The Great Mountain Province was dominated by mountains, with overlapping mountain ranges.
The Heavenly River Province was accompanied by water, with rivers crisscrossing.
The Long Heavenly River flowed from the south to the north, passing through the Heavenly River Province and heading out of the Cloud Dragon Dynasty.
The Long Heavenly River was more than ten thousand meters wide, and there were towered ships sailing down it.
A towered ship with a length of twenty meters and a width of six meters, with a three-story wooden building, sailed through the wind and waves at a very fast speed.
The main color of this towered ship was vermilion, gilded with silver, and decorated with many hollow carvings, looking bright and rich.
On the deck of the towered ship, people gathered in groups of twos and threes, either sipping tea and drinking wine around small round tables or standing before the railings to enjoy the scenery.
Chen Zong, dressed in a moon-white sword robe and wearing a calm expression, stood alone on the left railing. His slender fingers naturally rested on the hollow railing. His eyes were as clear as spring water, reflecting everything before him.
The flowing water and the distant trees.
Everything was natural and peaceful. Everything seemed so calm. The voices of the people on the deck nearby gradually became distant. The splashing sound of the flowing water became increasingly clear, as if it flowed through the body and the heart.
The distracting thoughts gradually flowed away with the flowing water, leaving behind a pure and ethereal state.
Without thinking or thinking, everything followed the heart.
The towered ship sailed quickly, riding the wind and breaking the waves, separating the left and right sides of the river. White waves rippled endlessly.
Chen Zong did not know what state he was in. He only felt that his heart was like a river, indescribably lively.
After Chen Zong entered the Heavenly River Province, he learned that there were many waterways in the Heavenly River Province, so he had a sudden idea to travel by water.
Along the way, he had been running on land. This was his first time traveling by water. Perhaps he would have a different kind of comprehension.
"Is there something wrong with that person? He keeps staring at the river."
"Maybe he thinks the river is beautiful."
"Haha, no matter how beautiful it is, he can't stare at it for five or six hours without changing his posture."
"That's other people's business. It has nothing to do with us. Just do your own thing."
"I think it's very interesting. He has two swords and a bow and arrows on his back."
Chen Zong didn't know what other people thought of him. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. Otherwise, his life would be too tiring.
As time went by, the people on the deck changed several times. Only Chen Zong still stood there alone. His hands naturally rested on the hollow railing, and he did not move at all, as if he had turned into a statue.
His mind was calm, like an ancient well without ripples.
Chen Zong could not help but frown. He felt as if inspiration was about to burst out, but it was stuck and could not explode.
"Hey, strange person, what's your name? Why do you keep staring at the water? What's so nice about the river? " A clear and melodious voice like that of an oriole resounded in Chen Zong's ears. Chen Zong was absent-minded for a moment. It was as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, causing layers of ripples to spread out.
"Yes, there's nothing nice about the river." Chen Zong turned his head and responded to the speaker with a gentle smile. It was a girl who looked about 13 or 14 years old. She was dressed in an emerald green gown. Her big black eyes stared at Chen Zong as if they could speak.
Since he couldn't comprehend it, it meant that the time was not right. Chen Zong didn't waste time on it. If he had to comprehend it now, he would only sink deeper and farther away. It was better to give up for the time being and divert his attention. Maybe he would really comprehend it when the opportunity presented itself.
"My name is Luo Xiaowen. What's your name?" The little girl in the emerald green gown spoke again.
"Chen Zong." Chen Zong answered calmly. His eyes fell on the surface of the Long Tianhe again. He watched the continuous river flowing from the south to the north, carrying the ship forward quickly.
"Chen Zong. This name sounds familiar." Luo Xiaowen tilted her head and blinked her eyes. "I remember now. The Great Scholar's name is also Chen Zong."
"Are you the Great Scholar?" Luo Xiaowen asked.
"What do you think?" Chen Zong didn't say yes or no. Instead, he asked back.
"You're definitely not the Great Scholar." Luo Xiaowen looked Chen Zong up and down and said with certainty.
Chen Zong smiled and didn't refute. So what if he was? So what if he wasn't?
"Chen Zong who has the same name as the Great Scholar. You haven't told me what's so nice about the river. I've been staring at it." Luo Xiaowen asked again. Then she looked at the two swords at Chen Zong's waist. "Are you going to comprehend some sword art from the river?"
"Comprehend sword art from the river …" Luo Xiaowen's words made Chen Zong slightly stunned. He only felt that what he had been missing before seemed to appear all of a sudden and turned into a flash of light. Chen Zong quickly caught it.
"Hey … Hey … You have the same name as the Great Scholar …" Seeing that Chen Zong didn't respond to her, Luo Xiaowen couldn't help shouting a few more times. However, Chen Zong, who suddenly had a flash of light, seemed not to hear her. He was completely immersed in comprehension and directly ignored Luo Xiaowen.
"Just ignore me. It's so boring." Luo Xiaowen looked at Chen Zong and found that he was staring at the river in a daze again. She stamped her feet and snorted twice, then turned and left like an emerald cloud.
"Sword … Flowing Water …"
In Chen Zong's mind, one sword art after another emerged.
Autumn Water Sword Art!
Turbid Flow Sword Art!
