The dream has shown signs of destruction, but the courtyard is very quiet.

Li Buzhuo stood under the toon tree, looked up at the yellow leaves all over the tree, and deduced the skills he had learned in his heart.

"What is easy?"

"Easy is the fixed number and variable of all things."

"Change means that the world and all things are always in change."

"It is not easy to say that although the transformation of all things in the world is complicated, the fixed numbers of heaven and earth are not changed. The movement of heaven and earth, the four seasons rotate, the alternating cold and heat of winter, the cold and summer are hot, the moon is full, the sun is full, the sun is biased, and things will turn back. This is a fixed number..."

"My swordsmanship is to see the changes of all things, to understand the changes in the heart, and then to be invincible."

Li Buzhuo's eyes fell on the yellow leaves, but it seemed that he was not focusing, but focused on his body.

Gradually, all the movements, smells, signs, temperatures, weather and other information were included in the heart.

Gan three consecutively, Kun six sections; Zhen tilts up the bowl, Gen covers the bowl; Li is empty, Kan is full; Dui is missing, Xun is broken at the bottom...

Based on the innate Bagua and the five elements of Yin and Yang, Li Buzhuo deduced it in his heart.

Suddenly, he took a step back slightly.

As soon as he was moving, a fallen leaf blew down the breeze, rubbing against the tip of his nose, and falling to the ground.

Li Buzhuo looked up at the branches and said to himself: "To me, these fallen leaves are variables. When I noticed the moisture in the air, I knew that the wind was coming. When I heard the sound, I knew the size of the wind, and the material was the withering of this dying leaf."

"I can get a fallen leaf, so what if there is more?"

Li Buzhuo closed his eyes and suddenly stretched out his palm and slapped the tree trunk.

Bang!

Ruthless!

Ten yellow leaves fell, and Li Buzhuo walked leisurely in the garden. Although he closed his eyes, he avoided all the fallen leaves.

But he looked very tired when he opened his eyes.

"The force of my slapping the tree's body and the color of the leaves can help me know which leaves will fall and where they will fall. However, my heart is just an introduction, and deducing that ten fallen leaves are the limit."

"Only when my heart is easy to practice and be proficient in it, I can integrate into swordsmanship, but..."

Li Buzhuo looked up and saw that the moon plate had collapsed.

"But I wonder, how long can this dream last?"

At this moment, Li Buzhuo's expression moved and suddenly drew his sword and slashed backwards!

With a swish, the blade was cold, and a fallen leaf swept away while the blade was rubbed.

"Sure enough, it's too early to use it to incorporate swordsmanship."

Li Buzhuo put away his sword, slapped the tree trunk with his palm, and continued to deduce the fallen leaves.

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I don’t know how long it took, and the chrysanthemum trees in the yard became bald.

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When the full moon collapsed into half a moon, the trees on the whole street were bald.

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On this day, Li Buzhuo came to the gate of Hedong County.

He patted all the trees in the county to bald.

"I'm bald, but I haven't become stronger yet." Li Buzhuo walked towards the city gate.

The more variables there are, the more difficult the deduction will increase in geometrical multiples. In my dreams, Li Buzhuo does not know how long he has been practicing. He knows that he hits the tree with his palm and closes his eyes and waves his sword, and can deal with thirty-eight fallen leaves at once.

This is his limit.

Falling leaves are dead objects. If they are placed in the situation of a qi refiner in the lower realm, Li Buzhuo can at most calculate the opponent's move in advance.

From this point of view, the swordsmanship that Li Buzhuo tried to pursue seemed to be very useless.

But the trees in a city are not good, so I go out to the city to take pictures of the fallen leaves all over the mountain.

As soon as Li Buzhuo walked out of the city gate, he suddenly became in a daze and felt his spirit was consumed sharply.

In an instant, the wind roared in the air, the thick clouds rolled, and the only corner of the crescent moon collapsed into silver sludge!

"It turns out that this dream is supported by my spirit, and with my spirit, it is not enough to allow me to leave the city to support a larger dream world."

Li Buzhuo immediately understood.

"It seems that this dream practice is about to end. Unfortunately, my swordsmanship has not yet been achieved. Well, there is still a tree?"

Li Buzhuo turned around. On the street in the distance, there were clusters of yellow leaves hanging on the branches stretching behind the courtyard wall.

When I got closer, I saw that the 1,024 footprints in front of the yard were extremely clear.

"It turns out that I'm back to where I come from." Li Buzhuo was stunned and couldn't help but sigh.

Walking into the yard, he looked at the Chun tree in front of him.

In this life, when Li Buzhuo rented this yard, the original owner of the yard wanted to saw off the tree because of mosquitoes, but was saved by Li Buzhuo. Now it seems that the tree is useful. Not only is he acquainted with him in his dream, but he can also use his remaining energy when he is about to leave the dream.

"If you count in this world, you are one year older, but who can say whether the years in this dream have grown or not? "Li Bulu said in a tone of reminiscing with his old friend.

"I see you again next time I dream, I don't know if it's you. At that time, I'm afraid you will be bald by me again, Brother Shu, but don't worry, this is the last time you saw me in this dream."

This time, the dream was very clear, and Li Buzhuo had a strong sense of self, which also led to the loneliness of practicing for a long time in the dream, making Li Buzhuo, who was not very talked about, talk to Yikeshu.

Boom!

A loud noise came from afar. When I looked up, I saw a strong wind whistling, sweeping down from the gray sky.

Li Buzhuo's eyes crossed the courtyard wall and saw that the highest Bailong Temple in the southeast corner of the county had been blown away, with glazed hip roofs, incense burners, Buddha statues, and sutra towers floating in the strong wind.

There is not much time left.

Li Buzhuo qi and slapped the tree trunk with one palm.

Forty fallen leaves fluttered one after another, Li Buzhuo closed his eyes, and the sword light in his hand was like lightning. In one breath, he cut thirty-eight fallen leaves into two.

But two complete fallen leaves fell lightly on his shoulders.

The strong wind blew into the middle of the county town, carrying a large number of roof tiles and wall tiles like plowing the ground.

"I can only wait for the next time to deduce it." Li Buzhuo looked up with regret.

The strong wind suddenly came, and the fallen leaves fell down one after another.

"I didn't photograph you, you're going to be bald," Li Buzhuo said to Chunshu.

Suddenly, his heart moved and he whispered: "I will wake up, and this dream world will eventually be destroyed, so the fallen leaves are not variables, but fixed numbers."

At this time, the first yellow leaf had floated three inches away from the ground.

Suddenly, a snow-bright sword light swept past!

Li Buzhuo opened his eyes, but did not look at the fallen leaves. His eyes were empty, and his black pupils reflected the scene of destruction. In the gray sky, bricks, tiles, tables, chairs, and clothes were flying, and silver sloughs like meteors flew away.

In a blink of an eye, Li Buzhuo stood with his sword, and the yellow leaves danced around him like a broken butterfly, landing, and each piece was cut in half before landing.

There are 630 pieces in total.

Standing in the middle of the fallen leaves, Li Buzhuo looked stunned.

"For this tree, wind is a variable, but for the world, this wind is a fixed number. In my eyes, the tree is deduced in my heart is the heaven and earth, so for me, this fallen leaves, which are originally variable, have also become a fixed number."

"I wanted to see the changes in everything at first, but I took a detour."

"The wind is a fixed number, the fallen leaves are a fixed number, and these yellow leaves are also a fixed number when they are cut off by my sword."

"This is my kendo."

The rumbling sounds one after another, and Li Buzhuo was completely regretful.

The darkness swallowed up the vision.
Chapter completed!