However, in the next few days, Zhou Wen never saw the man in white again, and the whole valley was empty, which made Zhou Wen doubt whether this dimensional field is a prison for people.


    Fortunately, there is ya''er beside Zhou Wen. Although she seldom talks, it''s better to have someone around.


    Zhou Wen while in the valley layout, while brushing mobile phone copy, waiting for the white man to appear again.


    It took seven days to wait. Seven days later, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar sound of the flute. He ran to the peach blossom tree beside the stream to have a look. Sure enough, he saw that the man in white was sitting at 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 makes them feel at ease to forget their troubles.


    Zhou Wen was determined and not affected by the sound of the flute. He just wanted to know how to subdue the man in white and how to leave here.


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


    "I just want to know how to get out of here." Zhou Wen stares at the man in white. In any case, he can''t disappear like last time.


    "You seem to have made up your mind." Said the man in white, holding his glass.


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


    "Well, 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 unexpectedly.


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


    "Not really. I just learned a few sword moves." Zhou Wen replied.


    "No, it''s nothing. I have a sword skill here. As long as you can learn it, I''ll tell you how to get out of here." Said the man in white.


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


    "No, why, do you study or not?" The man in white did not explain why.


    "I learn." Zhou Wen thought about it and nodded his head.


    "I have 13 moves in total. It''s not too difficult. No matter how stupid I am, I should be able to learn them in three or five days." Then the man in white stood up, picked up a dead branch from the ground, and began to dance.


    He replaced the sword with a branch and used that set of sword skills. The sword skills were clear and elegant, and seemed to have no chance of killing.


    Most of the swordsmanship in the world is to hurt the enemy, but his swordsmanship is not oppressive at all. It is not so much to kill the enemy as to amuse oneself.


    Soon, the man in white danced the thirteen style sword once, then looked at Zhou Wen with a smile and asked, "do you remember?"


    "Remember." Zhou Wen''s memory is excellent, and the thirteen style sword technique is not too complicated. He remembers every movement clearly.


    The man in White said with a smile: "after you practice, come here to find me again."


    "Don''t bother. I''ll practice it for you now. It''s not hard to learn it tonight. As long as I can use it completely, I''ll 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 bamboo flute in the hands of the man in white is turning between his fingers.


    "Well, I''ll show you now." As Zhou Wen said, he summoned a legendary slender sword. It was a companion egg from an ancient sword tomb. It was of little use at ordinary times. Judging from its shape, it was more suitable for this set of sword techniques, so Zhou Wen summoned it.


    Holding the sword, Zhou Wen recalled the swordsmanship of the man in white in his mind. He was sure that he didn''t forget any details, so he began to draw the sword.


    With his fighting experience and talent, it''s too easy to imitate a set of sword moves, not to mention the thirteen moves. Even if it''s more than 100 moves, Zhou Wen can imitate them exactly once.


    However, when Zhou Wen stabbed his sword, he was still at a standstill. He just stabbed his sword, and he couldn''t practice any more.


    It''s not to say how difficult the moves are. With Zhou Wen''s current physical fitness, no matter how difficult the moves are, as long as they are supported by human body, he can use them.


    However, Zhou Wen couldn''t carry on this sword, because he found that the sword technique in his memory seemed to be different from that demonstrated by the man in white.


    "Strange! How could it be different? " Zhou Wen frowned slightly, took back the sword he had thrust out, and recalled the swordsmanship of the man in white carefully.


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


    Because the sword technique that he remembers in his mind now seems completely different from the whole one he just remembered.


    This kind of feeling is very strange. It''s like a person who clearly remembers that the person he saw was red, but when he recalls it again, the color of that person''s clothes turns to white.


    There is a conflict between memory and memory, which Zhou Wen never encountered.


    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. The man in white had already disappeared.


    Zhou Wen frowned slightly and recalled the thirteen style swordsmanship again. As a result, this time it was different from the previous two.


    It''s like Zhou Wen remembers three different sets of swordsmanship. Although all the swordsmanship are thirteen styles, their styles are totally different.


    The sword technique demonstrated by the man in white is elegant, but the sword technique in Zhou Wen''s second memory is just fierce and domineering. The sword technique in his third memory is soft and mysterious, which makes Zhou Wen doubt his memory.


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


    "What the hell is going on?" Zhou Wen''s face is changeable. He can be sure that his memory is absolutely OK, but why does his memory keep changing? Zhou Wen didn''t understand.


    "Is it an illusion?" Zhou Wen quickly denied this idea. His concentration is very high. Even if he is hallucinating, it is difficult to shake his will. If he is just hallucinating, it is impossible to affect his brain in this way.


    "If it''s not an illusion, it''s the sword itself." Zhou Wen went to recall the thirteen style swordsmanship again and again. He wanted to have a try. How many different kinds of memories would he have.


    The night passed, and the sun rose and set. When the night came again, Zhou Wen had recalled it at least one hundred times, but every time he recalled it, his swordsmanship was different, and there was no repetition.


    "Do you remember?" On the branch of the moon, the man in white appeared under the peach tree again, sitting on the root of the tree, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine cup in the other, pouring wine and asking.