

"Yes, Wang Chao's recitation of 'Qinyuanchun Snow' yesterday moved me to tears. I want to learn it too."

The proposal was unanimously approved.

"I miss it too."

Chen Yang nodded: "Okay, let's read it together."

I thought about it.

Chen Yang then said, "How about we start with the poems the old man wrote when he was young?"

"it is good."

Clearing his throat, Chen Yang began, "I am determined to leave my hometown."

I vow not to return until I have achieved fame through my studies.

Why must one's bones be buried in their hometown?

Everywhere in life is a green mountain.

Reciting poetry.

Everyone has their own feelings about what they're thinking.

A group of people has its own unique momentum when it comes to reciting.

Chen Yang was just the first to start, and Guo Yangchen and the other book lovers followed suit and started reading aloud as well.

then.

Chen Yang then took the lead in reciting another poem.

Alone in the chilly autumn, the Xiang River flows northward, past Orange Isle.

Look at the red mountains and the colorful forests; the clear blue river and the boats competing for the current.

The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow, and the tens of thousands of frosts are free.

A vast and desolate expanse stretches out before me; I ask this boundless earth, who controls destiny?

The scene of them reciting poetry together stunned some passersby.

A passerby, looking puzzled, asked, "Young man, where are you going?"

Everyone said in unison, "Let's go and experience the path our predecessors walked."

Done.

Everyone continued reading:

[I once traveled with a hundred companions, recalling the glorious and eventful years of the past.]

In their youth, they were full of vigor and vitality; their scholarly spirit was high, and they spoke with great enthusiasm and ambition.

He pointed out the ways of the country, wrote inspiring articles, and regarded the marquis of that time as dirt.

Do you remember, when we swam midstream, the waves halting our boats?

Finish reading.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Cool."

"Cool."

"Cool."

“I will never forget what happened today.”

(End of this chapter)