"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Zhou Wen asked, looking at the man in white.
He had no interest in the swordsmanship of the man in white before. He just wanted to remember the swordsmanship and let the man in white tell him how to leave, so he didn't even ask what the swordsmanship was called.
Now Zhou Wen had to pay attention to this seemingly inconspicuous sword technique, because he could no longer tell the man in white that he had memorized the sword technique as confidently as he had at first.
"It doesn't have a name. Whatever you think it is, it's called whatever it is." The man in white said.
Zhou Wen frowned and looked at the man in white, and said nothing for a long time. Although he had already thought that the man in white could not tell him how to leave so easily, the weirdness of this swordsmanship exceeded his imagination.
"Do you want me to demonstrate it to you again?" The man in white asked, looking at Zhou Wen with a smile.
"No need." Zhou Wen shook his head and gestured with the sword in his hand, while constantly recalling the thirteen sword techniques 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, Zhou Wen kept recalling and making gestures with his sword, but with no results.
Now Zhou Wen's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was possessed by a demon.
Under the clear moonlight, the man in white was sitting under the peach blossom tree. While watching Zhou Wen practice his sword, he played with the wine glass in his hand and murmured to himself: "There is nothing in the world. If you don't bother yourself, why bother."
With that said, the man in white looked at the moon and drank the wine in the cup.
The stream under the moonlight reflected the figure of the man in white, but the reflected figure was not a handsome man, but a ragged skeleton.
Two days later, Zhou Wen seemed to be possessed by a demon. He was sitting under the peach blossom tree, stunned, his eyes had turned blood red, and his overall condition was very bad.
Ya'er still followed Zhou Wen obediently, neither talking nor disturbing Zhou Wen.
Night fell again in the valley, and the man in white appeared under the peach blossom tree again. He looked at the possessed Zhou Wen, with a strange light shining in his eyes. Then he looked at Ya'er sitting next to Zhou Wen: "Little girl, you want to learn swordsmanship." ?"
Ya'er looked at the man in white expressionlessly, without any reaction, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.
"Is he your father? It seems that your father's memory is not very good. He can't even remember such a simple swordsmanship after learning it for so many days. I see that you are very smart. If it is you, you should be very fast. You can learn it, and then you can take your father and leave with you." The man in white said to Ya'er.
Ya'er still looked at him expressionlessly, still showing no reaction at all.
"It doesn't matter, you are still so young, I'm afraid you don't know what a sword is, and you don't want to learn it. I will personally help you to be liberated, and stay in this carefree place forever like your father." The man in white said to himself 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 reach Ya'er, the bamboo flute in his hand pierced Ya'er's heart like a sword.
when!
The sword flashed, and the bamboo flute in the man in white was instantly cut into two pieces. Zhou Wen held the bamboo knife in his hand, but the man stood up and stared at the man in white coldly.
"How is that possible?" The man in white looked at Zhou Wen dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost.
"I have memorized your swordsmanship." Zhou Wen held the bamboo sword in his hand and stared 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 bloodshot eyes in Zhou Wen's eyes were slowly receding, and the bamboo knife in his hand was pointed at the man in white.
"Because..." The man in white was speechless.
"Because it is not the thirteen sword techniques at all, but the gathering of three thousand sword intentions. Every time I recall it, I will feel a different sword intention. No matter how good my memory is, it is impossible to remember the three thousand sword intentions. Have you written down all the sword intentions, right?" Zhou Wen said.
"Yes, that is not a sword technique that humans can learn. You did not fall into the endless reincarnation of the sword, and you have some skills. But it is a pity that you failed to learn my sword technique, so naturally you cannot leave here. , you will still die here after all, it’s just the difference between dying early and dying later.” said the man in white.
"Who says I haven't learned it?" Zhou Wen said lightly.
"No matter what you say, it's useless. You can't learn it." The man in white said.
"Then just watch." Zhou Wen used a knife instead of a sword and stabbed the man in white with his sword. It was the first move of the sword technique that the man in white had demonstrated before.
The man in white was slightly surprised, and his figure quickly retreated. However, Zhou Wen continued to use his sword skills. In a moment, he used the sword skills demonstrated by the man in white, which were exactly the same as those 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 said with a sneer.
Zhou Wen did not speak, and continued to use swordsmanship, one sword after another. The sword moves rolled out like the Yangtze River, sometimes fierce, sometimes brisk. After every thirteen moves, the style of the swordsmanship would change.
"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 was a mixture of panic, doubt, disbelief and other emotions.
But Zhou Wen's sword skills continued. He used all the sword skills he had recalled one by one, and he still used them in the exact order.
"How could such a thing be possible... It's impossible... Three Thousand Sword Intentions... How could you have written them all down..." The expression on the man in white's face has become ferocious and twisted, completely losing the elegance and ease before. .
"I don't have any other advantages. The only advantage is that I am focused enough and can remember some things that others cannot remember. It is really difficult to remember three thousand sword intentions, but I still remember it." Zhou Wen kept saying Use sword moves.
As Zhou Wen's sword moves changed, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted and changed, and the originally beautiful valley gradually turned into ruins full of dead branches and charred trees.
The handsome and elegant man in white gradually turned into a ragged skeleton.
After Zhou Wen demonstrated all the sword skills, the skeleton slumped down and leaned against the trunk of the peach tree, which seemed to have been struck by lightning. There were no branches and leaves, and the tree body was even more charred.
"It's impossible...it's impossible for anyone to remember it...it's impossible..." The skeleton was still mumbling to itself, as if it was possessed. Finally, the soul fire in its eyes gradually extinguished, and it no longer looked alive at all. .
Zhou Wen looked around and found that the valley was completely different from what he had seen before. There was scorched earth everywhere, and wherever there was any peach blossom garden, it was simply a land of death.
There was no trace of water in that creek, and there were bones everywhere, like a river of bones from hell.
