However, in the next few days, Zhou Wen didn't see the white-robed man again. The entire valley was empty, making Zhou Wen suspect that this dimensional zone was a prison specially used to imprison people.
Thankfully, Zhou Wen had Ya 'er by his side. Although she rarely spoke, it felt much better to have someone by his side.
As Zhou Wen set up the valley, he grinded the dungeon on his phone, waiting for the white-robed man to appear again.
This wait lasted seven days. On the evening of the seventh day, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar sound of a flute again. He hurriedly ran to the peach blossom tree by the stream and saw the white-robed man sitting at the same spot as last time, playing the flute.
The sound of his flute was clear and ethereal, relaxing one's mood after hearing it. It made one forget their worries and feel at ease.
Zhou Wen's mind was firm and he wasn't affected by the flute. He only thought about how to subdue the white-robed man and ask him the way to leave.
"We meet again." After the tune, the white-robed man looked at Zhou Wen and said, "Do you want a drink this time?"
"I just want to know how to leave this place." Zhou Wen stared intently at the white-robed man. No matter what, he couldn't let him disappear like last time.
"From the looks of it, you have made up your mind," the white-robed man said as he held his wine glass.
"Yes." Zhou Wen nodded slightly as he gripped the Bamboo Blade in his hand tightly.
"Alright then. I can tell you how to leave this place, but I have a condition," the white-robed man said to Zhou Wen's surprise.
"What condition?" Zhou Wen looked at the white-robed man in surprise.
"Do you know how to use a sword?" the white-robed man said as he played with his wine glass.
"Not really. I've only learned a few sword techniques," Zhou Wen answered.
"It's fine if you don't. I have a sword technique here. As long as you can learn it, I'll tell you the way to leave this place," the white-robed man said.
"Why?" Zhou Wen was somewhat alarmed. He had never seen such a dimensional creature.
"No reason. Are you learning it or not?" The white-robed man didn't explain the reason.
"I'll learn it." Zhou Wen thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"This sword technique of mine has a total of thirteen moves. It's not too difficult. No matter how stupid you are, you should be able to learn it in three to five days." As the man in white spoke, he stood up, picked up a withered branch from the ground, and then started waving it.
Using the branch as a sword, he displayed the sword technique. The sword technique was clear and elegant, as if it didn't contain any killing intent.
Most of the sword techniques in the world sought to injure the enemy, but his sword technique was not oppressive at all. Rather than saying it was killing the enemy, it was more like a sword dance for self-entertainment.
Soon, the white-robed man performed the thirteen moves before asking Zhou Wen with a faint smile, "Have you memorized it?"
"Got it." Zhou Wen's memory was excellent, and the thirteen moves weren't too complicated. He remembered every move clearly.
The man in white smiled. "Come and find me after you've mastered it."
"There's no need to go through all that trouble. I'll show it to you now. It shouldn't be difficult to learn it tonight. As long as I can use the complete sword art, I'll be considered to have learned it, right?" Zhou Wen said to the white-robed man.
"That's right. As long as you can use the complete sword art once, you'll be considered to have learned it." The white-robed man spun the bamboo flute between his fingers.
"Alright, I'll show you now," Zhou Wen said as he summoned a Legendary sword. As Zhou Wen spoke, he summoned a Legendary slender sword. It was a Companion Egg that had dropped from the Ancient Sword Tomb. It wasn't of much use, but from its sword shape, it was more suitable for this sword technique, so Zhou Wen casually summoned it.
Zhou Wen held the sword and recalled the white-robed man's sword technique in his mind. After confirming that he hadn't forgotten any details, Zhou Wen began striking.
With his combat experience and talent, it was too easy for him to imitate the moves of a sword technique. Ignoring the thirteen moves, even if there were more than a hundred moves, Zhou Wen would be able to imitate them perfectly just by watching them once.
However, when Zhou Wen stabbed out, he was stunned. He couldn't continue practicing it after just one stab.
It wasn't that the moves of the sword technique were difficult. With Zhou Wen's current physique, no matter how difficult the move was, he could perform it as long as it could be supported by a human body.
However, Zhou Wen couldn't continue this strike because he realized that the sword technique in his memories was somewhat different from the one demonstrated by the white-robed man.
Strange! How can it be different? Zhou Wen frowned slightly as he retracted his sword and carefully recalled the white-robed man's sword technique.
The memories regarding the sword technique clearly appeared in Zhou Wen's mind, but his expression gradually changed.
This was because the sword technique in his mind seemed to be completely different from the complete technique he had just memorized.
This feeling was very odd. It was like a person clearly remembering that the person they saw was dressed in red, but when they tried to recall it, the color of the person's clothes in their memories turned white.
Zhou Wen had never encountered a conflict between his memories.
He turned to look at the white-robed man, wanting to ask him what was going on, but there was no one under the peach blossom tree. The white-robed man had long vanished.
Zhou Wen frowned slightly as he recalled the thirteen moves again. However, the sword technique this time was different from the previous two memories.
It was as if Zhou Wen had memorized three different sword techniques. Although the sword techniques were all thirteen moves, their styles were completely different.
The sword technique demonstrated by the white-robed man was elegant, but the sword technique in Zhou Wen's second memory was ferocious and domineering. The sword technique in his third memory was gentle and mysterious, making Zhou Wen doubt his memories.
Then, when Zhou Wen tried to recall it carefully again, he realized 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 expression kept changing. He was certain that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his memory, but why was his memory constantly changing? Zhou Wen couldn't figure it out either.
Is it an illusion? Zhou Wen quickly rejected this thought. He was very focused. Even if it was an illusion, it couldn't shake his will. If it was just a pure illusion, it was impossible for it to affect his brain.
If it's not an illusion, there's something wrong with the sword technique itself. Zhou Wen recalled the thirteen moves again and again. He wanted to see how many different memories he had.
The night passed and the sun rose and set. When night fell again, Zhou Wen had already recalled it at least a hundred times. However, the sword technique he recalled every time was different. None of them were repeated.
"Have you memorized it?" As the moon rose above the branches, the white-robed man appeared under the peach blossom tree again. He sat on the root and held an alcohol flask in one hand and a wine cup in the other.
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