"What kind of sword technique is this?" Zhou Wen asked looking at the man in white.
He had no interest in the sword technique of the man in white before. He just wanted to remember the sword technique and asked the man in white to tell him how to leave, so he didn't even ask what the sword technique was called.
Now Zhou Wen has to pay attention to this seemingly inconspicuous sword technique, because he can no longer tell the man in white confidently that he has memorized the sword technique.
"It doesn't have a name, so whatever you think it is called," said the man in white.
Zhou Wen frowned and looked at the man in white, and didn't speak for a long time. Although he had long thought that the man in white could not tell him how to leave so easily, but the strangeness of this sword technique exceeded his imagination.
"Do you want me to demonstrate it to you again?" The man in white looked at Zhou Wen with a smile and asked.
"No need." Zhou Wen shook his head, gestured with the sword in his hand, and kept recalling the thirteen-style swordsmanship of the man in white.
The swordsmanship of the man in white seemed to have endless changes. Zhou Wen recalled it differently every time. For several days in a row, Zhou Wen kept recalling and making gestures with the sword, but there was no result.
Now Zhou Wen's eyes are bloodshot, as if possessed by a demon.
Under the clean moonlight, the man in white sat under the peach blossom tree, watched Zhou Wen practice his sword, and played with the wine glass in his hand, muttering to himself: "There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity, why bother?"
As he spoke, the man in white drank to the moon and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.
The stream under the moonlight reflected the figure of the man in white, but the reflected figure was not a handsome man, but a skeleton in ragged clothes.
Two days later, Zhou Wen was already in a state of being possessed, sitting under the peach blossom tree in a daze, his eyes had turned blood red, and his overall condition was very bad.
Ya'er still obediently followed Zhou Wen, not talking or disturbing Zhou Wen.
The night fell on the valley again, and the man in white appeared under the peach blossom tree again. He looked at the enchanted Zhou Wen with a strange light in his eyes, and then looked at Ya'er who was sitting next to Zhou Wen: "Little girl, do you want to learn swordsmanship?" ?"
Ya'er looked at the man in white expressionlessly, without any reaction, as if she couldn't understand what he said.
"Is he your father? It seems that your father's memory is not very good. He can't even remember such a simple sword technique after learning for so many days. I think you are very smart. If it is you, it should be very fast. You can learn it, and then you can leave with your father." The man in white said to Ya'er.
Ya'er still looked at him blankly, still without any reaction.
"It doesn't matter, you are still so young, I'm afraid you don't know what a sword is. If you don't learn it, I will personally deliver you to liberation. Just like your father, stay in this carefree place forever." Said to himself.
With that said, the man in white stood up, holding the bamboo flute in his hand, and walked towards Ya'er step by step.
When he was about to walk to Ya'er, the bamboo flute in his hand pierced Ya'er's heart like a sword blade.
when!
With a flash of the knife, the bamboo flute in the man's hand was cut in two. Zhou Wen held the bamboo knife, but the man stood up and stared at the man in white coldly.
"How is it possible?" The man in white looked at Zhou Wen dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost.
"I've already memorized your swordsmanship." Zhou Wen said, holding a bamboo knife in his hand, staring at the man in white.
"Impossible, you can't remember it." The man in white didn't believe what Zhou Wen said at all.
"Why is it impossible?" The blood in Zhou Wen's eyes was slowly receding, and the bamboo knife in his hand was also pointed at the man in white.
"Because..." the man in white was speechless.
"Because that is not the thirteen-style swordsmanship at all, but the gathering of three thousand sword intents. Every time I recall it, I will feel a different sword intent. No matter how good my memory is, it is impossible to combine three thousand Write down all the sword intents, right?" Zhou Wen said.
"That's right, that's not a swordsmanship that humans can learn. You didn't fall into the endless cycle of sword intent, so you have some skills. But it's a pity, you didn't learn my swordsmanship, so naturally you couldn't leave here , I still have to die here after all, it's just the difference between dying sooner and later." The man in white said.
"Who said I didn't learn it?" Zhou Wen said lightly.
"It's useless to say anything else, you can't learn it." The man in white said.
"Then you can watch it." Zhou Wen replaced the sword with a knife, and stabbed the man in white with a sword, which was the first move of the sword that the man in white demonstrated before.
The man in white was a little surprised, and his figure drifted away quickly, but Zhou Wen's swordsmanship was used continuously, and he used the sword technique demonstrated by the man in white in a moment, which was exactly the same as the sword technique used by the man in white. Difference.
"Is that all? Then I regret to tell you that you have not learned my swordsmanship." The man in white sneered.
Zhou Wen didn't speak, and continued to use swordsmanship, one sword after another, and the sword moves rolled out like the Yangtze River, sometimes fierce and sometimes brisk. After every thirteen moves, the style of the swordmanship would change once.
"No... Impossible..." The man in white seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't believe it at all. The expression on his face blended emotions such as panic, doubt, and disbelief.
But Zhou Wen's swordsmanship continued. He used all the swordsmanship he had recalled, and he used them in the exact order.
"How could such a thing happen... Impossible... Three thousand sword intents... How could you write down all of them..." The expression on the white-clothed man's face has become ferocious and distorted, completely gone from the previous elegance and chic.
"I don't have any other advantages as a person. The only advantage is that I can focus enough to remember things that others can't remember. It's really hard to remember three thousand sword intents, but I still remember them." Zhou Wen kept saying Make a sword move.
And as Zhou Wen's sword moves changed, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted and changed. The original beautiful valley gradually turned into ruins full of dead branches and burnt trees.
The chic and elegant man in white gradually turned into a ragged skeleton.
After Zhou Wen demonstrated all the sword skills, the skeleton collapsed and leaned against the trunk of a peach tree that had already lost its branches and leaves, and its body was even blackened, as if it had been struck by lightning.
"Impossible... Impossible for anyone to remember... Impossible..." The skeleton was still muttering to himself, as if possessed by a demon, and finally the fire of soul in its eyes gradually extinguished, and it became lifeless.
Zhou Wen looked around and found that the valley was completely different from what he had seen before. There was a piece of scorched earth everywhere. Where there was any peach blossom garden, it was simply a dead zone.
In that creek, the stream had already disappeared, and there were dense bones everywhere, like a river of hell bones.
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