Chen Zong withdrew his finger. Wei Jingshi was trembling all over. Her fingers loosened, and the golden sword fell out of her hand. It stabbed into the hardwood deck of the ship. The sword swayed slightly, reflecting a dazzling golden red light under the setting sun.
Wei Jingshi sat down on the deck. Her body was trembling, and her limbs were weak. It was as if her bones had been pulled out, and she fell to the ground like a noodle.
"Brother Wei …" The young girl exclaimed and ran over.
"Brother Wei." The young man's expression changed, and he also rushed over.
Everyone else was stunned. They didn't even notice that the wine they were supposed to drink was poured into their collars, and they didn't even notice that the peanuts they were supposed to throw into their mouths were thrown into their nostrils.
Shocking, it was too shocking.
The eyes of the warriors of the Real Martial Realm on the deck flashed, and they felt as if there was a storm raging in their hearts.
Using a finger as a sword, but it contained endless mysteries. It was indescribable.
Although everyone present was a warrior, and some of them were not weak, their martial arts realms were not high enough. They were still far from achieving the unity of body and martial arts. Naturally, they couldn't see the mysteries contained in the finger sword.
They were very surprised that Wei Jingshi, who had reached the peak of the three-star level, was trembling all over. Her sword fell out of her hand, and her body became weak. It was as if she was cooperating with her opponent.
However, those who knew Wei Jingshi knew that she wouldn't cooperate with others. It was more likely the other way around.
Wei Jingshi's strength and Qi and blood were scattered. Even after she was helped up, her body was still trembling slightly. She looked at Chen Zong with fear and did not dare to say anything. She left dejectedly, not even daring to stay on the deck.
Chen Zong didn't care. Wei Jingshi's sword just now seemed to have opened up a gap, and Chen Zong's understanding of martial arts poured out.
Sword like flowing water!
It wasn't just the way to use the sword, it was also the way to use the power. It was a high level, and belonged to the second stage of the unity of body and sword, Lingwu.
In an instant, Chen Zong's sword pierced out, and it was like flowing water. It broke down all of the opponent's defenses, and made the opponent unable to resist.
As his comprehension deepened, Chen Zong ignored the others and continued to gesture in the air with his fingers instead of his sword.
Night fell, but Chen Zong did not leave. He was still paddling. The lights of the Junk Ship illuminated the surrounding river, which looked different from the daytime. It gave Chen Zong a new insight.
In the dead of the night, the people on the deck had all returned to their rooms to rest. Only Chen Zong was still standing by the railing of the deck, waving his sword fingers.
The night was cold as water.
Chen Zong's sword fingers streaked through the air as if they were tearing apart the night sky. There seemed to be sword light lingering under his fingers. Strands of sword light circled around, either straight or curved.
A wisp of white appeared in the east. Then, the first ray of golden light streaked across the remaining night sky, projecting on the surface of the river.
When that ray of sunlight shone into Chen Zong's eyes, it was as if something had awoken from a deep slumber. The light in the depths of his eyes was like sword light, piercing through the sunlight. Chen Zong's sword finger also followed with a slash.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. It was as if the air under his sword fingers had turned into flowing water, flowing forward continuously.
"Has he been cultivating the whole night?"
"It looks like it. He hasn't even moved his feet."
"He's really a cultivation maniac. No wonder he's so powerful."
Many warriors were used to getting up early. When they came to the deck and saw Chen Zong, they were surprised and began to talk about him.
Even though there were quite a number of martial artists who cultivated very hard, very painstakingly, like Chen Zong, who gave people a feeling of being bedeviled, was in the minority.
It was not until noon when the sun was shining in the sky that Chen Zong stopped practicing. It was not that he did not want to practice anymore, but that he had reached a bottleneck.
He sat at an empty small round table, ordered some food and wine, and had a good meal.
"Young friend, can I sit here?" A middle-aged warrior walked to Chen Zong with a smile and asked in a gentle voice. He did not sit down directly.
"Go ahead." Chen Zong glanced at him and judged his cultivation. He was a warrior in the Real Martial Arts Realm.
"Thank you." The middle-aged warrior sat down with a smile. "My name is Lin Zhiyang. How should I address you?"
"Chen Zong." Chen Zong said his name.
"Chen Zong. Are you Chen Zong, the Great State Scholar?" Lin Zhiyang, the middle-aged warrior, exclaimed.
If it had been before, no one would have associated the Great State Scholar with Chen Zong. After all, it was not uncommon for warriors to have the same name. However, Chen Zong's performance yesterday had left a deep impression on them. When they heard the name, they immediately associated it with him.
"That's me." Chen Zong nodded.
The middle-aged warrior was suddenly very excited. He even stood up and bowed to Chen Zong. Chen Zong also stood up and bowed.
"I didn't expect to see the Great State Scholar here, and even be able to sit at the same table with him." Lin Zhiyang was very excited. The others around him were also very excited. They were extremely lucky to be able to meet a Great State Scholar, and the youngest one in the history of the dynasty.
As for being hostile or even trying to kill him, no one thought about it because they were all warriors of the Cloud Dragon Dynasty. They all carried the honor of the dynasty. The Great State Scholar was the supreme representative of honor. If someone wanted to harm the Great State Scholar, they would stand up and fight.
