012: Fallen Leaf Kendo

　　After a meal, everyone went back to their rooms. Yang Guo went to the study to get the Analects of Confucius and Mencius before returning to his room.

　　In ancient times, there were basically no entertainment activities at night. Yang Guo traveled through the past two years and spent most of his time practicing kung fu. He had already formed a habit. Now because of the changes in the magic kung fu, he had nothing to do at night. Reading is also good.

　　However, just after opening the Analects of Confucius and reading a few pages, he felt that he was yawning profusely, that he was really not interested, so he threw it aside.

　　After thinking for a while, he walked out of the room, picked up a thin bamboo in the yard in front of the house, held it in his hand, and made casual gestures. Although he couldn't move his shoulder vigorously, it was still possible to wield the sword with only one hand. It's feasible, he couldn't help thinking about some martial arts experience in his previous life, including some profound meanings of swordsmanship, and he wanted to use some of them.

　　It's a pity that he understands the truth, but it is very difficult to actually use it.

　　The night moon hung slantingly in the western sky, under the bright moonlight, Yang Guo waved the bamboo aimlessly, and suddenly stood under a deciduous tree in front of the yard, a deciduous leaf slowly drifted past his eyes. Yang Guo raised his hand, the bamboo waved lightly, wanting to cut the fallen leaves, but the fallen leaves were so light, the breeze from the bamboo wave had already blown them away, unexpectedly he failed.

　　Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Yang Guo's mind.

　　fallen leaves!

　　Yes, in the countless novels I read in my previous life, didn't many of the protagonists practice swordsmanship with fallen leaves?

　　Think of fallen leaves as enemies, and pierce them before they touch the ground. One fallen leaf may be easy to do, but what if ten fallen leaves fall at the same time? Hundred pieces? What about thousand pieces?

　　As soon as he thought about it, Yang Guo took the thin bamboo in his hand and kicked it against the nearby tree. The tree trunk shook suddenly, and countless fallen leaves fluttered down from the top of his head. Under the moonlight, Yang Guo stared at the tree closely. Those leaves that kept falling from the top of the head suddenly stabbed with a sword!

　　Chi, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and a gust of wind caused the target to be blown away, failure!

　　Stab again! Another fallen leaf slid past the tip of the thin bamboo, if you don't believe me, the sword head turned, followed the slid leaf, tried to pierce it, and slipped away again!

　　I tried dozens of times in a row, but all ended in failure without exception!

　　Frustrated!

　　Yang Guo stopped his movements, looked up at the night sky blankly, the stars in the night sky were shining brilliantly, like a sudden flash of sword light in the dark night.

　　The reason why the thin bamboo failed to pierce the fallen leaves was because the fallen leaves would always be deviated from the original trajectory by the airflow that the thin bamboo passed by when they were about to pierce, but how could there be no airflow when the sword was drawn?

　　Suddenly, he thought that if he drew the sword faster and stabbed the fallen leaves before they had time to move away, wouldn't it be a success?

　　Lifting up the thin bamboo again, Yang Guo thrust out with a sharp sword, the thin bamboo made a piercing sound in the air, piercing a fallen leaf with a swish, but it was still much slower, although the sword touched the fallen leaf , but because it was not fast enough, it still failed to pierce it, because before the piercing, it was blown away by the wind brought by the sword.

　　However, after this trial, Yang Guo already had a general idea in his mind, piercing the fallen leaves may not be impossible, as long as the speed is fast enough and the moves are accurate enough, the goal can be achieved!

　　It is also because of the injury now, there will inevitably be some obstacles between the moves, and there is nothing to do about it.

　　Back in the room, there was nothing to say all night, the next morning, Yang Guo went out, came to the open space where he practiced yesterday, and started to practice again. It will take at least a few months to recover, but under the nourishment of the innate nine yang zhenqi, Yang Guo feels that he can recover in only one week. Such a terrifying recovery power is definitely beyond the scope of martial arts.

　　A week later, the injury on Yang Guo's shoulder had recovered to the original state, and the cultivation in the past few days had also increased the true energy in his body. It feels very refreshing to feel that everyone's skills have improved.

　　On this day, Yang Guo was practicing as usual when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of playfulness not far away. The three of Wu are playing. It seems to be catching crickets among the grass.

　　Folk children usually play cricket fighting, Yang Guo remembers playing it, but now he can't play it, so he just looked at them a few times before turning around and leaving to find another quiet place to practice.

　　At this time, Da Wu saw Yang Guo's figure and couldn't help calling him: "Brother Yang, you are here too, why don't you play with us?"

　　Yang Guo shook his head and smiled, "I don't like to play, you guys can play." He didn't want to play with children.

　　"Brother Yang, isn't it fun?" Xiao Wu asked.

　　Yang Guo smiled and shook his head.

　　Guo Fu said angrily: "If you don't play, then don't play, we don't want you to play!"

　　The little girl was proud, Yang Guo put on a look of indifference, which made her feel that she was bored.

　　Yang Guo waved his hand, turned around and left, found another clean space to sit down, and continued the practice just now, fortunately he could stop this exercise at any time, otherwise with Guo Fu and the other three on this island, he would really There is no way to practice well.

　　However, not long after he sat down, he opened his eyes again, looked at the little girl approaching quietly in front of him and said, "Little girl, don't you want to play with Da Wu and Xiao Wu?"

　　It was Guo Fu who followed, her face was full of displeasure, and she stared at him: "I don't think it's fun anymore, so I won't play!"

　　"Oh, then why did you come to see me?" Yang Guo couldn't help laughing.