Chapter 885

"What kind of sword is this?" Zhou Wen looked at the man in white and asked.

He was not interested in the swordsmanship of the man in white before. He just wanted to remember the swordsmanship and let the man in white tell him the way to leave, so he didn't even ask the name of the swordsmanship.

Now Zhou Wen has to pay attention to this seemingly unimportant sword technique, because he can't tell the man in white that he has remembered the sword technique as confidently as he did at the beginning.

"No name, whatever you think it is, it's called." Said the man in white.

Zhou Wen frowned and looked at the man in white for a long time, but he didn't say anything. Although he had thought for a long time that the man in white could not tell him the way to leave so easily, the strangeness of the sword was beyond his imagination.

"Shall I show you again?" The man in white looked at Zhou Wen with a smile and asked.

"No more." Zhou Wen shook his head, holding a sword in his hand, and kept remembering the thirteen sword techniques of the man in white.

The swordsmanship of the man in white seems to have endless changes. Zhou Wen's memories are different every time. For several days in a row, Zhou Wen kept recalling and using his sword, but there was no result.

Now, Zhou Wen's eyes are full of blood, just like being possessed.

In the clean moonlight, the man in white sat under the peach blossom tree, watching Zhou Wenlian's sword and playing with his wine cup, muttering to himself: "there is nothing wrong in the world, so why bother?"

Then the man in white drank the moon and drank the wine in the cup.

In the moonlight, the stream reflects the figure of a man in white, but the figure reflected is not a handsome man, but a skeleton in rags.

Two days later, Zhou Wen was already possessed. He sat under the peach blossom tree and his eyes turned red. His whole state was very bad.

Bud son still clever with Zhou Wen side, don't speak also don't disturb Zhou Wen.

As night fell again in the valley, the man in white appeared under the peach blossom tree again. He looked at Zhou Wen, who was possessed by the devil, with a strange light in his eyes. Then he looked at ya'er, who was sitting next to Zhou Wen: "little girl, do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

Ya'er looks at the man in white with no expression, without any reaction, as if she can't understand him.

"Is he your father? It seems that your father's memory is not very good. He can't even remember such a simple sword skill after learning it for so many days. I think you are smart. If it's you, you should be able to learn it soon. Then you can leave with your father. " The man in White said to ya'er.

Bud son or facial expressionless ground looks at him, still have no reaction.

"Well, you are still so young. I'm afraid you don't know what a sword is. If you don't learn it, I'll send you free myself. Like your father, I'll stay in this carefree place forever." The man in White said to himself.

With that, the man in white stood up, holding the bamboo flute in his hand and walking towards ya'er step by step.

When he was about to walk to ya'er, the bamboo flute in his hand stabbed ya'er's heart like a sword.

When!

With a flash of light, the bamboo flute in the hands of the man in white was cut in two. Zhou Wen held the bamboo knife, but the man stood up and stared at the man in white coldly.

"How could it be?" The man in white stared at Zhou Wen as if he had seen a ghost.

"I have memorized your swordsmanship." Zhou Wen holds a bamboo knife and stares at the man in white.

"No way, you can't remember." People in white don't believe what Zhou Wen said at all.

"Why not?" The blood in Zhou Wen's eyes is slowly receding, and the bamboo knife in his hand also points to the man in white.

"Because..." the man in white couldn't speak.

"Because it's not thirteen sword techniques at all, but the three thousand sword ideas. Every time I recall it, I will feel a different sword idea. No matter how good my memory is, I can't write down all the three thousand sword ideas, right?" Zhou Wen said.

"Yes, that's not the sword skill that human beings can learn. You don't fall into the endless samsara of sword intention. You have some skills. But it's a pity that you can't learn my swordsmanship, so you can't leave here. You will die here after all. It's just the difference between early death and late death. " Said the man in white.

"Who said I didn't learn?" Zhou Wen said lightly.

"It's no use saying anything. You can't learn it." Said the man in white.

"Then you can watch it." Zhou Wen replaced the sword with a sword and stabbed the man in white. It was the first move of the sword technique demonstrated by the man in white.

Perfectness in an unbroken line, as like as two peas, the white man was slightly surprised, and his body was flying away quickly. But Zhou Wen's sword method was used continually, and he used the sword method of the white man to demonstrate the sword method in a moment.

"Is that all? Then I'm sorry to tell you that you didn't learn my swordsmanship Said the man in white with a sneer.

However, Zhou Wen did not speak. He continued to use the sword technique, one sword after another. The sword moves rolled out like the Yangtze River, sometimes fierce and sometimes light. After every thirteen moves, the style of the sword technique would change.

"No... impossible..." the man in white seemed to think of something, but he couldn't believe it. The expression on his face mixed with panic, doubt, disbelief and so on.

However, Zhou Wen's swordsmanship continued. He used all the swordsmanship he had recalled one by one, and he used them exactly in order.

"How can there be such a thing... Impossible... Three thousand sword meaning... How can you write it all down..." the expression on the white face has become ferocious and twisted, completely without the previous elegant and natural.

"I don't have any other advantages. My only advantage is that I am attentive enough to remember things that others can't remember. It's really hard to remember 3000 kinds of sword meanings, but I still remember them." Zhou Wen used his sword constantly.

With the change of Zhou Wen's swordsmanship, the surrounding space seems to have been distorted and changed, and the original beautiful valley has gradually become the ruins full of withered branches and burnt wood.

The natural and elegant man in white gradually turned into a skeleton in rags.

After Zhou Wen demonstrated all his sword skills, the skeleton fell down and leaned on the trunk of a burnt black peach tree, as if it had been struck by thunder.

"It's impossible... It's impossible for someone to remember it... It's impossible..." the skeleton was still mumbling to himself, as if he was possessed. At last, the fire of the soul in his eyes gradually went out, and he was no longer half alive.

Zhou Wen looked around and found that the valley was completely different from what he had seen before. There was a piece of scorched earth everywhere. Where there was Peach Blossom Land, it was a dead land.

In that stream, half of the water had already disappeared, and there were white bones everywhere, just like a river of hell.