"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Zhou Wen asked, looking at the man in white.

He wasn't interested in the swordsmanship of the man in white before, he just wanted to memorize the swordsmanship and let the man in white tell him how to leave, so he didn't even ask what the name of this swordsmanship was.

Now Zhou Wen had to pay attention to this set of swordsmanship that didn't seem very inconspicuous, because he couldn't confidently tell the man in white that he had memorized the swordsmanship as he did at the beginning.

"There's no name, whatever you think it's called. The man in white said.

Zhou Wen frowned and looked at the man in white, and didn't speak for a long time, although he had long thought that it was impossible for the man in white to tell him how to leave so easily, but the weirdness of this sword technique exceeded his imagination.

"Do you want me to show you again?" asked the man in white as he looked at Zhou Wen with a smile.

"No need. Zhou Wen shook his head, holding the sword in his hand and gesturing, while constantly 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 differently every time, for several days in a row, Zhou Wen kept recalling, constantly using the sword to compare, but there was no result.

Now Zhou Wen's eyes are already bloodshot, as if he is enchanted.

Under the clean moonlight, the man in white sat under the peach blossom tree, watching Zhou Wen practice his sword, while playing with the wine glass in his hand, and muttered to himself: "There is nothing in the world, and mediocre people disturb themselves, why bother." ”

As he spoke, the man in white drank to the moon and drank all the wine in his cup.

The stream in the moonlight reflected the figure of the man in white, but the reflected figure was not a beautiful man, but a ragged skeleton.

After another two days, Zhou Wen was already like a demon, sitting under the peach blossom tree, his eyes had turned blood-red, and the whole person was in a very bad state.

Ya'er still followed Zhou Wen obediently, not talking or disturbing Zhou Wen.

Night fell on the valley again, and the man in white appeared under the peach blossom tree again, he looked at Zhou Wen who was enchanted, his eyes flashed with strange brilliance, 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 him.

"Is he your father? It seems that your father's memory is not very good, and he can't even remember such a simple swordsmanship after learning so many days, but I think you are smart and clever, and if it were you, you should be able to learn it soon, and then you can take your father with you." The man in white said to Ya'er.

Ya'er still looked at him expressionlessly, still not reacting.

"Anyway, you're still so young, I'm afraid you don't know what a sword is, so if you don't learn it, I'll personally liberate you, and stay in this carefree place forever like your father. The man in white muttered to himself.

As he spoke, 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's side, the bamboo flute in his hand stabbed into Ya'er's heart like a sword blade.

While!

The knife flashed, and the bamboo flute in the hand of the man in white was instantly cut in two, Zhou Wen held the bamboo knife in his hand, but the person stood up and stared coldly at the man in white.

"How is it possible?" the man in white looked at Zhou Wen dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost.

"I've memorized your swordsmanship. Zhou Wen held a bamboo knife in his hand and stared at the man in white and said.

"No way, you can't remember. The man in white didn't believe what Zhou Wen said at all.

"Why is it impossible?" The bloodshot in Zhou Wen's eyes was slowly receding, and the bamboo knife in his hand also pointed at the man in white.

"Because ......," the man in white was speechless.

"Because it's not a thirteen-style sword technique at all, but a gathering of three thousand sword intents, every time I recall, I will feel a different kind of sword intent, no matter how good my memory is, it is impossible to memorize all three thousand 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 reincarnation of sword intent, you have some skills. But it's a pity that you can't learn my swordsmanship, so naturally you can't leave here, and you still have to die here after all, it's just the difference between dying early and dying later. The man in white said.

"Who said I didn't learn?" Zhou Wen said lightly.

"It's useless to say anything, you can't learn it. The man in white said.

"Then you're in for a treat. Zhou Wen replaced the sword with a sword, and stabbed at the man in white, which was the first style of the swordsmanship demonstrated by the man in white before.

The man in white was slightly surprised, and his figure quickly retreated, but Zhou Wen's swordsmanship continued to be used, and in a moment, he used the swordsmanship demonstrated by the man in white, which was exactly the same as the swordsmanship used by the man in white.

"Is that all? Then I'm sorry to tell you that you didn't learn my swordsmanship. The man in white said with a sneer.

Zhou Wen didn't speak, and continued to use swordsmanship, sword after sword, sword moves rolled out like the Yangtze River, sometimes fierce, sometimes brisk, after every thirteen styles, the style of swordsmanship will have a change.

"No...... Impossible......" The man in white seemed to think of something, but he couldn't believe it at all, and the expression on his face mixed with emotions such as horror, doubt, and disbelief.

But Zhou Wen's swordsmanship continued, and he used all the swordsmanship he had recalled, and he used it exactly in order.

"How could such a thing be...... Impossible...... Three Thousand Sword Intent...... How could you write them all down......" The look on the face of the man in white had become hideous and distorted, completely devoid of his previous elegance and chic.

"I don't have any other advantages as a person, the only advantage is that I am focused enough to be able to remember some things that others can't remember, three thousand sword intents are really difficult to remember, but I still remember them. Zhou Wen kept using sword moves.

And with the change of Zhou Wen's sword moves, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted and changed, and the originally beautiful valley gradually turned into ruins full of dead branches and scorched trees.

The chic and elegant man in white gradually turned into a ragged skeleton.

When Zhou Wen demonstrated all the swordsmanship, the skeleton fell down and leaned against the trunk of a peach tree that had long since lost its branches and leaves as if it had been struck by lightning, and the body of the tree was even blackened.

"Impossible...... It's impossible for anyone to remember it...... It couldn't ......" The skeleton was still muttering to itself, as if enchanted, and finally the soul fire in its eyes gradually extinguished, and it became no longer half alive.

Zhou Wen looked around and found that this valley was completely different from what he had seen before, there was a scorched earth everywhere, and where there was any peach blossom source, it was simply a dead domain.

In that stream, there was already no stream of water, and there were white bones everywhere, like a river of hellish bones.