I Just Want to Play My Game Quietly

"What is this priest?" Zhou Wen asked with white people.

He before, there is nothing interest in the white sword law, just want to remember the priest method, let the white man tell him the way, so even this sword method is not asked.

Now, Zhou Wen has had to pay attention to the priest method that doesn't seem to be eye-catching, because he has no way to tell the white man as the beginning, he remembers the sword.

"No name, what do you think is what it is, what is the name." White man said.

Zhou Wen frowned to look at the white man, half-awaited, although I thought that the white people can't tell him that the way to leave, but this sword method is surprised, but it exceeds his imagination.

"Do you want to give you another time again?" The white people smiled at Zhou Wen asked.

"No." Zhou Wen shook his head, holding a sword in his hand, and constantly recalling the thirteen swords of white people.

White people's swordsmanship seem to have endless changes, Zhou Wen is different for every memory, for a few days, Zhou Wen is constantly recalling, constantly uses a sword, but there is no result.

The current Zhou Wen, the eyes have been covered with blood, as with the magic.

Under the clean moonlight, the white man is sitting under the peach tree, while looking at Zhou Wencheng sword, he muttered with the wine glasses playing with his hands: "The world is nothing, and what is bitter."

Said, the white people drink the moon and take the wine in the cup.

The stream under the moonlight, reflects the figure of the white people, but the fleet of the reflection is not a beautiful man, but a ragged .

After another two days, Zhou Wen is already in the magic, sitting under the peach blossom tree, blood red, the eyes, the whole person, is very good.

The buds are still well-behaved, and they don't bother around Zhou Wen.

The night is again raised, and the white man appears under the peach tree. He looked at the magic of the magic, and glanced in the strange brilliance, then he looked at the buds sitting next to Zhou Wen: "Little girl, you want to learn the sword ?"

There is no expression in the buds, there is no reaction, it seems that I can't understand him.

"Is he your father? It seems that your father's memory is not good, even such a simple sword method, learn so many days, I can't remember, I see you is smart, you, you should very fast You can learn, you can leave your father with your father. "White man said to the bud.

The buds still looked at him without expression, still there is no one to react.

"Also, you are still so small, I am afraid that I still don't know what is a sword. I don't learn, I will send you free from my father, I will stay in this can't worry." White people From the language.

Said, the white man stood up, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, step by step to the buds.

When he is about to go to the bud, the bamboo flute in the hand is like a sword blade, generally stabbed the heart of the bud.

when!

The knife is flashed, the bamboo flute in the hand of the white man is cut into two trips, and Zhou Wen is holding the bamboo knife, but people stand up, staring coldly at the white people.

"How is it?" White people looked at Zhou Wen, like a ghost.

"Your sword, I have already remembered." Zhou Wen hand held a bamboo knife and stared at the white man.

"It's impossible, you can't remember." White people did not believe in Zhou Wen at all.

"Why is it impossible?" The blood in the vision is slowly retreat, and the bamboo knife in the hand point to the white man.

"Because ..." White people said that they can't come.

"Because it is not a thirteen sword method, but the three thousand swords are gathered, I will feel a different sword every time, my memory is better, and I can't put it three thousand. Do you still write down? "Zhou Wen said.

"Yes, that is not a sword method that humans can learn, you didn't fall into endless swords, it was a bit. But a pity, you can't learn my sword law, naturally can't leave here. After all, you still have to die here, just the difference in late death. "White man said.

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

"You say anything free, you can't learn." White man said.

"Then you are optimistic." Zhou Wen took the sword, a sword stabbed the white man, is the first style of the prince before the white man.

The white man is slightly surprised, the shape is fast, but Zhou Wen's swordsmanship is endless, and the prince demonstrated the white man demonstrated it once, and the sword method used by the white man is exactly the same. difference.

"Is this just like this? So I regret to tell you, you don't have to learn my sword law." White people said smiled.

Zhou Wen did not talk, continue to use the sword method, a sword picking a sword, the sword stroke is like the Yangtze River river, sometimes just fierce, sometimes it, after every thirteen, the sword method will have a change.

"No ... It's impossible ..." White people think about what, but it is completely unconscious, the expression on the face and the horror, suspect, can not confuse the emotions.

However, Zhou Wen's swords were still continuing. He used the priests that he had recalled, and it was still used in the order of order.

"How can there be this kind of thing ... I can't ... 3,000 swords ... How can you not write down ..." The look of the white face has changed, completely no previous elegant and chic .

"What kind of advantage of this person is not, the only advantage is enough to focus, you can remember something that others can't remember, the three thousand swords are really difficult, but I still remember." Zhou Wen continued Make the sword.

With the change of the sword moves in Wen, the space around seems to have twisted and changed. The original beautiful valley gradually became a ruins of the branched wood.

The chic white man gradually became a ragged .

When Zhou Wen demonstrated all the swordsmanship, the suddenly fell, leaning on the same as the thunder, there is no branches, the tree is even more composite peach tree.

"It is impossible ... It is impossible to have a man's stay ... It's impossible ..." The is still muttering, like the magic, and finally the fire in the eyes is gradually extinguishing, and there is no more angry. .

Zhou Wen's looks, found that this valley is completely different from his previous appearance, everywhere is a coke soil, where is the peach blossom source, it is a dead domain.

In that creek, I haven't seen half of the stream, everywhere is a forest, like a hell of the bone of hell.