Chen Zong withdrew his fingers, Wei Jingshi trembled all over his body, let go of his five fingers, and let go of the golden long sword, which was stuck on the hardwood deck of the building boat.
Wei Jingshi first sat on the deck with his buttocks, his body trembling, his limbs limp and weak, his whole body seemed to have been pulled out of bones, and he fell to the ground in a noodle shape.
"Brother Wei..." the girl exclaimed, and hurried over.
"Brother Wei." The young man's complexion changed drastically, and he rushed over quickly.
The others were all dumbfounded. All the wine that was supposed to be poured into their mouths was poured into their collars without noticing it, and the peanuts that were supposed to be thrown into their mouths were thrown into their nostrils without paying attention.
Shocked, really shocked.
The eyes of several true martial arts practitioners on the deck flashed brightly, as if there were turbulent waves in their hearts.
It is used to refer to the sword, but it contains infinite mystery, which cannot be described.
Although all the people present are warriors, some of them are not weak, but unfortunately, their martial arts realm is not high enough, and they are still far away from the unity of body and martial arts, so naturally they cannot see the mystery contained in the sword finger.
They were very surprised, why Wei Jingshi, whose combat power had reached the limit of three stars, trembled all over, the sword fell from his hand, and his whole body was limp, as if he was acting in cooperation with the opponent.
But anyone who knows Wei Jingshi knows that it is impossible for Wei Jingshi to cooperate with others in this kind of play, and the reverse is almost the same.
Wei Jingshi's strength and blood were all slackened. After being lifted up, his whole body was still trembling slightly. He glanced at Chen Zong with a terrified face, dared not say anything, and left in a desperate manner. Don't dare to wait.
Chen Zong didn't care, Wei Jingshi's sword just now opened a gap, allowing Chen Zong's various comprehensions to vent out.
The sword is like flowing water!
That is not only the method of wielding the sword, but also the method of applying power. It is a superb state, which can only be mastered in the second level of the spiritual martial state of the body and sword.
In an instant, Chen Zong's sword stabbed out, as if the gurgling water was endless, disintegrating and defeating all the opponent's offensive resistance, making the opponent powerless to resist.
With a deeper comprehension, Chen Zong ignored others, but continued to make gestures in the air with his sword.
As night fell, Chen Zong did not leave, but still gestured. The lights of the building boats illuminated the surrounding rivers, which looked different from the daytime, which brought Chen Zong a new understanding.
In the dead of night, everyone on the deck returned to their rooms to rest, except for Chen Zong, who was still standing by the deck fence, waving his sword finger to himself.
The night is as cool as water.
Chen Zong's sword finger slashed across the air, as if tearing the night apart, and there seemed to be a sword light lingering under his finger, winding around the surroundings one by one, either straight or curved.
A fish-belly whiteness appeared in the east, and then, the first ray of golden light streaked across the remaining night and projected on the river surface, sparkling.
When that ray of morning sun was projected on Chen Zong's eyes, it was as if something woke up from a deep sleep and suddenly woke up. The eyes were as sharp as a sword's light, piercing the sun, and Chen Zong's sword finger followed.
Crashing, as if the air under the sword's finger turned into flowing water, flowing forward continuously.
"Could he have been practicing all night?"
"It looks like it hasn't even moved its feet."
"He's really a cultivator, no wonder he's so strong."
Many warriors are used to getting up early, and when they came to the deck to see Chen Zong, they were very surprised and talked about it.
Although there are many warriors who practice very hard and hard, but like Chen Zong, there are very few people who give people a feeling of being enchanted.
It wasn't until noon, when the scorching sun was shining in the sky, that Chen Zong just stopped practicing. It wasn't that he didn't want to practice anymore, but that he had reached a bottleneck.
Do it on an empty small round table, call for wine and food, and have a delicious meal.
"Little friend, can I sit here?" A middle-aged martial artist walked up to Chen Zong with a smile and asked in a gentle voice, instead of sitting down directly.
"Please." Chen Zong glanced at the other party, and then judged the other party's cultivation level, a true martial artist.
"Thank you." The middle-aged warrior sat down with a smile: "My name is Lin Zhiyang, I don't know how to call my little friend?"
"Chen Zong." Chen Zong said his name.
"Chen Zong, could it be that you are Chen Zong, a great national scholar?" The middle-aged warrior Lin Zhiyang exclaimed.
If we say that in the past, it is estimated that no one would associate the Great State Scholar with Chen Zong. After all, the same name and surname also existed, but Chen Zong's performance yesterday left a deep impression on them. When they heard this name, they immediately associated it.
"It's me." Chen Zong nodded.
The middle-aged martial artist was so excited that he even stood up and bowed to Chen Zong, who also got up and returned the salute.
"I didn't expect that I could see and sit at the same table with a great national scholar here." Lin Zhiyang was very excited, and other people around him were also excited. Sansheng was lucky to be able to meet a great national scholar, or a dynasty The youngest great countryman ever.
As for being hostile or even murdering, no one has thought about it, because they are all warriors of the Yunlong Dynasty, and they all bear the honor of the dynasty. Stand up and fight for it.
