"What sword technique is this?" Zhou Wen asked the white-robed man.
Previously, he wasn't interested in the white-robed man's sword technique. He only wanted to memorize it and get the white-robed man to tell him the way to leave. Therefore, he didn't even ask what the sword technique's name was.
Now, Zhou Wen had no choice but to take this inconspicuous sword technique seriously. This was because he couldn't confidently tell the white-robed man that he had memorized the sword technique like before.
"There's no name. It's called whatever you think it is," the white-robed man said.
Zhou Wen frowned at the white-robed man and didn't say a word for a while. Although he had long guessed that it was impossible for the white-robed man to tell him the way to leave so easily, the strangeness of the sword technique exceeded his imagination.
"Do you want me to demonstrate it to you again?" the white-robed man asked Zhou Wen with a smile.
"There's no need." Zhou Wen shook his head and gestured with the sword in his hand. At the same time, he kept recalling the white-robed man's thirteen sword moves.
The white-robed man's sword technique seemed to have endless changes. Every time Zhou Wen recalled it, it was different. For the next few days, Zhou Wen kept recalling and gesturing with his sword, but to no avail.
Now, Zhou Wen's eyes were bloodshot as though he had been possessed.
Under the clean moonlight, the white-robed man sat under the peach blossom tree. As he watched Zhou Wen practice his swordplay, he fiddled with the wine cup in his hand and muttered to himself, "There's nothing in the world to begin with. Why bother?"
With that said, the white-robed man drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.
Under the moonlight, the stream reflected the white-robed man's figure. However, the figure reflected wasn't a handsome man, but a skeleton in ragged clothes.
After another two days, Zhou Wen seemed to be possessed. He sat under the peach blossom tree in a daze. His eyes had turned blood-red, and he was in a terrible state.
Ya 'er remained obediently by Zhou Wen's side, not saying a word or disturbing him.
Night descended on the valley again. The white-robed man appeared under the peach blossom tree again. He looked at the possessed Zhou Wen with a strange glint in his eyes. Then, he looked at Ya 'er, who was sitting beside Zhou Wen. "Young lady, do you want to learn sword techniques?"
Ya 'er looked at the white-robed man expressionlessly without any reaction, as though she couldn't understand him.
"Is he your father? From the looks of it, your father's memory isn't very good. He can't even remember such a simple sword technique after learning it for so many days. I think you are smart. If it's you, you should be able to learn it very quickly. When the time comes, you can leave with your father, "the white-robed man said to Ya 'er.
Ya 'er still looked at him expressionlessly without any reaction.
"Fine. You are still so young. You probably don't know what a sword is. It's fine if you don't want to learn. I will personally send you off from this world. Just like your father, you can stay in this worry-free place forever," the white-robed man said to himself.
With that said, the white-robed man stood up and walked towards Ya 'er with the bamboo flute in his hand.
Just as he was about to reach Ya 'er, the bamboo flute in his hand stabbed at Ya' er's heart like a blade.
Dang!
With a flash of the saber beam, the bamboo flute in the white-robed man's hand was instantly sliced into two. With Bamboo Blade in hand, Zhou Wen stood up and stared coldly at the white-robed man.
"How is this possible?" The white-robed man looked at Zhou Wen in shock as though he had seen a ghost.
"I've already memorized your sword technique," Zhou Wen said as he stared at the white-robed man with Bamboo Blade in hand.
"Impossible. It's impossible for you to remember it." The white-robed man didn't believe Zhou Wen at all.
"Why is it impossible?" The blood vessels in Zhou Wen's eyes slowly receded as he pointed the Bamboo Blade in his hand at the white-robed man.
"Because …" The white-robed man couldn't say a word.
"Because it's not the thirteen sword techniques at all, but the amalgamation of three thousand sword intents. Every time I recall it, I will feel a different sword intent. No matter how good my memory is, it's impossible for me to remember all three thousand sword intents, right?" Zhou Wen said.
"That's right. That's not a sword technique that humans can learn. You actually didn't fall into the endless cycle of sword intent. You do have some ability. However, it's a pity that you haven't learned my sword technique, so you naturally can't leave this place. In the end, you will still die here. It's just a matter of time, "the white-robed man said.
"Who said I haven't learned it?" Zhou Wen said indifferently.
"It's useless no matter what you say. It's impossible for you to learn it," the white-robed man said.
"Then watch carefully." Zhou Wen used his saber as a sword and stabbed at the white-robed man. It was the first stance of the sword technique that the white-robed man had previously demonstrated.
The white-robed man was slightly astonished as he quickly retreated. However, Zhou Wen's sword techniques continued to be used. In a moment, he had used the sword technique that the white-robed man had demonstrated. It was identical to the sword technique used by the white-robed man without any difference.
"Is that all? Then I'm very sorry to tell you that you haven't learned my sword technique, "the white-robed man said with a sneer.
However, Zhou Wen didn't say a word as he continued using his sword technique. One strike after another, the sword moves surged out like a river. At times, they were ferocious, and at other times, they were light. After every thirteen stances, the style of the sword technique would change.
"No … Impossible …" The white-robed man seemed to think of something, but he found it unbelievable. The expression on his face was a mixture of horror, doubt, disbelief, and other emotions.
However, Zhou Wen's sword technique continued. He used all the sword techniques that he had once recalled. Furthermore, he used them in the exact order.
How can such a thing happen … Impossible … Three thousand sword intents … How can you memorize all of them … The white-robed man's expression had already turned hideous and warped. He no longer had the elegance and elegance from before.
I don't have any other strengths. The only strength I have is that I'm focused enough. I can remember things that others can't. It's indeed difficult to memorize three thousand sword intents, but I still managed to memorize them. Zhou Wen constantly used his sword moves.
As Zhou Wen's sword moves changed, the surrounding space seemed to distort and change. The originally beautiful valley gradually turned into a ruin filled with withered branches and charred wood.
The elegant white-robed man gradually turned into a skeleton in ragged clothes.
After Zhou Wen demonstrated all the sword techniques, the skeleton collapsed and leaned against the charred trunk of the peach tree that looked like it had been struck by lightning. It no longer had any leaves, and the trunk was charred black.
"Impossible … It's impossible for anyone to remember … It's impossible …" The skeleton was still muttering to itself as if it was possessed. Finally, the Soul Fire in its eyes gradually extinguished, and it no longer had any signs of life.
Zhou Wen looked around and realized that the valley was completely different from what he had seen before. There was scorched earth everywhere. There was no peach blossom garden, but a dead zone.
Not a single drop of water could be seen in that small stream. Instead, it was filled with ghastly white bones. It was like a river of white bones from hell.
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