Chapter 885 Three Thousand Sword Intentions
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Zhou Wen asked 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 name of the swordsmanship was.
Now Zhou Wen had to pay attention to this seemingly insignificant sword technique, because he could no longer tell the man in white as confidently as he did at the beginning that he had memorized the sword technique.
"It has no name. It's called whatever you think it is." said the man in white.
Zhou Wen frowned and looked at the man in white, without saying anything for a long time. Although he had already thought that the man in white would not tell him how to leave so easily, the strangeness of this sword technique exceeded his imagination.
"Do you want me to demonstrate it to you again?" The man in white asked Zhou Wen with a smile.
"No need." Zhou Wen shook his head, gesturing 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 variations. Every time Zhou Wen recalled it, it was different. For several days in a row, Zhou Wen kept recalling it and practicing with his sword, but to no avail.
Zhou Wen's eyes were now bloodshot, as if he was possessed.
Under the clear moonlight, a man in white sat under a peach tree, watching Zhou Wen practice swordplay while playing with his wine glass. He muttered to himself, "There's nothing to worry about in this world, but mediocre people worry about it. Why bother?"
As he spoke, the man in white drank towards the moon and drained the wine in the cup.
The stream under the moonlight reflected the figure of a 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 sat under the peach tree in a daze, his eyes had turned blood red, and his overall condition was very bad.
Yaer still followed Zhou Wen obediently, not speaking or disturbing him.
Night fell upon the valley once again, and the man in white appeared beneath the peach tree again. He looked at the possessed Zhou Wen, his eyes flickering with a strange light. He then turned to Ya'er, who was sitting next to Zhou Wen, and said, "Little girl, do you want to learn swordsmanship?"
Yaer 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 sword technique after learning it for so many days. I think you are smart and clever. If it is you, you should be able to learn it quickly. Then you can take your father away with you." The man in white said to Yaer.
Yaer still looked at him expressionlessly, without any reaction at all.
"Well, you are still so young, I'm afraid you don't know what a sword is. It doesn't matter if you don't learn. I will personally help you get rid of it. Like your father, you can stay in this carefree place forever." The man in white said to himself.
As he spoke, the man in white stood up, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, and walked towards Yaer step by step.
When he was about to reach Yaer, the bamboo flute in his hand pierced Yaer's heart like a sword.
when!
With a flash of the knife, the bamboo flute in the white-clothed man's hand was instantly cut into two pieces. Zhou Wen stood up with the bamboo knife in his hand, staring at the white-clothed man coldly.
"How is this possible?" The man in white looked at Zhou Wen in amazement, as if he had seen a ghost.
"I have memorized your swordsmanship." Zhou Wen said, staring at the man in white while holding a bamboo sword.
"Impossible, there's no way you can remember it." The man in white didn't believe what Zhou Wen said at all.
"Why not?" The bloodshot in Zhou Wen's eyes was slowly fading, and the bamboo sword in his hand was pointing at the man in white.
"Because..." The man in white was speechless.
"Because that 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 for me to remember all the three thousand sword intentions, right?" Zhou Wen said.
"Yes, that is not a sword technique that humans can learn. You have not fallen into the endless cycle of sword intent. You are quite capable. But it is a pity that you have not learned my sword technique. Naturally, you cannot leave here. You will still die here in the end. It is just a matter of dying sooner or later." said the man in white.
"Who said I haven't learned it?" Zhou Wen said lightly.
"It's useless to say anything. You can't learn it." said the man in white.
"Then you just watch carefully." Zhou Wen used a knife instead of a sword and stabbed the man in white with a sword. It was exactly the first move of the sword technique that the man in white had demonstrated before.
The man in white was a little surprised and retreated quickly, but 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 the ones used by the man in white, without any difference.
"Is that all? Then I regret to tell you that you haven't learned my swordsmanship." The man in white said with a sneer.
Zhou Wen did not say anything, but continued to use his sword skills, one sword after another, his sword moves rolling out like the Yangtze River, sometimes fierce, sometimes light. After every thirteen moves, the style of the sword skills would change.
"No...impossible..." The man in white seemed to have thought of something, but was completely unable to believe it. The expression on his face was a mixture of fear, suspicion, disbelief and other emotions.
But Zhou Wen's swordsmanship continued. He used all the swordsmanship he had remembered one by one, and used them in the exact order.
"How could this be possible... Impossible... Three thousand sword intentions... How could you possibly remember them all..." The expression on the face of the man in white had become hideous and distorted, completely losing his previous elegance and grace.
"I don't have any other advantages. My only advantage is that I am focused enough to remember things that others cannot remember. The three thousand kinds of sword intent are indeed difficult to remember, but I still remember them." Zhou Wen kept using sword moves.
As Zhou Wen's sword moves changed, the surrounding space seemed to distort and change, and the originally beautiful valley gradually turned into a ruin filled with dead branches and charred wood.
The elegant man in white gradually turned into a ragged skeleton.
After Zhou Wen demonstrated all his sword techniques, the skeleton collapsed and leaned against the trunk of a peach tree that looked like it had been struck by lightning. It had no branches or leaves and the trunk was charred.
"Impossible... It's impossible that anyone can remember... Impossible..." The skeleton was still muttering to itself, as if possessed. Finally, the fire of the soul in its eyes gradually went out, and it became lifeless.
Zhou Wen looked around and found that this valley was completely different from what he had seen before. It was scorched earth everywhere. There was no Peach Blossom Spring at all. It was simply a dead zone.
There was no water left in the stream, and it was filled with white bones, like a river of bones from hell.
(End of this chapter)
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