But in the next few days, Zhou Wen never saw the man in white again, and the entire valley was empty, which made Zhou Wen very suspicious whether this dimensional field was a prison specially used to imprison people.
Fortunately, Zhou Wen still had Ya'er by his side. Even though she seldom spoke, she still felt much better with someone by her side.
While setting up in the valley, Zhou Wen swiped the phone copy, waiting for the man in white to appear again.
This wait lasted seven days, and at night after seven days, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar sound of the flute again, and hurried to look under the peach blossom tree by the stream, and sure enough, he saw the man in white sitting where he was playing the flute last time.
His flute sound is quiet and ethereal, which makes people feel relaxed after listening to it, and has a sense of freedom to forget their troubles.
Zhou Wen's determination was firm, and he was not affected by the sound of the flute. He only thought about how to subdue the man in white and asked how to get out of here.
"We meet again." After a song, the man in white looked at Zhou Wen again and said, "Do you want a drink this time?"
"I just want to know how to get out of here." Zhou Wen stared at the man in white, no matter what, he couldn't make him disappear like last time.
"It seems that you have made up your mind." The man in white said while holding a wine glass.
"Yes." Zhou Wen nodded slightly, already clenched the bamboo knife in his hand.
"Well then, I can tell you how to get out of here, but I have one condition." The man in white said unexpectedly.
"What conditions?" Zhou Wen looked at the man in white in surprise.
"Can you use a sword?" the man in white said while playing with his wine glass.
"It's not really good, I just learned a few sword skills." Zhou Wen replied.
"No, it's nothing. I have a sword technique here. As long as you can learn this sword technique, I will tell you how to leave here." The man in white said.
"Why?" Zhou Wen was a little surprised, he had never seen such a dimensional creature.
"No reason, do you want to learn or not?" The man in white did not explain the reason.
"I'll learn." Zhou Wen thought for a while, nodded and agreed.
"My swordsmanship has thirteen moves in total. It's not too difficult. No matter how stupid you are, you should be able to learn it in three to five days." The man in white said, stood up, and picked up a withered sword from the ground. branch, and danced.
He used a branch instead of a sword, and used that set of sword techniques. The sword technique was clear and elegant, and it seemed that there was no murderous intent.
Most swordsmanship in the world seeks to injure the enemy, but his swordsmanship is not oppressive at all. Rather than killing the enemy, it is more like a sword dance for self-entertainment.
Soon, the man in white danced the thirteen-style swordsmanship, then looked at Zhou Wen with a half-smile and asked, "Do you remember?"
"Remember." Zhou Wen's memory is excellent, and the thirteen moves are not too complicated, and he remembers every movement clearly.
The man in white smiled slightly: "Come here to find me after you have practiced."
"Don't be so troublesome, I'll practice it for you now. Tonight, it shouldn't be difficult to learn. As long as I can fully use the sword technique, I've learned it, right?" Zhou Wen said, looking at the man in white.
"That's right, as long as you can use that sword technique completely, you will be considered to have learned it." The man in white twirled the bamboo flute between his fingers.
"Okay, then I'll practice it for you now." Zhou Wen said, and summoned a legendary slender sword. It was a companion egg that exploded from the ancient sword mound, and it was not very useful at ordinary times. Judging from its sword shape, it is more suitable for this set of swordsmanship, so Zhou Wen summoned it casually.
Holding the sword in his hand, Zhou Wen first recalled the sword technique of the man in white in his mind. After making sure that no details were forgotten, Zhou Wen began to draw the sword.
With his combat experience and talent, it was too easy to imitate a set of sword moves, not to mention only thirteen moves, even if there were more than one hundred moves, Zhou Wen could imitate them exactly after watching them only once.
But when Zhou Wen stabbed out with a sword, he froze there. He couldn't continue practicing after just one stab.
It doesn't mean how difficult the moves of this sword technique are. With Zhou Wen's current physical fitness, no matter how difficult the moves are, as long as they are supported by the human body, he can use them.
But this sword, Zhou Wen couldn't take it anymore, because he found that the swordsmanship in his memory seemed to be somewhat different from the swordsmanship demonstrated by the man in white.
"Strange! How could it be different?" Zhou Wen frowned slightly, retracted the stabbing sword, and carefully recalled the sword technique of the man in white.
The memory of the sword technique clearly appeared in Zhou Wen's mind, but Zhou Wen's expression gradually changed.
Because the sword technique he remembered in his mind now seemed to be completely different from the whole technique he had just memorized.
This feeling is very strange, like a person who clearly remembers that the person he saw was in red clothes, but when he recalled it again, the color of the person's clothes in his memory turned white.
There was a conflict between memory and memory, which Zhou Wen had never encountered before.
Turning to look at the man in white, I wanted to ask him what was going on, but there was no one under the peach blossom tree, and the man in white had already disappeared.
Zhou Wen frowned slightly, and recalled the thirteen-style swordsmanship again, but this time it was different from the swordsmanship in the previous two memories.
It's as if Zhou Wen memorized three different sets of sword techniques. Although the sword techniques are all thirteen styles, their styles are completely different.
The swordsmanship demonstrated by the man in white was elegant, but the swordsmanship in Zhou Wen's second memory was fierce and domineering, and the swordsmanship in his third memory was feminine and mysterious, which made Zhou Wen doubt his own memory.
Then when Zhou Wen wanted to recall it carefully again, he found that the sword technique had changed again. Every time he recalled the sword technique, it seemed to be different.
"What's going on?" Zhou Wen's expression fluctuated. He was sure that his memory was absolutely fine, but why did his memory keep changing? Zhou Wen couldn't figure it out either.
"Is it a hallucination?" Zhou Wen quickly denied this idea. His concentration was so high that even if it was a hallucination, it would be difficult to shake his will. If it was just a pure hallucination, it would be impossible to affect his brain like this.
"If it's not a hallucination, then there is something wrong with the sword technique itself." Zhou Wen went to recall the thirteen sword techniques again and again and again, and he wanted to try to see how many different memories he would have.
The night passed, and the sun rose and set. When the night came again, Zhou Wen had recalled it at least a hundred times, but the sword skills he recalled each time were different, and none of them were repeated.
"Do you remember?" On the branch of the moon, the man in white appeared under the peach tree again, sitting on the root of the tree, holding a jug in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and asked while pouring wine.