The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 21, experience is the best teacher!
The two of them dashed out of the courtyard, using their lightness skills to run south towards the city. Only when they were far away from the courtyard did Lu Chen speak:
"Rong'er, my swimming skills are so-so, I'm afraid I can't swim in rivers..."

Huang Rong said with a smile:

"It's alright, I'll teach you a few water skills. Since you have internal strength, you'll be able to learn them quickly."

The thrill and excitement of escaping from her father's nose made her feel like a bird flying out of its cage; her little face was flushed, and her tone was full of lighthearted pride.

Lu Chen nodded, said nothing more, and used all his lightness skill to keep up with Huang Rong's pace.

"Hurry, hurry, we only have 15 minutes."

Huang Rong urged him repeatedly, but seeing that Lu Chen's running speed was still a little slow, she simply reached out and grabbed his hand, leading him as they ran.

Holding her soft, boneless, cool, and tender little hand, and looking at her bright and beautiful face with a slight blush, Lu Chen felt his heart beat faster and his breathing become a little rapid. To his shame, Lu Chen had been single since birth in both his lives, and the last time he held a girl's hand was back in his kindergarten days.

Rong'er was truly the first girl he had ever been so close to in his two lifetimes.

Just as her thoughts were in turmoil, Huang Rong turned around and scolded:

Why are you running slower and slower?

But then she suddenly noticed that his body seemed to have become heavier, and running with him was actually slower than before.

Lu Chen came to his senses and realized that his mind had been wandering and his lightness technique had not been working properly, which had slowed Rong'er down. He quickly suppressed his distracting thoughts, focused on activating his true energy, and circulated his lightness technique. Only then did Rong'er smile with satisfaction and continue to fly with him.

The two quickly ran out of the city and headed south towards the Cao'e River, finally arriving at the riverbank within half an hour.

Huang Rong took off her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of delicate, fair feet. She stuffed the shoes and socks into her bundle and then said to Lu Chen:
"You're not a good swimmer, so don't wear too many clothes to avoid being cumbersome."

"it is good."

Lu Chen nodded and saw Huang Rong turn her back and quickly take off her clothes and shoes, leaving her only wearing a pair of boxer shorts—he wasn't used to wearing underwear in this world, and these shorts were from the "main world," which he had to wash every day for over a month, and they were almost torn.

Looking at his well-built, muscular physique, Huang Rong's face flushed slightly again. She quickly looked away, muttering a few words of advice:

"First, pat your pulse point and chest with cold water. Otherwise, if you suddenly get a shock of cold water after running and your whole body is hot, you are prone to cramps and stitches."

Lu Chen did as instructed, stuffing his clothes and shoes into the bundle, and then bent down to scoop up river water and slap his pulse and chest.

Huang Rong also stepped barefoot into the river. She first squatted down and slowly immersed herself in the water, soaking all her clothes. After getting used to the cool water, she began to teach Lu Chen how to breathe and exhale in the water, and how to use his hands and feet to exert force in rhythm with his breathing.

Lu Chen memorized everything and practiced in shallow water for a while according to Huang Rong's instructions. He found that swimming was indeed much easier and less strenuous.

"Alright, let's get in the water."

As she spoke, Huang Rong took Lu Chen's bundle and longsword, hung the bundles on the sword, held the sword horizontally overhead with both hands, and gently plunged into the water. Without even using her hands, she used her feet to splash the river water and quickly swam downstream.

"Lu Chen, hurry up and catch up."

Lu Chen took a deep breath, plunged into the water, and used both hands and feet to maintain his breathing rhythm as he swam after Rong'er.

Huang Rong held the long sword with the package hanging on it high in both hands, swimming swiftly like a nimble mermaid. She would occasionally glance back at Lu Chen and see him following closely behind. Although her swimming skills were not exactly effortless, they were much better than when she could only splash around haphazardly in the sea. She couldn't help but give him a big smile.

Lu Chen smiled back, and after getting used to the swimming techniques Huang Rong had taught him, he gradually increased his speed to keep pace with her.

