Chapter 885 (1/2)

”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.