Seeing that there was no one on the grass, Yanagi walked to the edge of the lawn, took off his soft-soled slippers, and placed them neatly on the edge of the grass before stepping barefoot on the grass.

The first step is to step on the grass, subdue the spirit, cut off the troubles, and put aside the distractions.

The second step is out, and the divine will is condensed like steel, and all kinds of foreign objects are just glimpses of the heart, leaving no traces.

Starting from the third step, the whole body gradually harmonizes, starting from the foot muscles that fall to the ground, adjusting the state by itself, and gradually forming a strange melody up and down the body, as if every step is all the muscles of the whole body, sharing together.

Before the person reached the center of the lawn, Yanagi Yuanhe had already condensed his whole body into one, and at this time, he clearly sensed that seven people were watching him from all directions of the lawn. Even from the induction, he inexplicably knew that none of these seven people had any malicious intent. Even in perception, he can feel the emotional color contained in the other party's gaze.

Two of them had curious eyes, another had a kind of indifference to life as a dead thing, and the other four's eyes did not contain any definite emotional color, as if observing themselves as if they were just routine tasks.

These feelings passed through Yanagi and the mirror-like lake of the heart, and then there was no trace.

One person, one knife, the breeze blows, and the grass on the lawn is slightly tied to the soles of the feet, which is very comfortable. Nothing could shake his heart but that.

The katana slid silently out of its scabbard, and the breeze gently parted by the long sword, and the feeling of the wind rubbing the blade was like a lover's hand caressing one's skin, bringing a refreshing pleasure.

The internal energy flowed back and forth between the blade and the body, and Yanagi Motokazu closed his eyes, enjoying the conversation between the knife and the wind.

The knife separates the wind, stirs the wind, and shapes the wind, in the closed eyes of Yanagi Shengyuan and the heart lake, the outside air is clearly visible as if it is a physical entity, and he uses the long knife to agitate, cut, compress, and shape, and gradually can control the wind around his body under the long knife as he likes, this feeling, as if everything is under his own control within a zhang of the surrounding area.

Within this circumference, he is the master, even if he closes his eyes, the air flowing around him is telling him everything that happens in this range.

"Han Fang, you are the chief swordsman of our Sanlin Society, what do you think of this Yanagi Yuanhe's swordsmanship?" Behind a large floor-to-ceiling window in the villa, the three of them were standing side by side in front of the window, looking at Yanagi Yuanhe dancing on the lawn with binoculars. Takagi Keung, president of the Sanlin Association, asked.

"I can't see it, it's nothing in terms of strength, speed and technique, maybe he's just warming up. The man replied.

"But this kid is at least strong-willed, and his physical strength is good enough, he experienced such a battle yesterday, and today he actually got up before six o'clock to practice his sword. Standing on the other side was the leader of the action group, Yamamoto Shiyun, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, if he hadn't sent a few well-trained women to keep an eye on him at any time yesterday, maybe something would have happened, even so, there were two people who were tired and slept in the room and didn't come out. And this kid was able to crawl out of Gentle Township early in the morning, and the dragon spirit ran out to practice swords.

Just now, several subordinates in charge of patrolling called and said that Yanagi and went to the lawn to practice swords, and Chairman Takagi specially called Nakajima Kampata, who came overnight last night, and the three of them came to this room with a good view, and took out three binoculars, in fact, this is thirty or fifty meters away from the lawn, and you can see clearly even without a telescope. However, since it was Chairman Takagi who emphasized it, Nakajima Kampo also raised his telescope and observed.

"His swordsmanship doesn't belong to any of the schools I know, it's a bit like the Miao Dao method in China, but the Miao Dao method doesn't have as many complicated and redundant movements as his. I don't know why he practiced kendo like this. ”

Yanagi Yuanhe practiced for more than an hour, and Chairman Takagi Qiang in the room had already put down the binoculars and sat on the sofa to rest. And Nakajima Kampo and Yamamoto Shiyun were still in front of the window, raising their binoculars every once in a while to take a look.

"Very strange swordsmanship, if you didn't tell Brother Zhiyun personally that he could split bullets, I would never believe it, this kind of swordsmanship is more like a, well, a kind of dance, or fitness swordsmanship, it doesn't seem to have actual combat value. Nakajima Kampata considered and said, in his opinion, relying on such swordsmanship, let alone splitting bullets, even if he only killed more than a hundred people, he didn't believe it. However, yesterday, he also saw two bullets split into two halves, so he didn't dare to deny the opponent's swordsmanship now.

After the Zhou Tian martial arts are performed again, the internal energy of the reciprocating operation constitutes a bridge, making his people and knives, knives and winds, and people and wind form a subtle cycle. It seems that the wind can blow into his body through the knife with his internal strength, and then expel from the skin of his whole body, brushing away the fatigue and troubles of the night. Instead of feeling tired from an hour of exercise, Yanagi felt comfortable and transparent because of this cycle.

However, there was a damp, sticky feeling on the skin, which was not unfamiliar to him, and some impurities were expelled from the inside of the body, or dead cells or something.

He decided to go back and take a shower, flicked the knife away, shook it off the blade, and in a wonderful way, followed the air flow circulating by the blade, turned and walked back the way he came, his eyes did not look down at the scabbard, but the long knife slid into the scabbard like a swimming fish, nimbly and quietly, without making a sound. Instead, the invisible air flow thrown out, like a knife, cut through a row of grass and cut a shallow mark on the ground.

Seeing Yanagi Motowa leave the lawn, Nakajima Kampata threw away the binoculars, turned his head and walked outside. Takagi, who was sitting on the sofa, asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to see what's in the meadow? If I'm not mistaken, that's amazing. Nakajima said, hurriedly opening the door and walking out.

"What did he see?" Takagi looked at Yamamoto Shiyun in confusion.

"I don't know, I saw that Yanagi-kun finished his activity just now and went back to his room. ”