However, in the next few days, Zhou Wen did not see the man in white again, and the entire valley was empty, which made Zhou Wen very doubt whether this dimensional field was a prison, specifically used to imprison people.

Fortunately, there is still Yaer by Zhou Wen. Although she rarely speaks, it feels much better to have someone by her side.

While setting up in the valley, Zhou Wen brushed his phone copy while waiting for the man in white to appear again.

It took seven days to wait. Seven days later, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar sound of flute again. He hurried to the peach tree beside the stream to see, and he saw the man in white sitting at the place where he last time playing the flute.

His flute sound is quiet and ethereal, which makes people feel relaxed after listening to it, and feel a sense of freedom to forget their worries.

Zhou Wen's mind was firm and not affected by the sound of the flute. He only thought about how to subdue the man in white and asked how to leave here.

"We're meeting again." After a 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 leave here." Zhou Wen stared at the man in white, and no matter what, he could no longer disappear like last time.

"It seems you have made up your mind." The man in white said, holding a wine glass.

"Yes." Zhou Wen nodded slightly, and had already tightened the bamboo knife in his hand.

"So OK, 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 with some surprise.

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

"I can't count myself as a good idea, I just learned a few sword techniques." Zhou Wen replied.

"It's okay if you don't know. I have a sword technique here. As long as you can learn this sword technique, I will tell you how to leave here." said the man in white.

"Why?" Zhou Wen was a little surprised. He had never seen such a dimensional creature.

"No, are you studying or not?" The man in white did not explain the reason.

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

"My sword technique has thirteen styles in total, which is not too difficult. No matter how stupid I am, I should be able to learn it in three or five days." The man in white said, stood up, picked up a dead branch from the ground, and then started dancing.

He used branches instead of swords and used that set of sword techniques. The sword techniques were clear and elegant, without any murderous intent.

Most of the sword techniques in the world pursue the pursuit of hurting the enemy, but his sword technique is not oppressive at all. It is more like a sword dance that entertains oneself than killing the enemy.

Soon, the man in white danced the Thirteen-style sword technique, then looked at Zhou Wen with a smile and asked, "Did you remember?"

"Remember." Zhou Wen had excellent memory, and the thirteen swordsmanship was not too complicated. He remembered every move clearly.

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

"No need to be so troublesome. I will practice it for you now. It should not be difficult to learn it this night. As long as I can use the sword technique in full, I will learn it, right?" Zhou Wen said to the man in white.

"Yes, as long as you can use the sword technique in full, you will learn it." The bamboo flute in the white-clothed man turned between his fingers.

"Okay, then I'll practice it for you now." Zhou Wen said, and summoned a legendary slender sword weapon, which was a companion egg that exploded from the ancient sword tomb. It was not very useful in normal times. Judging from its sword shape, it was more suitable for this set of sword techniques, so Zhou Wen summoned it out casually.

Zhou Wen held the sword and recalled the sword technique of the man in white in his mind. He confirmed that there was no forgetting in any detail, so Zhou Wen began to draw his sword.

With his combat experience and talent, it is too easy to imitate a set of swordsmanship moves. Not to mention just thirteen styles, even if it is more than one hundred styles, Zhou Wen can imitate them only once.

However, Zhou Wen stabbed out with a sword, but the man was stunned. He could not practice it just by stabbing a sword.

It’s not that the sword moves are so difficult. With Zhou Wen’s current physical fitness and no matter how difficult the movements are, he can use them as long as they are supported by the human body.

However, Zhou Wen could not handle this sword anymore because he found that the sword technique he remembered 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, withdrew the stabbed sword, and then carefully recalled the sword technique of the man in white.

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

Because the sword technique he remembers now seems to be completely different from the entire technique he remembers just now.

This feeling is very strange, just like a person clearly remembers that the person he saw was red clothes, but when he recalls, the color of the person's clothes in his memory turned white.

Memory and memory conflict, and Zhou Wen has never encountered this situation 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 blossom tree, and the man in white had long disappeared.

Zhou Wen frowned slightly and recalled the thirteen sword techniques again. This time, it was different from the sword techniques I remembered in the previous two times.

Just like Zhou Wen remembered three different sets of sword techniques. Although the sword techniques are all thirteen styles, the styles are completely different.

The sword technique demonstrated by the man in white was elegant, but the sword technique in Zhou Wen's second memory was fierce and domineering, and the sword technique in his third memory was feminine and mysterious, which made Zhou Wen doubt his memory.

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

"What's 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 idea again. His concentration was very high. Even if it was an illusion, it would be difficult to shake his will. If it was just a pure illusion, it would not be possible to affect his brain like this.

"If it's not an illusion, then there's something wrong with the sword technique itself." Zhou Wen recalled the thirteen sword technique again, and kept recalling it over and over again. He wanted to try how many different memories he had.

The night passed, the sun rose and set. When the night came again, Zhou Wen had recalled it at least a hundred times, but the sword technique he recalled was different every time, and none of them were repeated.

"Did you remember?" On the branch 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 asking with wine pouring.
Chapter completed!