This was a tradition passed down from the formation of a dynasty. It was also one of the reasons why the Cloud Dragon Dynasty could continue to prosper.
"Greetings, Great State Scholar. My name is …"
"Hello, Great State Scholar. My name is …"
The warriors of the True Martial Realm all around came up and bowed. They all reported their names, wanting to get to know Chen Zong. Chen Zong also didn't act arrogant. They all returned the greeting, leaving a deeper impression on everyone.
Wei Jingshi also knew that Chen Zong was the famous Great State Scholar. Her face kept changing. In the end, she snorted and turned around to leave the deck.
These warriors of the True Martial Realm, including Lin Zhiyang, didn't bother Chen Zong. Instead, they chatted for a while and returned to their original seats. This was a kind of respect. Although Chen Zong's cultivation was not as good as theirs, and his strength was not as good as theirs, they still placed him in the same position.
"You still say you're not a Great State Scholar." The little girl, Luo Xiaowen, walked over and snorted. She had an unhappy look on her face.
"I didn't say I wasn't." Chen Zong said with a smile. Speaking of which, Chen Zong was able to comprehend something yesterday because of a few words from this girl named Luo Xiaowen. Therefore, when he saw her, he was in a good mood.
Luo Xiaowen shook her finger and recalled. Indeed, Chen Zong didn't say he wasn't a Great State Scholar. He just said "What do you think?"
"Hum, anyway, it's your fault. You have to compensate me." Luo Xiaowen said, "Well, your swordsmanship is very good. Teach me swordsmanship."
"Okay." Chen Zong said with a smile. He felt that he was influenced by her and became much younger.
"What kind of swordsmanship do you want to learn?" Chen Zong asked with a smile.
"A good-looking swordsmanship." Luo Xiaowen said directly without hesitation.
"Then look at this swordsmanship. Is it good-looking?" As soon as Chen Zong finished speaking, he immediately grabbed a chopstick and used it as a sword. He gently waved it. There seemed to be a sword light that flashed by. It was ever-changing. There seemed to be flowers blooming and clouds floating in the sky changing into various shapes. It was very gorgeous.
"It's good-looking. I want to learn this swordsmanship." Luo Xiaowen was pleasantly surprised.
Chen Zong didn't hold back. He patiently taught this swordsmanship to Luo Xiaowen in detail.
This swordsmanship was actually created by Chen Zong on a whim. It should be known that Chen Zong had practiced more than two or three hundred swordsmanship. This was a number that many warriors couldn't achieve in their lifetime. These swordsmanship brought Chen Zong a deep accumulation of experience. In addition to the mystery of the realm of Body and Sword and Chen Zong's amazing comprehension ability, it was easy for him to create some simple swordsmanship.
For example, the move just now was very powerful, but it was very gorgeous. It was indeed good-looking. It was more of a performance than a battle.
This swordsmanship wasn't difficult. Luo Xiaowen's learning ability wasn't bad either. It didn't take her long to learn it.
Time flew. Chen Zong had stayed on this ship for half a month. He spent most of his time on cultivation, especially watching the river and comprehending the swordsmanship. He then comprehended the Lingwu realm of Body and Sword as One. His progress was very obvious. His battle strength had also increased a little. However, he was still at the early stage of Seven Star.
The small gap between Seven Star was bigger than Six Star. It wasn't easy to cross it.
As for the realm of Perfection, Chen Zong always had a feeling that he was about to grasp the inspiration, but lacked the opportunity to truly comprehend it.
The Long Sky River flowed from south to north. It flowed out of the Cloud Dragon Dynasty. However, Chen Zong couldn't take this ship and directly sail out of the Cloud Dragon Dynasty.
After another three days, Chen Zong got off the ship at the border of the Sky River State, which was the destination of the ship.
"Goodbye, Brother Chen." Luo Xiaowen was reluctant to part.
"Goodbye if fate wills it." Chen Zong smiled.
"Goodbye, Great Scholar." Lin Zhiyang and the others also bid farewell to Chen Zong.
After more than ten days on the ship, most people had a good relationship with Chen Zong. In addition to Chen Zong's identity as a Great Scholar, they also liked Chen Zong very much.
He was hardworking, hardworking, humble, and sincere. He might have some shortcomings, but after more than ten days of interaction, Chen Zong had indeed left a good impression on them.
"I'm so happy that our Cloud Dragon Dynasty has such a Great Scholar."
"Yes, I hope there are more people like him."
"Don't think too much. A Great Scholar like Chen Zong is rarely seen in a hundred years. Nine Eagle Dynasty and Silver Light Dynasty don't have one."
Looking at Chen Zong's departing figure, everyone spoke one after another.
Chen Zong continued to move forward. He went all the way north and gradually walked out of the Sky River State.
Further ahead was a mountain. Half of the mountain was within the Cloud Dragon Dynasty, while the other half was outside of the Cloud Dragon Dynasty. It was nearly two thousand meters tall and lofty.
If he wanted to go around it, he would have to spend a lot of time. Chen Zong chose to go over the mountain.
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