Chapter 884 Thirteen Sword Techniques

But in the next few days, Zhou Wen never saw the man in white again, and the entire valley was empty. This made Zhou Wen very suspicious. Is this dimension a prison specifically used to imprison people?

Fortunately, Zhou Wen still has Yaer by his side. Although she rarely speaks, it still feels much better to have someone around.

While Zhou Wen was making arrangements in the valley, he was also refreshing the copy on his phone, waiting for the man in white to appear again.

He waited for seven days. On the evening of the seventh day, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar flute sound again. He hurried to the peach tree by the stream and saw that the man in white was sitting in the same place as last time, playing the flute.

The sound of his flute is so clear and ethereal that it makes people feel relaxed and forget their worries.

Zhou Wen was determined and was not affected by the sound of the flute. He was only thinking about how to subdue the man in white and find out how to leave here.

"We meet again." After a song, the man in white looked at Zhou Wen again and said, "Would you like a drink this time?"

"I just want to know how to leave here." Zhou Wen stared at the man in white, determined not to let him disappear like last time.

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

"Yes." Zhou Wen nodded slightly and tightened his grip on the bamboo sword.

"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 with some surprise.

"Can you use a sword?" the man in white asked while playing with the wine glass.

"Not really, I've only learned a few sword techniques." Zhou Wen replied.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know it. I have a sword technique here. As long as you can learn it, 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 before.

"No reason. Do you want to learn it or not?" The man in white did not explain the reason.

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

"My sword technique consists of thirteen moves. It's not too difficult. No matter how dumb you are, you should be able to learn it in three to five days." The man in white said, then stood up, picked up a dead branch from the ground, and started dancing.

He used a branch as a sword and performed a set of sword techniques. The sword techniques were clear and elegant, and did not seem to carry any murderous intent.

Most sword techniques in the world are aimed at injuring the enemy, but his sword technique is not oppressive at all. It is more like a sword dance for self-entertainment than killing the enemy.

Soon, the man in white performed the thirteen sword techniques, then looked at Zhou Wen with a half-smile and asked, "Have you memorized it?"

"Remember." Zhou Wen had an excellent memory, and the thirteen sword techniques were not too complicated. He remembered every move clearly.

The man in white smiled slightly and said, "When you have mastered the technique, come find me here again."

"No need to go through so much trouble. I'll show you how to do it now. It shouldn't be difficult to learn it in one night. As long as I can use the sword technique completely, I'll have learned it, right?" Zhou Wen said, looking at the man in white.

"That's right. As long as you can use that sword technique completely, you will have learned it." The man in white was spinning the bamboo flute between his fingers.

"Okay, then I'll show you how to do it now." Zhou Wen said as he summoned a legendary slender sword. It was a companion egg that exploded from the ancient sword tomb. It was usually of no use, but judging from its sword shape, it was more suitable for this set of swordsmanship, 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 he had not forgotten any details, Zhou Wen began to draw his sword.

With his combat experience and talent, it was too easy for him to imitate a set of sword moves. Not to mention just thirteen moves, even if there were more than a hundred moves, Zhou Wen could imitate them exactly after just watching them once.

But when Zhou Wen thrust out with his sword, he froze there. After just one thrust, he couldn't continue practicing.

It’s not that the sword techniques are difficult. With Zhou Wen’s current physical condition, he can perform any difficult movements as long as they are supported by the human body.

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

"Strange! Why is it different?" Zhou Wen frowned slightly, retracted the sword he had stabbed out, and then carefully recalled the swordsmanship of the man in white.

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

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

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

Memories conflicted with each other, a situation Zhou Wen had never encountered 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 tree and the man in white had disappeared long ago.

Zhou Wen frowned slightly and recalled the thirteen sword techniques again. The result was that this time the sword techniques were different from the previous two times he remembered.

It was as if Zhou Wen had memorized three different sets of sword techniques. Although each technique consisted of thirteen moves, the styles were completely different.

The sword technique demonstrated by the man in white was graceful, 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 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 the hell is going on?" Zhou Wen's expression shifted. He was certain that his memory was perfectly fine, but why was it constantly changing? Zhou Wen couldn't figure it out.

"Is it an illusion?" Zhou Wen quickly denied this idea. His concentration was very high, and 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 tried to recall the thirteen sword techniques again, over and over again. He wanted to try and see how many different memories he could have.

The night passed, the sun rose and set, and when night came again, Zhou Wen had recalled the sword technique at least a hundred times, but each time he recalled it, it was different, and no one was repeated.

"Do you remember?" The moon was rising above the branches, and the man in white appeared under the peach tree again. He sat on the roots of the tree, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine glass in the other, pouring wine and asking.

(End of this chapter)