Chapter 883 13-Style Swordsmanship

But in the next few days, Zhou Wen never saw the man in white again, and there was no one in the whole valley, which made Zhou Wen very doubtful whether this dimensional field was a prison specially used for imprisoning people.

Fortunately, there is Ya'er by Zhou Wen's side. Although she rarely speaks, it feels much better to have someone by her side.

While arranging in the valley, Zhou Wen swiped a copy of his mobile phone, waiting for the man in white to appear again.

This wait was seven days. In the evening seven days later, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar sound of the flute again, and hurriedly ran to the peach blossom tree by the stream to take a look, and sure enough, he saw the man in white sitting where he was playing the flute last time.

The sound of his flute is quiet and ethereal, which makes people feel relaxed after listening to them, and has a sense of freedom to forget their troubles.

Zhou Wen's resolve 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 met again." After a song, the man in white looked at Zhou Wen again and said, "Would you like 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 with a glass of wine.

"Yes." Zhou Wen nodded slightly, already clenching 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 with surprise.

"Can you use a sword?" said the man in white, playing with the wine glass.

"It's not a meeting, I just learned a few sword techniques." Zhou Wen replied.

"No, it's nothing, I have a swordsmanship here, as long as you can learn this swordsmanship, 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 why, do you want to learn or not?" The man in white did not explain the reason.

"I learn." Zhou Wen thought for a while, nodded and agreed.

"There are thirteen styles of my swordsmanship. It's not too difficult. No matter how stupid I am, I should be able to learn it in three to five days." twigs, and then began to dance.

He replaced the sword with branches, and used that set of swordsmanship.

Most of the swordsmanship in the world is to injure the enemy, but his swordsmanship is not oppressive at all.

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, the thirteen-style swordsmanship is not too complicated, and he remembers every movement clearly.

The man in white smiled slightly: "After you have practiced, come and find me here."

"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 swordsmanship, I've learned it, right?" Zhou Wen looked at the man in white and said.

"good,

As long as you can use that sword technique completely, even if you have learned it. "The bamboo flute in the hands of the man in white spun between his fingers.

"Okay, then I'll practice and show you now." Zhou Wen said, and summoned a legendary-level slender sword, which was a companion egg that exploded from the ancient sword mound, which is usually not very useful. Judging from its sword shape, it is more suitable for this set of swordsmanship, so Zhou Wen summoned it casually.

Holding the sword, Zhou Wen first recalled the swordsmanship of the man in white in his mind, making sure that there was no forgetting of any details, and Zhou Wen began to use the sword.

With his combat experience and talent, it is too easy to imitate a set of swordsmanship moves, not to mention only thirteen moves, even if it is more than 100 moves, Zhou Wen can imitate it with just one look.

However, Zhou Wen stabbed with a sword, but the person was stunned there. Just stabbed with a sword, he couldn't continue to practice.

It's not that the moves of this sword technique are difficult. With Zhou Wen's current physical quality, 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 can it be different?" Zhou Wen frowned slightly, withdrew the sword he stabbed out, and carefully recalled the swordsmanship of the man in white.

The memory of swordsmanship clearly appeared in Zhou Wen's mind, but Zhou Wen's face gradually changed.

Because the sword technique he remembered in his mind now seems to be completely different from the full technique he remembered just now.

This kind of feeling is very strange, like a person who clearly remembers that the person he sees is wearing red clothes, but when he goes to recall, the color of the person's clothes in his memory has changed to white.

There was a conflict between memory and memory, a situation Zhou Wen had never encountered before.

He turned to look at the man in white, and wanted to ask him what was going on, but there was no one under the peach tree, and the man in white had long since 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 was as if Zhou Wen had memorized three different sets of swordsmanship. Although the swordsmanships were all thirteen, the styles were 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 again, he found that the swordsmanship had changed again, and the swordsmanship he recalled seemed to be different each time.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhou Wen's expression was fluctuating. He was sure that his memory was absolutely fine, but why did his memory keep changing? Zhou Wen didn't understand either.

"Is it an illusion?" Zhou Wen quickly denied this idea. His concentration is very high, even if it is an illusion, it is difficult to shake his will. If it is just a pure illusion, it is impossible to affect his brain in this way.

"If it's not a hallucination, then there is a problem with the swordsmanship itself." Zhou Wen went to recall the thirteen-style swordsmanship again, and kept recalling it over and over again. He wanted to try it to see how many different memories he would have.

The dark night passed, the sun rose and set, and when the night came again, Zhou Wen had recalled it at least a hundred times, but the swordsmanship recalled each time was different, and none of them was repeated.

"Do you remember?" On the branches of the moon, the man in white appeared again under the peach blossom tree, sitting on the root of the tree, holding a jug in one hand and a glass in the other, pouring wine and asking.

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