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As he sat on the rock and watched Chen Su's back, the youth's fingers gently caressed the steamed bread that had long since become cold and a little hard, but the corners of his eyes gradually began to moisten.

Ding Ning knew that he shouldn't have been moved by this emotion, but this emotion made him feel extremely comfortable, or it could be said that it made him care!

Even if he did not want to admit it, he had no choice but to admit it. In these three years, Chen Su and Yue Yang had indeed allowed him to experience a feeling of friendship.

After Chen Su and Luo Hua City Mistress entered the shrubbery, there was a series of crackling sounds very quickly.

This sound was very similar to the sound of Ding Ning chopping firewood in the past. The only difference was that it was shorter, cleaner, and much clearer than when Ding Ning chopping firewood.

Because they were not too far away, Ding Ning could clearly see Chen Su and Yue Yang's movements as they waved the wooden sword in their hands.

Chen Su and Yue Yang's movements was extremely fast, with every strike, a tree as thick as an arm would be chopped into two by the wooden sword in their hands.

A wooden sword chopping down a tree would have this kind of effect.

Of course, this was not only because Chen Su's speed was fast.

Moreover, the speed at which they swung their swords, was only an ordinary speed. Even the current Ding Ning, or any other ordinary person, would be able to do it.

The wood sword in Chen Su's hand, was able to cut down such a thick tree quickly, because they had injected spiritual energy s into the wood sword.

Otherwise, not to mention chopping down such a thick tree, even if the wooden sword knocked against the tree, the wooden sword would still break itself.

Seeing that Chen Su and the other man had easily chopped down a large tree with their sword in hand, Ding Ning lowered his head and looked at his hands, which had become cocoons from cutting wood. He could not help but feel envious.

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, Chen Su and Yue Yang finished chopping down all the trees in the shrubbery to the south of Qing Shui Pond. After that, the two of them sat down on the ground in exhaustion.

Ding Ning walked to the side of the two and untied the water pouch at his waist, passing it over to Chen Su as he smiled and said, "... Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Feng, you've cut too many logs already. Let alone one month, you don't even need to chop wood for three months. "

Chen Su received the water pouch and gulped down a few mouthfuls of water before smiling. Hehehe, the more the merrier! "How about this, the next time senior Lu wishes to punish you for chopping firewood, you won't have to work so hard ?"

"..." "Yes, Senior Brother Chen is right." Ding Ning was startled for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

However, even though Ding Ning said that, he was still distressed in his heart. Chen Su's two Senior Brothers were cutting firewood for him out of good intentions, but by doing so, he had lost any excuse and excuse to sneak down the mountain at night.

"..." Junior Brother Ding, I will help you cut down the firewood. However, we will not be able to help you pick firewood to climb the mountain later. " Chen Su scratched his head, and said while feeling a little embarrassed.

The reason why Chen Su helped Ding Ning chop firewood was because of the friendship between fellow disciples. However, if others saw that Ding Ning had helped him to pick firewood from the mountain, not only would they not help him, they would even burden Ding Ning and cause him to suffer an even more severe punishment.

Ding Ning smiled and shook his head: "... How would I dare to let Senior Martial Brother Chen pick firewood? Junior Martial Brother Chen cut so much firewood for me today, I am already deeply grateful. "

Chen Su waved his hand at Ding Ning, he stood up and looked at the sky, then turned to Feng Ping and said: "... Junior Feng, have you finished resting? If you have, let's hurry up and go up the mountain.

Feng Ping nodded to Chen Su and stood up to pat his butt. He looked at Ding Ning and said: "... Junior Brother Ding, then I'll leave these firewood for you to handle alone. "

Ding Ning smiled and said, "... Of course, of course. Senior Martial Brother Feng, Senior Martial Brother Chen, you should hurry back. "

Chen Su nodded his head, then turned and quickly walked up the mountain. After walking for around 10 metres, Chen Su suddenly turned around and warned Ding Ning: "... Oh, right, Junior Brother Ding. If the next time Chou Jiu and the rest bully you again, you must remember to tell me, I will definitely teach them a good lesson. "

A smile hung on Ding Ning's lips. As he waved at Chen Su, he responded loudly, "... "Got it, got it."

After Chen Su left, Ding Ning looked towards the south side of Qing Shui Pond, the shrubbery that had turned completely bare, his face could not help but reveal a bitter smile, and in the next moment, his gaze landed on the two wooden swords that Chen Su and Yue Yang had stabbed into the ground when they were leaving.

He casually picked up one of the wooden swords, and recalled the moment when Chen Su brandished his sword and cut down the tree, he suddenly said with an astonishing low voice and laughed: "... Senior Brother Chen Su, even though he had already reached the Small Circle of Completion in absorbing energy, it seems like his comprehension of the Mang Shan Sect's Nine Thunder Swords is still slightly inferior ? "

"..." Nine Thunder Swords, first move: Cloudy Sky! This is how it should be! " As the sound of his voice faded, the tip of the sword in his hand, which was slanted towards the ground, trembled slightly from left to right. With a sword strike that left no traces behind, he slashed towards a fist-sized cypress tree to his right.

Pow! A soft sound rang out.

For example, when Chen Su brandished his sword and cut down the tree, the sound of the tree trunk breaking did not appear. Instead, the wooden sword in Ding Ning's hand had shattered into two pieces.

"?" Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Ding Ning was startled, he scratched his head and sighed: "... Without the spiritual energy in his body, it seems like no matter how well the swordsmanship is learnt and understood, it will still be useless! "

Casually throwing away the broken sword, Ding Ning turned to look at the other wooden sword on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, he extended his hand and pulled out the wooden sword.

This time, when he pulled out the wooden sword, a lustrous glow was emitted from the wooden sword. Although the lustre was very weak, the entire wooden sword was wrapped inside.

His movements were exactly the same as before.

Only this time, the wooden sword in his hand produced a faint metallic sound. It was as if what he was holding was not a wooden sword, but a real sword.

Moreover, the frequency at which the wooden sword's tip vibrated was more than ten times faster than before. It was like two cicada wings when the cicada flapped its wings!

A very thin layer of white mist rose from the tip of the wooden sword. Ding Ning's wrist turned, and the wooden sword, once again at the same trajectory and angle as before, cut diagonally towards the cyan tree at his side.

A sword shadow flashed across the cypress tree!

Strangely, there was no sound at all.

The wooden sword in Ding Ning's hand and the cyan tree next to him didn't seem to have any differences, as if his sword swing didn't hit the cypress tree.

But, for some reason, seeing the scene in front of him, Ding Ning's lips curled up into a smile, as if he was extremely satisfied with his sword.