When the breeze blows in the forest, the jungle rattles, and the leaves fall from the treetops like butterflies.

A squirrel thief was scurrying from branch to branch, holding a pine cone in his arms, and when he was about to jump from one trunk to the other, a sudden air flow rushed out of the ground, and it was so frightened that it jumped to a higher place.

However, with this jump, the pine cone in its arms fell to the ground.

The pine cone fell extremely fast, and it was about to fall on the thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, when suddenly a wooden sword pierced it, and along with a few fallen leaves, it was chilled by the wooden sword.

At this time, the body of the wooden sword is almost covered with fallen leaves, and the blade of the sword is invisible, just like a hunter holding a halberd full of food.

The squirrel in the treetops was clearly unhappy that the white-haired boy on the ground had snatched his food, squeaking and dancing with his hands, but he didn't dare to approach.

Qing Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up at the croaking squirrel, and the squirrel saw Qing Ming's gaze looking towards it, and hurriedly rushed into the dense foliage.

"Coward!" said Qing Ming to the treetops.

"Squeak!" the little squirrel complained from the foliage, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Qing Ming picked the pine cone at the end of the sword, walked under the tree, and gently placed the pine cone under the tree.

"I'll put your food here, be careful next time! “

With that, he inserted the wooden sword into the gap between the long strips of things he was carrying on his back, and walked out of the jungle slowly.

And his back was wrapped in coarse cloth was his Qing Ying Sword, and countless monks died under the blade of the Qing Ying Sword, so the sword blade's killing and violent attributes were created, in order to avoid damaging the academy building again, he chose to temporarily put the Qing Ying Sword on hold and replace it with a wooden sword.

Moreover, when Qing Ming was a child, he used a wooden sword made by his master Dusu to practice swords.

When Qing Ming walked away, a small head stretched out from the treetops.

The little squirrel quickly climbed from the tree to the location of the pine cone, picked up the fruit and nibbled on it twice, looking at the back of Qing Ming leaving, with a puzzled look on his face.

It couldn't understand why the human had been wielding the wooden sword here for more than ten days, and it was the same action back and forth.

Qing Ming has been practicing swords in the forest for more than ten days, but what he practiced was a wooden sword that he made himself.

In the past ten days, he gradually understood the reason why Du Xue had asked him to practice sword swinging movements tirelessly.

Only when the foundation is laid can we go wider and farther.

If it weren't for the foundation accumulated in those years, Qing Ming would have died in danger again and again.

Just as his mind fell into the memory, he walked out of the jungle before he knew it.

The area where he lived was a certain distance from the forest, and he had to pass through a circular square, which was filled with registered students who were watching.

As Qing Ming passed by them, he glanced towards the middle of the square.

I saw a group of people beating up a person, the man's cheeks were swollen, and a lot of blood was oozing from his nose and mouth, and he was obviously not lightly injured.

On a high ground next to the square, the previous teacher who had given Qing Ming a great deal of time looked at all this coldly, without the slightest intention of stopping it.

Qing Ming knew that the academy didn't care about the grievances and entanglements between the academies, no matter what kind of trouble the two sides had, as long as no one died, how to solve it, of course, including force.

Qing Ming didn't want to worry about these things, and was about to turn away, when suddenly he saw the face of the man who fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, and he couldn't help but pause, frowning slightly.

In the center of the square, Ding Chaohai looked at Han Fei who was rolling on the ground with a hideous face, and the movements under his feet did not stop kicking Han Fei's body.

"Aren't you very capable! Aren't you very capable of fighting! Get up, why are you cowering on the ground now!"

After he finished speaking, he kicked Han Fei in the lower abdomen again, and Han Fei curled up even more, and his whole body was slightly spasming.

But he didn't let out a howl of pain all the time, and gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Chaohai! It's almost, don't make trouble!" said one of Ding Chaohai's side.

Ding Chaohai seemed to be tired, rubbed his sore shoulders, and glanced at the teacher not far away.

The sect nodded to him, Ding Chaohai comprehended, but the anger in his heart was not finished, and he raised his left foot and was about to step on Han Fei's head.

Then just as there was still an inch between his feet and Han Fei's head, a wooden sword was in the way between the two, no matter how hard Ding Chaohai tried, his feet could not fall a single bit.

However, after only a half-breath, Ding Chaohai felt a huge force coming from the soles of his feet, and the wooden sword overturned his whole person like a spring.

Fortunately, he brought a lot of people today, and everyone supported him, so he didn't fall on all fours like last time.

Han Fei opened half of his eyes and saw a white-haired boy beside him at some point.

"Green... Qing Ming!" Han Fei said vaguely.

Qing Ming lifted him up from the ground, and he didn't make a sound even though he was sore in the process of getting up, but his face showed a painful look.

"The grass is not glorious in the spring breeze, and the wood is not resentful in the autumn!

Although Han Fei couldn't understand it, he still showed that row of teeth, regardless of the fact that his gums were red with blood at this time.

"It's you!" Ding Chaohai looked at Qing Ming who suddenly appeared in front of him, with a shocked and angry expression on his face.

Qing Ming ignored Ding Chaohai and the others on the side, and helped the limping Han Fei towards the accommodation area.

Qing Ming didn't look at Ding Chaohai from the moment he appeared in the square, people didn't take him seriously at all, Ding Chaohai looked at the onlookers around him, and his face hurt hotly.

"Haha, people gather by like, things by groups, let's see, these two people are the two of our registered students who have been demerited"

As soon as Ding Chaohai said this, everyone around him who was still in the same mood instantly changed their attitudes, and they all showed a well-fought expression.

"They wantonly destroyed the public property of the academy and completely disgraced the face of our registered disciples!"

Qing Ming ignored it and continued to walk forward.

"These two mountain babies are evil stars, and those who approach them will not end well, so stay away from them!" Ding Chaohai scolded Qing Ming again.

After listening to Ding Chaohai's words, the people around him gradually showed a look of disgust.

This is how people are, no matter how black or white, are always susceptible to the influence of others, and thus lose their self-judgment.

"There are freaks who have fathers and no mothers! Everyone who follows you should die!" Ding Chaohai looked at Qing Ming and ignored himself, and the anger in his heart had already reached its peak.

Then at the moment when he said this, Qing Ming stopped.

Han Fei, whose face was swollen, turned his head to look at Qing Ming, no matter how Ding Chaohai provoked him before, he ignored it, but at this time he stopped, the expression on his face was still calm, but the words he said were extremely cold.

"Say it again!"