Lesser Sky Cold Water Sword Art!
Torrential Flow Sword Art!
The sword art was varied, and the mystery contained in each one seemed to be related to water.
"The flowing water is not stagnant … The sword moves endlessly …"
All kinds of comprehensions suddenly emerged, which were about the comprehension of the sword, the sword art, and the Lingwu Realm of Body-Sword Integration.
Although Chen Zong had mastered the second Lingwu Realm of Body-Sword Integration, the involved was relatively shallow. Before, he had been devoted to the comprehension of the Consolidation Realm. It was not until it was about time that he began to comprehend the Lingwu Realm.
The Consolidation Realm was to combine the strength of the body and the weapon in the hand into one and exert the strongest power.
The Lingwu Realm, perhaps, didn't have much improvement in power, but in the application of strength and the performance of martial arts, there would be a great change. It was a qualitative change from a dead thing to a living thing.
Previously, the improvement of Chen Zong's combat strength was related to the Body-Sword Integration, but more came from the Consolidation Realm. The Lingwu Realm was only a small part because his comprehension was not deep enough. However, it also meant that Chen Zong's combat strength still had great potential for improvement.
The setting sun shone on the Long Milky Way, as if it was draped with a layer of red gauze and moved with the flowing water.
Chen Zong's eyes reflected the setting sun. Between the sparkling waves, there seemed to be divine light rippling in the bottom of his eyes.
More and more comprehensions flowed endlessly like the gurgling water.
On a whim, Chen Zong raised his left hand, put his fingers together like a sword, and gently swiped through the air. His fingertips were light and slow, but the air seemed to be rippling like water.
Immediately, his fingers stabbed forward like a sword, seemingly fast but actually slow, piercing the air. It also seemed to be squeezing the air and pushing it forward, but it didn't shoot out like a sword. Instead, it flowed forward like a river.
A finger brought about the realm of flowing water.
Using the finger to replace the sword, the sword flowed like water.
"Is that guy stupid? He just waved his fingers randomly and thought he was some kind of master."
"It looks a bit interesting, but it's useless."
"Yeah, looking at his sword, he should be a sword warrior. He's using the finger to replace the sword to practice sword art. I can't tell what sword art it is. It's just stabbing and swiping, sloppy and ordinary."
"Humph, he's just playing to the gallery." Wei Jingshi sneered, sitting on the north side of the small round table.
"Brother Wei has the fighting strength of the limit of three stars and is ranked in the top 30 of the Tianhe State's Strong Dragon Ranking. His sword art is superb." The young girl sitting on Wei Jingshi's left had a look of worship on her face. Her eyes were filled with adoration as she stared at the handsome Wei Jingshi.
He was handsome and powerful. Which girl didn't yearn for love?
There were a lot of people on this ship, but they were all guests. Among them, there were many martial artists. Some were in the True Martial Realm, but they were all relatively ordinary. Even if there were a few geniuses, Wei Jingshi was one of them.
The fighting strength of the limit of three stars was nothing in the Imperial City. He couldn't even enter the Dragon Pavilion and couldn't make a splash. However, in the three states, it was still very shocking. After all, if he could be ranked in the Young Dragon Ranking of a county, he could also be ranked in the Strong Dragon Ranking of a state.
"Brother Wei, why don't you go up and teach him how to practice sword art?" The young man sitting on the right smiled and said with some flattery.
The two of them didn't hide their words, so the others around them heard them. Suddenly, they all looked at Wei Jingshi with surprise, admiration, and even envy. This made Wei Jingshi very happy and secretly felt good.
"Well, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll teach him how to use the sword." Wei Jingshi smiled and stood up. Wearing a golden sword robe, he looked very elegant. He strode toward Chen Zong.
"Hey, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you take advantage of me. Open your eyes and watch carefully. Swords shouldn't be used like that. They should be used like this." As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Jingshi pulled out his sword.
The sword was like a golden stream of light. It swayed in the air like a golden flower. After the flower bloomed, it split into five flowers. The five golden flowers also bloomed and rushed toward Chen Zong from five directions.
This sword technique was extremely gorgeous. Under the illumination of the setting sun, it was even more beautiful, causing people to exclaim in admiration.
"Good sword art!"
"As expected of a genius in the top 30 of the Strong Dragon Ranking of our Tianhe State. This sword art is the first I've seen in my life."
They all spoke, and the amazement made Wei Jingshi even more proud. His sword swayed again, as if showing off his skill. The five golden flowers split again and became 25 flowers.
In all fairness, not to mention Wei Jingshi's personality, just her swordsmanship alone was indeed extraordinary.
Although Chen Zong didn't care about what was going on outside, Wei Jingshi's sword art aroused Chen Zong's vigilance. It was the guidance of the sword.
In the face of the 25 golden flowers coming from all directions, Chen Zong didn't use his sword. He just used his finger as a sword and gently swiped it. The air around him seemed to turn into water. As the air rippled, it affected the 25 golden flowers and slowed them down. Wei Jingshi's expression changed. He found that his sword seemed to have pierced into water. There was an obvious resistance.
Then, he pushed his finger forward like a sword. It was like a light tap. Wei Jingshi's sword seemed to be automatically sent to Chen Zong's finger.
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