I Just Want to Play the Game Quietly

But in the next few days, Zhou Wen never saw the man in white again. There was no one in the whole valley, which made Zhou Wen very doubtful whether this dimension field was a prison, which was used to imprison people.

Fortunately, there is still Buer next to Zhou Wen. Although she rarely speaks, there is someone around, and it feels much better.

Zhou Wen laid out in the valley while swiping a copy of his mobile phone, waiting for the white man to appear again.

The wait was seven days, and in the evening seven days later, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar flute again, and hurriedly went to the peach tree by the stream to look under it.

The sound of his flute is quiet and misty, which makes people feel relaxed after listening, and has a sense of freedom to forget troubles.

Wu Zhouwen's mind is firm and not affected by the sound of flute. He just thinks how to subdue this white man and asks how to leave here.

"We have met again." After the song, the people 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 stared at the man in white, and could no longer make him disappear like last time.

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

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

"Well then, I can tell you how to leave here, but I have a condition." The person in white said unexpectedly.

"What conditions?" Zhou Wen looked at the people in white with some surprises.

"Will you use a sword?" Said the man in white playing with a wine glass.

"Not a meeting, just learned a few swordsmanship." Zhou Wen answered.

"No, nothing, I have a sword here. As long as you can learn this sword, I will tell you how to leave here." The man in white said.

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

"Why not, do you learn or not?" Baiyiren did not explain why.

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

"I have thirteen styles of swordsmanship. It's not too difficult. Even if it's stupid, you should be able to learn it in three or five days." The man in white said, got up and stood up, and picked up a dead piece from the ground. Sticks and then danced.

He replaced the sword with a branch and brought out that set of swordsmanship. The swordmanship is clear and elegant, and it seems to have no killer.

Most of the swordsmanships in the world are seeking to hurt the enemy, but his swordsmanship is not oppressive at all. It is more a sword dance than entertaining.

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

"Remember." Zhou Wen's memory is excellent, and the 13-style swordsmanship is not too complicated. He remembers every movement clearly.

The person in white smiled slightly: "After you have practiced, come here to find me."

"No need to bother me, I will practice it for you now. It shouldn't be difficult to learn tonight, as long as I can use the sword technique completely, even if I have learned it, right?" Zhou Wen looked at the person in white and said.

"Yes, as long as you can use the sword technique completely, even if you have learned it." The bamboo flute in the hands of white people is turning between their fingers.

"Okay, then I'll practice it for you now." Zhou Wen said, summoning a legendary slender sword, which is the associated egg that burst from the ancient sword mound, which is usually useless. Looking at its sword shape, it is more suitable for this set of swordsmanship, so Zhou Wen summoned it.

Zhou Wen held the sword and first recalled the white man's swordsmanship in his mind. After making sure that there were no details forgotten, Zhou Wen began to make a sword.

With his combat experience and talent, it is too easy to imitate a set of swordsmanship, let alone just thirteen styles, even if there are more than a hundred styles, Zhou Wen can imitate only by looking once.

But Zhou Wen stabbed with a sword, but the man was stunned there. He could not practice any more than just stabbed a sword.

I don't mean how difficult the sword moves are. With Zhou Wen's current physical quality, no matter how difficult the moves are, he can use them as long as they are supported by the human body.

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

"Strange! How could it be different?" Zhou Wen frowned slightly, withdrew the sword that was pierced, and then carefully recalled the swordsmanship of the people in white.

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

Because the swordsmanship he remembers in his mind now seems completely different from the whole law he just remembered.

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

Memory and memory conflict, this situation Zhou Wen never encountered.

He turned to look at the Baiyi people, and wanted to ask him what was going on, but there was no one under the peach tree, and the Baiyi people were long gone.

Zhou Zhou frowned slightly, recalling the thirteen swordsmanship again, but this time was different from the swordplay in the previous two memories.

好像 As if Zhou Wen remembered three different sets of swordsmanship, although the swordsmanship is all thirteen styles, the style is completely different.

The swordmanship demonstrated by the people in white clothes is elegant ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The swordmanship in Zhou Wen's second memory is just fierce and overbearing. The gentleness and subtlety in the third memory makes Zhou Wen doubt about his memory.

Then when Zhou Wen wanted to remember it again, he found that the swordsmanship had changed again. The swordsmanship every time he recalled seemed different.

"What the **** is going on?" Zhou Wen's expression was fickle, and he was sure that his memory was absolutely no problem, but why did his memory change constantly? Zhou Wen also couldn't figure it out.

"Is it hallucination?" Zhou Wen quickly rejected this idea again. His concentration is very high. Even if it is hallucination, it is difficult to shake his will. If it is pure hallucination, it is impossible to affect his brain in this way.

"If it is not an illusion, then there is a problem with the swordplay itself." Zhou Wen went back to recall the thirteen-style swordsmanship and kept reminiscing over and over again. He would try to see how many different memories he would have.

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

"Did you remember?" The branch on the moon, the man in white appeared again under the peach tree, sitting on the root of the tree, holding a jug in one hand, a wine glass in one hand, and asking the wine upside down.

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