The two traveled downstream for several miles and came to a river bend. They saw a stream flowing out from the forest on one side of the bend and merging into the river. Huang Rong said, "Follow me!" and swam towards the mouth of the stream.

Lu Chen followed her into the river bend and stream mouth, and continued upstream. Before they knew it, the stream was getting shallower and could only cover Huang Rong's waist.

Huang Rong straightened up and, without going ashore, waded through the stream to continue upstream.

Lu Chen knew her intention: by wading through the stream, she would not leave any traces on the banks. He secretly praised her for her thoughtfulness, took the long sword and bundle she had been carrying, and walked alongside her.

After walking upstream for several miles, gradually venturing deeper into the mountains and forests, the stream had become so shallow that it only reached mid-calf. Just then, they came across a cave on one side of the stream. Huang Rong pointed to the cave and laughed:
"Let's rest there tonight and hide here for a few more days. Then we can be free as birds fly in the sky and fish leap in the sea!" Lu Chen nodded with a smile, went ashore, and looked into the cave for a while. He saw that the cave was not deep and the interior space was not large, but it was clean enough. So he invited Huang Rong to go in and change her clothes.

Afterwards, the two took turns changing their clothes, wrung out their wet clothes, and hung them on a small tree outside the cave to dry. They didn't light a fire, but just sat at the cave entrance talking in the moonlight.

"The Black Wind Duo has disappeared for many years. Where should we look for them?"

Huang Rong rested her chin on her hands, pouted, and looked a little worried.

Lu Chen thought for a moment and said:

"Rong'er, don't worry, I will find them."

Huang Rong asked in surprise:
Do you know where they are?

Lu Chen smiled and nodded:

"know."

Huang Rong's mouth opened slightly. She wanted to ask him how he knew, but thinking of his miraculous "fall from the sky" and his incredible progress in swordsmanship, she decided to believe him unconditionally and only asked:
"Where should we go next?"

Lu Chen did not hesitate:

"Let's go to Xiangyang first."

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

Although his swordsmanship has greatly improved, his internal strength is still shallow. He needs to find a way to improve his internal strength. Only when his swordsmanship and internal strength improve together will he have the ability to compete with a first-class master like Mei Chaofeng.

After agreeing on their destination, Lu Chen noticed Huang Rong yawning and told her to go into the cave to rest while he kept watch outside.

After Huang Rong entered the cave, Lu Chen sat alone at the entrance, placed his sword across his knees, closed his eyes, and tried to comprehend the "Sword One" mark.

He is extremely focused when practicing, and can instantly enter a state of focus whether he is practicing swordsmanship or comprehending the essence of swordsmanship.

But today is very different.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Huang Rong holding his hand involuntarily surfaced in his mind, along with the soft, silky touch. His mind was also filled with images of her snow-white, delicate feet playfully kicking and splashing water.

Those delicate and lovely feet kicked and bounced as if they were kicking his heart, making him feel restless and agitated for a while.

At that moment, he even heard the deep, magnetic voice of a teacher from a nature documentary program from his past life: "Spring has arrived..."

Having been single twice, my resilience is generally average. At the prime of my life, I'm eighteen, a strong and vigorous martial artist. It's impossible for me to remain calm and unperturbed.

Lu Chen sighed, not daring to comprehend sword intent in this state. He simply got up and went to a spot a dozen steps outside the cave, where he drew his longsword and began practicing swordsmanship.

Once the body starts moving, it quickly suppresses distracting thoughts and gets into the zone.

But after practicing for a while, he suddenly felt that something was wrong around him. He glanced at the direction that he intuitively felt was wrong, and was immediately startled.

Just ten steps away from him, a tall, slender figure in a green robe stood quietly with his hands behind his back in the dappled moonlight cast through the treetops. The evening breeze occasionally fluttered the hem of his green robe, giving one the feeling that the person might fly away on the wind at any moment.

Looking at the figure in the green robe who exuded an air of elegance even when standing still, Lu Chen sighed inwardly: "Old foxes are still the most cunning."

He sheathed his longsword and bowed respectfully to him.
"Senior Huang."

Without a doubt, the figure in the green robe was Huang Yaoshi.

(End of this chapter)