Chopping wood and carrying water, such things are boring and painful. If you weren't worried about the impact on the two ladies, Zhou Chengzhen wanted to leave and go to the Danhua Sect where his rabbit raised.

Put a piece of wood, pick up the axe on the side and chop it hard. The wood was split in half, arranged again, and then chopped again. Although this is a strength job, Zhou Cheng had the foundation of the peak acquired realm after all, and now he has entered the Qi training stage again, which is not difficult. Of course, this is just about chopping a certain amount of firewood.

During this period of Qi training, the foundation was not laid well, nor did I learn any training assistance. After about ten loads of chopped, my arms gradually became tired, and after a hundred loads, I seemed to have become sore.

Under the current circumstances, it should be fine to split the 300-load of firewood today, but tomorrow and the next two days, unless there is a special way to recover, these two arms will not have to think about moving.

This is not a solution. I was so angry today that I was probably remembered by the manager of Naofu, and I might be arrested as a typical example for the key education.

Several thoughts flashed through Zhou Cheng's mind, and suddenly slapped his head and shouted that he was so stupid.

You don’t have to use an axe to chop firewood. The rust sword has the strange sharp power. Isn’t it better to use it to chop firewood than anything else?

No longer hesitated, he hurried back to his residence and took the rust sword over.

He put the wood and slashed it with a sword, which immediately stunned Zhou Cheng. The wood broke as expected, but it was not broken into several pieces, but directly turned into powder.

These firewood should be used for cooking, and powder-like wood ash is almost the same as bacon, so naturally I can't pay the job to Manager Fei.

I have to find a way to make the power of the rust sword weaker. Zhou Cheng put the wood on and chopped it down with a lighter force. But there was no difference, it still broke into powder. The sharp power of the rust sword seemed to be innate and had nothing to do with his own strength.

After trying this a few times, there was no change. Zhou Cheng suddenly felt aroused his heart and thought of the strange connection between himself and it after injecting new internal force into the rust sword. It was like using it like an arm to use it.

Wouldn't it be better to chop firewood in that way?

The internal force was immediately activated and the rust sword was slowly injected into it. The strange sense of connection appeared again. When he slashed the rust sword at the wood again, he immediately clearly felt an indescribable force appeared on the rust sword, which was extremely strange.

This force should be the sharp power of the Rust Sword. Without thinking too much, Zhou Cheng began to activate his internal force and tried to suppress the strange power.

Soon, he was shocked to find that without suppressing himself, as long as his mind changes, the strange power can change accordingly, either strong or weak.

When the sword was slashed, the wood immediately shattered. Although it was still quite thoroughly, it was no longer like powder, but became strands of small wood.

Sure enough, Zhou Cheng was very happy and immediately put the wood on and tried again.

He chopped down again and again, failed again and again, but he was getting closer and closer to the effect Zhou Cheng wanted. After dozens of times, there was finally a pile of ideal firewood among the wood chips on the ground, and his control of that strange power also reached a new level. Not to mention perfection, he was already relaxed and relaxed.

Before I knew it, it was getting late. Manager Fei did not come back, and the others returned to their residences one by one to rest.

Their situation is similar to Zhou Cheng, and they cannot easily complete such a task, and they are already exhausted. Especially those who usually choose to chop firewood first, and their arms are probably going to have to rest for a few days.

Everyone went back to rest, but Zhou Cheng had no intention of rest, but was quite excited.

He used to be at the peak of acquired realm, but later he finally reached the innate realm, but he could only be described as a martial arts master, and he could not be said to be a cultivator at all.

But at this moment, the magical sense between this new internal force and the rust sword made him feel as if he had seen a new world.

This is the cultivation of immortality, which is completely different from practicing martial arts, and it is even more wonderful.

Suddenly, Zhou Cheng even felt that this seemed to be something that suits him. If he could go on this road, he would definitely be able to go quite far.

Although he was just an outer disciple of the Danhua Sect and could not learn the advanced skills here, this would not discourage Zhou Cheng.

After experiencing the evil man, he was able to fully confirm that the rust sword in his hand was absolutely extraordinary. He did not know how to control it at all. He could kill such a powerful evil man with its most basic power alone. If he could use this sword to perfection, he would definitely not be weaker than the so-called Danhua Sect's martial arts.

Although it is just the most basic power to control the rust sword, it seems to open a mysterious door for Zhou Cheng.

He knew that he was lazy and it was rare that he could hold on to something for a long time. At this time, he was very interested and did not want to end what he was doing at this moment, and intended to accomplish it overnight.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Cheng waved the rust sword in his hand and slashed it again and again. The broken firewood made him more and more satisfied, but an indescribable question emerged in his heart.

The cheap master will definitely not be as simple as he thought at the beginning. How could such a person be knocked down by a wild dog? Many things seem coincidental, but when they are linked together, they seem to be deliberately.

Although Zhou Cheng is lazy, he is never stupid. Once he starts to use his brain, he is far better than too many people, otherwise he would not have made Su Yuexi happy for so many years.

Zhou Cheng was puzzled why the sloppy old man had to approach him deliberately. At least for now, he really couldn't see anything that could be coveted by others.

This question cannot be answered by himself. Before he knew it, it was already dawn, and Zhou Cheng finally finished his efforts.

After a rough calculation, he probably chopped 1,500 loads of wood that night, and he split nearly 20% of the wood in the entire yard.

The three-day mission that Manager Fei ordered was already completed more than half ahead of schedule, but Zhou Cheng's task in his mind was not completed. After a night, he could clearly feel that he could not fully control the sharp power in the rusty sword, and the more he went, the more difficult it was. There was no doubt that it would take quite a long time to achieve the intended purpose.

I could only take it slowly and sighed in my heart. After the firewood was chopped, it was time to carry water.

Just as he saw the big water tank, Zhou Cheng felt a headache. With a rust sword in his mouth, chopping firewood was no longer a problem, but he couldn't find any tricks to get water. What should he do?
Chapter completed!