But in the next few days, Zhou Wen never saw the man in white again, and the entire valley was empty, which made Zhou Wen very suspicious that this dimensional realm was not a prison specially used to imprison people.

Fortunately, Zhou Wen still has buds by her side, although she rarely speaks, but with someone by her side, she still feels much better.

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, and in the evening of seven days later, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar 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 in the place where he played the flute last time.

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

Zhou Wen's mind 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 for a way to get out of here.

"We meet again. After a song, the man in white looked at Zhou Wen again and said, "Do you want to have 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 let him disappear like last time.

"Looks like you've made up your mind. The man in white said, holding a wine glass.

"Yes. Zhou Wen nodded slightly, already clenching the bamboo knife in his hand.

"Okay 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 some surprise.

"Do you know how to use a sword?" said the man in white, playing with his glass.

"I don't know how to do it, but I've learned a few swordsmanship. Zhou Wen replied.

"No, it's nothing, I have a sword technique here, as long as you can learn this sword technique, I will tell you how to get out of here. The man in white said.

"Why?" Zhou Wen was a little stunned, he had never seen such a dimensional creature.

"No, why, do you learn or not?" the man in white did not explain why.

"I learn. Zhou Wen thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"I have a total of thirteen swordsmanship, it's not too difficult, no matter how stupid you are, you should be able to learn it in three or five days. As he spoke, the man in white got up, picked up a dead branch from the ground, and danced.

He used branches instead of swords, and used that set of swordsmanship, which was clear and elegant, and it didn't seem to have any murderous intent.

Most of the swordsmanship in the world is the pursuit of hurting the enemy, but his swordsmanship is not oppressive at all, it is not so much killing the enemy, it is more of a self-entertaining sword dance.

Soon, the man in white danced the thirteen-style swordsmanship, and then looked at Zhou Wen with a smile and asked, "Have you remembered?"

"Remembered. "Zhou Wen's memory is excellent, and the thirteen-style swordsmanship is not too complicated, and he remembers every movement clearly.

The man in white smiled slightly: "After you practice, come here to find me." ”

"Don't be so troublesome, I'll show you now, tonight, it shouldn't be difficult to learn, as long as I can use the sword technique completely, even if I learn it, right?" Zhou Wen looked at the man in white and said.

"Yes, as long as you can use that sword technique completely, you will learn it. The man in white held the bamboo flute in his hand, turning between his fingers.

"Okay, then I'll show you now. Zhou Wen said, and summoned a legendary-level slender sword weapon, which was a companion egg that burst out of the ancient sword mound, and it was usually of little use, looking at its sword shape, it was more suitable for this set of swordsmanship, so Zhou Wen summoned it casually.

Zhou Wen held the sword, first recalled the swordsmanship of the man in white in his mind, and made sure that there was no detail 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 only thirteen styles, even if it is more than a hundred styles, Zhou Wen can imitate it without looking at it once.

But Zhou Wen stabbed out with a sword, but the person was stuck there, just stabbing a sword, he couldn't practice.

It's not that the moves of this sword technique are difficult, with Zhou Wen's current physical fitness, no matter how difficult the action is, as long as it is an action supported by the human body, he can use it.

But Zhou Wen couldn't take this sword anymore, because he found that the swordsmanship in his memory seemed to be a little different from the swordsmanship demonstrated by the man in white.

"Strange! How could it be different?" Zhou Wen frowned slightly, withdrew the sword that had been stabbed 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 face gradually changed.

Because the sword technique he remembered in his mind now seemed to be completely different from the whole method he had memorized just now.

It's a strange feeling, like a person who remembers that the person he saw was red, but when he remembers it, the color of the person's clothes in his memory changes to white.

Memories and memories conflicted, and Zhou Wen had never encountered such a situation.

Turning his head to look at the man in white, he wanted 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-style swordsmanship again, but this time it was different from the swordsmanship in the previous two memories.

It's as if Zhou Wen memorized three different sets of swordsmanship, although the swordsmanship is all thirteen styles, but the style is 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 soft and secretive, which made Zhou Wen doubt his memory.

Then when Zhou Wen wanted to recall it carefully, he found that the swordsmanship had changed again, and the swordsmanship he recalled seemed to be different every time.

"What the hell 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 figure it out.

"Is it an illusion?" Zhou Wen quickly denied this thought, his concentration was very high, even if it was an illusion, it was difficult to shake his will, if it was just a pure illusion, it was impossible to affect his brain like this.

"If it's not an illusion, it's 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 to see how many different memories he would have.

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

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