I Just Want to Play My Game Quietly

But the next few days, Zhou Wen has never seen the white man again, the entire valley internal space has no one, let Zie Wen are very suspicious, this subsequent field is not a prison, specializing in imprisoning people.

Fortunately, there are buds around Zhou Wen, although she rarely talks, but someone is around, I feel a lot.

Wen Wen is arranged in the valley, and the phone is brushing, waiting for the white man to appear again.

This is seven days, in the evening after seven days, Zhou Wen finally heard the familiar flute, and quickly ran to the peach blossom tree next to the stream, and suddenly saw the white people were sitting on the last place. Pipe.

His flute is quiet, and people have a relaxation after listening to it, and there is a self-feeling of forgetting.

Zhou Wen's heart is determined, and it is not affected by the flute. He just thinks how to uniform this white man and ask the way to leave here.

"We met again." After a song, the white man said to Zhou Wen: "Do you have to drink a cup this time?"

"I just want to know how to leave here." Zhou Wen stared at the white man, no matter how no matter what he disappeared as last time.

"It seems that you have made a determination." White man said with a glass.

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

"So well, I can tell you how to leave here, but I have a condition." White people have said that we have said around Zhou Wen.

"What conditions?" Zhou Wen has some unexpected white people.

"Will you use swords?" White people said with the wine glass.

"If you can't put it, just learn a few swords." Zhou Wen replied.

"There will be no more, I have a sword here. As long as you can learn this sword, I will tell you the way you leave here." White man said.

"Why?" Zhou Wen was a horrified, he has never seen such a sub-organism.

"Not what, do you study or don't learn?" White people did not explain the reason.

"I have learned." Zhou Wen thought about it, nodded and promised.

"My sword method has a constant thirteen, it is not too difficult, even if it is stupid, three or five days should be able to learn." White people said, got up and stood up, slammed from the ground Branches, then dance.

He made out of the sword, and the sword method made it, and the sword is clear, and it seems that he does not take half a murder.

Most of the swords in the world are pursuit of injury, but his swordsman, but there is no compression, and it is said to be a self-entertainment.

Soon, the white man danced a thirteen swords, and then smiled and looked at Zhou Wen: "Do you remember?"

"Remember." Zhou Wen's memory excellence, the thirteen sword law is not too complicated, and every action he remembers clear.

White people smiled slightly: "After you practice, come here again."

"Don't use it so much, I will give you now, I will not be difficult to learn today, as long as I can use the priest method, even if I have learned it?" Zhou Wen looked at the white man.

"Yes, as long as you can use the sword method completely, you can learn." White man is in the hands of bamboo flute, rotating in the fingertips.

"Okay, then I will practice it now." Zhou Wen said, summoned a legendary elongated sword, which was accompanied from the ancient sword, usually there was no big use. Look at its sword, it is more suitable for this set of swords, so Zhou Wen will summon it.

Zhou Wen held a sword, first recalling the white swordsman in his mind, determined that there was no forgotten on any details, and Zhou Wen began to sword.

With his combat experience and talent, it is too easy to imitate a sword method. Don't say just thirteen, even more than 100 style, Zhou Wen only looks like it is also possible to imitate.

However, Zhou Wen's sword thorn, but people were there, just just stabbed a sword, he can't practice.

It is not that this sword method is more difficult, and it is possible to use the actions of human body support by Wen Wen's physical fitness, and hard work.

However, this sword, Zhou Wen didn't pick it up, because he found that the priest method in his memory, seems to be a little different from the swordsman demonstrated by the white man.

"Strange! How can it be different?" Zhou Wen smashed, recovered the sword of the thorn, and then recalled the white priest method.

Regarding the memory of the priest, the clear appearance in Zhou Wen, but the face of Zhou Wen has gradually changed.

Because of the priest method of memory in his mind, the whole method of his memory seems to be completely different.

This feeling is very weird, like a person clearly remembers that the person he saw is a red dress, but when you remember, the color of the person in memory becomes white.

Memory and memory have conflicted, this situation has never encountered.

Turning to the white man, I want to ask him what is going on, but the peach blossom tree is already empty, and the white man has long gone.

Zhou Wen slightly frowned, recalling the thirteen swords again, and the result is different from the princes in the previous two memories.

It is like Zhou Wen to remember the three sets of different swords, although the sword law is thirteen, but the style is completely different.

The swordsman showing the white man is elegant. The swords in the second memory of Zhou Wen have just hit hard, the swords in the third memory are mixed, so that Zhou Wen has doubts about their own memories.

Then Zhou Wen wanted to recall it once again, and found that the sword law turned again. His remembered sword law, it seems different.

"What is going on?" Zhou Wen's looks change, he can be sure, his memory is definitely no problem, but why do you constantly change your memory? Zhou Wen also wants to understand.

"Is the illusion?" Zhou Wen quickly deny this idea, his concentration is very high, even if it is an illusion, it is difficult to shake his will, if it is just a pure illusion, it is impossible to affect his brain.

"If it is not an illusion, then the sword law itself has a problem." Zhou Wen went to recall the thirteen swordsman, and the continuous memories of the past, he would try to see, how many different memories are there.

In the past, the sun rose and falling again. When the night came again, Zhou Wen had remembered more than 100 times, but the sword law of the memories did not have the same, no duplication.

"Do you remember?" The branches of the moon, the white man appeared under the peach blossom tree, sitting on the root, put the wine pot, one hand, the wine glasses, poured.