But in the following days, Zhou Wen never saw the man in white again, and the entire valley was deserted, which made Zhou Wen very suspicious whether this dimensional realm was a prison specially used to imprison people.
Fortunately, Zhou Wen still had Ya'er by his side. Although she seldom spoke, it still felt much better to have someone by his side.
While Zhou Wen was setting up in the valley, he was refreshing the copy on his phone, waiting for the man in white to appear again.
This wait lasted for seven days. At night after seven days, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar sound of the flute again. He quickly 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 last time, playing the flute.
The sound of his flute is quiet and ethereal, which makes people feel relaxed after listening to it, and makes people feel comfortable and forget their worries.
Zhou Wen was determined and was not affected by the sound of the flute. He just thought about how to subdue the man in white and find out how to leave here.
"We meet again." After the 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, unable to make him disappear like last time.
"It seems you have made up your mind." The man in white said while holding the wine glass.
"Yes." Zhou Wen nodded slightly and already clenched the bamboo knife in his hand.
"Okay then, I can tell you how to leave here, but I have a condition." The man in white said to Zhou Wen's surprise.
"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 the wine glass.
"Not really, I just learned a few sword skills." Zhou Wen replied.
"It doesn't matter if you don't. 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 shocked. He had never seen such a dimensional creature before.
"For whatever 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 and nodded in agreement.
"My sword technique has a total of thirteen moves. 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 dead stick from the ground. branch, and then started dancing.
He used a branch instead of a sword and used the sword technique. The sword technique was clear and elegant, and seemed to have no murderous intent.
Most of the swordsmanship in the world is aimed at injuring 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 sword skills once, then looked at Zhou Wen with a half-smile and asked: "Do you remember it?"
"Remember." Zhou Wen's memory is excellent, and the thirteen sword techniques are not too complicated. He remembers every move clearly.
The man in white smiled slightly: "After you have practiced, come back and find me here."
"Don't bother me. I'll practice it for you now. It shouldn't be difficult to learn it in one night. As long as I can use the sword technique completely, I will count it as mastered, right?" Zhou Wen looked at the man in white and said.
"Yes, as long as you can use the sword technique completely, you will be considered to have learned it." The man in white turned the bamboo flute between his fingers.
"Okay, then I will practice it for you now." Zhou Wen said, summoning a legendary slender sword. It was a companion egg exploded from the ancient sword tomb. It is usually of little use. Judging from its sword shape, it seemed more suitable for this set of sword techniques, so Zhou Wen summoned it casually.
Zhou Wen held the sword and recalled the swordsmanship 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 is too easy to imitate a set of swordsmanship moves. Not to mention just thirteen moves, even more than a hundred moves, Zhou Wen can imitate them perfectly after just seeing them once.
But Zhou Wen stabbed out with his sword, but he was stunned. He couldn't practice anymore after just stabbing him with the sword.
It doesn't matter how difficult the moves of this swordsmanship are. With Zhou Wen's current physical fitness, he can use no matter how difficult the moves are, as long as they are supported by the human body.
But Zhou Wen couldn't take this sword, because he found that the sword technique in his memory seemed to be somewhat different from the sword technique demonstrated by the man in white.
"Strange! How could it be different?" Zhou Wen frowned slightly, took back the sword he thrust out, and then carefully recalled the swordsmanship of the man in white.
The memory of swordsmanship clearly appeared in Zhou Wen's mind, but Zhou Wen's expression gradually changed.
Because the swordsmanship he remembered in his mind now seemed completely different from the entire swordsmanship he had just memorized.
This feeling is very strange, like a person clearly remembering that the person he saw was wearing red clothes, but when he recalled it, the color of the person's clothes in the memory turned into white.
There was a conflict between memory and memory. Zhou Wen had never encountered this situation before.
He turned to look at the man in white, wanting to ask him what was going on, but there was no one under the peach blossom tree, and the man in white had long since disappeared.
Zhou Wen frowned slightly and recalled the thirteen sword techniques again. It turned out that this time it was different from the sword techniques in the previous two memories.
It was as if Zhou Wen had memorized three different sets of sword techniques. Although the sword techniques all had thirteen styles, 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 carefully again, he found that the sword technique had changed again. The sword technique he recalled seemed to be different every time.
"What is going on?" Zhou Wen's expression changed. He was sure that there was absolutely no problem with his memory, but why did his memory keep changing? Zhou Wen couldn’t understand either.
"Is it an hallucination?" Zhou Wen quickly denied this idea. He was very focused. Even if it was an hallucination, it would be difficult to shake his will. If it was just a pure hallucination, it would not be able to affect his brain in this way.
"If it's not an illusion, then there's something wrong with the swordsmanship itself." Zhou Wen went to recall the thirteen swordsmanships again, and kept recalling them over and over again. He wanted to try to see how many different memories he would have.
The night passed, and the sun rose and set. When night came again, Zhou Wen had recalled it at least a hundred times, but the sword skills recalled each time were different, and none of them were repeated.
"Do you remember?" On the branches of the moon, the man in white appeared under the peach blossom tree again, sitting on the root of the tree, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and asked, pouring wine.