This is a tradition passed down from the long-term formation of a dynasty, and it is also one of the reasons why the Yunlong Dynasty can continue to prosper.
"I've met the Great Nationalist, my name is..."
"Hello Da Guoshi, my name is..."
The surrounding real martial arts warriors came up to salute and reported their names one after another, wanting to get acquainted with Chen Zong, but Chen Zong was not proud of his talents, and returned the salute one after another, leaving a deeper impression on everyone.
Wei Jingshi also knew that Chen Zong was the great national scholar who was famous all over the world before, his expression changed back and forth, and finally he let out a low snort, turned and left the deck.
These true martial arts fighters, including Lin Zhiyang, did not pester Chen Zong, but returned to their original positions after chatting for a few words. This is a kind of respect. placed in the same position.
"You also said that you are not a great countryman." The little girl Luo Xiaowen came over and said humbly, with a displeased look on her small face.
"I didn't say I wasn't." Chen Zong laughed. Speaking of it, he had some insight yesterday, which was indirectly related to a few words of this girl named Luo Xiaowen, so seeing her, Chen Zong was in a happy mood.
Luo Xiaowen shook her finger and recalled, indeed, Chen Zong did not say that he was not, but just said "what do you think".
"Hmph, anyway, you are wrong, you have to pay me." Luo Xiaowen said: "Well, your swordsmanship is very powerful, you can teach me swordsmanship."
"Okay." Chen Zong smiled, feeling that he was infected and became much younger.
"What kind of swordsmanship do you want to learn?" Chen Zong asked with a smile.
"Nice swordsmanship." Luo Xiaowen said directly without any hesitation.
"Then see if this sword technique looks good." As soon as Chen Zong finished speaking, he immediately grabbed a chopstick to make a sword, and with a light stroke, it seemed that the light of the sword passed by, ever-changing, and flowers seemed to be blooming in it , It seems that the floating clouds in the sky change into various shapes, and the flowers are clustered, very gorgeous.
"It looks good, I will learn this sword technique." Luo Xiaowen was very pleasantly surprised.
Chen Zong didn't hold back, and taught Luo Xiaowen the sword technique very patiently and in detail.
This swordsmanship is actually done by Chen Zongxing at will. You must know that there are as many as two to three hundred swordsmanship practiced by Chen Zong. This is a number that many warriors cannot achieve in a lifetime. Zong's profound precipitation and accumulation, coupled with the mystery of the state of unity of body and sword and Chen Zong's own amazing comprehension, it is easy to create some simple sword techniques.
For example, the move just now is very ordinary in power, but it is very gorgeous. It is indeed beautiful, and the nature of performance is much better than that of fighting.
This sword technique is not difficult, and Luo Xiaowen's learning ability is not bad, and she learned it well in a short while.
Time flies, Chen Zong also stayed on this big ship for half a month, most of the time was spent on cultivation, especially watching the river to comprehend the sword technique, and then to comprehend the spiritual martial realm where the body and sword are united. Obviously, the overall combat power has also improved a little, but it is still only at the early stage of the seven-star level.
The small level gap between seven stars is bigger than that of six stars, and it is not so easy to cross.
As for the Great Perfection of Practicing Strength, Chen Zong always had the feeling that he was about to grasp the inspiration, but he lacked the opportunity to truly comprehend it.
The Changtian River flows from south to north to the outside of the Yunlong Dynasty, but Chen Zong couldn't sail directly out of the Yunlong Dynasty on this building boat.
Three days later, at the edge of Tianhe Prefecture, which is the end of the building boat, Chen Zong disembarked.
"Goodbye, Brother Chen." Luo Xiaowen reluctantly said.
"See you by fate." Chen Zong said with a smile.
"Goodbye, great nationalist." Lin Zhiyang and others also bid farewell to Chen Zong.
After spending more than ten days together on the building, most of the people had a good relationship with Chen Zong. Apart from being Chen Zong's great scholar, they also liked Chen Zong very much.
Hard work, hard work, humility, and sincerity may have some shortcomings. After more than ten days of getting along and contacting them, Chen Zong did make a good impression on them.
"I'm really glad that our Yunlong Dynasty has such a great countryman."
"Yeah, I really hope there are more people like this."
"Don't think too much about it. A genius like Chen Zong is rare in a hundred years. Neither the Nine Eagles Dynasty nor the Silver Light Dynasty have any."
Seeing Chen Zong's leaving back, everyone said one sentence at a time.
Chen Zong continued to move forward, heading north all the way, and gradually walked out of Tianhe Prefecture.
Further forward, there is a mountain, half of which is located in the territory of Yunlong Dynasty, and half of which is located outside of Yunlong Dynasty. It is nearly two thousand meters high and towering.
If you want to go around, you have to spend a lot of time, so Chen Zong chose to cross this mountain.
The vegetation in the mountain is very lush, covering people's heads, and there are many poisonous snakes and beasts lurking in it, all kinds of dangers exist, but Chen Zong is not afraid, as long as he climbs over this mountain, he will enter another land, which does not belong to the three major realms. The territory governed by the dynasty is a no-nonsense zone, and it is also a relatively chaotic zone. Only by crossing the chaotic zone can one reach Shen Yujiang.
(end of this chapter)